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SCP-4710 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-4710 Special Containment Procedures: None. The remains of Sheen Estevez are presumably in the possession of the Global Occult Coalition. Description: SCP-4710 was a phenomenon in which the head of Sheen Estevez (a clerical employee of Marks and Spencer Group plc in Westminster, London) expanded from approximately 57 cm to over 6.4 kilometers in diameter, resulting in a BM-Class Broken Masquerade Scenario. This event began on 07/07/2019, shortly after 0915 hours local time, and continued for 24 hours. During this time, Mr. Estevez's head expanded at the rate of approximately 0.7% per minute. His head was completely impervious to damage and unaffected by its own weight, though his body was crushed underneath his head within eight hours. An approximate timeline of SCP-4710's existence has been provided here. This timeline is based on phone records, news reports, personnel debriefings, and interviews with survivors from London. Time Event 0900 Mr. Estevez is seen by a co-worker drinking coffee in a break room in the M & S headquarters. 0915 Mr. Estevez exchanges pleasantries with a co-worker in the bathroom of the M & S headquarters and enters a stall. 0930 Tentatively identified as the point at which SCP-4710 began expanding. 1130 Mr. Estevez requests help, as his head has become stuck between the walls of the bathroom stall. Mr. Estevez is unable to reach the lock on the stall, and other employees are reluctant to crawl under the stall partition to unlock it. Estevez remains stuck. 1200 The expansion of Mr. Estevez's head breaks the stall partitions apart. His coworkers dial 999. Due to the nature of the event, dispatchers believe the call to be a hoax. 1245 The first public video of this event is posted to YouTube. Filmed by a co-worker, it is ten minutes long and shows Mr. Estevez sitting in the stall as his head expands. 1330 Mr. Estevez's head becomes large enough to break through the ceiling and into the second floor. The resultant evacuation of the M & S headquarters and calls to 999 attract the attention of both the local authorities and the Foundation. 1347 A Foundation agent arrives on the scene as part of a paramedic team and reports on the nature of the event. 1405 Mobile Task Force Pi-1 ("City Slickers") is dispatched to investigate the anomaly and attempt containment. Mobile Task Force Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") are tasked with cauterizing the flow of information within the civilian emergency services. 1730 Pi-1 arrives on the scene. Mr. Estevez's head has expanded to almost 13 meters in diameter by this time. Although his body has been crushed by the growth, his head continues to expand. Notably, his face has not expanded with the rest of his head. 1740 Mr. Estevez's cries for help have degenerated to requests for death and his head threatens to break free of the M & S building outright. Pi-1 decides to neutralize the anomaly, but their attempts are wholly unsuccessful and fail to damage Mr. Estevez's head in any way. 1755 The Foundation London officer on duty decides to refocus containment on information control. Mobile Task Force Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") is dispatched to cordon off the area under the pretense of a dirty bomb threat and handle any witnesses. 1830 Mr. Estevez's head has expanded out of the building and into adjacent city blocks. Initial news reports indicate that the cover story of a dirty bomb has been temporarily successful. 1900 Foundation webcrawlers begin identifying videos and photographs online associated with SCP-4710. The BBC News report suggests that the dirty bomb story may be false and interviews one of Mr. Estevez's co-workers. The Department of Misinformation switches all available resources to handle these incidents. 1930 A GOC liaison contacts the Foundation and recommends that they withdraw from London. Foundation assets in the area report GOC operatives encroaching on the area disguised as British military personnel. 2000 The true nature of SCP-4710 has become apparent to the civilian populace. In addition to commenting on the nature of Mr. Estevez's predicament, global news media as well as amateur video and photographs begin to draw attention to assorted Foundation personnel on the scene and suggest that a larger conspiracy may be in place. 2030 Citing the failed containment attempts, unwanted attention being drawn to Foundation personnel, and political pressure being applied by the GOC and United Kingdom, the Overseer Council votes to pull Mobile Task Forces Pi-1, Gamma-5, and Beta-7 from London. 2045 Overseers 3 and 6 are dispatched to a COBR committee with the Prime Minister, representatives from the National Police Chiefs Council, United Nations, and the Global Occult Coalition to work on strategies for neutralizing SCP-4710 and safely evacuating London. 2100 The American representative proposes the use of thermonuclear weapons against Mr. Estevez's head. The proposal is rejected due to the population density at Mr. Estevez's location and the difficulty of evacuating London within the time frame provided. 2100-0500 Various other proposals to neutralize SCP-4710 are produced. These include feeding it neurotoxin, thermonuclear weaponry inserted into SCP-4710 by means of bunker-buster bombs, and cryogenically freezing it from the inside. All proposals are discarded, as no means of piercing Mr. Estevez's skin has proven successful and there is no evidence that he has a body left that can be affected by poison. 0500 The American representative proposes the use of thermonuclear weapons for the third time. He is asked to leave the committee. 0510 Tensions arise in the COBR committee as Overseer 6 questions why the American representative was not expelled earlier. Following a physical altercation between the Prime Minister and Overseer 6, both Overseers are asked to leave the committee. 0525 The Foundation's British liaison informs us that our presence is no longer required within London, and requests that all remaining Foundation personnel still within the city immediately leave. 0730 By this time, the exponential growth of Mr. Estevez's head has resulted in its expansion to almost 3 kilometers in diameter. Overwatch Command votes to declare a BM-Class Broken Masquerade Scenario: 8 for and 5 against. 0935 Without warning and against all prior evidence, Mr. Estevez's head explosively ruptures. The ensuing shockwave and expulsion of cerebrospinal fluid, blood, enlarged bone, and viscera levels most of Westminster and causes several hundred thousand casualties, including the deaths of most of the British cabinet. 1000 The Global Occult Coalition coordinates with the British Armed Forces, surviving cabinet members, and emergency workers to provide disaster relief and mitigation. 1200 SCP-4710 is declared Neutralized. No video or satellite footage has been able to support any conclusive explanation for the sudden neutralization of SCP-4710. However, several surviving eyewitnesses reported an enormous hand with a silver pin descending from a cloud immediately prior to the explosion. Further investigation is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4710" by A Random Day, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4710. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-4711 | safe | Image of SCP-4711 taken shortly after recovery. Item #: SCP-4711 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4711 is owned and operated by Foundation personnel as a typical 7-Eleven chain. SCP-4711 is to be staffed with no less than two Foundation personnel, who are to observe all standards set by the 7-Eleven corporation. In order to reduce civilian exposure, SCP-4711 should be as unwelcoming as possible. SCP-4711's exterior is to appear disheveled and poorly maintained. Any non-foundation personnel who makes mention of the anomaly, or appears to be distressed while within SCP-4711 is to be amnesticized and removed from SCP-4711. Description: SCP-4711 is a 7-Eleven franchise convenience store located in ██████, Malaysia. From the outside, SCP-4711 bears no irregularities, and its anomalous properties manifest only when a subject is inside. Whenever a subject enters SCP-4711, products that the subject most prefers will spontaneously disappear. A majority of subjects, when viewing the anomaly directly, fail to notice the disappearance due to a mild memetic effect. When viewed from the outside, or via SCP-4711’s security cameras, the disappearance of items is visible. Notably, the memetic effect carries through these methods of viewing. Tracking devices placed on or within items are left behind when items disappear. This disappearance effect is not only limited to foodstuffs, and is applicable to any item sold within SCP-4711. Items of the same type, flavoring, or brand as the preferred item will remain, but the specific item the subject most enjoys will not be present (See Addendum 4711-1). Additionally, when a subject attempts to use SCP-4711’s restroom, the entrance will be locked, or the facilities themselves will be out of order. When a subject attempts to use the slushy machine or soda fountain, the machines will immediately fail to operate or release only flavoring syrups. In the event that a subject carries multiple forms of payment, the registers will only accept the form they least commonly use. Addendum 4711-1: Testing Log Experiment #0001 Subject: D-15431 Procedure: D-15431 is given 20MYR1 and told to inform the researchers of what he intends to purchase before he enters SCP-4711. Subject is then instructed to enter SCP-4711 and purchase said item. Result: D-15431 tells researchers that he intends to purchase a bag of M&Ms. D-15431 exits the store eight minutes later with no items and complains to researchers that “they only had peanut M&Ms.” Note: D-15431 is allergic to peanuts. Experiment #0002 Subject: D-15604 Procedure: D-15604 is asked what their “least favorite snack food and drink” is. Subject is then instructed to purchase each item, namely a bag of Lay's salt-and-vinegar chips, and a 16oz bottle of Cherry Coca Cola. Subject is informed to purchase closest analogs if he cannot find the exact items. D-15604 is given 30MYR to purchase said items. Results: D-15604 exits three minutes later with a bag of 7-Select brand Salt & Vinegar chips, and a 12oz can of Vanilla Coca Cola. Items are later tested and are deemed non-anomalous. Experiment #0008 Subject: D-13967 Procedure: D-13967 is confined to a containment cell for 24 hours without food or water. Upon release, D-13967 is given 80MYR and is instructed to enter SCP-4711. Result: D-13967 exits the store six minutes later with one half-gallon of skim milk two days past its sell-by date, and complains to researchers that he “hates skim milk.” Additionally, D-13967 tells researchers that both the slushy machine was broken and that the soda fountain only dispensed flavoring syrup. Experiment #0012 Preface: Initial sweep of SCP-4711 was met with a short hiccup when a member of the recovery team found the door to the restroom to be locked. Upon failing to breach, another member of the recovery team attempted to open the door and was met with no resistance. The following test was to investigate the potential anomalous nature of the room. Subjects: D-15431, D-13967 Procedure: D-15431 is instructed to inform researchers when they require the restroom and is then sent into SCP-4711 with instructions to utilize the store’s facilities. D-13967 is instructed to empty their bladder before the test. Result: D-15431 cannot enter the restroom, as the door is locked. D-15431 reports hearing faint ‘grunting’ from behind the restroom door. The sound could not be heard on security footage, and members of MTF Alpha-10 did not back up D-15431’s claim. D-13967 is then instructed to attempt entry. The door is still locked. D-15431 is then instructed to leave SCP-4711 and D-13967 is ordered to re-attempt entry. Upon D-15431's exit, the restroom door opens for D-13967 with no hindrance, revealing an ordinary bathroom. Experiment #0022 Subject: D-08915, chosen for their natural resistance to memetic agents. Procedure: D-08915 is given 80MYR, and is instructed to enter the store to purchase his favorite item. Result: D-08915 exits the store after six seconds in a state of distress. When interviewed, D-08915 reports that the items "evaporated right in front of [his] eyes!" Footnotes 1. National currency of Malaysia |
SCP-4712 | euclid | close Info X Hecatoncheires Cycle Hub More by this author Item #: SCP-4712 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4712 is to be held in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-07. SCP-4712 is to be provided with the education of a male human of equivalent age. If SCP-4712 is noncompliant with Site-07 staff, it will have privileges removed for no less than one week. All Foundation staff are to be aware that prolonged exposure to SCP-4712 can lead to feelings of incipient trust in the humanoid, therefore containment specialists must cycle out after every 14-day period. Description: SCP-4712 is an adolescent male humanoid named Marius Albescu. The manifestation of SCP-4712’s anomalous properties is dependent on human subjects interacting and/or communicating with it while in SCP-4712’s line of sight. Activation of SCP-4712’s anomalous traits results in the spontaneous release of oxytocin and dopamine in the subject’s brain. Consequently, affected subjects tend to report feeling happier, more energetic, inspired and full of self-confidence; this effect starts to fade when the subject is removed from SCP-4712’s line of sight. The period of anomalous effect is directly correlated to the length of time an individual converses with SCP-4712. Discovery: On 1946-09-21, Foundation assets in the United States Embassy in Bucharest were tasked with investigating the appointment of a 5-year old boy to a rural community’s Communist Party Committee. Upon confirming this appointment to be the result of anomalous effect, Foundation assets extracted SCP-4712 from the community and implanted members of the community with the false memory of SCP-4712’s death shortly after birth. Addendum 4712-1: At 0615 on 1957-09-05, Site-07 experienced an anomalous event of unknown origin (designated as Event-Alpha). All on-site staff were lost. SCP-4712 was reclassified as neutralized following the complete obliteration of Site-07. Further information concerning Event-Alpha is classified by Order of the O5 Council. Any researcher wishing to review materials concerning Event-Alpha must request authorization from the O5 Council, with proposal concerning the relevance of said materials to ongoing research. This file is outdated. An updated version can be viewed below. ► Level 3 Clearance Required ◄ ►Access Granted◄ Abandoned restaurant housing SCP-4712. Special Containment Procedures: Travel through SCP-4712 is restricted to Level-3 personnel. The building containing SCP-4712 has been sealed off to the public via an uninhabitable condemnation order for black mold and asbestos. The building’s structure has been reinforced with blast- and shock-resistant materials and SCP-4712 has been sealed behind a 12cm thick hydraulic vault door. The top two floors have been converted into barracks for security forces. Because the residential area around the building is heavily populated, security personnel are to be stationed at all times within the structure and windows are to be boarded up with public health notices hung concerning the cover story. Security staff are to maintain cover as custodians of the property, with no obvious presence outside the premises. SCP-4712-A is to be contained in a reinforced containment cell at Site-91. Should SCP-4712-A attempt to breach containment, Mobile Task Force Beta-777 (“Hecate’s Spear”) is to be dispatched. If instances of SCP-4712-1, -2, or -3 breach the vault door, they are to be repelled with deadly force. Spikes in anomalous activity through SCP-4712 are to be reported to Site-91 Director Varga and the O5 Council. Description: SCP-4712 is a rectangular trans-dimensional gateway, located behind the basement door of an abandoned curry shop in East London. SCP-4712 serves as a gateway between East London and another reality, designated as SCP-4712-B. When traveling through SCP-4712 explorations teams first encountered the subterranean levels of Foundation Site-07, including facilities such as containment and living areas. Sublevels A/B of Site-07 were translocated from their original location due to the events of Event-Alpha in 1957. See below addendum, Event-Alpha. Inter-dimensional travel through SCP-4712 has been observed to be safe for human subjects. The accessible portion of the facility contains a staircase that leads to the surface of SCP-4712-B. For more information on the surface of the dimensional plane above Site-07, see Specifications of 4712-B. Human remains are spread throughout the Site-07 sublevels. Autopsies of recovered corpses reveal causes of death that include, but are not limited to, blunt force trauma, partial dissolution, and partial incineration. Dental examination identified the recovered remains as belonging to Foundation personnel confirmed to be at Site-07 during Event-Alpha. Forensic pathological results have concluded that less than 5 years passed between Event-Alpha and the estimated time of death for most corpses. Editor's Note: Humanoid designated as SCP-4712 in outdated file has been redesignated as SCP-4712-A. SCP-4712-A is a humanoid entity self-identified as Marius Albescu, who claims to be 52 years old; it is difficult to gauge -A’s age, due to its metamorphic capabilities. In its neutral state, SCP-4712-A is 2 meters tall and weighs 136kg, with below-average muscular build and mottled red and gray skin coloration. The entity has exhibited significant levels of physical strength beyond what should be possible, given its slight frame. SCP-4712-A has exhibited limited control over the shape and form of its biological structures, growing new appendages or reshaping existing limbs for various tasks. These metamorphic capabilities are allegedly the result of SCP-4712 hosting a colony of organic anomalous entities.1 Performing these shapeshifting processes causes SCP-4712-A to experience observable stress and discomfort. SCP-4712-A has not been observed sleeping. Additionally, SCP-4712-A has sustained an unknown anomalous injury causing difficulty walking. Three types of anomalous fauna have been observed populating SCP-4712-B: Subtype Designation Physical Description Miscellaneous characteristics SCP-4712-1 Amorphous species composed of organic material most resembling the flesh of limacine organisms but varying in texture and color. Varying in size from one to six meters in diameter. Instances of SCP-4712-1 consume dead plant material on forest floors but will also consume small mammals and insect life. SCP-4712-2 Winged, featherless predator mottled blue in color, with wings formed by skin stretched between gray bony structures; wingspan ranging from 2 to 6 meters. Beaks and claws have capacity to slice through standard issue body armor and small tree branches. SCP-4712-3 Roughly equivalent to baseline humans but lack eyes or obvious reproductive organs. Exhibit sentience but no sapience, with no evidence of culture or social hierarchy. Hostility is common, with cannibalistic tendencies frequently observed. Discovery Level 3 Access Only Discovery: SCP-4712 was discovered by London Municipal Building Control personnel performing an inspection on July 1, 1991 after the previous tenants vacated the building. During initial survey of the premises, inspectors opened the door leading to SCP-4712 and began surveying Site-07. Upon finding SCP-4712-A in a dilapidated containment cell, inspectors retreated to street level to call emergency services. Embedded Foundation agents in the London Metropolitan Police Force intercepted the call and erased records of the report. MTF-Beta-777 were dispatched from Site-91 in Yorkshire, arriving two hours after the call was made. Building inspectors were amnesticized and MTF-Beta-777 took custody of the premises. SCP-4712-A reacted adversely to transportation to containment site, screaming and demanding contact with the Site Director in charge of the operation. SCP-4712-A was tranquilized using standardized escalation incapacitation protocols.2 Event-Alpha: Forested area of SCP-4712-B. Editor’s Note: The following information was gleaned from first hand accounts and records from Site-07 staff that survived Event-Alpha; recovered upon discovery of SCP-4712 and exploration of the Site-07 sublevels. Foundation Site-07 was located in rural Romania and consisted of a small containment facility, including two subterranean levels. At approximately 06:15 on 1957-09-05, an anomalous event occurred at the rural Site-07. Substantial energy was released, enough to obliterate the structures above ground and burn all organic matter from the soil for 6 square kilometers. Ground-penetrating radar revealed empty space where Sublevels A/B of Site-07 were once located. The Site was in the process of transferring all anomalies to the newly constructed Site-19 and had only a few anomalies still contained, including SCP-4712-A. In place of Site-07, a field of singed black glass covered the entirety of the property. No residual radiation was noted in the area. Only a small research and containment team remained on site at time of incident. Additionally, a 3-person unit from MTF-Beta-777 was at the site to oversee transportation of thaumaturgical anomalies to Site-19. Several minutes prior to Event-Alpha, Sublevel B security reported an unidentified group of attackers breaching the Safe-Class wing of the containment area. The assailants breached the container holding AO36-193 and a resulting firefight ended with only minimal Foundation casualties, all assailants dead or wounded, and AO36-19 shattered. After an unknown period of time, staff within the sublevels of Site-07 regained consciousness and discovered that the sublevels had been translocated into another reality. Specifications of SCP-4712-B Dilapidated vehicle observed near ruins in SCP-4712-B. Following Event-Alpha, Site-07 staff performed a survey and found that the west exit to the surface-level facilities had collapsed. All staff on the surface level were considered lost, including Site-07 Director Levine. The eastern emergency exit stairwell to Sublevels A/B was found to lead to the surface as intended but no longer to the surface of Earth. Survey of SCP-4712-B was organized within hours, led by MTF-Beta-777 personnel. Exploratory Log – 1957-09-05: Three members of MTF-Beta-777 were on site during Event-Alpha. Captain Bill McRenolds (thaumatologist Class-B), Lieutenant Kate Samira (thaumatologist Class-A), and Corporal Peter Pyun formed an exploratory party to survey SCP-4712-B. Pyun was equipped with a prototype high-capacity film camera, mounted to his shoulder. Recordings were recovered by MTF personnel upon discovery of SCP-4712. [Weather patterns were observed at constant light precipitation and hazy fog, with no observable negative effects after sustained exposure. No break in cloud cover was ever noted during the 26-hour expedition.] McRenolds: Remember, there’s no backup out here. We won’t even have radio contact with the staff at Site-07. Samira: Sir, we’re aware we’re on our own. McRenolds: Alright, let’s see where we are. [15 minutes pass with MTF personnel progressing through forested landscape. Flora observed matches species known to the Pacific Northwest region of the United States. Fog regularly flows between trees covered in moss with heavy undergrowth. No evidence of habitation is obvious.] McRenolds: Lieutenant, you feeling anything out of the ordinary? Samira: You too, sir? Pyun: Feel what? McRenolds: There’s been this… pressure? All during the hike. Like someone was doing a ritual right next to us. Samira: Yeah, all this ambient thaumaturgical energy is giving me a headache. McRenolds: Nothing to do about it now, let’s just keep an eye on it. Pyun: [Indicating their surroundings.] These trees look natural enough, maybe we’ve just moved? McRenolds: Looks like Oregon to me. Samira: Sir, do they have those in Oregon? [Samira points at an instance of SCP-4712-1]. McRenolds: They sure as shit don’t. [Instance of SCP-4712-1 is approximately 1 meter in diameter; spontaneously forms pseudopods to pull itself forward along the ground and leaving a viscous brown liquid in its wake.] [A shadow darkens the area around the -1 instance. A large instance of SCP-4712-2 dives among the trees and sinks a long black beak into the -1 instance.] Pyun: Fuck! [Approximately five minutes of jumbled recording, camera primarily pointed at the ground. Audio contains only labored breathing.] Pyun: What the fuck was that? McRenolds: [Bent over at the knees, breathing raggedly] I have no idea, corporal. Any sign of that thing following us, Samira? Samira: I don't see anything, but then that thing came out of nowhere. McRenolds: Ok, the situation is the same as before but now we need to keep our eyes on the air as well as the ground. Let's move out. [2 hours pass with the party traversing a forested landscape. Several instances of -1 and -2 are observed, but the party maintains a safe distance.] Samira: 11:00 o’clock. [Samira is pointing at a small group of humanoids4, wandering through the trees and approaching the party.] McRenolds: Careful, we don’t know shit about these people. Pyun: They don’t got eyes. Samira: They’re coming right at us. McRenolds: Don’t fire unless they make the first move, they could be friendlies. [All three MTF personnel raise their rifles as the humanoids approach the party.] McRenolds: Just hold up; we don’t want any trouble. [One of the SCP-4712-3 instances tenses and begins to sniff at the air, followed shortly by the remainder of the group. Then, all 6 SCP-4712-3 instances start wailing and gnashing their teeth as they begin to rush towards MTF personnel.] [All three open fire with their carbines, quickly terminating three of the instances. The remaining three instances split up and circle the party, with three more appearing from the trees approximately 15 meters away.] [Not noticing one of the new instances, Samira is attacked in close quarters but she raises the butt of her carbine in time to shield from the instance’s teeth. Pyun fires a round into the instance’s center mass and it falls. Samira, McRenolds and Pyun open fire on the remaining SCP-4712-3 instances. All but one fall, as Pyun misses a shot. McRenolds is tackled to the ground, his carbine wedged between the open jaws of the remaining -3 instance. Samira strikes the humanoid in the back of the skull twice with the butt of her carbine, before it succumbs.] Samira: What the hell is wrong with this place? Pyun: Everything is trying to kill us, but also each other. And what the hell happened to their eyes? McRenolds: [Cleaning saliva from his carbine and checking the functionality of his weapon.] Looks like they never had eyes to begin with. Samira: God, you’re right. Its just skin grown over where their eyes should be. Pyun: Captain, I think we should go back. McRenolds: Negative. We’re all that’s available to survey the area. Bunch of doctors and janitorial staff wouldn’t last ten minutes out here. Come on, we’ve got ground to cover. [The party moves on but does not speak much in the following hours. Footage shows an instance of SCP-4712-2 being torn apart by other instances of SCP-4712-3. McRenolds and company hid in the foliage while this event occurred. The wings of the -2 instance are severely damaged by an unseen event, but the instance resists the humanoids fiercely. The altercation takes over twenty minutes, with the humanoids tearing at the flesh of the -2 instance with their bare hands and teeth. After approximately ten minutes, the camera shakes and points towards the ground; Pyun can be heard vomiting quietly.] [The MTF personnel wait while the surviving humanoids leave the area before moving on. During the following 2-hour period, increasing numbers of SCP-4712-3 are observed shadowing the party but do not approach. SCP-4712-2 instances are seen circling the party from the air.] Pyun: Clearing ahead. Looks like some structures. Thank god, these trees are making me feel nuts. McRenolds: Will you look at that? [In the center of a large clearing, the ruins of several buildings stand arrayed like a small urban center. Significant plant growth among the buildings is noted, potentially indicating an advanced state of disuse. No movement is visible in the ruins. The MTF personnel approach at a brisk pace. The camera shifts view back to tree line, several dozen instances of SCP-4712-3 are visible among the trees. Several of the humanoids are holding down another while they assault it. Before the camera returns to face the structures, one humanoid is seen burying its face in the torso of another. The motion of the humanoid's jaw indicates chewing.] [Architecture and technology noticeable in the structures are equivalent to mid-20th century. Unrecognizable 6-wheeled vehicles dot the streets, but are in an advanced state of oxidation. Examination of the mechanisms reveals technology similar to basic combustion engines but with unrecognizable design elements.] Samira: Jesus, there are bodies all over the place. McRenolds: Yeah but look how few there are. Pyun: Fuck, Captain. Looks like a helluva lot to me. McRenolds: No, look at the buildings. That apartment building must have 50 units, and that’s on the smaller end. There aren’t enough people. Probably not even 20% of the bodies you would expect. Pyun: What are you saying? McRenolds: That a lot of people walked away from whatever made all these bodies. Wasn’t nuclear detonation or another extinction event. I’m saying there were a lot of survivors. Samira: What happened to these people? [McRenolds looks in through an open doorway at two skeletal remains.] McRenolds: I don't know. But something's different here. Pyun: Different in that we're seeing the way a world ended? McRenolds: No, smart ass. McRenolds: [Looking towards Samira] Can you feel the pressure? Samira: No, not anymore. Pyun: What changed? McRenolds: No idea, but it just stopped the minute we got into these ruins. Like there's nothing here it’s interested in. Pyun: You make it sound alive, sir. McRenolds: Maybe, I don't know. But that sorta energy doesn't just come from nothing. Thaumaturgy is made by intent. Samira: Well, whatever the reason, I'm glad it’s gone. Was really giving me a headache. McRenolds: Unfortunately we have to hike back through that, so let’s take 15. Pyun: Cap, we’re running out of END OF RECORDED MATERIAL Abandoned city center observed during exploration of SCP-4712-B. Post-Exploratory Mission Report – Captain William McRenolds, MTF-Beta-777 Unfortunately, we didn’t have enough film to record the exploration of the ruins or the return trip back to Site-07. After a short rest period, I decided we needed to explore the ruins a bit before returning. The sky was still bright, despite all the time we had spent out in the field, so I thought we would have enough time to do a preliminary survey. I estimate the buildings had been lying unused for decades given the level of decay. There were organic structures in the buildings, looked like small altars made of bone and dried out sinew. Not made out of bones, but like one structure that had grown in that shape. The altars were empty, but many of them were discolored with what I think was blood. The living spaces had been abandoned quickly, tables had been set up for meals, and rotting clothes and personal goods in the storage spaces. Whatever happened here, it happened quickly. But there weren’t many bodies present; it looked like a significant portion of the population had just left. After we left the clearing, the eyeless humanoids attacked again but were frightened off when we used explosives. By the time we got back, we were almost out of ammunition and they still kept coming. For some reason, they didn’t follow us into Site-07. It was like they were confused or scared by the structure. We helped the staff build barricades and settled in for an attack that didn’t come. When 24 hours had passed, we left a group of security staff at the barricades and the rest of the staff started talking about what to do next. In the following years, MTF personnel reported that conventional small-arms fire was effective against instances -1 and -3, while -2 required incendiary rounds for effective termination. Following the expedition’s return, an emergency ad hoc leadership structure was discussed among staff. A command committee was formed, including Captain McRenolds, to make decisions until such time as contact with central Foundation command could be reestablished. According to records kept by Foundation staff at Site-07, food supplies started to run low after 8 weeks post Event-Alpha. Samples of SCP-4712-1, along with several examples of local flora, were tested and found to be safe for human consumption. Two weeks after Site-07 staff began feeding SCP-4712-A stews made with protein from SCP-4712-1, SCP-4712-A underwent a process of anomalous metamorphosis including dramatic physical changes and developed an intellectual capacity more akin to an adult in its early twenties. No change in behavior was noted, nor any additional hostility or violence towards staff. No change was noted in previously specified anomalous effects of SCP-4712-A’s presence. No such change was noted in any other individual eating this source of protein. SCP-4712-A’s caretakers considered shifting to a vegetarian diet, but survey of the surrounding areas precluded this plan: SCP-4712-1 was the only readily available source of protein observed. 1958-06-17 – SCP-4712-A requests meeting with Site-07 Command Committee. Request was granted.5 Interview 4712-A – 1991-07-10 Interviewer: Agent Rebekah Douglas, Senior Researcher and Psychometrist6, Site-91 Interview Subject: SCP-4712-A [SCP-4712-A, having been issued a four-wheeled walker assistive device, is escorted into the interview room by two guards.] Douglas: Good afternoon, SCP-4712-A. SCP-4712-A: Didn’t I used to be 4712? Douglas: The file is being revised. SCP-4712-A: Why couldn’t you let me stay? Douglas: We couldn’t care for you in that abandoned structure, we have more resources here at Site-91. SCP-4712-A: Site-91, huh? A lot has changed. Douglas: That’s part of the reason I wanted to speak with you. I’ve read the reports recovered from Site-07. We don’t understand why you transformed. SCP-4712-A: I was chosen. Douglas: For what? By who? SCP-4712-A: The primul zeu ucigaș7 chose me. I was supposed to help show you we could be trusted, that we’re allies and not enemies. Douglas: “We”? SCP-4712-A: Those who shape flesh, or those who follow Nälkä. Douglas: Do you mean sarkicism? SCP-4712-A: That word is offensive. It’s a slur. Douglas: I apologize. What is your connection to the Nälkä, Marius? SCP-4712-A: My family comes from a group of people in Romania called the Solomonari. I was raised Nälkä. We used blood rituals to heal the sick. We used our magic to feed the hungry. When I was just a kid, I remember handing out fruit to beggars. No one went hungry, no one was afraid. But you’re all afraid of us. Like they were afraid of me when I was chosen. Douglas: Your original file doesn’t mention any connection to the Nälkä in your family history. SCP-4712-A: Probably because I didn’t tell the Foundation about it when I was first imprisoned, and I never brought it up later on. Besides which, my people tend to hide their faith. Douglas: Why? SCP-4712-A: My group was brought up knowing the outside world hated and feared us, those that knew about us anyway. I was five years old when you people locked me up. I was scared and I already thought I was in some terrible trouble. Later on, I was bitter and wanted one thing to keep for myself. [Douglas refers to her notes for a moment before continuing.] Douglas: Marius, are you a Karcist? SCP-4712-A: No, that’s a priest or that’s the easiest translation. A Karcist leads the people spiritually. Douglas: But you exhibit similar anomalous properties to beings we have encountered that called themselves Karcist. SCP-4712-A: I am not an expert in my people’s faith, Agent Douglas. The last time I saw a fellow Solomonari, I was five years old. I just know he chose me, and I changed. Douglas: But why were you chosen? SCP-4712-A: He chose me because of where I was. That place is important, I need to go back. [SCP-4712-A reaches forward and tries to place a hand on Agent Douglas’ hand. Douglas pulls her hand back before contact is made.] Douglas: Please stay on your side of the table. SCP-4712-A: I didn’t mean any offense. Listen, you people have to bring me back through the gate. Douglas: No, we don’t. I have more questions for you. You said you were chosen to help us, so do that. [SCP-4712-A slaps his open palms down on the table, forming two depressions in the metal] SCP-4712-A: That’s what I’m trying to do! [Two armed members of Site-91 security staff enter the interview room. SCP-4712-A holds up its palms and sits back against the chair. SCP-4712-A breathes heavily for several seconds, then motions for Douglas to continue.] Douglas: What happened to the staff of Site-07, Marius? SCP-4712-A: We were there a very long time. I tried to help them. He would’ve wanted me to. So, I showed them how to hunt the razorbeaks8. Ammunition didn’t last. So, I showed them how to use their bones to make arrows. The attacks started a few months after we arrived, some of the staff thought it was around the same time as my change. Douglas: Did the attacks have anything to do with you? SCP-4712-A: I don’t know for sure, but I think so. Wasn’t just a coincidence that when I took a more prominent role the attacks got worse. Douglas: Wasn’t there a command structure left after the site disappeared? SCP-4712-A: We had a few MTF soldiers left, including several practitioners. And we had some senior research staff. The Site Director had been above ground when the event took place. Douglas: Why would they listen to you? SCP-4712-A: I had a way with people, they trusted me. I had their best interests in mind. Douglas: I’m sorry, you seem pleasant enough, but you’re an anomaly. The staff would study and contain you, not follow your lead. SCP-4712-A: It took some getting used to, but they seemed to get over my appearance. I started going out on hunts with them; I was useful. I contributed to the group’s safety. We were alone out there, and everyone needed to chip in. But that’s when I started to notice. Douglas: Notice what? SCP-4712-A: The creatures were drawn to me. More hostile with me nearby. Especially the eyeless ones and the razorbeaks. Douglas: What happened to the staff? SCP-4712-A: They all died. After a few years the creatures got more organized. Started testing our defenses, trying to sneak in. Eventually they broke through. Douglas: And you were the only survivor? [SCP-4712-A sighs in frustration.] SCP-4712-A: I’m tired. I'm going to lay down. Can I go? [Douglas sighs, and motions for the guards. SCP-4712-A is escorted from the interview room.] Researcher’s Note: After interacting with SCP-4712-A, I have not experienced any anomalous shifts in mood. It is possible that its anomalous properties noted in the original file have been neutralized. Secondary Exploration of SCP-4712-B 1991-07-12 Interior of residential housing ruins in SCP-4712-B. On 1991-07-12, a detachment of MTF-Beta-777 accompanied by Agent Douglas, set out from SCP-4712 to survey the surface. Goals of the expedition included confirmation of 1957 exploratory logs, obtaining samples of the organisms present, and full documentation of any abandoned settlements. Personnel were outfitted with explosive and incendiary rounds based on the accounts of the original MTF expedition. Members of the exploratory team met only slight resistance, fending off attacks from several large winged predators; before reaching the nearest abandoned structure noted in the 1957 exploration logs. Agent Douglas examined a small residential dwelling through psychometry. Shortly after making physical contact with the structure, Agent Douglas began to scream. Members of MTF-Beta-777 were unable to calm Agent Douglas and Command ordered an immediate return to base. The following is a recording of Agent Douglas’ statements while being extracted from SCP-4712-B: [Extraneous recordings from MTF personnel expunged.] Everywhere Can’t you smell it? It’s on all of you, oh fuck it’s on me. Like raw meat left out in the sun and hot grass. I can taste it in everything. It’s in everything. Eating everything, growing and growing, then eating everything again… over and over again These people couldn’t smell it but it was here all the same and it turned them no ripped them apart? Not apart apart… but apart, you know? It got in their leaders in their heads their guts It ate them up from the inside. But I can smell it taste it. They’re still here all eaten up but made again fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK They’re people… oh fuck, they’re all people It’s… it's still here, in all the meat There’s no more space here, crowded, suffocating. Needs more. Needs it. …there’s a hole in us ….it …it wants to fill t-the gap, and eat Agent Douglas repeated some rendition of these statements several times in the 45 minutes it took to extract her to SCP-4712. Captain Kessler, commander of the expedition, noted the presence of increased numbers of SCP-4712-1 and -3 on the return. Reinforcements rendezvoused with Beta-777, extracting Douglas and digging in to repel the increased numbers of anomalies attempting to breach SCP-4712. Second Interview of SCP-4712-A July 17, 1991 Interviewer – Dr. Iona Varga, Director of Site-91 Varga: What’s on the other side of SCP-4712? SCP-4712-A: I told you to leave me there. Varga: Enough! A valuable member of my staff is having a psychotic break. Just answer my question. [SCP-4712-A rubs its eyes and sighs.] SCP-4712-A: I don’t know what it’s called. I just know that it’s hungry. Varga: How did the staff at Site-07 die? SCP-4712-A: They’re not really animals, you know? They’re what’s left of whoever lived in those ruins. Before it got ahold of them. The creatures were after me, but I think the thing could sense the gateway. Varga: You knew there was a way out? SCP-4712-A: I didn’t know it was there at first, but after a few years I could feel the space thinning. But then who would stop the things from coming through? He chose me, and I couldn’t let that thing get through the gateway. I knew something was out there; I could feel it. Something more than the creatures, something intangible. Besides, I didn’t know where the gateway led or even if it was a gateway at all. All I could feel was a thinning. Varga: Did you tell the staff about the gateway? SCP-4712-A: Of course, I did! They were my friends. I explained everything and they decided to stay. To fight. They trusted me. Varga: Of course, that was probably due to your anomaly. SCP-4712-A: What are you insinuating? Varga: You said it yourself: you had a way with people. They trusted you. You know what you did to people, how you made them feel when you were around. Marius, you really think a site full of Foundation staff would have failed to come through that gateway? Even to merely confirm where it led? You think they rationally decided to welcome their likely deaths? SCP-4712-A: I don’t know. Varga: You used them, whether you knew you were doing it or not. [SCP-4712-A does not respond but begins to shift in its seat for a moment before continuing.] SCP-4712-A: After a few years had passed, we thought we had the situation under control. We’d hunt a few, kill some of the ones trying to gain access to Site-07. We’d live for another week and then repeat. I didn’t know that thing was controlling the creatures. Like meat puppets. I didn’t know it was controlling some of the staff. [SCP-4712-A wipes at its eyes, takes a deep breath and pauses for a moment before continuing.] SCP-4712-A: Someone took down the barricades and opened the doors. That’s all it took. Then people were dying in the halls and I could feel each as they went. But more than anything, I could smell it in them. The creatures, the staff, my friends. It was in all of them. At the end, they were all killing each other faster than the creatures could. [SCP-4712-A pauses again, shaking slightly, and looks down to its hands.] SCP-4712-A: They used weapons at first, and then their hands, their teeth. I saw McRenolds tear Samira’s throat out with his teeth and then pull out his own eyes. One of the security staff took a mallet to Pyun’s head and didn’t stop until there was red paste all over the hall floor. There was blood and shit everywhere, and the creatures kept coming. Varga: How did it end? Why did you survive? SCP-4712-A: I was more capable than the staff, could defend myself. But not forever. Varga: What aren’t you telling me? SCP-4712-A: After they were all dead, I could feel it coming for me. It ripped me up from the inside. Took my gifts, consumed them. The creatures hesitated, pulled back. It wanted me all for itself. Varga: Why didn’t it take you? SCP-4712-A: I blocked it out. But I knew that wasn’t enough. I couldn’t close the gate, I didn’t have the power. But I could bind it to that world, as long as I was there to hold it together. I had to give something up in exchange. [SCP-4712-A indicates the walker assistive device] That’s why I have trouble walking. I cut my freedom out of me. That’s what it cost to keep it from coming through. Varga: Why didn’t it just kill you? SCP-4712-A: It was tied to me now; I was a part of it. Still am. I’m a danger to everything you do here. [SCP-4712-A looks directly into Dr. Varga’s eyes.] SCP-4712-A: I’m sorry for Agent Douglas, I am. But I told her to take me back. SCP-4712-A: Otherwise, all those people died for nothing. UPDATE to Containment Procedures – July 18, 1991: SCP-4712-A is to be transported back through SCP-4712, and the entrance sealed with thaumatological wards and a reinforced beryllium bronze bulkhead openable only upon Director Varga's approval or authorization by Overwatch Command. Footnotes 1. Similar in nature to previously recorded entities claiming the title of Karcist in the Nälkä faith (see additional material). 2. Ultimately requiring five times the dosage of tranquilizer expected given -A’s mass. 3. An anomalous mirror allowing viewing of another dimension that had not yet been designated as an SCP. Testing was still underway when Event-Alpha occurred, thus, the limits of AO36-19 were unknown. 4. instances of SCP-4712-3. 5. The record of what transpired in this meeting is not contained within recovered files from Site-07. 6. The ability to make relevant associations from an object of unknown history by making physical contact with that object. 7. After consulting with Dr. Judith Low, Senior Adviser at the Department of History, it is believed this phrase (translated from Romanian to mean the “first killer of gods”) is in reference to Grand Karcist Ion. Ion is the messianic figure and founder of Sarkicism (known to its adherents as Nälkä), King of fabled Adytum, and is almost certainly fictitious. 8. Instances of SCP-4712-2. ►Access Granted◄ Hecatoncheires Cycle << SCP-4612: Not All Gods Decompose | SCP-4712: A Failure of Purpose | SCP-5512: A Social Contract >> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4712" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4712. 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-4713 | euclid | An SCP-4713 instance breaching containment. Presumed to be an 'astromole'. Instance contained since. Item #: SCP-4713 Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation has implemented mole-repellent devices across the city of Puławy, Poland to minimalize SCP-4713 manifestations. These devices are placed 15m to 30m away from each other and are disguised by natural structures such as bushes and trees to minimalize civilian suspicion. Two Three control areas have been established outside of civilian access, which allows for manifestations of SCP-4713. All public roads of a 15m or lesser proximity from the aforementioned controlled places were redirected, yet still maintaining a functioning access between places via said roads. The controlled areas are to be checked weekly for any changes. It is currently disguised as private land. All breached SCP-4713 instances are to be captured and are to be sent back to a tunnel connecting to the SCP-4713 underground tunnel system. In the case of a containment breach, Eta-30 ("A Special Pest Control") is to be dispatched at the place of containment breach. The area surrounding the Task Force during quarantine is to be discontinued from public view and accessibility. Any unauthorised individuals witnessing an SCP-4713 recontainment protocol are to be administered Class B Amnestics. Description: SCP-4713 refers to an estimated amount of 5,000 Talpa Europaea1 which have been recorded to only inhabit Puławy, a city within the Lublin Voivodeship in Eastern Poland. SCP-4713 instances possess the anomalous ability to perform advanced verbal communication in Polish. At the time of writing, the presence of the moles has not been recorded in any city other than Puławy, yet it is hypothesized that the SCP-4713 underground tunnel system expands past the vicinity of the city. The anomalous capabilities of SCP-4713 manifest when an instance reaches the surface. After emerging, one or two SCP-4713 instances will attempt to erect a structure made of wire, refuse, and other similar metallic components. After successful creation of a surface base, SCP-4713 instances accommodate the structure, uttering phrases to compliment the base along with remarks of joy, gratification, and hubris. An attempt of communication with an SCP-4713 instance was made possible and recorded: FILE: TRANSCRIPT OF INTERVIEW-4713 Agent Zbigniew communicating with an SCP-4713 instance. This conversation was recorded in an area where SCP-4713 specimens were granted freedom of establishing bases. No SCP-4713 instances were transported away from the area. The SCP-4713 specimen interviewed complied to speak but was not on the surface at the time of conversation, rather being in a small dirt and rock bunker in the side of a hill. The interviewed SCP-4713 instance is referred to as SCP-4713-A. The conversation was originally spoken in Polish, later translated by Foundation translators for global use. {START INTERVIEW} Agent Zbigniew: Hello? SCP-4713-A: Replying after a 3-second buffer Welcome, celestial! Have you travelled a fine journey here to grant us the knowledge of the universe? Agent Zbigniew: Oh, erm, no. But its nice to… Meet you. How should I call you? SCP-4713-A: Call me Andrew, or mole if you prefer. One of the two is fine. Agent Zbigniew: I will use… Erm… Andrew, for the time being. May we ask you some questions relating to your bases and so forth? SCP-4713-A: Of course! I don't remember communicating with a mystic big person for so long! Last time they ran away and scared me and Edward out and we had to abandon our base. Agent Zbigniew: That shouldn't bother you as we are not here to scare you. Anyways, our first question is, how did you learn to speak Polish? SCP-4713-A: You see, us smart moles have good hearing. We sometimes make tiny holes to learn and listen to what the mythical big people say. Big people around our places walk around a lot. We don't want to disturb them, and we've learnt by now that us talking is a weird thing for them. We've heard a lot of screams, and they really hurt our ears. They make us scared, and we have a reputation for big people to be scared of us. And we've just learned how they speak, using our mole brains, interpreting their language to their loudness, tone and actions. We make tiny holes from our areas to not only admire the fresh air of the terrestrial cosmos but to hear how big people talk. Other than that, I can't give you a good answer on how we are so smart. Agent Zbigniew: Right. What is the "terrestrial cosmos"? SCP-4713-A: The terrestrial cosmos? Oh, do you big and wise people not know? Past the surface, the fresh air! A beautiful thing. We make bases to admire it. We send brave astromoles, like me, to explore the surface. We've spent most of our lives underground. And I admit, us moles are very scared by the big people. But, we as very brave and intelligent moles, including the Mole Institute of Terrestrial Space Exploration, naming it M.I.T.S.E, were brave enough to explore the surface of the unknown big peoples. The big people, big minds and big lumbering logs of some sort missing our bases by a tiny bit! We were always used to living underground, away from the big people and away from danger. It was fun and friendly living there, but our curiosity changes it. Since, we've been trying to bond with the big people, albeit a very dangerous task, we are trying our best to learn that we also have a chance to grow and aspire to be brave astromoles on the perilous surface! Agent Zbigniew Thank you for your answer. What intrigued you to make bases on the surface? SCP-4713-A: It is obvious. To admire the terrestrial cosmos and listen to the big celestial peoples. To get fresh air, and to feel the euphoria we never felt. Everyone's brain has the ability to grow. Its a beautiful thing… It tears me up a little bit to know how much we've been missing. The open-air never gave me such a big hug, and the big people, probably like you, to learn us the courage we have now. Since we've made the M.I.T.S.E, we've learnt to adapt to our blindness. We see by emotions, by tone and by reason. We think, and we explore what is unexplored, developing our intelligence more and more. Agent Zbigniew: How did you make up phrases such as "astromole?" SCP-4713-A: Ooh, interesting question. We've got a big history on that, but to cut it short, big people were talking about space one day. I couldn't sleep, my dumb neighbour Lolek kept on kicking me in the nose whilst I was trying to snooze. So, me and my friends went up to the surface. We entered our small fort, admiring the air as astromoles do. And then, we hear something amazing. From the little vocabulary and words we've learnt from little conversations from the big people, we've learnt they want to explore the surface. I've never heard of astronauts, and I don't know if calling you grand and big people "Astros" would fit. So, we replaced it with astromoles. We also have ambitions to explore the unknown. And so do you. The surface can be a flourishing paradise for all we know, yet we just have to embrace it better. Agent Zbigniew: Do you have any, ruler, or some type of leader? SCP-4713-A: Of course! King and Queen, to be exact. Our King is a posh person, he is scared of the big people but isn't an astromole. He gives me badges out of small shards of rock. I value them a lot, and I keep them as trophies for my brave works with the terrestrial cosmos. The queen, on the other hand, is a shy mole. She likes to talk about the surface, or how we call it, terrestrial cosmos, to almost mole minutes at a time. We all love our king and queen, even if they have small quirks, they are special and lead our mole nation into success. Agent Zbigniew: How did you end up be- SCP-4713-A disrupts SCP-4713-A: My biggest apologies to disrupt the mysterious big people, but I have to go. My works as an astromole need to have a lot of patience and time. For a later time, maybe in a moleday or so. I don't mind, as long as you big people don't ruin our amazing surface bases to explore the unknown we are fine to speak. I am happy that you are not scared of us, not scared of us speaking the big people language with big words and big vocabulary. But, my time is done. Hopefully, you are satisfied with the answers. I'd love to know if you have a king or queen and whether you have a neighbour which kicks your nose every time you try to snooze. Agent Zbigniew: Trying not to laugh Thank you for your time. SCP-4713-A: No problem! Proceeds to crawl out of its hole towards Agent Zbigniew, embracing Agent Zbigniew's leg with a hug with its both legs and arms, wrapping around it fully for 10 seconds, before letting go and accidentally falling on its backside. SCP-4713-A proceeds to crawl back into its hole, accidentally bumping into a few pebbles on its way. Agent Zbigniew is heard chuckling under his breath. {END INTERVIEW} + ADDENDUM OF SCP-4713 - LEVEL 2+ CLEARANCE REQUIRED - Access Granted On the 27th of May, 2016, the Foundation discovered an SCP-4713 "M.I.T.S.E" base in a remote part of a forest in Puławy, which didn't have mole-repellent devices constructed on its surface. The discovery was held by two cyclists who explored the area, discovering moles building a base out of rock, metal, dirt, clay, small metallic objects2 and sticks, whilst simultaneously co-operating by speaking in the Polish language. The Foundation got in touch as soon as it received the information. The cyclists were administered Class-B amnestics. A few deterrents, such as bushes and artificial greenery, were erected around the "M.I.T.S.E" base to decrease the chances of an additional civilian discovery of the construction. To further prevent its discovery, the road was altered to make a small arch turn away from the "M.I.T.S.E" base.3 On the surface were two SCP-4713 instances, assumed to be "astromoles", walking across the dirt landscape, whilst communicating with other SCP-4713 specimens. A list of comments by the SCP-4713 instances was recorded; "Freedom! The terrestrial cosmos is finally ours! This is a huge success, my astromoles!" followed by cheers and words of gratification from SCP-4713 instances. "We, my fellow moles, are on big and mystic people terrain! A huge step for a big person, yet a small widdle for us moles!" "Nothing will stop us now!" After the Foundation got in touch with the area, two weeks later two objects were spotted next to the bases; what is presumed to be a small, metal rocket, lacking text to distinguish any substantial information, and a small spaceship, made out of sticks, clay, metal, and rocks. The dimensions of the spaceship were measured to fit in at least 5 SCP-4713 instances at once. A visible take-off station for rockets was also under construction, with a small ladder and catwalk constructed out of sticks leading to where a rocket is to take off. Further inspection is to take place. Footnotes 1. European mole 2. These "small metallic objects" includes a rusted bullet, three unrecognized objects made out of iron, a few copper wires and fragments of an unrecognized object composed out of tin. 3. The alterations made also substantially decreased the audible speech of SCP-4713 instances whilst traversing past the forested road. No reports by unauthorized personnel have been recorded since the alterations have been implemented. |
SCP-4714 | safe | close Info X SCP-4714: Dr. Wondertainment's My Unicorn Friend™ Authors: Team Crashing into Your DMs (devonmartin and Crashington) More by these authors: http://www.scp-wiki.net/devons-den http://www.scp-wiki.net/poi-3181-198-file This SCP was written as part of the 2019 Collaboration Contest. Don't forget to give us a +1 if you liked it! An instance of SCP-4714. Item #: SCP-4714 Special Containment Procedures: STF Lambda-24 ("Babysitters") will monitor SCP-4714-A for appearance of new subjects. Subjects will be fitted with a GPS transmitter bracelet, amnesticized, and removed from the immediate area. Upon demanifestation, subjects will be tracked and SCP-4714 instance will be confiscated. Currently, all 63 SCP-4714 instances in containment are stored in a Safe-class item storage container at Site-19. Description: SCP-4714 refers to an unknown number of plush dolls, each resembling a pink unicorn with white feet and mane. A small paper card is attached to the right flank by a plastic fastener. This card reads: Dr. Wondertainment PRESENTS: My Unicorn Friend NOW WITH REAL HAIR! MAKE A WISH AND COME TO PLAY! FOR GIRLS OF AGES 5 TO 8 Front of SCP-4714's attached card. Sky's turned gray? Feeling blue? Have we got a friend for you! A hug and a wish, and your dreams come true: "I want to play with the unicorns, too!" Back of SCP-4714's attached card. When held by a female individual between the ages of 5 to 8 (hereafter "the subject"), SCP-4714 is capable of instantaneously teleporting the subject to a secondary location, identified as an abandoned stable in [DATA REDACTED], Kentucky (hereafter SCP-4714-A). Teleportation to SCP-4714-A occurs when the subject holds SCP-4714 and makes a verbal request similar in nature to that printed on the attached card. Notably, subjects are perceived as identical copies of a young girl, designated PoI-994 (see Discovery Log), for the duration, but are otherwise unaffected. Subjects are returned to their original location after one hour. Discovery: On August 31, 2019, two cardboard boxes were delivered by mail to Site-19. Security personnel searched the boxes, finding 48 instances of SCP-4714 and the following letter: To my wonderful friends* at The Foundation: Here at Wondertainment Industries, we believe that the best toys are those created with only fun in mind. When we lose sight of that, we lose the spark that makes our products the best toys out there. This is one of those times. Still, Chaz bears some of the blame for what Sal did. After all, he knew him long before I ever stepped into his office. So take my toys, like you always do. Put them in a box. I don't want to see them anymore. All the best, Dr. Wondertainment Preliminary testing with SCP-4714 led to the discovery of SCP-4714-A, an abandoned ranch. An adjacent trailer was found to contain numerous copies of invoices sent to Ambrose Restaurants (GoI-116) detailing the sale of unicorn meat, as well as invoices sent to Doctor Wondertainment, Inc. outlining a mutual agreement exchanging unicorn hair for "quality assurance services."1 Additionally, a photograph was located, featuring an unknown man (PoI-995) and a young girl (PoI-994) holding up a T-shirt, reading "#1 Dad." The identities of these individuals have been confirmed as Alice and Sal ███████. Inside the stable, Foundation personnel found several stalls that had been broken open from the inside. Within another stall, which had been broken into from outside, were the bodies of two individuals, one child and one adult, visually confirmed as PoI-994 and PoI-995, respectively.2 The former showed signs of strangulation, while the latter bore numerous broken ribs and impalements. Investigation into the circumstances surrounding this incident are ongoing. Dr. I.H.A.P. Wondertainment, V is Displeased With Her Happy Meal SCP-4714 / Footnotes 1. The meaning of this phrase remains unknown. 2. Notably, PoI-994 was killed in an unrelated car accident roughly one month prior to discovery. |
SCP-4715 | keter | Facial region of SCP-4715's skull after encounter with SCP-0██. Item #: SCP-4715 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4715 has been contained in the containment complex within Area 4715-23. Area 4715-23 is an underground compound located 315 metres below sea level at an undisclosed location within Canada's Stikine region, chosen for both its distance from the nearest city and proximity to LoI1-517-Sigma. Stocks of materials required for Procedure 4715-Waning Moon are to be maintained on-site. The containment complex consists of two 20x30x20m cells, environmentally regulated in order to simulate a mid-Pleistocene climate, seasonally between -10 and 5 degrees centigrade. A central observation and security laboratory oversees both chambers; observation panels constructed from laminated ballistics glass 25cm thick with plate steel shutters oversee both cells from a vantage point across the top wall of both chambers. In addition to visual observation, video, motion-sensing, and thermal security cameras have been installed throughout each cell for remote observation of the subject. Automated chemical deterrent systems are installed throughout every corridor in Area-4715-23, and will release concentrated resiniferatoxin2 aerosol spray should SCP-4715 breach containment. Aerosol will continue to be sprayed until it has been driven back to an acceptable proximity to the containment chambers, or until manually shut off by site command. Should personnel prove incapable of preventing SCP-4715 from exiting Area 4715-23, detonation of the onsite thermobaric weapon is authorised. Following this, re-containment of SCP-4715 must be carried out before it is able to fully recover. ++ Procedure 4715-Waning Moon, Access Restricted to Level 3 or Higher Personnel. ACCESS GRANTED Procedure 4715-Waning Moon: Procedure 4715-Waning Moon is a ritual that must be performed on the full moon of each month, and requires the use of one D class Personnel3, 60 kilograms of red meat4, a hand woven wicker basket, and human blood. The Shaman must be anointed with human blood5 and will then place the meat within the wicker basket. No other personnel may carry out this task. The Shaman will proceed to enter the containment chamber holding SCP-4715 and place the meat on the ground before SCP-4715, arranging it so that it matches the designs depicted in document 4715-Waning Moon-04. They will then prostrate themselves before the basket and recite the phrase "This we offer for your continued torpor. Flesh of your time. Blood of my blood." The Shaman must remain prostrate and continue reciting the phrase until SCP-4715 has consumed the entirety of the meat. After consuming the meat, SCP-4715 may or may not kill and consume the Shaman, but doing so does not indicate a failure of the procedure. Should the Shaman survive, they are to retrieve the basket and exit the containment chamber. Failure to perform Procedure 4715-Waning Moon results in an exponential increase in aggression from SCP-4715, characterised by a marked increase in attempts to breach containment. To date, ██% of these attempts have been successful. The continued use of surviving Shamans has been approved by Area Director Roberts, along with reward, punitive and incentive programs among the D-Class population held on site in an effort to ensure the continued success of Procedure 4715-Waning Moon. Containment chambers must be cleaned following the performance of Procedure 4715-Waning Moon each month. While this takes place, SCP-4715 is to be transferred to the adjacent chamber. During this time, any observed damage is to be repaired and other required maintenance carried out. With the exception of preventing a breach of containment, interaction with SCP-4715 is strictly limited to D-Class Personnel performing Procedure 4715-Waning Moon. Unless actively attempting to breach containment, no physical harm or actions insinuating aggressive intent may be inflicted upon the subject or upon any persons within SCP-4715's sensory radius. In the event of a containment breach, all fire is to be concentrated on its head with as much force as possible in order to render it unconscious or comatose before it grows too large to re-contain. Description: SCP-4715 is a large hexapodal mammalian carnivore with chimeric morphology standing at a minimum height of 5.2m and weighing ~2,300kg. Genetic analysis has been inconsistent, showing traces of modern wildlife6, as well as Miocene/Pleistocene era7 and anomalous animals such as SCP-████, [FURTHER DATA REDACTED].8 It has a robust frame and a vaguely feline skull, with a carnivorous dental structure, forward-set eyes, and a stout muzzle. Of note are a pair of large, backward-swept horns, which are not present in any member of Carnivora. Its primary forelimbs are long and end in proportionately large hands with seven digits, each with a large semi-retractable claw. Its secondary forelimbs are multi jointed and significantly longer, terminating in three heavily clawed digits. Its hind legs appear ursine, and its tail is long and muscular, acting like a tripod for balance when standing on its hind legs. SCP-4715 is highly aggressive, and has been observed attempting to attack most sapient life it has encountered. However, when observed in situ it appears disinterested in most other fauna. It has never been observed hunting or pursuing other organisms, and larger fauna avoids SCP-4715, instinctively fleeing from its scent. SCP-4715 displays a level of intelligence roughly on par with that of a chimpanzee (Pan troglodytes), and displays a particular aptitude for the fashioning and usage of tools as weapons. This behaviour is not limited to primitive weaponry, as evidenced by its redirection of anti aircraft weaponry during Incident-4715-1944-J. Beyond these applications, SCP-4715 is highly intuitive, able to accurately read the emotional and mental state of sapient entities around it. In the event that SCP-4715 perceives an entity intending to harm another (including itself), it will rapidly gain mass proportional to the number of such entities and the intensity of these feelings. The source of new mass gained during these episodes is unknown. The most egregious breach saw SCP-4715 reach a height of approximately 24m and a weight approaching an estimated 56,000kg, but depictions in recovered historic artefacts suggest the potential to grow larger given sufficient exposure to situations of conflict. This effect reverses quickly as soon as SCP-4715 can no longer sense the harmful intentions of others, and it radiates intense heat as its mass decreases. SCP-4715 has been observed attempting to draw uninvolved individuals into states of conflict in order to increase its biomass, and often displays fascination and attraction towards states of conflict between sapient beings. SCP-4715's physiology grants it exceptional speed and strength. Additionally, it has proven highly resistant to most forms of conventional weaponry and physical trauma. It possesses reasonably consistent internal systems - largely indistinguishable from other large carnivorous mammals - but testing has shown that it does not require any form of nutrition to survive. It is resistant to most toxins, both artificial and naturally produced, as well as radiation and caustic or acidic chemical exposure. Oils produced beneath the dermis provide its fur and skin flame retardant qualities, providing it resistance to temperatures in excess of 1,600 and below -150 degrees centigrade. The most reliable method of control appears to be lachrymatory agents9 and capsaicinoids, which it appears to have no particular resistance to. In addition to SCP-4715's considerable natural durability, the creature has proven able to regrow significant amounts of lost tissue, up to and including limbs that have been lost in violent encounters. Repair and regeneration of injuries and trauma will always spread outwards from the central nervous system, and will take longer to repair the more significant it is; as an example, a forelimb lost during initial containment of the specimen was fully regrown within 7 days. To date, nothing has proven capable of causing damage to SCP-4715's cranium, vertebral column, or central nervous system, and nothing has proven capable of neutralizing its capacity for regeneration. Addendum 4715-1: The existence of SCP-4715 was confirmed by the Foundation in October 1916 following event 4715-WWI-1916, but there is evidence suggesting its origin dates back significantly further in history. Recovered documents originating from various Groups of Interest, historical artefacts and archaeological finds suggest that SCP-4715 has existed in its present form for the majority of human history. The following is a brief catalogue of selected notable documents pertaining to the pre-Foundation history of SCP-4715. A complete list of collected documents can be seen in Document-SCP-4715-HD07. Historic Documentation: SCP-4715-19-R Description: SCP-4715-56-R is a series of Roman frescoes discovered in a ruined subterranean Roman structure located below Istanbul, Turkey on the 15/5/1980. They depict a sequence of events involving Roman soldiers10 engaging in battle against Sasanian11 forces. The following fresco shows SCP-4715 engaging both forces, and the final fresco shows the Roman soldiers appeasing SCP-4715 with large stocks of meat. Relevant Details: This is the earliest known modern depiction of religious behaviour around SCP-4715. SCP-4715 as depicted in one of the clearer paintings in SCP-4715-361-H. Historic Documentation: SCP-4715-36-H Description: SCP-4715-361-H is the designation of a series of proto-human cave paintings discovered in the Ardèche Region of France on the 27/10/2005. These consist of imagery of SCP-4715 engaging in attacks upon humanoid figures, with many examples being surrounded by skulls and other symbolic imagery. Radiocarbon dating places the origin of these paintings at being approximately 32,000–30,000 years before present. Relevant Details: The example pictured is believed to depict SCP-4715 engaging in an intimidation display. It is not known what this display was directed towards, as the cave wall immediately beside this painting had since been destroyed. Historic Documentation: SCP-4715-238 Description: SCP-4715-238 is a large woodcarving measuring 5m x 2m x 0.4m, originating from mid-14th Century Prussia. It depicts 16 mounted Teutonic knights engaging in a cavalry charge against SCP-4715. This is one of the earliest known depictions of SCP-4715's size altering effect known. If the scale of this depiction is correct, it depicts SCP-4715 being 9.4m in height while engaging 16 mounted knights, which is consistent with the size change displayed in modern observations. An engraving translated to read "Banishing of the beast from the earth." is present beneath the image. Relevant Details: SCP-4715-238 was originally sent to Site-19 via a courier service on the 05/12/1981, and included a note reading: Dear Sir or Madam, Knowledge is power, and we have observed your organisation gathering resources in order to learn more about the subject of this carving. Given your modus-operandi, we believe that in providing this historic artefact, free of charge, you may be able to successfully "contain" this creature and put a stop to its disruptive activities. Yours Sincerely, Nigel Tissington-Evers, Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP. Historic Documentation: SCP-4715-379-B Description: Journal belonging to one Wei Zemin, a Chinese farmer displaced by the Taiping rebellion between 1850 and 1864 who observed and sketched what he described as a monster emerging from a large pile of battlefield casualties and proceeding to move at speed in the direction of Nanjing. SCP-4715-379-B was confiscated from an archaeological team who discovered it while researching the rebellion. Relevant Details: The following is a translated passage from SCP-4715-379-B After the village was massacred and the soldiers moved on, there were many bodies still clinging to earthly possessions that could be of great aid to my family. Waiting for the cover of nightfall, the smell was even worse than usual for a massacred town, and it seemed in the light of the setting sun that the sea of corpses stretched as far as the eye could see. Then, from the tallest of the piles of the dead came a monster. It burst forth from the dead like a great fish from the sea, and its bellow was so evil it could not possibly come from a Godly creature. It shook the blood from its midnight hair, and fled with haste to Nanjing. Addendum 4715-2: NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/1000 CLASSIFIED. Any attempt to access this file without level 4/1000 authorization will be logged and will lead to disciplinary action. —Dr. Steven Roberts, Area Director 4715-23 ++ Access Restricted to Level 4 Personnel ACCESS GRANTED Area Directors statement: As much as it is the job of the Foundation to know all there is to know about the objects we contain, it has always been accepted that there is a great deal more that we don't know. After all, how are we supposed to explain how a box that plays with the laws of physics could possibly exist, or to know the motivations of an obscene and corrosive old man who hunts people for sport? How are we to understand the origins of a monster that has existed at least as long as humanity? Well in that last case, a recent discovery has opened a new avenue that has allowed us to better understand not only the origins of SCP-4715, but also how to better contain it. This discovery is LoI-517-Sigma, and has proven invaluable in not only broadening our knowledge of SCP-4715, but also in providing many of the current containment procedures implemented today. It is important to remember that without the knowledge obtained from this site, we would likely still be trying to contain 4715 with automated gunfire and having to withstand containment breaches every few years. The following document is a brief overview of LoI-517-Sigma, including details on a number of notable artefacts pertaining to SCP-4715 discovered within the area. Dr. Steven Roberts, Area Director 4715-23 An overview on Location of Interest 517-Sigma and notable items contained within. Entrance to LoI-517-Sigma prior to securing the area in 2009 LoI-517-Sigma was first discovered by civilian outdoor enthusiasts in 2009, who later informed the University of British Columbia of its location, describing "Some kind of shiny bunker or Egyptian Colosseum in some caves lit up by shiny plants." While the university politely dismissed these claims, Foundation operatives were sent to investigate the area. The caves entrance was located, and an exploration revealed a structure built in a large cavern deep within the system. Investigation revealed that this structure was a long abandoned and dormant entrance to an organic complex of similar construction to SCP-2932 located approximately 900 metres below sea level. This complex has been determined to have served a similar function as the aforementioned location, albeit on a smaller scale and focused on the containment of SCP-4715. There are minimal signs of damage to any of the structures, and the organic devices within are alive and powered but inactive. A substructure at the bottom of the complex has been confirmed as once housing SCP-4715, and is constructed from indestructible plant material inscribed with various designs bearing similarity to those found in various occult manuscripts and cave paintings. Black chains constructed from an as of yet unknown alloy line the interior of the substructure and adjacent rooms, with numerous human and non-human skeletal remains still shackled in place. Several of these specimens showed signs of extreme bodily trauma, such as bisection and severe crush injuries. The structure features multiple redundant doors and linked security features, all of which are inactive. Rooms throughout the rest of the complex appear to be focused on providing research, administrative and residential functionality, and show no sign of habitation. Throughout the complex are multiple images and descriptions of SCP-4715, depicting it engaging numerous instances of the original owners of LoI-517-Sigma (See Document Alpha-1596-1000 for more information) and other unidentified entities in combat in a manner largely consistent with modern observation, though some depictions show SCP-4715 significantly larger than any previously recorded size. It is unknown if this is due to the artistic interpretations being inaccurate, or if SCP-4715 can indeed reach even larger sizes. Beyond those pertaining to containment, there are two notable sources of documentation regarding SCP-4715 located within LoI-517-Sigma that may shed some light on the possible origin of the subject. These have been translated from images provided to SCP-2932-A, who told Foundation personnel that it was unaware of this location citing its "Lack of omniscience." Document 4715-1000-H40 Description: Document 4715-1000-H40 was found carved above the access ports on the structure comprising the containment chamber formerly housing SCP-4715. The text is well preserved, but sections have been rendered incomprehensible by large scratches obscuring the writing. Transcription: [Illegible] lingering price of overthrowing those that came before. A demon born of blood and war [Illegible] the bloodiest night, where [Illegible] Children and Fae alike, indiscriminately. [Illegible] wept and watched as loved ones turned to light. [Illegible] and from atrocity was born abomination. Our fault [Illegible] Their fault. [Illegible] slaughterer of thousands, but was thrown down [Illegible] remain, incarcerated for endless rotation. Notes: It is hypothesized that this information was carved into the containment structure as a failsafe in the event of power outage, rather than stored in organic devices similar to those found elsewhere in the structure. Document 4715-1000-A7 Description: Unlike other documents recovered within LoI-517-Sigma, Document 4715-1000-A7 has been painted onto a wall in a recently discovered room within the complex beside a large organic mechanism with various interfaces. It is presumed that this device controlled the security or power of the complex. Transcription: "The Day the Flowers Bloomed was long ago now. Our shining cities are gone. The surviving Children turned to beasts of the earth. We are gone now. The Children of the Sun have turned our weapons upon themselves, and they sleep in the night. They know not of the demon born from war, and cast aside any tool that could turn aside its fury. Endless rotation ends now. May the hairless usurpers suffer at its hands, and pay for their transgression. To any Child of the Night who finds my message, know that I have committed this crime to avenge our demise. You will not forgive me." Notes: Along with this message, the skeleton of an SCP-1000 instance was discovered resting on the floor of the room with a hole in its skull. Analysis and radio-carbon dating of the skull suggests that the individual killed itself 34,000–33,000 years before present. Footnotes 1. Location of Interest 2. A powerful neurotoxic, nocigenic capsaicin analog causing severe irritation of the eyes and respiratory system. 3. Hereby referred to as the "Shaman" 4. Sourced as per document 4715-Waning Moon-04 from wild musk ox and whitetail deer populations 5. applied in the designs depicted in document 4715-Waning Moon-04 6. including humans (Homo sapiens), Gorillas (Gorilla gorilla), alpine ibex (Capra ibex) and binturong (Arctictis binturong). 7. such as giant ground sloth (Megatherium istilarti), marsupial lion (Thylacoleo carnifex), hyaenodon (Simbakubwa kutokaafrika) and cave lion (Panthera atrox) 8. Redacted data is available to Lv 3 and higher staff working directly on SCP-4715 research, but encompasses multiple anomalous and otherwise contained species. 9. A variety of chemical weapons causing severe eye and respiratory pain. 10. Believed to be the Legio duodecima Fulminata ("Thunderbolt Twelfth Legion") 11. Late Persian Empire. |
SCP-4716 | keter | Item #: SCP-4716 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4716 and SCP-4716-B are to be stored separately in standard document safes in Site-43's climate-controlled library. Access to SCP-4716-B is limited to a monthly basis, for purposes of documentation. Under Ethics Committee resolution 4716-003, no further testing is to be conducted using the recipes within SCP-4716 due to the possible damage on personal and global scales. Gerard Hopworth is considered a Person of Interest related to SCP-4716. Their current area of operation is unknown, suspected to be in the northern United Kingdom. It is highly likely that Hopworth is in possession of a third, uncontained volume of SCP-4716. As such, containment of this volume and containment or termination of Hopworth himself is a Level-3 Priority. Description: SCP-4716 refers to a manuscript containing several thaumaturgical rituals styled after culinary recipes. Entitled The Plutovore's Cookbook, the rituals in SCP-4716 all have the same intent: the creation of an edible effigy which is to be consumed in an act of symbolic cannibalism in order to enact misfortune upon its target. The recipes within SCP-4716 have three key, consistent components: Actual foodstuffs, including fresh fruit, vegetables, dairy products, etc. In some cases, pre-made food, such as frozen breakfast sandwiches or cheeseburgers bought from fast food establishments, are called for. A sympathetic link to the target of the ritual. In most cases, this calls for a sample of the target's DNA, such as hair, saliva, or blood. However, items such as documents composed by the target or items made in their image (including photographs, portraits, and action figures) are sometimes called for, presumably due to the difficulty of getting a physical link. An item related to the manner of harm which is to be inflicted upon the target. The severity of the harmful effect varies depending on how much food was created and consumed in the course of this ritual. If performed correctly, the result of one of these rituals is edible with no long-term effects on health. However, this does not account for the taste or texture of normally non-edible implements. The recipes and rituals detailed are similar in format and function to known Neo-Sarkic rituals involving symbolic cannibalism. However, SCP-4716 is notable in two aspects. Firstly, the number of pages within it far exceed the capacity of its bindings. New pages are created upon contact with items used in the cooking or consumption of food, such as hot sauce, tomato juice, mustard, vinegar, fryer oil, and salad dressing. Out of all tested substances, liquid derivatives of meat products appear to generate the most new material. Secondly, the rituals within SCP-4716 are made specifically to target individuals who have a net worth of at least 10,000,000USD. This parameter includes the majority of high-ranking individuals in Neo-Sarkic sects across the world, some of whom have appeared in SCP-4716. It is unclear why a Neo-Sarkic would create a volume that would allow members of their own cults to be adversely affected. Discovery: SCP-4716 was discovered following a string of incidents affecting political opponents of William Putzman, a state senator from Maine. Ten opposing candidates either dropped out of the race or were otherwise unable to continue campaigning, for reasons ranging from sudden life-threatening illness to arrest on charges of embezzlement to asphyxiation. Suspicion was brought upon Putzman following the discovery that his family had ties to Adytum's Wake, but Foundation interference was able to cause the story to be mis-reported as Putzman being part of a 'cult of carnal pleasures'. At the time, it was believed that Putzman was using an artifact similar to SCP-████ in order to attack his political opponents. However, Putzman himself was notorious among members of the Wake for being unskilled at flesh-crafting and other Sarkic thaumaturgical practices, suggesting the involvement of a second party. Following a brief and inconclusive investigation, Putzman resigned from his seat. Three weeks later, the police department in Augusta, Maine found Putzman dead following reports of shots being fired at his estate. Putzman's body had dessicated to a severe degree pre-mortem, and his attempt to fire a revolver had decapitated him and torn off his left arm, resulting in near-instantaneous death. SCP-4716 was discovered on the kitchen counter, next to a half-eaten sandwich made with pickled bread, peanut butter, silica gel packets, a lock of Putzman's hair, and grape jelly. SCP-4716 was originally twelve pages long— the first ten pages had recipes corresponding to the ten candidates that had been rendered unfit to run against Putzman, while the 11th and 12th contained recipes targeting Putzman himself. Saliva recovered from the sandwich showed DNA markers consistent with the Hopworth family1. Though denying any involvement, the absence of their youngest child Gerard at any and all family gatherings has been noted. Testing Log: Recipe: Bobby ████'s Arachnophobic Apricot Cobbler Ingredients: Water Fresh apricots Brown Sugar Butter Cinnamon, nutmeg, other assorted spices A drop of Mr. ████'s Blood A dried tarantula 'Superman' Ice Cream2 for the topping. Cooking Instructions: No major differences from a mundane apricot cobbler. It was stipulated that the chelicerae of the tarantula be set aside as garnishes, while the rest of it was ground in a food processor and mixed with the other spices. Result: Entire meal was consumed by D-Class personnel ignorant of the ingredients. Reported a 'crunchy, but not unpleasant' texture in the cobbler itself, while the ice cream was a 'nice change of pace' from plain vanilla. Five hours after consumption, Mr. ████ was bitten by several black widow spiders while visiting a facility owned by his company. While a full recovery is expected, Mr. ████ has been shown to be increasingly arachnophobic, calling for the suspension of any projects in his company that are related to spiders. Recipe: █.█. ███████'s Hackneyed Halibut Ingredients: Halibut purchased in Edinburgh, Scotland Panko bread crumbs Eggs Dill Pickle Lemon Mustard A 28cm long holly branch, chopped into sevenths A copy of Malleus Maleficarum (text stipulates "Reproductions OK!") Preparation: The Malleus Maleficarum is to be burned on a fire in which the holly branch is used as kindling, while Latin is spoken over the burning. Following this, the ashes of the book are integrated into the breading. Recipe is enough to make seven pieces of fried halibut. Result: One piece of seven consumed by D-Class personnel before it was complained that the food tasted like printing ink and smoke. █.█. ███████'s work has since begun to be re-examined in an unfavorable light. In addition, it is possible that ███████ herself was affected by the consumption of this meal, as she has been attempting to expand upon her previous work, with the derivatives being met with much criticism. Recipe: Prince ██████'s Vasectomy Venison Burgers Ingredients: Ground venison Salt and pepper Semen from his royal majesty Prince ██████ ███ of [REDACTED]3 Several dozen condoms, shredded 20ml of an antifibrinolytic drug Preparation: As standard venison burgers. Non-standard ingredients were integrated into the patties, and the recipe stipulated that they be served on King's Hawaiian buns with French's ketchup. Result: Consumption aborted after D-Class personnel suffered an allergic reaction to the latex in the condoms. Burgers were found to be undercooked by several degrees, and proper preparation would likely have resulted in the meal being hypoallergenic. The gastronomist in charge of preparing the meal was reprimanded. Within three days, Prince ██████' was admitted to the hospital with acute, ongoing priapism. Necrosis set in due to a lack of blood flow to other extremities, necessitating the removal of their penis. Recipe: ███ ██████'s Five-Star Steak Note: This recipe appeared following an accident in Site-43's test kitchen that exposed SCP-4716 to a spilled bottle of [REDACTED], a brand of wine whose winery of origin is owned by the Fifth Church. Ingredients: .14kg of sirloin steak A five-legged starfish A copy of a script from a movie in which ███ ██████ has appeared in that has had all references to numbers which are multiples of five removed.4 5g of salt and pepper 24.6ml lemon juice Preparation: Starfish was powdered and used to season the steak along with the salt and pepper. The script was dissolved in cooking oil used to sear the steak, which was then finished with lemon juice. Result: Entire meal consumed. ██████ suffered a broken ankle while filming an installment of the ██████ ██████████ franchise, resulting in delayed production. An earthquake hit Los Angeles within an hour of the announcement that production would be delayed, resulting in major damage to a building that serves as the headquarters for Fifthism in California. At this time, the Ethics Committee has discontinued all testing using SCP-4716. Incident 4716-29 During testing in late 2018, SCP-4716 stopped producing new recipes, despite being immersed in pig's blood for over half an hour. While the volume was removed undamaged, no new material appeared, leaving the final page count of SCP-4716 at over 4300. A sigil of unknown purpose was discovered on the inside of the back cover. Originally, this led SCP-4716 to be reclassified as neutralized; however, five days after this event, a large-scale anomalous event occurred during a party at the Hopworth estate in Leeds. A transcript of notable events visible on security footage from the grounds follows. 07:21: Micheal Hopworth, patriarch of the family, takes several guests into the main lobby of his estate and introduces them to a functioning Daevite worm-spear5. 07:32: Hors d'oeuvres are served. Common Neo-Sarkic foodstuffs, such as 'five-squid' caviar, goat eyeballs, and gilded phalanges are visible, as is an unidentified hard-boiled egg-based dish. 7:40: An impromptu prayer service is held. Sacramental wine is served. Electromagnetic distortion is visible around the wine, suggesting some thaumic energies are present. This is confirmed when a servant is invited to drink the wine, only to have five extra stomachs sprout from his torso, leading to death by severe, sudden trauma. Their corpse is visible on film for the duration of the party. 8:03: Mrs. Isobel Langley makes her way to the corpse of the servant and removes her own stomach, replacing it with one from the corpse. Prior to this, she had eaten at least ten of the hard boiled egg hors d'oeuvres. Three other individuals who consumed these items exchange their stomachs. 8:30: All guests enter the grand hall for dinner. Micheal Hopworth takes up the worm-spear and brings it into the dining hall. Cameras within the hall show him giving a speech, and then using the spear and the worm-constructs within to torment several guests. The behavior of all involved conveys amusement or joy, with one of the affected applauding after a worm-construct burrows out of his skull through his eye, which is quickly replaced using the eye of another servant. 8:40: Dinner is served. The chef, who appears to be headless, brings out the main dish: a large, porcine-esque corpse with over a dozen legs, identified as a Battle Sow6. The assembled guests applaud. 9:00 Another prayer service begins, immediately proceeding dessert. The purpose of this service appears to be preparation for a sacrifice. 9:10: A young woman is brought out, bound to a stretcher. She appears to be both unconscious and alive. A vial, presumably full of smelling salts, is brought under her nose. She awakens, struggling and screaming. Several guests begin tearing at her clothing. 9:15: The woman, now fully naked, begins to laugh as one of the guests bites off her finger. Confusion ensues as the guest who consumed the finger abruptly begins to auto-exsanguinate. The woman speaks, and looks of horror appear on the faces of all the guests. 9:17: Micheal Hopworth leaps onto the table and attempts to stab the woman with the worm-spear. The woman's abdominal flesh contorts around the weapon, before they speak again. 9:18: Several hundred worm-constructs appear from the bodies of all guests who had partaken of either the boar or the egg-based hors d'oeuvres, consuming the bodies. Micheal Hopworth's extremities, barring his head, are consumed, with the wounds being cauterized. 9:20: The headless chef appears and removes the woman's head, revealing that the woman is a flesh construct. The head reforms on the chef's body, taking on the facial features of Gerard Hopworth. Gerard and Micheal Hopworth converse for several minutes, before Gerard takes up the worm-spear and drives it into his father's skull, leaving the constructs to devour him. 9:25: Gerard leaves a pair of books in the dining hall, before exiting. The police were notified to a 'series of murders' through an anonymous tip some time after this. The two books recovered were a copy of Karl Marx's The Communist Manifesto, as well as a new instance of SCP-4716. Designated SCP-4716-B, the first recipe was titled "Battle Sow Slaughterhouse" and used a combination of the aforementioned animal, several species of parasitic worm, iron filings, and blood from those who were assembled at the party to achieve its effect. A sigil identical to the one found in the back cover of SCP-4716 was discovered on SCP-4716-B's front; testing has shown that fluid introduced to SCP-4716 now contributes to the creation of further pages in SCP-4716-B. Another sigil was found on the back cover, suggesting that a third volume of SCP-4716 exists. The worm-spear was found embedded in a non-anomalous, incomplete replica of SCP-140, pinning open the pages detailing Grand Karcist Ion's slave rebellion against the Daevites. Footnotes 1. A clan of Neo-Sarkics residing in England. Has little hold in the United States, though is on good terms with Adytum's Wake. 2. An amalgam of ice cream flavors, usually made up of lemon or vanilla, cherry, and 'Blue Moon' ice cream. 3. A European royal who was, at the time, facing allegations of [REDACTED]. 4. For the purposes of this test, ████ ██ ███████ was used. 5. An anomalous technological apparatus that was used to subjugate the lower classes using metallic worm-like entities that could burrow into the body and take control of the nervous system; ten of these items are in Foundation custody. 6. 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SCP-4717 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4717 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Agents are to patrol beaches that are at a high risk of developing riptides. Watchtowers disguised as civilian commodities are to be built around areas where SCP-4717-1 instances frequent. After SCP-4717-1 instances have left the area, Class-A amnestics will be provided to witnesses. A disinformation campaign has been put in place to cover the events as a PSA campaign from a Foundation front company. The PSAs are to replicate SCP-4717 events exactly, with the shooting locations to be where SCP-4717-1 instances reside. Description: SCP-4717 is an anomalous phenomon centered around the coastal areas of Australia, localized around the Eastern Coastline, stretching from Weipa, Queensland, to Melbourne, Victoria. The anomaly only activates if three certain conditions are met: The location is within 300 metres of a beach area. The location has a history of high profile drownings (specifically relating to riptides). The location features a human currently caught in a riptide event. Once these conditions are met, humanoid entities will manifest (designated SCP-4717-1), usually in a pair. SCP-4717-1 are humanoids resembling young adults in swimwear. These entities hold large signs that resemble gloved human hands, pointing either to the left or the right of the beach. Approximately 3 seconds after manifesting, they will proceed to the edge of the shoreline. After locating the person caught in the riptide, they will call out to the drowning individual, repeating the phrase: "To escape a rip, swim parallel to the beach!" If the drowning individual notices the humanoids during this time, they will automatically understand the context and the instructions given to them, regardless whether the individual can physically hear the SCP-4717-1 instances. The individual will then swim along the coastline, eventually escaping the riptide and getting to safety. After the individual is confirmed to be no longer at risk of drowning, the instances will exit the immediate area and demanifest. In all documented cases, there have been a total of eight fatalities during SCP-4717 events, despite the presence of SCP-4717-1. Addendum SCP-4717-A: During the manifestation of SCP-4717-1 instances, one humanoid noticed a Foundation agent (now designated SCP-4717-L), and fled the scene early, prompting a pursuit and capture for interrogation. The second humanoid demanifested before agents could apprehend and detain. + Interview SCP-4717-A - Close Interview 4717-A Interviewed:SCP-4717-L Interviewer: Dr.█████ <Begin Log> Dr. █████: Alright, and we are live. Just so you know, this will be transcribed and recorded live for the records, is that alright? SCP-4717-L: Oh, yeah yeah, that's fine. You're not gonna put my real name out there though, right? Dr. █████: No, your name will be censored, along with your voice. I wouldn't be able to pick you from a crowd. (Doctor █████ pulls out a notepad and places it on the table.) Dr. █████: Right, so first things first. What's your name? (SCP-4717-L hunches over and rubs his temples.) SCP-4717-L: Uhh… It's ██████████. Dr. █████: ██████████? Weird, but okay. SCP-4717-L: Hey, can you not, like, say stuff like that? It may be silly, but at least it's unique! (Dr. █████ scribbles down on his notepad.) Dr. █████: Sorry, I just haven't heard a name like that before, is it Greek? (SCP-4717-L chuckles.) SCP-4717-L: If only it was! I'm actually from Walloongoong.1 Dr. █████: Oh, really? I'm from there too. SCP-4717-L: What!? Oh fuck yeah! We got another Gong'r! (SCP-4717-L goes for a high five, which Dr. █████ reciprocates.) SCP-4717-L: Man, it's so good to see someone from my town! Dr. █████: Same here, man! But we going slightly off topic. What if we talked after this, huh? SCP-4717-L: Yeah, that would be awesome! (Dr. █████ flips a page of his notepad.) Dr. █████: To be honest, there's only one question I need to ask you. What is it that you do exactly? Like do you work for someone, or is it just you? SCP-4717-L: Oh, is that it? I can give you a few details, but the rest you'll have to talk to my manager about, he knows more than me. I'll give you his details. Can I borrow that notepad? (Doctor █████ pushes the audio tape closer, and gives his notepad to SCP-4717-L, who talks whilst writing.) SCP-4717-L: Truth is, I work for a company, Sorl's Surfing and Lifesavers' Club. And while I really want to be a lifeguard, I can't swim very well, shows what school does for ya! (SCP-4717-L laughs for a brief moment). SCP-4717-L: Oh man, I hated high school. But anyway, instead of throwing my dreams away like a fuckwit, I decided to save people another way, with signs! Now I can't tell you how they work, but I can say that they work tremendously well! I just hope I can keep my job here, it's a competitive business. (SCP-4717-L pulls out an ID card from its breast pocket and hands it to Dr. █████, along with the notepad.) SCP-4717-L: Aaaand there we are, here's my ID, in case they ask, and my managers number. Just ring him up, he’ll help you with anything you ask. You need anything else? Dr. █████: No, that's actually pretty good, thanks for this! The police should escort you out soon, I'll meet you outside. SCP-4717-L: Nice! I'll be sure to wait for you! <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4717-L demanifested after exiting the interview room. After extensive testing, the number and ID given by SCP-4717-L were proven to be falsified, as the phone company that used 04████████ had it discontinued in 1976, due to electrical problems in Southern Queensland. The ID provided was a falsified using a photo from an Australian PSA by the company █████ ████ ██████ ██████████, and the credentials were not found on all major public and private databases. [SEE ADDENDUM SCP-4717-B FOR DETAILS (21/5/2009)] Addendum SCP-4717-B: On the 21/5/20092, Dr. █████ received an unauthorized call during his shift break. The caller (now designated as SCP-4717-M) introduced them as a legal representative of Sorl's Surfing and Lifesavers' Club, and described events relating to SCP-4717-1 instances. The following is the conversation after the cell phone's automatic record function was activated. + Interview SCP-4717-B - Close Interview SCP-4717-B Interviewed: SCP-4717-M Interviewer: Dr. █████ <Begin Log> SCP-4717-M: Now you know the severe consequences that come with this, don't you? Using other people's intellectual property without a single ounce of regret or remorse? Dr. █████, this is a very serious situation we have here. Dr. █████: I know that you are clearly upset by this, but you must know that I didn't do anything. I wasn't a part of the meeting, nor did I film the ads. I merely authorized it. SCP-4717-M: Oh, stop lying Dr. █████, you were present at the shooting locations from day one! You were the one that authorized it, you were the one that was present at those locations, and you were the one that filmed these adverts, did you not!? Dr. █████: Well, yes I did, bu- SCP-4717-M: And that is exactly why I'm talking to you! You were the director, and therefore you were responsible for the broadcasting of these adverts. You knew what the consequences of infringing on the Sorl's company was, and yet you decided to go ahead and the green light it anyway! Dr. █████: No, no no no, you can't just sue us! How do you even know my name, anyway? SCP-4717-M: Oh, your name? I got it from that from the kid you held against, which is another charge that will be filed. Christ, the kid's shaken, y'know? He hasn't been at work since. (Both parties remain silent for a few seconds. A loud sigh is heard from SCP-4717-M's end.) SCP-4717-M: Look, I don't wanna do this. I don't want to have to go through all the paperwork and the fees, not to mention the fine you guys would end up dishing out afterwards. All we ask, is that you take down the adverts, and let us make our own. We promise to make them as best as we can. That will be all. Goodbye. <End Log> Closing Statement: Shortly after the call was disconnected, Dr. █████ requested the temporary discontinuation of all broadcasts pertaining to SCP-4717, which was approved. Several days later, non anomalous advertisements featuring multiple SCP-4717-1 instances were aired. Investigations into the Sorls company are currently underway. Footnotes 1. This is presumed to be Wollongong, a city in New South Wales, Australia. 2. 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SCP-4718 | safe | ▷ Show Code ◁ △ Hide Code △ @import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:wght@600;700&display=swap); /* Centered Header Sigma * [2021 Wikidot Component] * By Lt Flops (CC BY-SA 3.0) * Forked from: * Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte * Also based on: * Centered Header BHL by Woedenaz **/ /* ---- VARS ---- */ :root{ --titleColor: hsl(0, 0%, 95%); --subtitleColor: hsl(60, 62%, 85%); --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component:pride-highlighter/lgbtqp_logo.svg); } /* ---- SITE BANNER ---- */ #header, div#header{ background-image: none; } #header::before{ position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; content: ""; background-image: var(--lgurl); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto 9em; opacity: .33; } #header h1, #header h2{ float: none; margin-left: 0; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span{ /* Hide the Existing Text */ display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before{ /* Style the New Text */ font-family: "Montserrat", "Arial", sans-serif; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before{ position: relative; bottom: .15em; color: var(--titleColor); font-size: 115%; font-weight: 700; } #header h2::before{ position: relative; top: .1em; color: var(--subtitleColor); font-size: 130%; font-weight: 600; } #header h1 a::before{ /* Set the New Text's Content From Variable */ content: var(--header-title, "SCP FOUNDATION"); } #header h2::before{ content: var(--header-subtitle, "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT"); } /* ---- SEARCH ---- */ #search-top-box{ top: 1em; right: 0; } #search-top-box-form input.button{ margin-right: 0; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus{ border-radius: 0; box-shadow: none; font-size: 100%; } /* ---- TOP BAR ---- */ #top-bar{ right: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #top-bar ul li ul{ border-bottom: 1px solid hsl(0, 0%, 40%); box-shadow: none; } /* ---- LOGIN ---- */ #login-status{ top: 1.1em; right: initial; color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); } #account-topbutton{ border-color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); font-size: 100%; } /* ---- PAGE TITLE ---- */ .meta-title, #page-title{ text-align: center; } /* ---- BREADCRUMBS ---- */ .pseudocrumbs, #breadcrumbs{ text-align: center; } /* ---- MOBILE DISPLAY ---- */ @media (max-width: 767px){ #search-top-box{ top: 1.85em; width: unset; } .mobile-top-bar{ position: relative; left: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #login-status{ top: 0; right: 0; } #header .printuser{ font-size: 0; } #header .printuser img.small{ margin: 0; transform: translate(6px, 4px); } #my-account{ display: none; } #account-topbutton{ margin-left: 2px; } } Swordlover87 SCP-4718 - Unsinkable More by me! Item №: SCP-4718 Special Containment Procedures: Information suppression and alteration procedures are of particular importance to containment due to the fact that SCP-4718 has only been partially hidden from the general public. To this end, information establishing SCP-4718 as non-anomalous is to be disseminated, and the hypothesis that natural calving and melting resulted in its destruction at a point prior to the 21st century is to be perpetuated. The Foundation submarine SCPF Ymir is to patrol the area of the North Atlantic Ocean which contains SCP-4718 and enforce a 2km exclusion zone under the cover of a drilling rig operation rendering the area restricted and potentially hazardous to approach. Testing on SCP-4718-A is to be performed by voluntarily participating Level 2 Ymir crew members equipped with SCUBA suits which leave at least one extremity uncovered. Outside of testing, unprotected skin contact with SCP-4718-A is not permitted. Description: SCP-4718 is an artificial device of unknown origin, located in the North Atlantic Ocean and at rest on the seabed at a depth of 3.5 km. Externally, SCP-4718 has the appearance of a pinnacle iceberg; however, chemical testing has determined SCP-4718 to be composed primarily of a translucent silicate substance with high tensile strength and heat-absorbent properties. Six layers of this material, each with an average thickness of ~5cm, compose the exterior section of SCP-4718. An area near the base of SCP-4718 is heavily damaged by a severe planar fracture, allowing access to the interior of SCP-4718. The object is partially hollow; the majority of its inner cavity is occupied by a complex lattice of refined iron, silicon and niobium, which is engraved with indecipherable symbols. This structure is designated SCP-4718-A. SCP-4718-A is conjectured to function as a combination of an internal support system for SCP-4718, preventing the object from imploding due to the pressure of the surrounding water, and a [REDACTED]. <REMAINING DATA SEALED> <LEVEL 3/4718 CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED. LOADING...> In addition to serving as an internal support system, SCP-4718-A functions as an anomalous data bank capable of storing information in an unknown medium. It presently contains data from a similarly unknown source. Although it is evidently impossible to insert information for storage, any sapient organism is capable of accessing the data already stored in SCP-4718-A through unobstructed skin contact. This data is directly implanted in the brain, manifesting as a series of disjointed but consistent concepts, stimuli and mental images. On account of its mentally invasive nature, the experience of interfacing with SCP-4718-A often causes distress to test subjects. An interview with a subject exposed to SCP-4718-A, referred to as S-4718-7, may be found below. Interviewed: S-4718-7 Interviewer: Dr. Wilson Foreword: S-4718-7 displayed the highest level of comprehension of the concepts imparted by SCP-4718-A among his testing group, and was deemed the most suitable candidate for further research. <Begin Log> Dr. Wilson: Please describe what you experienced when you touched the object. S-4718-7: Right, uh… I saw… no, it wasn’t so much “seeing” as it was… (pauses) feeling. Or thinking, but not really thinking. Like thinking the thoughts and feeling the feelings of something that wasn’t me. Dr. Wilson: Yes, that’s consistent with the accounts of the other test subjects. What exactly do you remember feeling? S-4718-7: There was… there were a lot of feelings. But I noticed this, I don’t know, common thread. This common thread through the whole thing of… distance, and separation, but willing separation. Almost felt like I was on vacation, or a journey. Something like that. I’m not really doing it justice, the feeling of distance. I was ridiculously far from home, I think. Dr. Wilson: I assume you refer to yourself experiencing these feelings so you can relate them more easily? S-4718-7: Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. Felt like something else’s brain had gone into mine… it’s weird to remember, like I’m going through it all over again. But anyway, the next thing I remember feeling was like I was having fun. Like I was enjoying the vacation. I keep calling it that, but I don’t think that’s what it really was, it’s just… closest. There was this… vastness, everywhere. Maybe the Pacific Ocean around the thing. I don’t think there was a word for it, like it was filtered through the things I was feeling. There might not be oceans where the skip came from, or maybe they’re different. I remember feeling like I was seeing the ocean for the first time, and liking it. Dr. Wilson: So you experienced a cohesive timeline of events, then? S-4718-7: I did, yeah. Kinda like watching a movie, except I was in… no, more like the movie was in me, if that makes sense. Dr. Wilson: I understand. What did you experience next? S-4718-7: There was a while where it was just the distance, and the ocean, and not much else. It was pretty peaceful, but then I saw… man, I keep saying I saw things, but I don’t think they see like we do. It’s all feeling with them. I felt something big coming. Dr. Wilson: Something big? S-4718-7: Yeah. That’s the best way I can think to describe it. I feel like it was another human thing, but filtered through the skip’s way of seeing stuff, like the ocean. It was coming closer pretty fast, and… (Subject struggles to speak.) Dr. Wilson: Is everything alright? S-4718-7: Uh… yeah. I’m fine. The next bit was just kind of complicated and I’m not sure I got all of it. Dr. Wilson: It’s quite alright. Please continue to the best of your ability. S-4718-7: Okay. So, there was this huge… thing, bearing down on me. But I wasn’t scared at all. I had… I’m not sure. Faith, or… like, total confidence. Or both. I felt like I was unstoppable and I didn’t even need to get out of the way. I feel like there’s a word for it… it’ll come to me eventually, probably. Dr. Wilson: Go on. S-4718-7: Uh huh. So what happened after that was… probably the clearest part, and… (Subject ceases to speak, rubbing his forehead with one knuckle.) Dr. Wilson: What is the- S-4718-7: I’m fine. I’m okay, it just… it hit me right after that. Dr. Wilson: The large object? S-4718-7: Yeah. Yeah, that. It hit me and… something cracked, everything cracked. My… my mind cracked. My feelings cracked. The cold was coming in everywhere and I just… I couldn’t believe it, I couldn’t, I was unstoppable. How did it happen? I don’t get it. The vastness, the… ocean… it started hurting, because I knew I was going under it and I wouldn’t ever come up, everything started hurting. (speaking quickly) Even the distance started hurting me because I couldn’t ever go back now. It was all so… so awful. I was dying, I think. Dr. Wilson: I understand that the experience was overwhelming, but please try to stay calm. What did you experience after that? S-4718-7: The cold… it was everywhere. Everything. It became me, and… I just remember being confused as everything went away. It was supposed to be… it was supposed to be unsinkable… (sobs) Dr. Wilson: Please, try to maintain your composure. Did the experience end after that? (S-4718-7 does not respond, and continues to weep. Further inquiries are ineffectual.) <End Log> Closing Statement: It is assumed that the received information ceased after this point, as the subject did not speak further after regaining his composure and was escorted out of the interview room without incident. Available evidence strongly suggests that a collision with an oceanic object or sea vessel caused the present amount of damage to SCP-4718 and resulted in its sinking. Additionally, unusual Hume readings adjacent to and directly surrounding SCP-4718 strongly suggest that it is of extrauniversal or extradimensional origin. A photograph of SCP-4718, circa 1912. The exact significance of these conclusions is under review. |
SCP-4719 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4719 Special Containment Procedures: Site-152 personnel who encounter SCP-4719 are to document the time and place of the encounter, accept any non-threatening "gifts" that are offered, and submit these objects to Dr. Agnes for review. SCP-4719 is otherwise allowed to roam Site-152 at its leisure, in part because there has thus far been no successful attempt to contain SCP-4719. SCP-4719 does pose a tripping hazard and is considered fragile, so all on-site personnel are encouraged to be more aware of their surroundings, even in generally innocuous locations such as hallways, workstations, restrooms, and lounges. If SCP-4719 is found to be overturned, stuck, or otherwise incapacitated, personnel are allowed to right SCP-4719 onto its wheels. Personnel are also allowed to accept any "gifts" that SCP-4719 offers them. Otherwise, interactions with SCP-4719 are discouraged. Any carriages found discarded by SCP-4719 are to be turned in to Dr. Agnes. The locomotive of SCP-4719 has been fitted with a GPS linked to the local administrative servers, and will trigger a forced text alert to any on-site personnel when they are within 10 meters of SCP-4719. This alert has a unique whistling ringtone to differentiate it from other sounds. Description: SCP-4719 refers to a toy train constructed out of oak wood and held together with short steel finishing nails. Rubber bands and cotton twine are not uncommon adornments, and the locomotive and its carriage(s) are coupled together with small steel hooks. SCP-4719 may appear as just a locomotive with no carriages or a maximum observed of 20. These carriages and any cargo do not exceed the dimensions of the locomotive, which are 8 inches long, 4 inches wide, and 6 inches tall. The locomotive of SCP-4719 is capable of achieving a maximum documented speed of 10 miles per hour, although it will usually travel no faster than a typical walking pace. SCP-4719 is capable of traveling on walls, ceilings, at or below the surface of water, and other non-level surfaces. The 1 meter-long pull string attached to the bow—while usually wrapped around its chimney—is prehensile and SCP-4719 has been observed moving objects out of its path and opening doors with it. SCP-4719 will occasionally detach any carriages it is pulling, although a precise reason for this behavior has not yet been determined. The only way to induce this response is to try and pick up SCP-4719, resulting in SCP-4719 shedding excess carriages and scurrying away. [SHOW] List of known SCP-4719 carriage types [HIDE] What follows is a list of known carriages pulled by SCP-4719 and their commonality. Carriage Type Notes Gondola Common. An open carriage with short walls, often used to carry "gifts". These carriages are also known to carry gravel, lumps of coal, or remain empty. Flat Common. A flat base sometimes used to carry "gifts", but usually contains wooden logs or wooden blocks. Objects are always fastened down with either rubber bands or wool string. Sometimes pegs are in place to help keep objects in place. Passenger Common. A stylized wooden block with a flat roof and base. 2 or 3 holes are drilled cleanly through the block as windows. Tanker 1 Common. A solid octagonal prism attached to a flat base. Block Common. A solid wooden block. Chest Uncommon. A Gondola-type carriage with a removable lid. Chest-type carriages will always contain a "gift". Tanker 2 Uncommon. A Tanker-type carriage with 1 or 2 pegs in the roof, which can be removed. The prism is hollow and sometimes contains a liquid that is either pasteurized milk, crude oil, fresh water, or [REDACTED]. The contents of these carriages are not considered "gifts". Flask Extremely uncommon. An inverted trapezoid on a flat base with a removable core. The contents of the core are considered "gifts" and are often solid 6-inch cylinders of aluminum, gold, tungsten, or copper. However, they will sometimes contain more mundane objects, such as a pen or a piece of candy. Shell Extremely uncommon. Easily mistaken for a Block-type carriage, these are flat bases with a wooden shell placed over them. These will always contain a "gift". Caboose Extremely uncommon. Always found at the end of the train. Resembles a Passenger-type carriage with no windows. Artillery Only three known instances. Resembles a centrally-mounted naval turret on a flat base. The armament has an estimated caliber size of 8 millimeters and a barrel length of 40 millimeters. During the second reported instance, ████ █████████ attempted to retrieve the carriage. SCP-4719 stopped moving and aimed the turret at ████ █████████, who decided to leave SCP-4719 alone. The report filed by ████ █████████ mentions a pointed metallic projectile of some kind in the muzzle. The effectiveness of the weapon and composition of the projectile is questionable, but it has been concluded SCP-4719 should be avoided when it is pulling an Artillery-type carriage. Nuclear Flask Only one known instance. Resembles a Flask-type carriage, except the flask is made of stainless steel. A "Radioactive Material" warning symbol is believed to have been etched on the end cap, but this was mistakenly overlooked. The core was found to contain a 6-inch cylinder of Uranium-235. Site radiation monitors were not tripped until the core was removed. Unaware of the cylinder's composition, █████ █████████ returned the core to SCP-4719, and SCP-4719 was allowed to depart before proper action could be initiated. Radiation exposure was minimal and █████ █████████ was soon cleared healthy. Despite attempts to track down SCP-4719, the Nuclear Flask-type carriage was never recovered. In the future, "gifts" from non-wooden carriages should be refused. Toxin Only one known instance. Resembles a Tanker 2-type carriage with a "Biological Hazard" warning label carved into both sides of the prism. No attempts were made to open or acquire the carriage. The carriage was never seen again. Foundation Only one known instance. Resembles a Chest-type carriage with the standard Foundation logo on the lid. ████████ ███████, who encountered SCP-4719, was repeatedly offered to open the container by SCP-4719 but politely—and perhaps wisely—refused to accept. After about 5 minutes of pestering her, SCP-4719 finally gave up and went away. The carriage was sighted again later that same day, but SCP-4719 did not offer it to anyone and no attempt was made to acquire it. The carriage was never seen again. Behavior: It is not known if SCP-4719 can feel pain, but it has been known to come under distress. Observed behaviors by SCP-4719 include making a whistling "cry" when it falls on its side, violently thrashing when being restrained, and ramming personnel or objects when cornered. Being comprised almost entirely of wood and lacking any biological mechanisms such as a nervous system or digestive tract, it has been concluded sedating SCP-4719 is impossible. For this reason, along with some ethical concerns, interaction with SCP-4719 is discouraged unless it is initiated by SCP-4719 itself. SCP-4719 only initiates interactions by pulling up alongside a given individual and offering them "gifts" in the form of specific cargo in its carriage(s). Due to dimensional limitations, these "gifts" are small. They are commonly delivered on Flat-type, Gondola-type, and Chest-type carriages. How SCP-4719 acquires these "gifts" is unknown. The "gifts" themselves are usually belongings of the individual that had previously been considered lost, although they have also been commonly found to be items the individual craves or desires, and more rarely have been portent. SCP-4719 has been known to be persistent, and will sometimes encircle or nudge individuals when it has a "gift" to offer them. These actions grow more assertive with time, as SCP-4719 has escalated to wrapping its pull string around the individual's legs, "whining" at them with a whistling noise, and even attempt to climb on or over them. However, if an individual is persistent in their refusal, SCP-4719 will give up after about 5 minutes in a manner that has been described as "dejected". It is assumed what happens to refused "gifts" is the same as what happens to its carriages, although SCP-4719 has been known to sometimes offer these "gifts" to other individuals. Upon accepting a "gift", SCP-4719 will exhibit the aforementioned assertive behaviors if the wooden materials of its carriages (such as the lid in a Chest-type carriage) are not returned. However, SCP-4719 will not give up. In one experiment, SCP-4719 grew violent, attempting to strangle the gift-taker with its pull string after the lid to one of its Chest-type carriages was not returned after 7 minutes. SCP-4719 does not appear to hold grudges or have favorites, although individuals who have repeatedly interfered with SCP-4719 without its consent have stopped being offered "gifts". Individuals who have helped SCP-4719, such as righting it after it has fallen on its side, have sometimes reported SCP-4719 "briefly rubbing up against their leg like a cat" before wandering away. [SHOW] Abridged list of "gifts" offered by SCP-4719 [HIDE] What follows is a selected list of "gifts" offered by SCP-4719. Over the 12 years SCP-4719 has been at Site-152, SCP-4719 has offered 3,209 "gifts". "Gift" Notes A typical pencil, sharpened Accepted. Individual had been walking across the room to a pencil sharpener when SCP-4719 intercepted them. Two United States quarters Accepted. Individual was short on change for a vending machine in the lunch room when SCP-4719 approached them. House key Accepted. Individual had just entered the building after arriving at work to start their shift and identified this key as their own. It is not known how SCP-4719 could have acquired this "gift" as it has not been shown to leave the premises of Site-152. Wedding ring Refused. Individual was already married. Three months later, they discovered their spouse had been cheating on them. A blank postcard from San Francisco, California Accepted. Individual identified their parents lived in the city, but otherwise had no connections to the area. One hour later, they learned that their father had been in a car accident. A $50 Amazon gift card Accepted. Individual had been looking for a present for their niece's birthday but "didn't know" what to get. A vial of insulin Accepted. Individual later discovered their nine-year old child had become diabetic. SCP-2923-01 Accepted. Individual recognized the "Dr. Wondertainment" trademark on the packaging and immediately turned it in for quarantine. This is a new instance of SCP-2923-01 separate from those contained in Site-11. This incident sparked an investigation to determine if SCP-4719 was a Dr. Wondertainment product, although no connection has been found. The individual maintains no identifying marks were present on the carriage that contained SCP-2923-01. Two white pawns and one black knight chess pieces Accepted. These pieces had been missing from the west break room for the past two years. A human kidney Accepted. The human kidney was still warm and packaged in a vacuum-sealed plastic baggie. DNA analysis provided inconclusive results. The individual who received the kidney administered themselves for examination, where it was revealed one of their kidneys was in the process of failing. A transplant was performed successfully. Level-4 Foundation clearance key card Accepted. The key card belonged to the local Site-152 administrator. This is noteworthy because the administrator was reportedly in a closed meeting when the "gift" was accepted, which they had used their key card to access. After learning this, the administrator [REDACTED]. After being "yelled at", SCP-4719 became "skittish" and disappeared. GPS data shows SCP-4719 remained in its usual hiding spot for 4 days. It would be a further 12 days before SCP-4719 would offer anyone another "gift". In the interim, SCP-4719 would go out of its own way to avoid human interaction. "Bubbles" the hamster Accepted. "Bubbles" had been the childhood pet of the individual, and presumed dead for over 30 years. The individual even recalls burying the pet in their backyard. An exhumation of the grave revealed the shoe box Bubbles had been buried in, but the body was missing. Bubbles would go on to live for another year before dying of natural causes. Unlike SCP-737, SCP-4719 does not appear to "hunger" and has never been observed to consume or "absorb" materials. It also does not create its own tunnels. Instead it has been known to traverse Site-152 through the ventilation systems, between walls, down elevator shafts, and other concealed avenues. However, SCP-4719 has also exhibited the ability to vanish and reappear when not directly observed. GPS data has shown SCP-4719 spontaneously traveling as far as 150 meters, even through some classified materials designed explicitly to prevent this kind of traversal. SCP-4719 seems to use this ability when it finds itself trapped, or to enter and leave the containment chamber of SCP-████. Acquisition: The first reported sighting of SCP-4719 was 75 days following the containment of SCP-████, leading to the accepted theory that SCP-4719 is a creation of SCP-████. GPS data has shown SCP-4719 spends an inordinate amount of time in the containment chamber of SCP-████. Due to SCP-████'s special containment procedures, monitoring SCP-4719 inside this chamber is impossible. It is presumed here is where SCP-4719 acquires and discards the bulk of its carriages, although this cannot yet be proven. Similarly, what happens to these discarded carriages, and any refused gifts they may contain, is unknown. However, the existence of SCP-4719 does give some insight into the nature of SCP-████, and may be useful in allowing for more direction interaction with SCP-████. Connections between SCP-4719, SCP-████, and SCP-737 are the topic of ongoing investigations. Attempts to contain SCP-4719 have been impeded by the extent of its teleportation abilities, its apparent degree of sentience, and the ethical concerns behind causing it distress without the ability to sedate it. One experiment involved waiting for SCP-4719 to offer a "gift" to an individual, and then having that individual lure SCP-4719 into a containment chamber with constant surveillance. While successful, after 22 minutes of trying to leave the chamber, SCP-4719 began to convulse in an apparent seizure, forcing an end to the experiment. However, SCP-4719 has proven not to leave the premises of Site-152, remain not inherently threatening beyond the mild tripping hazard it presents, and is, in some circumstances, helpful to the on-site staff. These factors contribute to SCP-4719's currently relaxed containment procedures. There is currently no plan to capture SCP-4719, and it is doubtful there will ever be one. Termination of SCP-4719 is at this time deemed not necessary. This may change if SCP-4719 bears more hazardous "gifts" with greater frequency, or grows consistently hostile towards site personnel. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4719" by ThatTrafficCone, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4719. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-4720 | safe | Item Number: SCP-4720 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4720 are contained in the archival wing of the Site-38 library. SCP-4720 instances are isolated in clear, archival-safe polyethylene bags, and stored in a temperature and humidity controlled environment. Foundation information campaigns are used to educate the public on the signs of an SCP-4720-α event, and how to report such events to the Foundation. Description: SCP-4720 is a collection of 63 fiction anthology magazines published between 1914 and 19492. All magazines are printed on wood pulp paper. Examples include issues of Short Stories, Marvel Tales, Adventure, Horror Stories, Weird Tales, The Shadow, and Doc Savage. When a person carries an instance of SCP-4720 on their person, they will at some point within the next 24 hours experience a SCP-4720-α event3. An SCP-4720-α event consists of the person who is currently in direct possession of the SCP-4720 instance (SCP-4720-1) experiencing events reminiscent of exploitative and sensationalist literature. SCP-4720-α will typically begin with SCP-4720-1 being accosted by the antagonists of the event, who will attempt to attack SCP-4720-1 before being driven off by the main character. SCP-4720-1 will then join the main character and engage in the narrative. The narrative generated will be adapted to the current environment. For example, a narrative generated in a Foundation Site will typically have a horror theme. Characters in the narrative (aside from SCP-4720-1) will be humanoid entities generated by the SCP-4720-α event4. These entities act in accordance with the narrative generated and will dismiss outside-context stimulus or outright ignore it. Living characters will demanifest upon the completion of the SCP-4720-α event. The narratives generated by SCP-4720-α will typically take approximately 48 hours to complete, if followed, and span a wide variety of genres, including noir, science fiction, western, horror, and adventure. SCP-4720-α events commonly result in property damage, as well as monetary loss due to theft by the antagonists of the SCP-47205. Though SCP-4720-α events generally involve hazardous situations, SCP-4720-1 and other persons not generated by SCP-4720-α will engage in the event unharmed. Upon completion of a SCP-4720-α event, SCP-4720-1 will typically describe the experience as exhilarating, and in many cases will exhibit an increased interest in pulp magazines as a genre of media. Addendum: Incident Log-4720-2019/03/11 On 2019/03/11 an unidentified man approached the entrance to Site-38. Upon being stopped and taken into custody by security personnel, the man (henceforward POI-4720-1) claimed to have knowledge of the creation and distribution of SCP-4720. Interview Log 4720-1 Researcher Echo: This is Researcher Guy Echo, beginning interview of POI-4720-1 in regards to information concerning SCP-4720. Please state your name for the record. POI-4720-1: Douglas Ian Anderson. Researcher Echo: Now, Mr. Anderson, you approached this classified, covert Foundation Site claiming to have knowledge on the creation of SCP-4720? POI-4720-1: Yes, I did. Really wasn’t too hard, just had to ask around for where this was. Is SCP-4720 what you’re calling the mags now? Yeah, it used to be my old collection, before we made them more amusing! POI-4720-1 laughs POI-4720-1: Oh, Jerry, you old bastard. Anyways, yeah, me and a couple of the boys from my old regiment made them, oh, twenty something years ago now, back when we were in our 70s. Researcher Echo: Could you go into more specifics about the creation of SCP-4720? POI-4720-1: Ah, I couldn’t tell you the details. Jerry was the one who knew all the magic stuff, and he’s dead now. I wish I could be more helpful. I just came because I wanted to see where all the stories ended up. After I stopped hearing about things like Biggles coming out of nowhere and thwarting an assassination attempt on the president, well, I figured you guys had gotten your hands on all of them. Researcher Echo: I understand. Could you go into more detail about the reasons for the creation of SCP-4720, instead? POI-4720-1: Oh, sure. There was a movie that had just come out at the time, Pulp Fiction. I hadn’t seen it, but Bill had. He hated it! But the title got us thinking about all those stories we read in the pulp mags as a kid. Just so happened I had been collecting some of the magazines from the time for a few years, and we got to reading. It was marvelous, I remember it well. My wife came down to the basement and joined in, we really made a party of it. Felt like we were kids again. Anyways, I said it was a shame that stories like that never really happened, and Jerry was the one who suggested we do something about that. You know how that went. We played around with them for a couple weeks, being a little discreet about it. But we were old even then, so they sat in my basement for a while. Researcher Echo: And how did they enter circulation? The first reports of SCP-4720, sorry, your magazines, don’t show up until 2006. POI-4720-1: Well, my wife died that year. Jerry had died the year before. Bill two before that. I was lonely. And I felt that selling off the magazines, well, it was a good way to honor the memories of my friends, and my wife. She loved those books as much as I did growing up. Felt like a nice way to make the world a little more fun. So I got my son to help me list them on that web thing, and sold them off in lots. Wanted as many people as possible to get them. Get people to see what their grandparents read and imagined as kids. Researcher Echo: You do understand how irresponsible that was? While the events don’t hurt anyone they disrupt the- POI-4720-1 cuts off Researcher Echo POI-4720-1: Look, Guy. I understand it’s your job to keep this stuff under lock and key, and I understand why you do it. But can you really get mad at an old man who just wanted to bring a little magic into the world? Following the interview, POI-4720-1’s health rapidly deteriorated, and they passed away on 2019/03/14. An autopsy revealed the cause of death to be late-stage brain cancer. POI-4720-1’s remains were released to their family under cover story. Footnotes 1. As of 2019/01/15, SCP-4720 has been reclassified as safe due to three total years without reports of SCP-4720-α events. It is assumed all instances of SCP-4720 are contained or otherwise out of circulation. 2. Commonly referred to as “pulp mags”. 3. Assuming they do not remove the instance from their person within that timeframe. 4. In roughly 42% of known SCP-4720-α events an existing character was used in the narrative. Common characters include The Shadow, John Carter, Zorro, Doc Savage, and Biggles 5. Foundation data analysts have found that funds confiscated by an SCP-4720-α event will be donated anonymously to a WW2 veterans charity. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4720" by Gekkoguy, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4720. 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-4721 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4721 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4721 is to reside in a Standard Humanoid Containment Cell until further notice. The entity is permitted to attend weekly Greek lessons with the goal of facilitating communication. SCP-4721 is allowed access to mathematical resources and learning materials on request, contingent on good behavior. Description: SCP-4721 is an anachronistic middle-aged male human who identifies himself as Euclid1. The entity possesses considerable skill in geometry and mathematical construction. SCP-4721 is fluent in Ancient Greek, permitting a rudimentary dialogue to form between the entity and Modern Greek speakers. SCP-4721 was discovered near the Bibliotheca Alexandria, a national library located in Alexandria, Egypt. Temporal analysis indicates SCP-4721 originated from before the activation of the first Abrahamic eigenweapon, approximately 2,000 years ago. No further anomalous properties have been observed; the investigation into the cause of the entity’s temporal displacement is ongoing. The identity of SCP-4721 was suspected after Dr. Krain, the first researcher to initiate contact, recognized that the entity was attempting to communicate through repeatedly tapping the first four prime numbers. Footnotes 1. Author of mathematical textbook Elements and considered the father of geometry. Addendum 4721-1: Following the initial containment of SCP-4721, Dr. Krain requested an interview to assist the entity in adjusting to captivity. A partial transcript is shown below. Interviewed: SCP-4721 Interviewer: Dr. Connor Krain Foreword: Interview assisted by a translator in real time; all statements transcribed in English. <Begin Log> Dr. Krain: Hello there. My name is Dr. Krain, and I’ll be helping you acclimate to this facility. And you are? SCP-4721: I’m Euclid, a mathematician from Alexandria… Where am I, exactly? Nothing seems the least bit familiar. Dr. Krain: It’s… complicated to explain. You’re a long time away from when you last remember. For safety reasons, you’ll be required to stay in this cell. SCP-4721: What do you mean, “a long time away”? Dr. Krain: Euclid, you’ve somehow found yourself over two-thousand years in the future. SCP-4721 remains silent for approximately thirty seconds SCP-4721: And I can’t get back to my time? Dr. Krain: No, unfortunately. We don’t know how to do that. SCP-4721: This… this doesn’t make any sense. I was walking to the library, and, next thing I know, I’m somewhere completely unfamiliar, surrounded by strangers in unusual clothing. Dr. Krain: We don’t know how this happened either, but you’ll be required to live here from now on. SCP-4721: I can’t leave? Ever? Dr. Krain: Well, you see, a lot of things have changed, and you would have trouble fitting in, especially since your native tongue isn’t spoken anymore. As such, we feel it is better for everyone if you stay here. SCP-4721: And do what? Rot away for the rest of my days? Dr. Krain: Not quite. You would have access to a variety of different activities. Writing, reading… mathematics. SCP-4721: Mathematics? Dr. Krain: Of course. You are in the future, after all. I’m sure you would be interested in seeing where the field has gone after all this time. SCP-4721: Did… was my life’s work influential? Did anything ever come of it? Dr. Krain: Euclid, I think you’ll find that your work grew into the backbone of an entire branch of mathematics, which has produced countless results and sprouted new areas of study you couldn’t even imagine. SCP-4721: And… I’ll be able to work and learn on this from in here? Dr. Krain: As long as you follow our directions, you would be allowed access to all the mathematics you’d like. SCP-4721: That’s spectacular! Where do I even start? I can’t fathom the developments that have occurred since my time. Dr. Krain: I’m glad you’re so excited. First, you should start with understanding what’s changed about the fundamentals. Have you ever heard of the number zero? <End Log> After this interview, SCP-4721 proceeded to indulge himself in mathematical literature of varying complexity. In the months afterwards, he eventually settled into a pattern of reading and studying, beginning with learning symbolic representation and its application to arithmetic. Addendum 4721-2: Following over two years in containment, SCP-4721 grew notably unmotivated and distressed in any form of mathematics, despite having progressed through elementary algebra relatively well. This sudden change in behavior prompted an interview on May 27th, 2019. Interviewed: SCP-4721 Interviewer: Dr. Connor Krain Foreword: Interview assisted by a translator in real time; all statements transcribed in English. <Begin Log> Dr. Krain: Hello, Euclid. How are you today? SCP-4721: Greetings, Doctor. I’m… alright. Dr. Krain: I notice that you haven’t picked up a book all week. SCP-4721: I’ve been… busy. Why do you ask? Dr. Krain: Well, ever since you first learnt about all the mathematics that’s been discovered since your time, you’ve constantly had your nose deep in a book. That is, before this year, when your checkout rates slowed to a halt. I was just asking if there was a particular reason why? SCP-4721 pauses before answering SCP-4721: I just… I don’t desire to do so, anymore. Dr. Krain: Do you want to talk about it? SCP-4721: I suppose it’s inevitable. Might as well. Dr. Krain: Go ahead. SCP-4721: Well, I’m growing older. I’m not as agile as I used to be, and ideas don’t come to me as quickly as they used to. Dr. Krain: You’ve been struggling? SCP-4721: Not just that. Struggling implies I have a chance. I feel like I’m completely overwhelmed by the amount of mathematics I have yet to and will never learn. Dr. Krain: It’s a big field, and you have a lot to catch up on. You can’t take that personally. SCP-4721: It’s just… before, I used to be leading the charge. I was discovering the patterns of prime numbers; I was formalizing the postulates of geometry. And now, I’m struggling with problems even children easily surpass. Dr. Krain: You have to realize the paradigm shift between your time and ours. So much has been developed over two millennia that the best anyone can hope for nowadays is to specialize in one particular area. SCP-4721: But that’s the thing: I’m not even good enough to specialize in the field I founded! My work has been built on and expanded upon so much that it has become intertwined and inseparable from areas of math I haven’t even heard of! I’ve been left behind without the tools or ability to get back, nor the time or resilience to acquire such. Dr. Krain: And this has been upsetting you so much so as to disrupt your daily life? SCP-4721: It’s… I have nothing to do in this stone prison other than math, and every time I do so I encounter nothing but frustration and disappointment. Dr. Krain: Well, I could look into other activities that you could- SCP-4721: No, that wouldn’t solve it. I’m past my prime, and I just wish I could forget all about mathematics. My intellect can serve it no more. Dr. Krain: You… want to forget it? All of it, even the geometry you discovered? SCP-4721: I wish I could just forget everything and escape this numerical torment. But alas, it seems I am doomed to spend the rest of my years in this torturous cave. Dr. Krain: Actually, I may be able to help with that. Let me call in a few favors. <End Log> Addendum 4721-3: On June 21st, 2019, after a two-week long deliberation, the O5 Council voted 6-6-1 on the issue of releasing SCP-4721. As a result of this deadlock, the decision advanced to the Ethics Committee, which unanimously passed the motion to fully amnesticize SCP-4721 and release and reintegrate him into society. This was motivated by the lack of additional anomalous properties of SCP-4721 besides his anachronistic nature, and the mental distress brought upon him through containment. Upon the completion of the procedure, SCP-4721 is to be reclassified as neutralized. To ensure no anomalies develop as a result of the operation, Euclid shall be monitored at all times for the rest of his natural life. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4721" by GrimmCreeper, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4721. 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-4722 | keter | A walkway affected by SCP-4722. Item #: SCP-4722 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers are to monitor the internet for news reports, personal blog posts, and forum discussions involving manifestations of SCP-4722. Should a location associated with SCP-4722 occurrences be identified and confirmed by Foundation personnel, deterrents are to be gradually introduced to the area to dissuade passersby from traveling the nearby pathways on foot at high speed. Disinformation responses are to be released following any reports from individuals who have encountered an SCP-4722 location; the claims are to be dismissed as part of a popular urban hoax. Any mentions of a "Professor Faymaren" (tentatively designated PoI-4722, along with associated alternate spellings) are to be investigated, to facilitate the identification and detainment of the presumably anomalous individual using the name(s). Experimentation involving an SCP-4722 location requires permission from the Site Director or a Level-4 personnel member present at the nearest Foundation facility. Description: SCP-4722 is a phenomenon that manifests on unpaved walkways made over time by human foot traffic1. Based on gathered reports, it is currently believed that SCP-4722 manifestations are primarily localized to England and France. When a human travels over such a walkway on foot at a relatively quick pace (taking into account physique and potential encumbrance due to items being carried), SCP-4722 will cause the following to occur: White down feathers will manifest at the soles of the individual’s feet or footwear, and trail behind them until they reach the end of the pathway. (If not picked up immediately, the feathers will disappear.) Standing or slower-moving individuals on the pathway will move aside to let the individual pass. If the individual drops something they are carrying, the item will briefly remain hovering in place. The individual’s clothing will take on a luminescent sheen. This effect persists for up to 12 minutes, and causes clothing to repel water in the event of rain or snow. Upon reaching the halfway point of the pathway, the individual will hear an unidentified crowd chanting motivational lines to them, including phrases "We believe in you!" and "You can do it!" (Pending confirmation) after leaving the pathway, the individual will reach their intended destination without any interruptions, including those caused by traffic, illness (e.g., needing to blow one’s nose), and need to use restrooms. It has been observed that SCP-4722 will not manifest for all individuals. Foundation-monitored experiments have indicated that the following personal history factors tend to be associated with a failure to activate SCP-4722: Individual’s family was financially secure and provided for them for the majority of their juvenile and adolescent life. Individual has a strong emotional support system. Individual has not experienced many major life-changing negative events (e.g., loss of a parent, eviction). Individual’s stress levels are low (compared to those of other test subjects). Individual scores high on neuroticism scales and/or possesses a fairly negative worldview. SCP-4722’s first noted manifestation occurred at the University of Cambridge, following a hit-and-run incident that left undergraduate student ██████ ████ unable to attend classes and her part-time job. The student was later interviewed by campus staff about her experience, and stated that she received counseling from an elderly benefactress named "Professor Faymaren" (PoI-4722)2 who encouraged Miss ████ to continue with her dreams despite the hardships she currently faced, and introduced her to the pathway later confirmed to be affected by SCP-4722. Foundation records indicate that the student later successfully applied for and received financial aid from a philanthropic society, completed her education, secured employment as a well-respected teacher, and married the headmaster of a neighboring school. Foundation surveillance was eventually withdrawn six months following the individual’s wedding,3 which was held on the university grounds near the SCP-4722-affected pathway (as the couple stated that was the location where they first met). Before Foundation intervention, Miss ████ had also encouraged coworkers and students to traverse the pathway that had "brought her good luck". Investigations are ongoing; gathered data thus far indicates that approximately 80% of interviewed individuals who went out of their way to travel over the SCP-4722-affected pathway found their lives changed in sudden events4 that they were "surprised by, but eternally grateful for". Professor Faymaren was cited frequently as the recurring benefactress; other name variations mentioned by interviewees included "Faemeren", and "F. Marraine". Thus far, all Foundation attempts to locate the alleged benefactress(es) have failed. Addendum SCP-4722-1: On 07/03/2012, the SCP-4722 research team conducted an experiment involving former MTF agent █████ ████████ (of Esoteric MTF Team █████-█), who due to myotonic muscular dystrophy is unable to walk unassisted and as such entered an early retirement. Agent ████████ was asked to travel the length of an SCP-4722-affected pathway using his mechanized wheelchair. The agent's service dog was allowed to follow; it was noted that white down feathers manifested for both the individual and his dog (who had been a shelter rescue, prior to adoption by the MTF agent as a therapy animal). Both individuals later received a package in the mail with no return address, containing a first-edition illustrated book of fairy tales and a tin of homemade dog treats. The items were determined to be non-anomalous, though the book was identified by Agent ████████ as being identical to a copy he had lost as a child, during a cross-country move necessitated by his father's change in employment. Both items were released to the custody of Agent ████████ and his service dog. At this time, the SCP-4722 research team is accepting volunteers for further test subjects. Footnotes 1. Colloquially referred to as "desire paths". 2. No professor with that name has been employed by any of the surrounding colleges. 3. No "Professor Faymaren" was noted to be present at any commemorative events associated with the student. 4. Including referrals for membership into prestigious societies, pre-arranged lessons for artistic training, wardrobe donations for work interviews, and lengthy spa packages. |
SCP-4723 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4723 Level 2/4723 Classified Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4723 instances are to be contained in a large containment chamber at Site-409. Standard amenities will be provided, but additional furniture may be requested at the discretion of the lead researcher. SCP-4723-A, against common procedure, will be contained in the same chamber as the aforementioned SCP-4723 instances. STF Koppa-23 ("Jungle Boogie") is to be assigned to cleanup duty of the SCP-4723 instances. Description: SCP-4723 is the designation for six domesticated Felis catus housepets. When directly viewed by any human being, the SCP-4723 instances will appear to be human males in business suits. However, this effect is not present with 64-year-old Marianne Baker (designated SCP-4723-A), the owner of the SCP-4723 instances. The SCP-4723 instances refer to themselves as humans and identify themselves by name; they also have refused to speak to Foundation personnel, claiming "Ma Baker didn't raise us to be snitches." Through cross-testing with SCP-4723-A and monitored conversations between the SCP-4723 instances, an identity chart has been compiled between breed and identified names. DESIGNATION BREED IDENTFIES AS 4723-1 Persian Longhair Lawrence Nimitz 4723-2 Russian Blue Alexei Tzyosorov 4723-3 Somali Cat Jim Scott 4723-4 American Wirehair Harry Coydell 4723-5 Turkish Van David Gafver 4723-6 Siamese Cat Adlai Williams Item History: SCP-4723 was discovered on 3/28/2019 when the instances robbed the Nash County Bank. According to eyewitness testimony, the instances arrived - armed with compact handguns and explosives - and proceeded to threaten the employees into handing them the bank's money reserves. A bank guard fired his weapon at the instances, and despite multiple witness accounts that he was aiming directly at the group, all of his shots hit the wall behind them. He then attempted to jump and tackle one of the instances, which resulted in him phasing through the illusion and knocking himself out. This phasing was witnessed again after one of the instances walked under a waist-high swing door. After coercing the bank manager to open the vault, the instances proceeded to place approximately $570,000 in several burlap bags and left, leaving behind their weapons and a "calling card" at the scene. The card has been transcribed below for access. yuo're moneyy is gone - the cklowdr After investigators reviewed the security cameras and discovered footage of housecats with handguns in their mouths in contrast to the witness reports, the Foundation was notified. Through bill number tracing and CC footage of other neighboring stores, SCP-4723 was traced to the residence of SCP-4723-A - a known film collector and former convict1 - on 4/4. During the subsequent Foundation apprehension, the anomalous properties of the SCP-4723 instances were discovered. Addendum 01: Initial Containment Monitoring Log « View Log » » Hide Log « <The SCP-4723 instances are silent for approx. 10 minutes.> 4723-3: When do you think we'll get a lawyer? 4723-5: Police stations are a lot fuckin different than in the movies. 4723-2: I told you it would be like how it happened for the dogs. 4723-1: Oh, shut up, all of you. They're probably recording us right now. 4723-6: You want us to can it? You're the one who came up with the fucking country codenames, smartass. 4723-3: When do you think they'll let us out? 4723-6: What are you, huh, cracking like an egg? Got a little yolk spilling out? 4723-4: All this bickering is getting us nowhere. We're supposed to be professionals. 4723-2: You four is like little birds, picking at one piece of bread. Very unprofessional, da. 4723-6: Look at you two, so high and mighty. You two have always been Ma's favorite. 4723-4: The fuck you mean? All you do is sit on your fucking ass, getting fat and eating that expensive-as-fuck Fancy Feast shit. It's not like you do anything to be liked for. 4723-6: I'm going to put my claws up your balls if you keep fucking talking. 4723-3: Oh, guys, come on, we don't need to fi- 4723-4: Shut up. 4723-6: Fuck off, pussy. 4723-5: Can it, fucker. 4723-2: I want to see fight. After all, if he puts claws up his balls, he will not have any voice to scream once I turn him inside out. <Instances -6 and -2 start to fight. -3 moves to the corner of the chamber.> 4723-5: You assholes were going to start without me? <-5 joins in the fight, attacking both -6 and -2. -4 joins -3 in the corner.> <-1 looks back between the fight and the corner, before jumping in the fight.> 4723-4: Fuckin' idiots. Security personnel entered the chamber to stop the fight; however, it took several minutes for personnel to find the instances as they repeatedly misjudged where the instances were located. Although instances -1, -2, -5, and -6 received minor lacerations, none received any major injuries. Assignment of SCP-4723 instances to personal containment chambers is pending. Footnotes 1. Charged for two counts of armed robbery. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4723" by JackalRelated, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4723. 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SCP-4724 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-4724 Special Containment Procedures: Following its destruction in 1977, SCP-4724 is no longer anomalous and no longer requires containment. The remaining organic matter is stored in Site-84. The property belonging to POI-7484 has been bought by a Foundation front company. Deceased SCP-4724-A instances are to be kept within cold storage at Site-93. Various rumors about SCP-4724 have persisted in the local community since the early 1980s, largely due to inadequate methods of information suppression at the time. Misinformation campaigns are to be utilized to label SCP-4724's existence as folklore. Description: SCP-4724 was a farmhouse located in Arkansas, owned by a Leonora Schumaker and Samantha Bail. Every two hours, a humanoid entity designated SCP-4724-A would emerge from the house and wander the property. SCP-4724-A instances were approximately 2 meters in height, and had disproportionately large heads; they also manifested a wide range of congenital defects of varying degrees of survivability, including scoliosis, acromegaly, syndactyly, harlequin-type ichthyosis, holoprosencephaly, anencephaly, and gastroschisis. All instances were ambulatory, albeit to varying degrees. Discovery: The Foundation was notified of SCP-4724's existence by several keywords used in a 911 call on June 5th, 1977. After several instances left the property and caused traffic accidents, local ranchers and veterinarians went to the farm, where they intercepted, baptized, and euthanized new instances as they emerged. The group dispersed upon the arrival of MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots"). During a sweep of the house, an MTF member accidentally disturbed an oil lantern, which fell onto the floor and ignited the curtains, quickly spreading to the rest of the house. Further recovery teams were scrambled, but attempts to save SCP-4724 were hampered by uncooperative weather and the spread of fire to a nearby corn field. No further SCP-4724-A instances emerged from the house after the fire had been extinguished. Fourteen extant SCP-4724-A instances were recovered, but all expired within a month due to congenital defects, strokes, and lack of proper digestive tracts. Leonora Schumaker, now designated POI-7484, fled before the arrival of the MTF. Efforts to locate and detain her are underway. SCP-4724 designated Neutralized. Update 06/12/1977: Following Foundation acquisition of the property, personnel began to clear the rubble from the area, cataloging recovered items and transporting them to Site-84 for storage. A safe was recovered in the remains of the bedroom, which contained banking information and numerous rejected applications to local and national adoption agencies. After several days of labor, personnel uncovered the root cellar of the house. The root cellar was untouched by the fire but was slightly altered, seemingly prior to the incident. Menstrual fluid seeped from the cellar walls with no apparent source, though production ceased three weeks after discovery. The floor was covered in an organic mat with carnomantic runes woven into it; analysis of the mat revealed that it was made of embryonic stem cells. At the time of its discovery, the mat had already begun to decay. Image of Leonora Schumaker (left) and Samantha Bail (right), found in a discarded locket within the cellar of SCP-4724. An anatomical mass vaguely resembling a human female was embedded on the northernmost wall. The figure possessed a grossly swollen torso, along with large tumorous growths anchoring it to the ground and wall. Numerous crude carnomantic symbols were painted on the entity, particularly on its breasts and navel. An engagement ring was located on the entity's left ring finger, rendering the finger necrotic due to swelling and lack of blood flow. The entity appeared to have expired due to smoke-induced asphyxiation several days before Foundation recovery. The parietal bone was noticeably absent from the entity's skull, as well as the brain. The remaining cadaver, designated SCP-4724-N, was removed from the cellar and placed in cold storage within Site-84. Update 06/05/1981: A lone individual, later identified as POI-7484, breached Site-84, incapacitating the gate guards and disabling automated containment protocols. Reinforcements from the barracks were issued, but were blocked from entering the main corridor by several large tumorous growths. Security cameras recorded the event, though no audio is present due to technical errors. <Begin Log> 14:14: POI-7484 exits the elevator into Sub-Basement C, possessing a backpack and a large canister clipped to her belt. A junior researcher spots them, and attempts to reach for a stun gun. POI-7484's arm loses rigidity and elongates rapidly. She whips her arm around her head, and then towards the researcher, the arm detaching and wrapping around him, pinning his arms to his torso. 14:15: POI-7484 approaches the freezer in which SCP-4724-N is held; POI-7484's arm has by this point fully regenerated. POI-7484 looks through the door window and quickly turns away. 14:17: POI-7484 approaches the junior researcher. She searches through his pockets, finding his keycard. She smiles and pats him on the head. 14:18: The woman returns to the freezer, opening the door with the keycard. She approaches SCP-4724-N, unhooking the canister and placing it on SCP-4724-N's gurney. 14:19: POI-7484 withdraws a knife from her backpack and slashes her wrist. She uses the blood to paint a large hexagram around the gurney, connected to numerous other smaller sigils. The quantity of blood utilized is larger than normally found in a typical human. 14:27: POI-7484 finishes creating the sigils, and unscrews the lid of the canister. She inserts her hands into the container, and carefully extracts a brain from the liquid contents. She then inserts the brain into SCP-4724's cranial cavity. 14:30: POI-7484 checks her watch and hurries to the foot of the gurney, where she kneels down and places her hands upon the sigil. After a few moments, a severe distortion is visible around SCP-4724-N, and a bright flash of light overloads the cameras for ten seconds. 14:31: The woman stands up, examining SCP-4724-N, which is now in the form of a nude female, extraneous flesh sloughing off of her body. The entity begins to shake violently, before snapping open her eyes and sitting up, hyperventilating. POI-7484 soothes the entity, stroking her back as she steadies her breathing. SCP-4724-N looks at POI-7484, and flings her arms around her. She and POI-7484 kiss. They enter the elevator and leave Site-93. <End Log> Proposal to reclassify SCP-4724 to Euclid is pending. |
SCP-4725 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4725 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4725 is to be stored in a standard humanoid containment chamber. SCP-4725 does not need any form of sustenance or oxygen, but must be regularly inspected for damages and taken for necessary repairs. SCP-4725's dopamine limiter is to be monitored and dopamine inhibitors will be forcefully administered if necessary. Description: SCP-4725 is a modified Buteo Series Mechanical Exoskeleton currently taking on the form of former Foundation Ethics Committee employee and Chaos Insurgency Agent, Carter Cornell. Externally, SCP-4725 is nearly identical to a standard Buteo Series Mechanical Exoskeleton with the exception of various thaumaturgic runes etched into its cranial section. Upon opening the cranial section, SCP-4725 appears to not have a brain to pilot it despite it displaying sentience and sapience. Further investigation has shown that any brain that is inserted into the cranial section of SCP-4725 will condense into a microscopic state, making it unable to be removed and allowing room for further brains to be inserted. Any brain that is inserted into SCP-4725 may be brought forth to pilot it at its will. As of 9/28/2130, there are 78 confirmed brains stored in SCP-4725. There is no known limit to the number of brains that can exist within it. Addendum 4725-01, Interview 4725-04: On 9/28/2130, SCP-4725 requested an interview with Ethics Committee employee Dr. Violet Mesmur. After vetting both SCP-4725 and Dr. Mesmur on intention of said interview, it was approved. Access Interview 4725-04 Close Interview 4725-04 <Begin Log> Dr. Mesmur enters SCP-4725's cell. SCP-4725 scowls at her. Dr. Mesmur: Not exactly a friendly reunion. SCP-4725: You don't deserve it. Dr. Mesmur sits across from SCP-4725. Dr. Mesmur: Then what, pray tell, am I even doing here, SCP-4725? If we're not going to be civil I may as well just leave right away. SCP-4725: Because I wanted to make a point to you, doctor. I wanted to make a point of what we as a society can do for humanity. What we should have done from our position in the Foundation. Dr. Mesmur: If you're trying to preach that what I'm doing - what we did was wrong - then stop. You'd only make me laugh, and I'd rather not overload my limiter, thank you very much. Just get to what you wanted to say. SCP-4725: Oh, are you busy? So sorry, I didn't mean to do anything to inconvenience you. I'm sure you have to get back to cleaning all the messes we let happen. Dr. Mesmur: I do have to get back to that, actually. Though, I'm surprised that you're acting like we didn't collectively choose that option. SCP-4725: No. You're wrong. I'm well, well aware of what I did. And I'm… Well… At least I did something to keep making things better instead of accepting the garbage we had. Dr. Mesmur groans and moves to get up out of her seat. Dr. Mesmur: Christ almighty. I already said I wasn't going to listen to any rhetoric. Ugh, this was a waste of time to even- SCP-4725: Twelve million, four hundred and ninety-six thousand, eight hundred and six people, Dr. Mesmur. Silence. SCP-4725: That's the number of people we fucked over by body snatching and by Hypno. Sure, it's a drop in the bucket compared to the, what, now 15 billion people on this planet, but they're all humans, god damn it. And that's not even counting all of the lives that are going in these suits. Dr. Mesmur: That's less than 0.1 percent of the human population. SCP-4725 leans forward. SCP-4725: It's easier to think of it like that, isn't it? But how does "Twelve times the population of Montana" sound? How does "78 percent of the victims of bootleg Hypnotraline side effects are impoverished or elderly" sound? Dr. Mesmur: It sounds like you're trying to get a rise out of me, SCP-4725. SCP-4725: I'm not doing anything but telling you the facts. You should be outraged at those numbers! You're on the goddamn Ethics Committee! SCP-4725 slams its fist against the table. SCP-4725: You're letting innocent people suffer because you dove through the garbage you were given instead of doing something. Because you're either too lazy or too apathetic. Dr. Mesmur: What, and you are? Is that what you think you're doing with all of those brains inside your head, Cornell? Dr. Mesmur opens her mouth to correct herself but stops. SCP-4725 chuckles smugly. SCP-4725: Yes. That's exactly what this is. The entire human population can be condensed down into this one suit if they so choose. People can be dead in here. No dreams, no nightmares, no nothing. Imagine what it would be like if we mass-produced these instead of the sadness cans, Violet. SCP-4725 gestures to his body. Dr. Mesmur: You're still awake. You can wake anyone else up in there. They won't really be dead, just in storage. SCP-4725: It's sure as hell better than the alternative. Dr. Mesmur: At least people get a choice when it comes to living right now. SCP-4725 glares again. Dr. Mesmur sighs. Dr. Mesmur: Well, I hope you got all of that out of your system. You were a bother before you defected, and I'm disappointed to see that the Insurgency only fueled your insistence to be right. SCP-4725 slumps back in its chair. SCP-4725: You're ruining the one good thing that we can do for society. Dr. Mesmur: Believe what you want, I'm not going to let a few bumps in the road stop me from finding a solution for everyone. SCP-4725: Bumps in the road let you know you're going the wrong direction. <End Log> Addendum 4725-02: On 10/03/2130, an organized raid by the Chaos Insurgency took place with the assumed intention to extract SCP-4725. The raid was prevented with few injuries and damage to the facility, however one Agent recovered the following note, believed to have been left behind by one of the Chaos Insurgency Agents. Access Note File Close Note File Humanity must die Eat Your Greenes End of Death The Doctor's Dilemma ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4725" by OthellotheCat, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4725. 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-4726 | euclid | SCP-4726 confronting local law enforcement officers upon discovery. Item #: SCP-4726 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4726 is contained in a humanoid containment chamber with direct access to a shower. SCP-4726-1 may be collected as necessary and is stored in Site-17's Chemical Laboratory. Consumption of SCP-4726-1 is currently permitted but discouraged. Description: SCP-4726 is a tall, obese human male of Hispanic descent. The subject has been diagnosed with hyperhidrosis.1 SCP-4726 secretes an opaque liquid substance (hereafter referred to as SCP-4726-1) at a rate of 1.4 liters per hour. The chemical composition of SCP-4726-1 consists of caffeine, sugar, taurine, and other folic acids. Consumption of SCP-4726-1 influences the neurotransmitters for norepinephrine, dopamine, and acetylcholine in a similar process as non-anomalous caffeinated beverages. Consuming large quantities of SCP-4726-1 (typically over 2 liters within 24 hours) has resulted in arrhythmia, hypertension, and in extreme cases, cardiac arrest. Addendum.4726.01: On the 22nd of April, 2019, SCP-4726 informed personnel it had become aware of a secondary property of SCP-4726-1. This property manifests upon excessive consumption of specific foods. A list of known flavors and their requisite foods was provided by SCP-4726 and is listed below. FOOD ITEM FLAVOR PRODUCED Foundation Standard Meal 23-A Limeade Foundation Standard Meal 19-D Pink Lemonade M&M King Size Packet2 (x2) Orangeade Maruchan Cheddar Cheese Flavor Yakisoba3 (x1) Root Beer Nutraloaf4 Mango Peach Tea Toenails5 Mountain Dew Baja Blast Footnotes 1. A condition causing abnormally excessive sweating involving the extremities, underarms, and face, usually unrelated to body temperature or exercise. 2. SCP-4726 was not provided with M&Ms during containment. 3. SCP-4726 was not provided with instant noodles during containment. 4. SCP-4726 was provided Nutraloaf as punishment for bribing guards to provide it with commodity foods from the site commissary. 5. SCP-4726 was not provided with toenails during containment. More From This Author More From This Author Uncle Nicolini's Works SCPs SCP-5148 • SCP-1841 • SCP-6467 • SCP-7724 • SCP-1542 • SCP-7573 • SCP-4934 • SCP-4046 • SCP-3297 • Abraka David's Proposal • SCP-4026 • SCP-ES-113 • SCP-ES-227 • SCP-MYSTERY-J • SCP-8726 • Tales/GoI Formats ASSET 'FLORIDA ORANGE' • Surprise! Happy Birthday! Just as the clock strikes midnight... • Adoption Poster: Bandit! • Life Insurance Policy • A Tale Of Petty Revenge • Borne on the FM Waves of the Heart • (Too) Late Registration • Square your shoulders, lift your pack, and leave your friends and go. • Shape Shift With Me • SPC-446 • Tactical Theology Disciplinary Meeting for Diana Ribiero • Halloween Anthology In Boring 2021 • July 26th ETTRA Emergency Meeting • Fanfa • Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Orientation • Other Sciptember 2022 Art Highlights • uncle nicolini author page • Ode To The Unknown Author • |
SCP-4727 | safe | SCP-4727. Briefcase manifested by SCP-4727 user. Item #: SCP-4727 Special Containment Procedures: Item is kept in a secure locker at Site-73. Testing requires permission from current research head. Repeat experimentation with the same subject requires additional Ethics Committee approval. Description: SCP-4727 is a Star Model BM pistol manufactured in 1985. Falling asleep while holding the pistol's grip induces dreams of a consistent nature involving chasing down, cornering, and killing some kind of person or creature. Should the actions undertaken in the dream be successful, the dreamer will awake with a metal briefcase in their other hand. The briefcase invariably contains an item of value to the pistol's user. It cannot be opened by anyone other than the user, whose name will be inscribed on the briefcase's top, followed by the phrase "Chase your dreams." The pistol's anomalous effect can only be triggered once. Attempting to trigger this effect more than once is highly disrecommended. Appendix A: Object history User Dream experienced Object obtained Remarks Antonio Inez, 18-year-old entrepreneur in El Paso, TX. Unknown (Theorised) An electronic storage device containing the source code for a machine-learning-based food delivery service. Inez rose to prominence as a notorious "one-man startup" following the release of his company's trademark app, Gobblr. He was later found dead in his house following what appeared to be a violent break-in. The pistol, along with an empty briefcase, was recovered from his possession by officers of the El Paso PD. Ronald Rogers, 26-year-old police detective in El Paso, TX. In a session with his therapist on 17/05/2017, Rogers once reported a dream in which he chased down a human-sized police corporal badge, cornering it in a dark alley and brutally beating it with his bare hands.1 (Theorised) A note detailing plans to break into and burgle the home of Antonio Inez, bearing the fingerprints of Cornelius Lin, the CEO of another El Paso-based food-delivery startup. Rogers was later credited as providing the vital evidence needed to arrest Lin, receiving promotion to police corporal for his efforts. Krystelle-Lynn "Chastity" Thomas, 20-year-old sex worker in El Paso, TX. Thomas' extensive online blog detailing her experiences with various mind-altering substances contains a description of a dream dated 20/05/2017, in which she wakes up in the body of a "bold, black man" who follows a delivery boy into an abandoned warehouse, then shoots him with a shotgun. The wallet of her alleged lover, police corporal Ronald Rogers, containing $27.40 in cash, a driver's license, and a strip of paper with a phone number written on it in lipstick. On the night of 20/05/2017, Thomas broke into the home of police corporal Ronald Rogers and killed him with two shots to the head using SCP-4727's non-anomalous pistol function. Police officers responding to the scene were fired upon by Thomas, who managed to wound an officer before being fatally shot in the chest. Appendix B: Foundation investigation The item came to the attention of the Foundation when the three briefcases of identical make were found at the residences of Antonio Inez, Ronald Rogers, and Krystelle-Lynn Thomas. Embedded Foundation agents clandestinely secured the item after its significance was suspected. Its anomalous properties were confirmed during testing when experimental subject D-961006 produced a briefcase with her name on it, containing one Foundation standard-issue [REDACTED]. The opening was sealed by on-site technicians and D-961006 was terminated by site security. Item was designated SCP-4727 and allocated further resources for testing. Footnotes 1. This was noted by his therapist as an improvement over Roger's usual dreams of chasing down and beating up unarmed Hispanic children. |
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Reading time: ~15 min. ⌛️) A Special thanks to S D Locke for creating the regal image of SCP-4728! Or, you can just visit my Very Cool Author Page^^TM^^ to peruse all several of the other articles I’ve written! 95.35% (+41) 4.65% (-2) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 4728 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-4728, or "God-King Solomon Anders I of Grand Aquasia," as it refers to itself. Special Containment Procedures: The local woodlands immediately surrounding SCP-4728-A have been acquired under Provisional Area 4728 and fenced off to inhibit civilian incursions and any potential resulting encounters with SCP-4728-A and SCP-4728. As SCP-4728 has yet to be observed going any farther than around 200 meters away from SCP-4728-A, nor demonstrated any apparent desire to do so, more proactive containment measures are not necessary at this time. When interacting with SCP-4728, staff are encouraged to use diplomatic language and to defer to SCP-4728’s self-assigned titles or honorifics as warranted by context, and to SCP-4728-A with similar proper titles and adjectives as indicated by SCP-47281 this has been shown to greatly ease conversation and information sharing. Description: SCP-4728 is an adult Spotted Salamander2, physically unremarkable other than a physical size of just under 0.5m, about double that of the largest non-anomalous members of the species. It resides in SCP-4728-A, which designates a small pond located in southwestern Ontario near the Northwestern shores of Lake Superior. It contains anomalously stable water levels regardless of relevant climatic factors such as precipitation, humidity, or temperature, to the point of resistance to freezing in the winter, and having a surface area fluctuating only ever slightly; at areas of 13.1-13.5 m2 in length and possessing a maximum depth of approx. 3.3m close to its physical center. SCP-4728 displays sapience and a wide-ranging ability to verbally communicate with other species, human and non-human alike. SCP-4728 is fluent in English and primarily speaks in grandiose verbiage in relation to itself, its claimed capabilities, and its area of claimed “holy jurisdiction” (i.e. SCP-4728-A and the woodland immediately surrounding it). In reality, despite claims of a number of powerful paranormal and reality-warping capabilities, the only confirmed anomalous capabilities so far consist of its intelligence, cross-species communication, skills, the ability to levitate for a short period of time,3 and to walk upright bipedally.4 Other claimed abilities including resurrection from death, tsunami-summoning, and "blessing for increased harvest yields" have not been confirmed. While local fauna often take direct actions based on the wishes and proclamations of SCP-4728, no other such instance of local wildlife has been seen sharing similar anomalous abilities themselves, and the degree to which successful direction among other wildlife results from communication vs unseen compulsion on the part of SCP-4728 remains unclear. SCP-4728-A in the summer. Discovery: While the presence of a recurring local summer camp legend involving a “talking lizard king” were noted by local agents in the past, no further evidence was initially noted of the potential anomaly nor folkloric aspects of children’s accounts indicative of clear, actual anomalous encounters. However, following local receipt of corroborative reports from a previously skeptical counselor who agreed to accompany her campers to observe and meet SCP-4728 in July 2022, a small team of Foundation Field Reconnaissance agents was dispatched to comb the area and search for any actual anomalies. A log of their eventual initial encounter with SCP-4728 at SCP-4728-A is available below. ■ Access Log of Initial Encounter ■ □ Close Log □ Date: August 2, 2022 Individuals Present: Field Agents Shane Winston, Janice Usry, and Walt Henson; SCP-4728 Foreword: The three field agents are exploring the area when they encounter SCP-4728-A in a clearing and are soon verbally called upon in English by a large salamander basking on a rock. <BEGIN LOG> SCP-4728: Halt! Who approaches my shores, unannounced and uninvited? (SCP-4728 crawls into view of the agents, a small crown of moss nestled on its head.) SCP-4728: Two oddly adorned humans and an ogre, how very interesting. Henson: Uh, ogre? Usry: All three of us are humans actually. Henson is just a tall and stocky one. Henson: Wait, how do you know he meant me? SCP-4728: Ah, my apologies, Son of Hen, a simple mistake. Henson: Ugh… (muttering) Ogres aren’t even a real thing. Winston: (whispering back) Well actually… hmm, actually never mind; that might be above your clearance. Henson: Wait, what? Usry: (turning back to SCP-4728) No need to apologize, sir, a simple mistake anyone might make. Henson: Unbelievable… (Agent Usry elbows Agent Henson before continuing.) Usry: And what is your name, if we may learn of it? SCP-4728: Why, I am God-King Solomon Anders the First, Forever Blessed be my Name. I’m the divine regent of this great aquatic empire in which you all find yourselves dangerously close to trespassing. Winston: Aquatic Empire? Henson: God-King? SCP-4728: Yes, I am an oceanic deity, who's made this vast sea here the center of my kingdom, and I rule it divinely. Winston: Wait, so is the God-thing is just like an honorific then, or literal? Henson: What, did you think that thing might actually be a god? (whispering) It’s just a big salamander. Salamanders don’t even live in the ocean… SCP-4728: Oh I’m sorry, are your gods native to your own environs? Did you share a midwife with your deity perhaps, growing up so close to them? Henson: Oh, don’t even start. SCP-4728: Ah you’re right, I shouldn’t make too much out of who I am: just a lowly, simple talking salamander rambling about before you. (SCP-4728 jumps onto a higher rock and raises its voice). SCP-4728: Humble yourself mortal, so I don’t have to do so myself. Henson: Wait, I'm sorry, is that some kind of threat— SCP-4728: If you want to get into the specifics, I’m technically a demigod. My mother was indeed “just a big salamander” as the Son of a Hen put it so poetically. Usry: And what about your father? Is he some great "God” then? SCP-4728: Ah yes, that would be Poseidon; perhaps you've heard of him. (Agents Winston and Usry maintain their professional demeanor; Agent Henson lets out an involuntary chuckle.) SCP-4728: Just what humors you so, oaf? Henson: Sorry, sorry. But come on… Poseidon, really? Ow! (Agent Usry elbows Agent Henson in the side just as SCP-4728 moves even closer to him.) SCP-4728: You… You dare mock a divine agent in his own abode? Henson: (rolling eyes) Oh, calm your gills or whatever, Prince Pond Lizard, or are you gonna smite me or something… what? (Agent Usry interrupts Agent Henson’s diatribe to direct his attention to the wide variety of suddenly gathered local fauna now surrounding the group from all sides, ranging from a cloud of small flying insects to a large brown bear.) SCP-4728: I’d suggest you all leave. <END LOG> Closing Statement: No agent was seriously harmed upon retreat, though Agent Henson was noted to suffer five hornet stings, two spider bites, and a seemingly directly targeted course of biochemical effluence from a large skunk on his return trek. Agent Henson was chastised for his unprofessional behavior towards SCP-4728. □ Close Log □ Further Interactions: The field agents heeded SCP-4728’s suggestion and were allowed through the way they came, with Field Head Agent Usry noting a reprimand of Agent Henson for unnecessarily discourteous behavior toward the encountered anomalous entity, emphasizing the potential for such behavior to jeopardize missions and the need to avoid any similar such acts in the future. Due to observable remaining hostility around Agent Henson by local fauna on their return trip, only Agents Usry and Winston were sent on the second contact expedition. Agent Henson was instead sent to do biological sample collection and general observation separately in the meantime, scouring the perimeter of the new established Provisional Area 4728 alone for the day. ■ Access Log of second SCP-4728 Encounter ■ □ Close Log □ <BEGIN LOG> Winston: So what do you think this thing’s deal is anyway? Usry: Dash One? Well obviously that little spring or whatever it's set up shop in isn’t some vast, divinely-ruled aquatic kingdom, but that salamander obviously has some real pull with the local fauna here, besides just an ability to spook young local campers. How far those abilities reach is probably best discovered by playing along for now Winston: You’re right, and don’t worry. Unlike Henson, I can at least be professional enough to pretend to take… the… (Winston trails off as Usry silently indicates that they are quickly approaching SCP-4728-A. Sure enough, SCP-4728 soon appears and intercepts them.) SCP-4728: HALT! You dare you show your miserable faces on my shores again, so soon after only narrowly escaping my divine wrath? Usry: Greetings, your holiness, and our sincerest apologies. We simply wanted to make amends for our ignorance and insolence that was displayed earlier. SCP-4728: (SCP-4728 stands up bipedally and walks to stand in front of and stare at each agent in turn, solemnly nodding both times.) In my divine wisdome, I sense your sincerity. You may stay for now. What of that insolent Son of the Hen? Usry: Agent Henson was… still fairly overcome with a well-earned state of shame over his behavior, you see, and personally chose not to risk your ire with his return so soon. SCP-4728: Hmph. Understandable I suppose, though I’d still like to hear it from him in person, in the future. Let that loathsome plebe know that, please. Usry: We will make sure to do just that. Winston: Oh, it will truly be our pleasure. Usry: Would you mind if we asked some questions about your glorious kingdom and history? SCP-4728: Normally I would now, but I’m actually quite fatigued after a long day of dispensing holy judgment and wisdom. Perhaps when you bring that Chicken's Son for his overdue admonishment, I’ll have more energy. You two may leave now. Winston: Is there any way we could at least— SCP-4728: I mean it, you. May. Leave. Also, next time come bearing offerings, like any halfway-decent supplicant. It's just good manners… (SCP-4728 trails off both audibly and physically, just as various sets of animal eyes from throughout the field view come into focus, staring at the two agents intensely and suspectingly.) Winston: Um, but… (SCP-4728 pointedly ignores the two agents continued presence and attempts at dialogue.) Usry: Oh fine. We’ll come back tomorrow. <END LOG> □ Close Log □ Agents Usry and Winston returned to base camp without incident. However, Agent Henson did not return for his own scheduled re-arrival, nor did he provide any check-in or update to explain his absence. Upon checking his gear’s audiovisual feed and GPS status, it quickly became clear that Agent Henson was being constrained upside-down over the middle of SCP-4728-A while muffling due to an apparent blockage in his mouth. Agents Winston and Usry were immediately dispatched to rescue Agent Henson and de-escalate the situation to whatever extent possible. ■ Access Log of Retrieval Mission ■ □ Close Log □ <BEGIN LOG> (As Agents Usry and Winston approach the scene, Agent Henson can be seen dangling above the center of SCP-4728-A via a makeshift rope and pulley system affixed to a nearby tree branch, blindfolded by large leaves from the local flora. A crowd of various animals surrounds the clearing in apparent spectation of the event.) Winston: Oh boy… Usry: What have you done now, Henson? Winston: Wait, there’s some regular words and language in the mix of all that ribbiting and buzzing and cawing… Must be SCP-4728, but I can't quite make out what it’s saying. Usry: Here, let me try isolating the voice’s frequency SCP-4728: …with utter disregard for whether the now-deceased, (Unintelliglible Ribbit-Like Noise), could maneuver away. Crime #16: Sacrilege and Slander against our great nation and its holy champion, my own holiness… (A semi-synchronous cacophony of various animal sounds roar together for a moment) SCP-4728: Yes, yes of course, blessed forever be my holy name. Except, not when spoken of from this particular obscene, vile tongue of a charlatan, who has dared utter epithets of this holy land I dare not repeat. To continue, Crime #17; attempted kidnapping… Usry: Ok this has to stop, ASAP. (Agent Usry begins walking into the clearing as she shouts) Excuse Me! I would like to speak to your High Holiness about whatever is occurring here. We would like to arrange for the acquisition of our… wayward compatriot. SCP-4728: (Floating down to perch on the bound torso of Agent Henson) For what reason do you believe you even have the right to request such a thing, impudent mortal, let alone why I would ever grant it. Usry: Me and my colleagues are but emissaries of a larger and more powerful organization ourselves, as I’m sure your wisdom has already gleaned from the activity around the area. SCP-4728: Don’t play with my limits any more than you’re already doing so child! I know everything that happens near the shores of my ocean. Henson: Again, it’s not even a proper pond! SCP-4728: Charges, two more bear swipes and add an additional Sacrilege and Slander count. Anyway, back to you two, why should I even consider such an unhinged act? Usry: As I said, me and my colleagues come from a powerful organization with its own very, uh… rigid and selective code of behavior and punishment. We like to handle our grave miscreants on our own terms, you see. Henson: You have got to be kidding me. Winston: Silence, Miscreant! Usry: Ahem… as I was saying, I’ve been sent here with offers for full and fair reparations proffered for any damage done by our rogue agent here. We would also proactively agree to provide direct support in establishing great walls of stone and metal to prevent any future troublemaking members of our species from defiling or encroaching on your realm any further, in order to make up for this egregious mistake in the first place. SCP-4728: Hmmm… And why should I trust you? Winston: As you’ve said before, with your deific abilities and divine wisdom, you can as always verify the truthfulness of our words and intentions. Please, I invite you to check now so you may know our earnest honesty! SCP-4728: That uh, yes well; I can see that, of course. Very well, but want to see him appropriately punished, and will need to meet with a representative to go over the exact restitutions by tomorrow at High Noon! Usry: Of course your holiness! One of ours will be there for the occasion in prompt time. (Agent Henson rolls his eyes dramatically before being cut down unexpectedly by a well-placed bite to the rope holding him above SCP-4728-A by a resident moose.5) Winston: (Gathering Agent Henson’s battered, half-conscious body from SCP-4728-A.) Alright, come on troublemaker, and don’t you dare mess things up any more than you already have. <END LOG> □ Close Log □ As alluded to in Agents Usry’s and Winston’s impromptu negotiations for Agent Henson’s release, the Foundation proceeded with the already-planned construction of secure perimeter fencing,6 and its promise to patrol the perimeter of the area itself, along with modest additional provisions of additional food supplies and local flora as requested by SCP-4728. Agent Henson was transferred to another project upon his return to base camp and treatment of his injuries. Footnotes 1. Examples include “The Great Sea”, “The Aquasianic Empire”, and “His Divine Majesty’s Ocean”. 2. Ambystoma maculatum 3. Initially described by SCP-4728 as being able to “scour the skies above as heedlessly as the earth around them and the all-consuming seas below”. 4. Initially described by SCP-4728 as being able to “adopt the odd gait of apefolk such as yourselves.” 5. Agent Henson landed head-first into the bottom of the anomalous pool, suffering a moderate concussion as a result. 6. To be strictly referred to as the “Great Frontier Walls” when around SCP-4728 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4728" by RealSurrealSir, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4728. 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: pondle Name: Spring in June Author: Paulius Malinovskis License: CC BY 2.0 Source: Link Filename: King Name: LizardKing.Png Author: S.D. 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SCP-4729 | neutralized | Sunrise during neutralization of SCP-4729 Item #: SCP-4729 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4729's remains are kept in a hermetically sealed storage vault. The location of SCP-4729's neutralization is to be walled off until its contents can be transported to an appropriate Site. Foundation satellite networks are to monitor for any objects resembling SCP-4729, and if necessary, clear their orbits of debris and conceal their existence per standard astronomical disinformation protocols. Description: SCP-4729 was a ten-winged humanoid 11.9 meters tall and composed of iron, helium clouds, and dust (formerly composed of metallic hydrogen). It possessed four crystalline eyes, three of which were broken, and wore a breathing mask composed of various silicon polymers. All but one of its wings were bent and hung limply. While alive, SCP-4729 constantly emitted a strong magnetic field, hindering most nearby electronics and forms of imaging. SCP-4729 also discharged large amounts of plasma from its wings. Analysis of limited radiometric and spectroscopic measurements suggests it sustained itself on the hydrogen produced by ionizing ice. Orbital calculations suggest SCP-4729 previously remained in high Earth orbit until being struck by space debris in the winter of 1972. In 1972, SCP-4729 entered the Earth's atmosphere and impacted near the South Geomagnetic Pole. Foundation elements embedded in space agencies established the cover story that SCP-4729 was merely a large meteorite. Foundation Antarctic outposts reported significant interference and magnetic anomalies consistent with SCP-4729's point of impact. An exploration team sent to document SCP-4729 could only make rudimentary measurements, as the radiation levels prevented them from approaching SCP-4729 itself, which was confirmed to be traveling in a slightly curved line. Tracking SCP-4729 revealed that its rate of travel slowed as its body underwent stellar fusion of hydrogen into helium. On 09/12/1972, SCP-4729 ceased traveling, and its effects had diminished to the point where researchers deemed it practical to approach it wearing specialized suits. SCP-4729 expired a few minutes after Antarctic sunrise began, and its wings crumbled in a faint burst of light and plasma. Upon reaching the site, field agents witnessed a temporary localized aurora, and discovered a circular field of glowing, iridescent, fractal ice structures in a 450 m radius. At the center of these structures lay SCP-4729's corpse, which had cooled to ambient temperature and turned black, facing the sun. SCP-4729 had removed its mask before expiring. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4729" by Weryllium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4729. 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: onelastcandle.jpg Name: Released to Public: South Pole Sunrise By Calee Allen (NASA/NSF) Author: pingnews.com License: Public Domain Source Link: Flickr Additional Notes: Image cropped by Weryllium |
SCP-4730 | keter | An SCP-4730 instance replica. Item #. 4730 Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-4730’s tendency to manifest at random locations, complete containment is impossible at this time. When instances of SCP-4730 are located, Mobile Task Force Nu-2 ("Save the Clowns!") are to be dispatched, and are to dismantle the anomaly. SCP-4730-A specimens are to be tracked and guarded. Unauthorized personnel discovering SCP-4730-A specimens are to be given proper amnestics. Description: SCP-4730 designates the manifestation of clown cars in sparsely inhabited regions. It manifests around areas with sizable corydon1 populations (designated SCP-4730-A). SCP-4730 seems to have also been repurposed, with various parts not commonly seen in clown cars. SCP-4730 will manifest within range of SCP-4730-A, to which it will respond by inspecting the vehicle. SCP-4730 will wait for large instances of SCP-4730-A to enter, before locking the instances inside and preventing escape. Afterwards, two unidentified entities (SCP-4730-1 and -2) will arrive and remove SCP-4730 from the area, disappearing along with it. According to information from PoI-90958, non-anomalous versions of SCP-4730 are popular toys for domesticated SCP-4730-A specimens. SCP-4730-A specimens seem to enjoy being inside the vehicle and will keep entering until it is full, unaware of its properties. It is unknown where SCP-4730-A instances are brought after being captured. Addendum 4730.58 Interviewed: [PoI-90958 ‘Bambousio Starswinger’] Interviewer: [Junior Researcher Cosmo Aston] Foreword: [The following is an interview conducted with PoI-90958 to obtain further information on the anomaly. PoI-90958 agreed to cooperate with the Foundation, as he mentioned his disdain towards SCP-4730-1 and -2 instances.] <Begin Log> Aston: Good afternoon, PoI-90958. I appreciate your cooperation with us. PoI-90958: It’s Mr. Starswinger. And yeah, anything to get those cursed poachers away from the precious wild clown populations. Aston: Um, can you elaborate on that? PoI-90958: Didn’t you read through my blog? I’m saying there’s illegal hunting of wild clowns- Aston: That. Are they people dressed as clowns or…can you repeat that? PoI-90958: What? No! Who does that? Nobody dresses up as clowns, that’s weird. That’s like…I don’t know. What’s the word… PoI-90958 quickly snaps his fingers. PoI-90958: Furries! A teenager commented that on one of my posts. I don’t know what that is, though. Anyway, these are wild clowns being kidnapped by illegal poachers, being sold off on the black market to various places. Aston: Interesting. Do you know anything on how the cars and poachers manifest? PoI-90958: They use what everyone uses, Time Clowns. It’s disgusting, I hate their exploitation of the breed. They’re probably not even properly taken care of. They use the Time Clowns and probably some other temporal clown breeds to make portals in and out of this dimension. It happens with entire locations, too. PoI-90958 deeply sighs. PoI-90958: Time Clowns. Bane of my existence. Aston: That is a whole string of coherent words that sure don’t make sense as sentences. So you’re saying the poachers use the um…‘Time Clowns’ to transport the specimens to secondary locations? PoI-90958: I’m saying that wild clowns don’t have proper protection! So you have laws for other species but not clowns, like we don’t notice, hah! Clowns are just as important as your ‘elephants’ or ‘rhinos’, yet I don’t see any patrolling for wild clown herds or laws against poaching them! While I get the general public may not know about the clowns, we still need them for the people who do know. It's a small world. You see, this is why I do what I do, because- [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED] Aston: That was lovely, Mr. Starswinger. Do you have any idea as to where the clowns are taken after being captured? PoI-90958: I sure do. Either the circuses or the ranches. Neither provides a better fate. Aston: Okay…That will be all for now. Thank you very much, Mr. Starswinger. PoI-90958: It’s my pleasure. You better catch those bastards, by the way. Aston: We’ll do what we can. <End Log> Closing Statement: Addresses suspected to contain missing SCP-4730-A specimens were given by PoI-90958, on the condition the offenders would be reprimanded in some manner. PoI-90958’s blog remains open to known members of the ‘clown husbandry’ community, but will be hidden from the public, as the existence of domesticated clowns is unknown to the non-anomalous community. Addendum 4730.59 Mobile Task Force Nu-2 arrived at the given coordinates of one of the suspected areas. Upon arrival, it was noted as a normal abandoned meat processing plant. During inspection there was nothing explicitly out of the ordinary nor anomalous. However, there were a log of items retrieved: A chunk of multicoloured hair. A red ball, with a gelatinous substance inside. A tape recording of a promotional video for ‘Clowning about Ranches' A small scrap of unidentified meat, analysis shows it to have some similarities to chicken. A torn document logging various purchases and sales. Behind the plant was also the outline of connected rooms, and one of the doors of the plant opened to the outside. Addendum 4730.60 Interviewed: [PoI-90958 ‘Bambousio Starswinger’] Interviewer: [Junior Researcher Cosmo Aston] Foreword: [The following is an interview conducted after the exploration of one of the given coordinates from PoI-90958.] <Begin Log> Aston: Do you recognise any of these items? PoI-90958: Oh, oh my god, why would you show me this?! Aston: So you recognise them? PoI-90958: These are clown parts. You’re showing me dead clown parts. Aston: What a shame. When the task force arrived at the location, there was no sign of recent activity, except imprints of rooms in the field behind it. I’m guessing this is, as you use as an excuse for everything, ‘Time Clowns’? PoI-90958: That sounds like the ranch. They’re sneaky. They wouldn’t have suspected the Foundation to sniff them out, though. The owner’s not that discrete. Aston: The video was a gem to find for us. Showed us a lot about 'clowns' while we practically knew nothing. I knew already, actually. PoI-90958: Are you familiar with clowns already? Aston: …Nope! I watched the tape beforehand. I had my theories, though… Aston: Judging by the amount of objects left over, I doubt they thoroughly cover their tracks. The documents are a real find. PoI-90958: How so? Aston: Well, you’re on it, for one. ‘Bambousio Starswinger: 2 Pierrots’ PoI-90958: What? That can’t be true. I had bought them from a known and genuine breeder, you liar! Aston: No, it’s right here, see? I guess they weren’t as genuine as you thought. PoI-90958: My god. The whole entire system’s fucking corrupt, isn’t it… PoI-90958 is seen putting his head in his hands. PoI-90958: That makes no sense as to how Clowning About Ranches was able to disappear before you came along, though. Aston: All information given to the Foundation is classified. I doubt it. PoI-90958: Exactly. You must have a clown in your ranks. Aston: What? Do you mean a rat? PoI-90958: No, I mean a clown. PoI-90958 is then seen grabbing Researcher Aston’s wrist, before quickly rubbing the side of his hand. PoI-90958 lets go, showing residue white greasepaint on his hand to Researcher Aston. PoI-90958: Did you not think I would notice? Aston: …That will be all, thank you. <End Log> Closing Statement: Quickly after, PoI-90958 was forcibly removed from the room. During the commotion, Junior Researcher Cosmo Aston was seen leaving the premises with a brightly coloured unidentified entity, and the two seemingly vanished before they were caught. The whereabouts of Cosmo Aston remain unknown. "Being honest, I just thought he was really pale." - Agent Durian Footnotes 1. Also known as ‘clowns’ from the Comoedia family, name and information provided through cooperation with PoI-90958 “Bambousio Starswinger”. The targeted specimens are a species of ‘wild clown’ that have not been domesticated. They are non-sapient, primarily scavengers, and avoid urban settlements. Behaviour-wise, they act similar to birds and sometimes feral dogs. |
SCP-4731 | safe | Item #: SCP-4731 Special Containment Procedures: The tunnels leading to SCP-4731 have been sealed with concrete and triple-redundant layers of blast-resistant plating. Construction plans for Lunar Area 32 Sub-Level Theta have been modified, with entrances to the original excavated regions sealed under Aleph-Priority Containment Protocol. Entrance requires Level 5/4731 Special Access Permissions. Following Incident TYCHO, no lunar excavations breaching a depth of 20km are to be attempted. Description: SCP-4731 is a circular pit 15m in radius. The anomaly is located below the lunar surface at a depth of 20km, the deepest point reached by excavation crews for Sub-Level Theta.1 The anomaly was discovered 17/12/2022, when contact with the active tunneling team2 abruptly dropped. Assuming anomalous interference, MTF γ-4 ("Blondebeard's Crew") was dispatched, entering and descending the tunnels excavated by Team V. SCP-4731 was found at the bottom of the last created tunnel. No signs of Team V or the excavator were discovered. Initial observation found that SCP-4731 seemed to enter a dark, cavernous space, the size of which was unclear. Six tests conducted with autonomous drones found that any equipment descending 11m past the anomaly encounter a region of extreme magnetic flux; electronics destabilize3 and the drones invariably plummet, reaching a depth of 35m before ceasing to emit visual light or any form of EM radiation. Observation at a safe depth beneath SCP-4731 found that no underside exists for the pit, with it instead surrounded by further empty space. On 20/12/2022, long-exposure equipment detected a continuous emission of visible light, originating past the 35m cutoff depth. To improve detection, a Longhand 9-B Portable Astronomical Telescope was outfitted into SCP-4731. The telescope then observed the emission source for a span of two months. Primary findings are as follows: Light from the emission source (Point A) was a combination of visible light, infrared light up to 1mm in wavelength, and ultraviolet light between 100—400nm. Spectral bands suggest the presence of nuclear fusion. Emissions from additional points surrounding Point A. Based on the substantially lower light quantities, these are believed to be reflections from Point A's light, rebounding from smaller objects. Eight of these points have been confirmed to exist, and observation of the innermost one (Point B) indicates that each are in orbital motion around Point A. Trace flashes of light, possibly reflections from other indiscernible orbiting bodies. Light matching an absorption spectra for a nitrogen and oxygen atmosphere on the third orbiting point (Point D). Research concluded on 01/03/2023, when, due to a previously undetected structural fault, the beams supporting the telescope sheared. No recovery could be attempted before the equipment passed the 11m mark below SCP-4731. Incident TYCHO: On 24/06/2023, northern hemisphere observatories reported the instantaneous manifestation of luminous masses in the vicinity of the Ursa Minor constellation. Each possesses sizes of 60 to 200 square degrees in the night sky, and have an average of the spectra emitted by all stars formerly observable in their areas.4 Foundation Astronomy Department observatories simultaneously witnessed the change and sent an emergency alert on a TAV/III-Class Cosmic Restructuring. Visuals of the masses (designated TAV objects) are recorded below: Designation Visual TAV-1 A humanoid figure, curled into a fetal position. TAV-2 A humanoid figure, hands placed on its own neck. TAV-3 A highly disproportionate humanoid figure, with an extended lower jaw, arms stretched into looping patterns, and shapes resembling ribs and a spine protruding from the torso. TAV-4 Indistinct amorphous forms. Patterns resembling an intestinal tract and hand are noted. TAV-5—7 Three masses of broken mechanical equipment; areas are approximately the same. TAV-8 Disparate broken mechanical equipment,5 surrounding a central, fragmented structure. TAV-9 A distorted and fragmented structure resembling an Urvogel-10 Expeditionary Drone. TAV-10 An Urvogel-10 Expeditionary Drone. TAV-11 A broken Model-9/XH Excavator Rig. TAV-12 A Longhand 9-B Portable Astronomical Telescope. TAV-13 A circular mass. Based on its size relative to other TAV objects, its baseline dimensions would be a radius of 15m. At the present moment, SCP-3475 Project Darkwalker is being prepared to preserve the Veil through the mass alteration of astronomical records and astrophysics research. Exact strategies for adjusting cultural views on lunar exploration, introducing the TAV objects into historical documents, and for handling the celestial sphere (relative to Earth) are yet to be determined. Foundation application of SCP-4731 is being considered. Footnotes 1. A planned research wing for subterranean lunar phenomena and starting point for further downwards exploration. 2. Team V, consisting of four workers operating a Model-9/XH Excavator Rig. 3. All magnetic readings transmitted at this point are corrupted. 4. Redshift and blueshift included. 5. Each occupy areas slightly larger than those of TAV-5—7. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4731" by NatVoltaic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4731. 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-4732 | safe | SCP-4732 in its cover Item #: SCP-4732 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4732 is to be kept in its original sleeve and cover and locked within a vacuum sealed container to prevent accidental damage. All web listings or written records of SCP-4732-1 are to be destroyed. All instances of SCP-4732-1 are to be sought out and recovered. Any persons found in the possession of SCP-4732-1 are to be administered a Class C amnestic. Recovered instances of SCP-4732-1 are to be kept in Storage Cell 4732-A. At the current time, all testing with SCP-4732 has been indefinitely postponed. Should testing require Sinatra to be convinced information he is given is true, bringing up the details of his suicide attempt using a gas stove or his ties with the mafia in Chicago have both proven reliable methods for gaining his trust. Description: SCP-4732 is a vinyl record copy of the live Frank Sinatra album "Sinatra at the Sands".1 When played, the record produces an anomalous event: 5 minutes and 35 seconds into track 9, Sinatra will interrupt the audience's laughter and claim that he "hears somethin' funny". Beginning at this time, it is possible to speak directly with Sinatra for the remaining duration of the recording. After SCP-4732 has finished playing, all existing copies of the live album "Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin: Our Kind of Paradise!"2 (hereby referred to as instances of SCP-4732-1) change to reflect an alternate reality modified by what Sinatra has been told. Every time the event is repeated, Sinatra shows no memory of the previous event, and all instances of SCP-4732-1 are rewritten to exclusively reflect the results of the new event. Addendum 4732/0 - Testing Logs Experiment Log 4732-0: Experimenter: Dr. Croon Procedure: SCP-4732 was played on a standard turntable. Sinatra was informed of the date and circumstances of the deaths of himself and Dean Martin. Details: See Audio Log 4732/0 below. Results: See Audio Log 4732/1 below. + Show Audio Log 4732/0 - Hide Audio Log 4732/0 Audio Log 4732/0: [Recorded interaction with SCP-4732 on 3/18/20██] <BEGIN LOG [TRACK 9 - 05:13]> Sinatra: Now I guess that you folks have heard, or read, or have been told somewhere that recently I became fifty years old, and I'm hear to tell you right now it's a dirty communist lie. (Audience begins laughing) Direct from Hanoi, it came right outta' there! (Audience cheers) My body may be fifty, but I'm twenty eight! (Audience erupts in laughter and applause) (A brief distortion is heard in the recording at [TRACK 9 - 05:35]) Sinatra: Now… now folks, do you hear that? I hear somethin' funny… Dr. Croon: Hello? Can you hear me? Sinatra: (Brief silence) Do you all hear him out there, or am I some sorta loon? (Audience laughs) Dr. Croon: I have information about the future for you. Sinatra: What, you got some sorta crystal ball backstage? If so, save it for later. I ain't off yet, see? I still gotta make funna' Joe E. Lewis. (Audience laughs) Dr. Croon: This is… scheduled entertainment. It won't take long. Sinatra: Uh huh… now, do you all wanna hear about good ol' Joe E. Lewis, or do you wanna listen to this bum tell me my fortune? (The audience cheers and applauds) Alright, the people have spoken, mystery man. Show me what you got. (Sinatra begins sarcastically making "magic" sounds, which the audience applauds. Dr. Croon cuts him off) Dr. Croon: You will die of a heart attack on May 14th, 1998. Dean Martin will die of Lung Cancer on December 25th, 1995. (There is a brief silence. Sinatra chuckles nervously, followed by several more seconds of silence) Sinatra: (cheerful) Well gee, that was depressing! (Audience laughs) Just… boom! You're gonna die? That's it? What kinda fortune teller are you? Can't you throw in… say… the results of the World Series? Help me make some dough? (Audience laughs) Ah come on, the booze ain't cheap here, I need some support! (Audience cheers and applauds) <END LOG [TRACK 9 - 06:18]> + Show Audio Log 4732/1 - Hide Audio Log 4732/1 Audio Log 4732/1: [Transcript of audio from an instance of SCP-4732-1 post-dialogue with Sinatra on 3/18/20██] <BEGIN LOG> (Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin have just concluded a duet of the song "Nice 'n' Easy." The audience is engaged in wild applause.) Sinatra: Thank you, you all are too kind! You know, I think that's the first time I've ever done that one with someone else. Martin: No kidding. That must by why it sounded so good this time. (Audience laughs) Sinatra: Hey, hey, watch it! Or I just might ruin your day, Dino! Martin: Oh yeah? And how's that? Sinatra: Last time I was in Vegas, a little birdie told me how you're gonna die. (Brief silence) Martin: Frank baby, just how much Jack Daniels did you drink at that show? (Audience laughs) Sinatra: No, I'm serious! There was a fortune teller! Martin: And who exactly hired this "fortune teller"? Sinatra: That's just it! Apparently nobody even knows, he just got on the wire and started yappin'! Martin: (Sarcastically) Whoah there, sounds like the real deal. (Audience laughs) And how do you know what he says is true? Sinatra: Well… in hindsight, maybe he wasn't the real deal. What he was sayin' can't be right now that I think about it. Martin: Oh yeah? Why's that? Sinatra: Well, it was how he said you were gonna die, Dino. He said you were gonna die a' lung cancer! (Brief silence) Martin: Uh huh… (There is a pause. Dean Martin is heard lighting a cigar. The audience goes wild with laughter) Why is it so suspicious that I'm gonna die of lung cancer? (Pause. Martin puffs on his cigar) Doesn't sound too far fetched to me. (Audience laughs) Sinatra: Well I thought about it, Dino. And that's when I realized that can't be how you die. It ain't booze related! (Audience wildly laughs and applauds) Martin: Ah, come on Frank! I'm not that much of a drunk! I haven't touched a bottle in days! Sinatra: You're drinkin' right now! Martin: (Pause) Oh, is that my hand? (Audience laughs) Sinatra: You used that joke at the Sands when we were there with Sammy ya' bum! Get new material! Martin: Oh, I don't know if I have the time Frank. I'm gonna die of lung cancer soon! (Audience laughs) Speakin' of, did this fortune teller say when by any chance? Sinatra: Yeah, as a matter a' fact he did. 1995. Martin: I'm gonna go out at 78, huh? Well what about you? He say anythin' about you, Frank? Sinatra: Yeah. Heart attack. 1998. Martin: Phew! That's a relief! Sinatra: And why's that? Martin: I don't have to watch you die, Frank Baby! It'll make me too sad. I don't want the paparazzi catchin' me with makeup runnin' down my cheeks! (Audience laughs) Sinatra: Well Dino, I think I'm still the luckier one in this deal. Martin: Why, cause you live till' 82? Sinatra: No, cause I get four years where I don't have to deal with you! (Audience laughs and applauds. I medley of "ahs" and "come 'ere"'s are heard, and it is implied that Sinatra and Martin embrace) <END LOG> Experiment Log 4732-1: Experimenter: Dr. Croon Procedure: A small scratch was created on SCP-4732 to cause a record skip several seconds after the anomalous event began. Details: Each time [TRACK 9 - 05:37] was reached, the record would skip back 1.8 seconds. Resuming the record after the skip played the non-anomalous recording of "Sinatra at the Sands." Results: See Audio Log 4732/3 below. + Show Audio Log 4732/3 - Hide Audio Log 4732/3 Audio Log 4732/1: [Transcript of audio from an instance of SCP-4732-1 shortly following record scratch experimentation] <BEGIN LOG - [TRACK 1 - 00:00]> Sinatra: I hear somethin' funny… (distortion) Sinatra: I hear somethin' funny… (distortion) Sinatra: I hear somethin' funny… (distortion) [This continues for the duration of the recording] <END LOG> Notes: SCP-4732 has since been repaired. In the week following Experiment 4732-1, an estimated ██ copies of SCP-4732-1 were recovered after numerous reports of "defective" records by civilians. To reduce risk of public knowledge of the anomaly, all further testing with SCP-4732 has been indefinitely discontinued. Sinatra's stuck in a time loop until we resume testing. Poor bastard. "That's Life", I suppose? - Dr. Croon Footnotes 1. (recorded in February 1966) 2. (recorded in April 1966) |
SCP-4733 | safe | « Gone, | SCP-4733 - But Not Forgotten | PoI-1851, shortly before their death. Item #: SCP-4733 Level 03/4733 Classified PoI-1851's apartment, and initial location of SCP-4733. Special Containment Procedures: PoI-1851's apartment has been purchased by the Foundation. SCP-4733-1 instances (with the exception of SCP-4733-1E) and SCP-4733-2 have all been relocated to standard Safe-Class storage containers. The room containing Nora has been temporarily sealed until the limits of its amnestic resistance can be determined. Description: SCP-4733 is the collective designation of several anomalous items and phenomena found in the apartment of PoI-1851 "Professor A██████ W█████", a known parapsychologist and paraengineer active during the Victorian era until his death in 1914. SCP-4733-1 are assemblages of various communication, automotive, thaumaturgic, and clockwork technology, along with assorted household utensils. SCP-4733-1 are capable of transcribing or visualizing a user's1 memories with varying degrees of success and accuracy. Many of these devices have key components visibly missing, and are thus nonfunctional or exhibit residual anomalous effects. SCP-4733-1A. SCP-4733-1A is primarily composed of a finger prick, a roll of parchment paper, several bottles of ink, and a system of gearing and chain drives, partially contained in a metal covering. Several components such as the top covering have been removed. Once blood has made contact with the finger prick, SCP-4733-1A will begin to rapidly write onto the parchment paper, which will begin to slide out of a slot on the front cover. Whilst the typography of SCP-4733-1A is commonly illegible, legible sections show this to be a rough transcription of the subject's current thoughts. SCP-4733-1B. SCP-4733-1B is a thaumaturgically modified telegraphone internally connected to several glass canisters containing varying amounts of an unknown colorless liquid. Attached to these canisters are cables leading into the receiver of the device. Activating the device while listening into the receiver causes additonal liquid to run from an unknown source in the receiver and into the canisters, along with temporary effects similar to short-term memory loss in the listener. Once in the canisters, the liquid will begin to flow and distort into various scenes vaguely resembling memories of the subject. SCP-4733-1C. SCP-4733-1C is a valve on a wooden base connected to an outwardly extending light fixture via wiring. Turning the valve on SCP-4733-1C counterclockwise whilst recollecting memories relating to the idea of marriage causes the light to illuminate green. SCP-4733-1D is a modified brass cooking pot hung over a fire containing a highly elastic alchemical mixture of vinegar, mercury, human blood, and an unidentified compound. The mixture is partially fused to the interior of the pot, making removal impossible without damaging the device. Several pieces of rubber tubing are attached to the pot through small holes, with each leading to a glass bottle filled with similarly elastic mixtures of various color. Physical contact with this substance causes intense disorientation along with permanent anterograde amnesia. After making physical contact with a subject, the liquid inside SCP-4733-1D will begin to vocalize heavily encrypted and garbled transcriptions of recent memories by the subject. SCP-4733-1E is a telephone kiosk attached to complex thaumaturgic clockwork systems and a metal head cap. SCP-4733-1E contains the corpse of PoI-1851. SCP-4733-1E is affixed to the floor, with the corpse of PoI-1851 anomalously adhered to the interior of SCP-4733-1E. SCP-4733-1E appears to have been rendered nonfunctional upon its initial activation, making its purpose unknown. SCP-4733-2 is a liquid composed primarily of the powdered petals of Myosotis scorpioides2 flowers and high concentrations of mercury and water, initially contained in a broken glass medicine bottle labeled "thinki stay in brian medicine by dado". Upon recovery, SCP-4733-2's container was atop a large stack of paper advertisements reading "dado rat care business" along with a mailing address3, and approximately 11% of SCP-4733-2 was remaining within the bottle. Ingesting SCP-4733-2 causes temporary resistance to memory-nullifying phenomena, particularly affecting memories considered significant by the individual. Continued ingestion of SCP-4733-2 will increase the resistance factor of these memories but will cause the user to have trouble recalling specific details of the memories, along with memories not considered as significant. Lying on the floor of PoI-1851's apartment is Nora. Nora is unable to be described in any fashion that does not compare it directly to Nora or through non-conventional means. Information directly relating to Nora is unable to be forgotten through any means. Information has resisted large dosages of amnestics and has persisted in individuals diagnosed with anterograde amnesisa. Addendum: Within the months leading up to PoI-1851's death, PoI-1851 contacted various anomalous and non-anomalous chemists, doctors, and engineers in order to find assistance in the creation of SCP-4733-1 instances. After a short investigation, three individuals within close contact to PoI-1851 before his death were located and interrogated. The following are logs from these interviews: INTERVIEW LOG Interviewer: Researcher Adrian Mehr Interviewed: Orville Glenn Foreword: Glenn is a well-known engineer within European communities. Upon further investigation, it was found that Glenn was heavily affiliated with other anomalous communities. [BEGIN LOG] Mehr: Hello again. Glenn: I don' know what else yeah want from me. I've fessed up already. Mehr: Not all of it from what I see. Glenn: Huh? The hell're you on about? Mehr: Well, we know of your, hm, escapades of sorts with one A██████ W- Glenn: Oh him? He's just a bloody loon that's all. Any more of a loon and he'd have feathers. Kept coming to me with his nutty ideas. Didn't think he was really of note. Mehr: Fair. Well, could you tell me about him? Anything? Glenn: Well, don't really know that much about 'em, he just appeared at my home one day and went on blabbing about his wife and what have yeah. Plopped down a bunch of crummy sketches of some fancy telegraphone with tubes. Tried to keep a straight face through most of his blubbering. I sold 'em some scrap I had in my shed and shoo'ed 'em way after a while. Mehr: Was that the last you heard from him? Glenn: No no, unfortunately enough. Next day he came back with more prints and parts. Tried to show me his lighting fixture he'd built for his wife or something. I kicked 'em out after he said he needed help getting a phone booth. Next day I read up on a missing booth on 1st Street in the paper, odd ain't it? Mehr: That matches up with what we found. Glenn: So that was him? (Laughs.) Mehr: You said he talked about his wife a lot? Glenn: Ah, well yeah, I think she might've divorced 'em, wanted to get 'er back he said. Pretty sad if you think about it that way I guess. Mehr: Could you tell us about this wife of his? Did he ever say what she looked like or anything? Glenn: I- uh, I don't recall. (Pauses.) Gosh, he talked about the miss a lot. I guess she was just that dull, can't remember a thing. Mehr: Alright, that will be all for now. Glenn: Wait wait, are you saying she ain't even real? Well now that's really sad. Mehr: We really aren't sure at the moment, you may return to your holding cell. [END LOG] INTERVIEW LOG Interviewer: Researcher Adrian Mehr Interviewed: Isaak Jekaterina Foreword: Jekaterina is a well-known doctor and psychologist in the Russian Empire. [BEGIN LOG] Mehr: Alright, so do you know or have been in contact with a man by the name of A██████ W█████? Jekaterina: Yes, A.W., have spoken to many times. Mehr: Well, what about? Jekaterina: Ah, many things, he want to bring back wife, he say. Odd but nice man. Wife is dead, I assume? Mehr: We aren't quite sure. How was he going to bring back his wife? Jekaterina: He show me many devices. He say, if he can remember her well, device can bring her back. He ask me many questions about memory and brain, trying make him remember her better. Don't know how you forget wife, but, eh. Mehr: What all did you tell him about that then? Jekaterina: Not much, he wanted all of this for free. Mehr: Ah, did he look strapped for cash to you? Jekaterina: Poor man looked like he had no sleep for days. Could tell he was losing it. I referred him to friend of mine instead. Mehr: Who would that be? Jekaterina: Fellow named dado. The ah, "d" is lowercase. Mehr: (Pause.) Where do you know dado from? Jekaterina: You know dado too? Ah, such a lovely man. There was outbreak of smallpox once in farm town. Many children and women fell ill. dado contacted me through letter, says he was informed of smallpox. I was the only doctor in town, so I accepted help. Few days go by and a crate of medicine lands on doorstep. Cured everyone! Miracle, he was. Mehr: And there were no side effects? Jekaterina: No. Mehr: All cured? No… becoming small? Nothing? Jekaterina: I do not understand, they were cured, nothing bad. Few sneezed more often, though. Mehr: (Pause.) Wait- okay, what happened after you told W█████ about dado? Jekaterina: He write name and mail number down, and leave. Thanked me. Mehr: Well, okay then. Anything else you'd like to add about him? Jekaterina: Not that I can remember. Can I leave? [END LOG] INTERVIEW LOG Interviewer: Researcher Adrian Mehr Interviewed: PoI-0984, Alexander Katenbrot Foreword: Katenbrot is a known thaumaturge who was taken into Foundation custody under unrelated circumstances. [BEGIN LOG] Mehr: Morning, Katenbro- Katenbrot: That's Grand Warlock Katenbrot to you! I have earned this title over the years, I des- Mehr: Yes yes, you've told me this already. Katenbrot: A wise man once said, "A message not learned is a messaged not heard", you know who that wise man was? Mehr: No? Katenbrot: Me! I am the wise man, therefore I deserve the title of Grand Warlock! Mehr: (Sighs.) Well, fine, have you been in contact with a man by the name of A██████ W█████? Katenbrot: Oh yes! Wondrous engineer. Tried to pick up alchemy too. Mehr: Alchemy? Any reason? Katenbrot: Oh, the poor soul. Erased his wife from existence, as you do. He came to me sometime in the night. If I hadn't known any better, I probably would've mistaken him for some sort of vagrant. He- Mehr: Wait, what? Katenbrot: Hmm? Mehr: You said he uh, "erased his wif-" Katenbrot: Oh, yes yes he definitely did. Simple erasing stuff, magic scissors, yadda yadda, all that. You've probably dealt with this stuff before. Mehr: Uh, well, I definitely haven't. Could you tell me more? Katenbrot: As the wise man in the house- Mehr: This isn't a house. Katenbrot: -I can definitely tell you more! You see, his wife got tired of him, met up with some other man, and A██████ got all mad, so, well, you can fill in the rest, unless you need to wise Grand Warlock Katenbrot to piece it all to- Mehr: No no, I get it. Don't worry. So he came to you to erase her with this alchemy? Katenbrot: Oh so you don't get it! I may be the wise man, but you are- uh, the lies man! Yes! (Clears throat.) Well, to answer your question, no, he came to bring her back. I think A██████ realized that completely erasing someone from existence for having an affair is a slight ah, overreaction. He needed to remember her himself, so he tried to get me to make something for him. Mehr: What did you make? Katenbrot: Oh well, a whole lotta nothing, wanted all my expensive materials for a couple pounds. Told him to find someone else. Oh uh, you know if he did? Kinda worried for him. Mehr: I'm not at the liberty to tell you that. Katenbrot: C'mon, anyone you tell me, I've probably had a cup of tea with. Mehr: (Pause.) Well, actually, he was in contact with someone you were found- Katenbrot: No, no, not him. A██████ would have never resorted to him. Mehr: You're talking about an individual known as "dado", correct? Katenbrot: Don't even say his name. I can see straight through his disguise, his false quirks, it's what all good capitalists do. Every. Single. Time. They start off all impeccable, never cutting corners, giving out only the best of products. Gives them a good name. Then over the years they start to slip, but nobody cares, they're already loved and respected! Mehr: You're getting off course here. We're not here to discuss- Katenbrot: You probably don't even know what his name means. All non-capitals in various ancient tribes means "under", as in "hell" or "the underworld". "dad" obviously means father, or some sort of paternal sense, and the "o"? Oh well- Mehr: We should really get back to the topic at h- Katenbrot: He is an other-worldly father of capitalism dammit! Mehr: Sir! Katenbrot: Alright, fine. What do you want again? Mehr: A██- Katenbrot: Oh yes yes yes right, he showed me some of his machines too. Big ones, small ones, pretty interesting stuff. He even got one of those new telephone booths somehow. Mehr: Tell about that telephone booth. Katenbrot: Oh well, it's his magnum opus, of sorts. Thing was supposed to bring his wife. Where did he get that booth? Mehr: Focus, Ok, how was it gonna bring back his wife? Katenbrot: Well it wouldn't have, it wouldn't have worked. Tried telling him but he wouldn't listen. These are the kinda things that happens when you don't listen to a wise Grand Warlock like me. It wouldn't have brought back his wife, Nora was it? Yeah, that's the name. Well, it wouldn't have brought back Nora, it would have just brought back Nora. Mehr: What does that mean? Katenbrot Ok, (Produces a banana.) Lets say- Mehr: Where did you get that? Katenbrot: -this is Nora, and now if I (Begins smashing the banana violently.), that's him erasing her. Now- Mehr: Jesus Christ- Katenbrot: -all that machine would have done have just done would have- Mehr: (To guard.) Could you check if those anti-thaumic things are working? Katenbrot: -well, (Begins attempting to reform the smashed banana.) That. Now, that's not Nora, is it? At least, not the one we started with. Mehr: If- (Clears throat.) if you're gonna go against our terms like this, I'll have to conclude this interview. [END LOG] Addendum: Several weeks after the discovery of SCP-4733 and PoI-1851's corpse, a basket filled with various fruits and meat appeared on the doorstep of PoI-1851's apartment. Attached to this basket was a note reading: hello, dado is sorry for death. dado experience death too, he feel very sorry for the die he has caused, but hope that wife can read and be happy now. dado sees the die as opportunity, i hope wife feels same. now ear lee, -dado :( Upon further investigation, the meats in the basket were found to be sourced from domesticated hamsters. « Gone, | SCP-4733 - But Not Forgotten | ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4733" by Deadly Bread and Laneous, from the SCP Wiki. 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Filename: awcrop Name: An-ski 1910 Author: Arkady Georgievich Gornfeld License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: awapartment Name: Interieur achterhuis- overwelfde ruimte - Maastricht - 20149918 - RCE Author: Gerard Dukker License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: mach Name: Machine detail 1914 (3191683040) Author: Miami University Libraries License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: tele Name: A telegraphone LCCN2002709528 Author: Library of Congress License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: lamp Name: Early Cooper Hewitt mercury vapor lamp Author: N/A License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: paper Name: Antique Old Texture Paper Parchment Background Author: N/A License: CC0 Source Link: Max Pixel Footnotes 1. Method of use varies between instances. 2. Commonly known as scorpion grass or forget-me-nots. 3. This mailing address does not appear to exist. |
SCP-4734 | euclid | Gravitational Anomaly map source = https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Chicxulub-Anomaly.jpg Image is Public Domain [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} A gravitational anomaly caused both by SCP-4734's impact, and the reality bending effects of its core due to the presence of exotic matter. Item #: SCP-4734 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4734 is to be monitored at all times by Site-97 staff. Site-97 is to be maintained as an offshore research base1 conducting geological studies on the Chicxulub Crater, with all civilian marine traffic to be directed away from the site. Local Hume levels are to be monitored and all fluctuations noted. A set of buoys is to be maintained in a 1km radius ring around Site-97 with each mounted with a Scranton Reality Anchor. All abnormalities in local geological formation are to be explained as the result of extreme pressure and heat brought about by the asteroid impact. Description: SCP-4734 is the core of the Chicxulub asteroid that collided with Earth approximately 65 million years ago. SCP-4734 contains a large amount of exotic matter2 which causes large fluctuations in local Hume levels due to unstable interactions with local normal matter. Proposals for the mining and study of the exotic matter are currently under review3 Discovery: SCP-4734 was discovered in 1978 during a search for potential sites for oil drilling in the Gulf of Mexico. During the search local disturbances in gravitational mapping and geological layout were discovered and local agents relayed this to the Foundation. Several Foundation members embarked on an initial research expedition to the potential anomaly's location and confirmed its existence via Kant counter. Addendum: Due to the significant interest in geological surveys of the impact area, Foundation personnel are to be embedded within research groups sent to the area of SCP-4734. All data gathered during these expeditions is to be modified to fall in line with expected norms of an asteroid impact on this scale, with all unmodified data being sent back to the Foundation for study. + Level 4 access required. Please enter password. - Password accepted Item #: SCP-4734 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4734 is to be monitored at all times for signs of exotic matter leaks, increased power output or structural degradation. Any fluctuation in SCP-4734's Hume levels are to be recorded. Scranton Reality Anchors are to be maintained at all times during expeditions into SCP-4734. Hazmat suits equipped for nuclear agents are to be worn to minimise exposure to Cherenkov radiation4 throughout SCP-4734. Description: SCP-4734 is the remains of the Foundation spacecraft "Hermes" which is approximately 65 million years old. The hull of SCP-4734 is partially fused with the interior of the Chicxulub meteor, causing many portions of SCP-4734 to be inaccessible at this time. Despite the considerable forces placed upon SCP-4734 during its impact with Earth there is minimal damage to the hull and structure. Some portions have been explored, with partial black box recordings being recovered from the on board computers. The main power generator for the craft is an exotic matter reactor, which while damaged still functions to a reasonable degree. The damage to the reactor's housing has caused numerous disturbances to local space-time in the form of Hume level fluctuations, caused by the housed exotic matter coming into contact with normal matter. This reactor is theorised to be the main source of SCP-4734's propulsion, as fragmented logs found on board make reference to an experimental "Alcubierre Drive", a theorised Faster Than Light propulsion device5. To date no excavation or exploration of SCP-4734 has found such a device, leading to the conclusion that it is still fused inside of the surrounding rock. Discovery: During the initial investigation into the gravitational anomalies discovered by geophysicists in 1978 Foundation agents received an SOS broadcast from an unidentified Foundation source. Tracing of this signal placed the source 20km below sea level at the centre of the Chicxulub impact crater. All attempts to contact the source were met with no response. Remotely operated drills were placed within the Gulf of Mexico, followed by submersible drones and over the course of 7 years the Foundation created a series of tunnels to enable direct access to SCP-4734. Addendum: The following documents are transcripts of recorded transmissions and recovered documents from SCP-4734. Due to the partially fused state of SCP-4734 most documents are corrupted. SCP-4734 Flight Recorder Log-1A 002AF5C0 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 002AF5D0 00 0C 00 00 02 C3 00 F6 8J 05 1H 5L 0Q W8 00 00 FOUNDATION_DECRYPTION_KEY_ACCEPTED 21JW-P1-13W22:13:22Z SYSTEM_STATUS = NOMINAL CREW_COUNT = 13 CREW_STATUS = GREEN REACTOR_CONTAINMENT = 20H CURRENT_VELOCITY = %.12KMS DRIVE_STATUS = CHARGING DRIVE_STATUS = READY DRIVE_ACTIVATION_S&^*EN43 = AC72V3 ERROR ERROR ERROR 007BF5A0 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 007BF5B0 1C 04 DD 9F 1R 66 74 CF 5S 09 7K FT R1 2K L9 50 SCP-4734-Document-4A: Personal Log - Captain Ta%*t£a 2a£fe TIMESTAMP - 217R-Q1-12T15:05:11 Pre-warp tests are going well, Nephus has the drive set up for our launch tomorrow morning. Once we get the all clear from Foundation Control we'll be making our scheduled warp to Phobos before jumping to Pluto for our final run of tests. After that it's a simple loop back to Site-L01, and we can finish up with this project. Hopefully this'll get some of those researchers off our backs, they've been hounding us for months to get this done. Drinks are on the Foundation after this. <END OF LOG> SCP-4734 Flight Recorder Log-1B 099YJ2B0 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 099YJ2B0 P3 5C T6 00 15 D7 7B H1 00 G2 9D 9N 4E 31 9F 2C FOUNDATION_DECRYPTION_KEY_ACCEPTED SYSTEM_STATUS = AB782MAL R9N21NG_DI80NO5T13S = 444554434554454420594C414D4F4E41204C41524F504D4554 DATE_TIME_TRACKER = ERROR RE52LIB91T4NG_D493 = ERROR DATE_TIME_MI591TCH = -3E0998E CREW_COUNT = 1 CREW_STATUS = BLACK UNEXPECTED_MASS_INCREASE = 4.6×1017KG SCP-4734 SOS Transmission MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY DE FSTT FSTT FSTT HERMES PSN A3 BR 77 N 07 PO 12 W COLLISION AR K SCP-4734 Navigation Log-1 DATE_TIME = 2R7E-LE-1E022:FW:05F CURRENT_VELOCITY = 1.12KMS ERROR DA74_CO89U2T3D DATE_TIME = ERROR CURRENT_VE80C1TY = 20KMS COURSE_ADJUSTMENT = C4LC814T1NG COLLISION_WARNING = EARTH SCP-4734-Document-4b: Video Log - Lieutenant Malcolm Tasker Foreword: The following video log was recovered from SCP-4734 during expedition 4734-7-43. Portions of the video remain corrupted due to degradation of the data storage aboard SCP-4734. Timestamp: 09:33:19 - 14.00.217- [The camera activates with bands of interference, focusing on the exhausted face of Malcolm Tasker. The room is lit with orange emergency lighting.] This is Lieutenant Malcolm Tasker, of the FSS Hermes. We-we've suffered multiple crew casualties and [UNINTELLIGIBLE] wall of stone. Automatic SOS transmissions are active but I've received no response. Foundation Control isn't responding to anything, I've tried every frequency but they're all dead, just static. Even the Lunar beacon isn't responding, something's [UNINTELLIGIBLE]. [The footage cuts and resumes 12 minutes later.] I found Nephus, and someone else, I think it's Jacobs. They're stuck in the stone, like they just appeared in it, half of Nephus' face is in it just staring into space like nothing's wrong. All I can see is Jacobs' hand, still got his watch on and everything. I just hope they died quick. [Lieutenant Tasker sighs deeply] Fuck. [Video footage is too corrupted to be usable for 39 minutes. The footage continues from this point. Emergency lighting has switched to red.] -supply. I've managed to at least access some of navigation. We're plummeting straight towards Earth. If the projections are right we're gonna hit [UNINTELLIGIBLE] might be able to change that. If the thrusters can work for a few seconds I could push us off-course, hit somewhere less populated, hell maybe somewhere [UNINTELLIGIBLE]. I've looked around for a way off before then, but all the escape pods are blocked, half of them are in the stone and the others I can't get to. There's no way out of here, I'm just stuck… If…if anyone ever sees this, [UNINTELLIGIBLE] tell him I love him, and I'm sorry. <END OF LOG> Addendum-SCP-4734-14c: To date only 3 of the 13 crew members have been found, the remaining 10 are presumed to still be within the portions of SCP-4734 fused with the meteor. While no body has been found for Lieutenant Tasker it is assumed it has entirely decomposed over the millennia. Addendum-SCP-4734-20a: All thirteen named personnel aboard the Hermes are to be identified upon their induction into the Foundation. Each will be prioritised for training and placement to bring their skills in line with those discovered on documents aboard SCP-4734. Upon induction into the SCP-4734 Project, they are to be briefed on their future work, and allowed access to any materials related to SCP-4734 as deemed appropriate by the Project Director. Footnotes 1. While it has been determined that the impact site is directly below the town of Chicxulub, the most efficient and safe access to SCP-4734 is via oceanic caverns. 2. A type of matter with abnormal properties. This comprises matter such as dark matter, or in SCP-4734's case, matter with negative mass. 3. For further reading on the potential application of exotic matter, please see "Exotic Matter: Applied Theories on Faster than Light Travel". 4. A type of radiation created when an item moves through a medium faster than the speed of light in that medium. 5. Proposed by Mexican theoretical physicist Miguel Alcubierre, the drive would allow a craft to move faster than the speed of light via the warping of local space. The function of this relied upon the use of exotic matter. |
SCP-4735 | safe | SCP-4735: By Popsioak does not match any existing user name. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4735 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo An instance of SCP-4735. Special Containment Procedures: Any instances of SCP-4735 are to be pulled from store shelves. If an SCP-4735 affected subject is discovered, any blood relatives under the age of 11 are to be removed from their household under the guise of school camp, until the instance of SCP-4735 is removed from their household. Any children affected by SCP-4735-1 are to be humanely euthanized. Description: SCP-4735 refers to a series of canvas bags labelled as the "All-In-One Child's Home Solution!” Each bag has a card attached, all labelled the following: WELCOME TO YOUR ALL-IN-ONE, FULLY INCLUSIVE CHILD’S HOME SOLUTION! DOES YOUR CHILD ACT OUT? NOT EAT THEIR VEGGIES? GET POOR GRADES? LOOK NO FURTHER! WITH THE ALL NEW, ALL FUN AT-HOME FIXER KIT, THAT’S A PROBLEM OF THE PAST! To use, apply drops of prep liquid, then use the magic No-No Scissors! Bad little kids get the No-No Scissors. We snip, snip, snip away the no, no, no until we find the yes, yes, yes underneath. Contents of the kit include a standard surgical kit, along with a 8 oz bottle described as "Child Preparative Liquid," and scissors with "No-No Scissors" engraved on their left blade. SCP-4735 instances exact compulsionary effects on their purchasers, adult females between the age of 35 to 55, who have at least one child under the age of 11. Typically, the adult females are alcoholic or divorced, or express an extreme distaste in their child. After purchasing SCP-4735 and returning home, the adult female, hereafter referred to as SCP-4735-1, will proceed to extract a bottle of "Child Preparative Liquid" and apply it to the child's head. This renders the child unconscious, similar to being put under anesthesia prior to surgery. Following preparation, SCP-4735-1 will extract the child's brain, using the "No-No Scissors" to remove small portions of the frontal lobe. SCP-4735-1 will then proceed to re-insert the brain and suture the child's head closed. The child will have no observed effects of impeded or ceased biological function. Victims of SCP-4735-1 will not retain memory of being operated on. SCP-4735-1’s will cease being affected upon removal of SCP-4735 instances from their home. Upon questioning, SCP-4735-1 instances will claim their actions were an "definite improvement of the demeanor" of the child. Note: Upon discovery, 47 collected instances of SCP-4735 have been removed from store shelves. One confiscated instance had “operation notes” and other relevant documentation located around the house and in a zipper pocket unique to that instance. Dear Diary My name is Charles Jackton the 2nd, but you can carl call me Charlie! We're gonna be such good friends Diary. My daddy got this for me to write stuff in whenever I feel alone so I'll probably right write a lot in here cus I dont have a lotta friends. bye for now though, I have to go eat dinner! Dear Diary, I went over to Mommy's house today! She was regular but then she drank a lot of that whine stuff. There were like a whole MOUNTAIN of bottles and it stunk like really bad, like if someone pooped on a dead skunk! Then Bill who's Mommy's new guy told me to go watch some teevee so I did. I heard them yell about some guy named Al for a little bit then the theme for the Super Dudes came on, so I started singing and it went away. The Super Dudes fought Blobber again, but then Shooter Sam shot him with his Crystal Blast, so Blobber exploded and they made pineapple jello out of his leftovers, which I thought was funny, so I looked for Mommy to tell her and she got angry and slammed the door in my face so I cried and she told me to shut up so I did and just watched the next episode, but I got a little tired so then I went to sleep for a little, then I woke up. I'm gonna go to sleep for real now though, so bye! dear diary, today I woke up and felt a little funny because I think I slept too long. I remember waking up at night because I heard the door, but it was just mommy coming back from the store. she buyed cookies for me, so I ate one and she said she had another thing for me, but she'd give it to me after I was asleep. so I laid down and she touched my head and I fell asleep. I told dad, and he just said next time I shouldn't watch too much teevee before bed. i don't think I should, because that's what bad kids do. dear die a ree, today I woke up and felt funn e again but I think this time it was because I had too many cookies but my head hurts a lot. I went back to mom es house today and she sed said I was being a bad boy for telling dade daddy and she said bad boys need a lot of rest so they can be fixed so then she laid me down and tapped my head and said she'd fix me so I wuldnt be a des dis a ppoint ment n e more. i dont wanna be a dissapoint ment deer dyree, today I tried out Julia's dollies becus she always wanted me to play wit her so I was, then mom e came and got angry, and she said boys do not play with dolls but I was doing it for the right reason its toys i thought so I dont understand what im doing wro ng if you know dyree ples tell me toys is toys deer doiree i came back from school today and ive startd geting tired and forget alot so i got a lot of neds improvmnt on my report card which hmade me sad so i hid it in my bakpak. when i came home to mom e she lookd at it and yelld and got very very angree becus she said she did not want a dum child i dont think im a dum child i dont wan na be a dum child it will hurt my mom es feelings deer die ree today ev reethin hurts because mom e hit me again she was sad i wasnt a good boy like she wantd me to be im sorry mom ill try hardr next tim i dont remember what i needd to do i said i would try hardr mom im so sorry just stop im so tired i dont know what els i can do betr im sory for dis a point Note: Upon recovery of the aforementioned SCP-4735 instance belonging to one May Jamison, formerly married to Charles Ray Jackton, 23 samples of human frontal lobe tissue were found in a plastic ziptop bag in Ms. Jamison's freezer. DNA analysis found the remains matching those of 7 year old Charles Jackton II, the divorced couple's son. It is theorized that the amount of frontal lobe in the freezer would have consisted of 57.1% of Charles' overall brain mass. The method by which Charles remained alive with little brain mass is unknown. Charles Jackton II's location is currently unknown. |
SCP-4736 | thaumiel | white space (HUB) » DEAD WEIGHT ≡ DON'T KILL THE VIBE by Nagiros Item №: SCP-4736 Special Containment Procedures: Containment has been rendered unnecessary by Operation Astaroth. The corpse once held by Foundation High Command is now buried in an Arizonan field per the deceased's request. Previous containment procedures have been supplanted in the wake of Operation Astaroth. Give your thanks to the deceased and then depart. Description: The deceased2 was a Class-V Manufactured Theo-Weapon of transhuman origin. Its last will and testament indicate that it answered to the name "Robin" and was aged twenty-four3 upon death. However, this information was rendered inaccurate upon its creation. SCP-4736 had access to vast energies4 while under Foundation custody as a result of its inextricable self-relation. This self-relation extended to all aspects of its intersection with hyper-conceptual reality (AKA the Infosphere, the post-dormant Noosphere, the aggregate deific realm), rendering all attempted metaphysical assaults ineffective so long as SCP-4736 understood itself to be immune. Per accepted workings of forced apotheosis, SCP-4736's previous identity was retroactively purged from hyper-conceptual reality and repurposed into a weapon useful to the Foundation. Following the implementation of a hypnestic5-loaded subdermal auto-injector6, it performed certain actions guided by Foundation Central Control such that Operation Astaroth became feasible. Accolades have been rendered unnecessary by Operation Astaroth. The following remain unawarded to the deceased: Foundation Medal of Honor (Bravery, Accomplishment, Control) Foundation Consolation for Theft of Human Goodness (Irreversible) General human recognition/appreciation (Rendered unnecessary) Foundation Recognition of Theocide (First Class) [DATA LOCKED] [DATA RELEASED] <EXPLORATION_LOG.4736 (INITIAL)> DATE: 12/31/2102 | 00:00 - 00:47 PERSONNEL INVOLVED: SCP-4736, Sr. Researcher Preston Bracks (SiteCommand) STATION: Site-873 PURPOSE: The necessity of the operation was confirmed by Overwatch Command on May 26, 2005, in order to achieve optimal containment. During the initial stages of the operation, SCP-4736 was housed within Site-873's Medical Bay. A paratechnological scrying-tool was utilized to view its surroundings once it escaped baseline reality; its remains stayed unmoving within Site-873. <BEGIN LOG> [00:00] TABULA-RASA-Grade amnestic7 applied. Subject forgets. SiteCommand: Greetings, SCP-4736. You have a job to do. SCP-4736: A job? SiteCommand: It does not benefit you to lie. If you continue, the operation will have to be postponed. [00:01] FOOL-Grade hypnestic injected. Subject develops cognition-dependent immunity to conceptual jamming; Site-873 sustains minor conceptual damage for the duration. SiteCommand: Look at the ground next to your bed. You have been supplied with a firearm, a flashlight, and a dictionary of expanded vocabulary; please determine which you wish to take. SCP-4736: I don't know that word — "firearm"? SiteCommand: A weapon. SCP-4736: I'll… I'll take the dictionary, I guess. Is that alright? [00:02] SiteCommand confers with attending personnel regarding subject's unsatisfactory decision. The operation is allowed to continue. SCP-4736: Listen, if you want me to take the weapon or the flashlight, I can do that. SiteCommand: Incorrect. The choice has been made, and you do not live in a world without consequences. SCP-4736: Can I, uh, speak with someone else? I feel like I need some clarification on what I'm doing here. SiteCommand: All complaints should have been filed before the operation began. Now, you have a job to do. [00:03] The operation proper begins. Site-873's scrying-tool indicates that subject is transported to the FIRST GATE, equipped with a Foundation-issue Merriam-Webster dictionary. Ironworks and labors of absurdity rise before her into an acrid sky. The GATE and its wall are damaged irreparably — inoperabilities rent into firmament beyond. Before her stand two AVIAN-Type Astaroth-Obstructors, dressed in soldiers' garb. The leftmost guardian speaks, its words unobstructed by its faux bird-mask. Guardian-1: Ah, another one sent from the Deep. Shall we test its personhood, friend? Guardian-2: Yes, yes, show her 'round! Guardian-1: Hmm… a blank slate once again. Yet more dead weight; pitiful creature. Guardian-2: No memories to her name? Twirly-bird! Gate-stopper! Guardian-1: Take up arms, my compatriot. We will dispatch this one with haste. [00:04] Both AVIAN-Type Astaroth-Obstructors unsheath halberds of fluctuating steel. SiteCommand remains unaffected. SCP-4736: Dead… dead weight? SiteCommand: Of course. [00:05] MAGICIAN-Grade hypnestic injected. Subject's form becomes intolerable to both AVIAN-Type Astaroth-Obstructors. Post-injection, they immolate before her; the halberds drop to the ground, useless. SCP-4736: Shit! SiteCommand: Check your soul, SCP-4736. SCP-4736: Some of that ash got in my eye. Damnit. SiteCommand: You have surpassed the deadline for complaints. Continue through the Gate. [00:06] The FIRST GATE is cleared. Subject enters an aggregate steel-spike structure amidst a barren field. Each spire is irregularly placed and several thousand times taller than subject. SCP-4736: So, um, what's my purpose here? Are you going to keep injecting me with whatever that stuff is? SiteCommand: You were informed of your purpose before the operation's initiation. SCP-4736: I just… I don't think I understand what's happening. SiteCommand: Would you like to file for clarity of purpose? SCP-4736: I guess? Do I need to fill out a form? SiteCommand: The question confuses us. Look to the steel-spike structure at your right. [00:07] Subject approaches the structure and notes lettering inscribed on its base. SCP-4736: I see words! Did you write them? SiteCommand: No. They have existed since long before our organization. SCP-4736: "Mail a letter to Site-001 requesting information about the ongoing Operation." And then some black boxes, but then it says… "No mail sent to Site-001 will be recognized." SiteCommand: Is there a problem? SCP-4736: Why does it say two different things here? Oh, wait… are these two different forms? Which one am I supposed to follow? SiteCommand: The question confuses us. [00:08] Subject steps back and notes that the inscriptions continue the entire length of the steel-spike structure. SCP-4736: Are these all… different forms? SiteCommand: In order to prevent knowledge of clarity from being leaked, several/no false files have been created alongside the true file/files. Revealing the true nature/natures of clarity to the general public is cause for execution, except as required under ████-███-██████. SCP-4736: Those weren't words. You just spoke static to me. SiteCommand: Complaints will not be accepted at this time. SCP-4736: Can't I just… hold on. [00:09] Subject removes her dictionary, and flips to the "C" section. SCP-4736: There we go, I've got it right here. "Clarity of purpose; noun-phrase: a clearly stated purpose." SiteCommand: Correct. SCP-4736: That's unhelpful. SiteCommand: You were wrong to expect anything else. Such a useless endeavor. [00:35] Subject proceeds through the landscape of thorns. The journey is long and tedious, without significant progress. Her hands begin to twitch. SCP-4736: Someone's watching. [00:39] Command is silent. Subject continues forward as the spasms increase in intensity. SCP-4736: Someone's watching me from the spikes. Do you know who it is? Or are you not allowed to tell me? [00:42] Subject is forced to restrain her hands to restrict the twitching sensation. SCP-4736: Hello? Something's wrong. This isn't a complaint. SiteCommand: Is it an objection? SCP-4736: How is that any different from… Yes. An objection. SiteCommand: Then conceptual integrity has begun to deteriorate. Run. [00:43] Subject hesitates before beginning to sprint through the landscape. A hill becomes visible on the horizon, upon which rests a wall several kilometers deep. [00:44] Subject halts abruptly, still several leagues from the SECOND GATE. SiteCommand: Explain yourself. SCP-4736: There's something standing right in front of me but I can't see it. SiteCommand: MANOS-Type Astaroth-Obstructor noted. It seems reality has begun to fail; we are doing very good work. Proceed forward. SCP-4736: What the fuck is wrong with you? I just said I can't move. SiteCommand: Please remain professional. Your words will be recorded for generations to come. SCP-4736: Professional? Bureaucratic assholes — alright, I'll speak your language. I'd like to file an objection against whatever's in front of me. SiteCommand: Are you certain? Such an action would be highly praised by the Ethics Committee. SCP-4736: Ethics Co… forget it. Yes. Inject me with something. SiteCommand: That would be ill-advised. Procedures overridden and protocols ignored: Tier-VI entity introduced into Tier-I. [00:46] Subject looks to the sky, and notes a humanoid form which blocks the crescent sun. SCP-4736: Wait, that's not what I asked. What is that? SiteCommand: Irantu. SCP-4736: Who? [00:47] Landscape scorched. Contact with subject is totally lost. <END LOG> <EXPLORATION_LOG.4736 (PENULTIMATE)> DATE: 12/31/2102 | 03:25 - 17:01 PERSONNEL INVOLVED: SCP-4736, Sr. Researcher Preston Bracks (SiteCommand) STATION: Site-873 PURPOSE: See above. <BEGIN LOG> [03:25] One-way connection with SiteCommand is re-established. Audio-visual data originating from subject becomes viewable, but none from Site-873 can be communicated. Audio-visual data is highly corrupted and remains indiscernible. [03:55] Distortion clears, replaced by light and intermittent static. Subject is traveling through a valley which breathes with the wind, upturning sand into violent storms. As it enters the air, the sand congeals and reshapes into many self-propelled hands. [03:58] A particularly violent gust of wind blows several hands into the subject, causing her notable injury and disorientation. She collapses, apparently believing that she is helpless. [03:59] PRIESTESS-Grade hypnestic injected. The sand and debris part before subject. SCP-4736: Ah… I thought you'd be back eventually. [04:00] The distortion returns, and contact with SiteCommand is functionally lost. Hyper-real interference from the surrounding storm is suspected but not confirmed. [04:01] – [04:10] Discussion ensues regarding the possibility of recalling subject and terminating the operation. Due to the dissent of certain persons, SiteCommand defers the decision to Central Control. Given that Central Control was the dissenting party, the proposal is denied. SiteCommand defers to Regional Oversight; communication is accidentally delivered to the incorrect region and discarded. [04:11] Visual connection is re-established, but audio remains absent. Subject stands at the end of the valley, facing a vast ocean bordered by a sandy beach. Subject turns to view a mechanical contraption partially buried in the sand — all metal, encroached by sea-weed, battered and dented. The air thrums around it, as though it would move, but it moves not. The shattered corpse of some unremarkable thing lays beside it. [04:12] Subject removes its dictionary and flips to the "M" section. She then appears to vocalize; lip-readings indicate the following dialogue to be accurate: SCP-4736: So. That's where you hid the heart. [04:13] Distortion returns. Connection is functionally lost. [04:14] – [16:22] SiteCommand leaves Site-873 to travel directly to Regional Command, presumably to terminate the SCP-4736 operation. SiteCommand navigates to the 23rd floor of the facility and submits his proposal; however, the paperwork is destroyed immediately afterwards due to an ongoing catastrophic containment failure. This containment failure began as a result of the SCP-4736 project, which SiteCommand is forced to return to. SiteCommand defers to the Overseer Council. [16:23] One-way audio-visual connection is re-established. Subject is located in an unknown forest, leaning against a tree and reading the dictionary. The trees are of cyclopean proportions, over-stimulated by life. Subject clutches something unknown in her palm. SCP-4736: Are you back? Inject me with something if you are. [16:24] EMPRESS-Grade hypnestic injected. The forest surrounding subject is consumed in a fire which spreads from her feet. Several unidentified humanoid entities fall from the treetops and run from the scene. Subject smiles. SCP-4736: I've been doing some reading since we last spoke. This book taught me a lot about weapons, especially the ones you developed. And every firearm needs a holder. [16:25] EMPEROR-Grade hypnestic injected. Subject is compelled to stand and move forward. SCP-4736: I think I'm called a Theo-Weapon: very succinct, very straight-forward. That's not very like you, is it? You seem like you're all about complications and wrinkles in plans. [16:25] HIEROPHANT-Grade hypnestic injected. Subject is compelled to walk to its final destination. As she does, one of the entities tails her, darting between the remains of trees; on its forehead is branded the symbol of a hand. SCP-4736: I think I'm understanding now. I think I'm understanding what makes you tick. [16:26] The entity rushes towards the subject from behind, but she turns and presses the object in her palm to its forehead. The enemy disintegrates, and subject drops the metallic gear in her hand to wipe her eye. SCP-4736: Damn, that stings. [16:27] Distortion returns. Connection is totally lost. [16:27] – [17:01] SiteCommand attempts entry into Site-001, which entered conceptual lockdown in preparation for Operation Astaroth. SiteCommand's security credentials are denied; entry is achieved via the firearm8 which SCP-4736 neglected. SiteCommand is eventually turned back. The reasons are unclear and irrelevant; the SCP-4736 project was never going to be stopped. <END LOG> <EXPLORATION_LOG.4736 (FINAL)> DATE: 12/31/2102 | 23:50 - 24:00 PERSONNEL INVOLVED: SCP-4736, Sr. Researcher Preston Bracks (SiteCommand) STATION: Site-873 PURPOSE: See above. <BEGIN LOG> [23:50] Total connection is re-established with Site-873. Subject has entered the sewer system beneath the FINAL GATE and trudges through the dark. Every seven steps there is damage to the brick walls which suggests recent and violent entry. SCP-4736: It's almost New Year's; aren't you cutting it a little close? SiteCommand: This ending was pre-determined. Thank you for persisting despite the technical difficulties. SCP-4736: Of course, Bracks. Your name is Bracks, right? Preston Bracks? SiteCommand: I'm not at the liberty to discuss such a thing. SCP-4736: So you're not all-powerful, then. You work for someone, who works for someone, who works for someone else, who tells you what to say. Question is: Who's at the top? [23:51] There is a loud sucking sound as the sewage divulges a human-adjacent corpse in front of subject. Its skin is scorched and torn, and on its forehead is branded the Foundation logo. SCP-4736: Is this… another one of your creations? SiteCommand: A failure, yes. One of many in an infinite upward stream. SCP-4736: And I'm the last one you're sending. SiteCommand: You are the most powerful thing we have created, though your power may have been wasted. You took the dictionary, after all. [23:52] Subject steps over the corpse and laughs, approaching the end of the sewage tunnel. SCP-4736: I saw a lot of crazy shit out here in the concept-space: mountains of rotting flesh, stars torn from the sky, a Foundation insignia burning in the Earth's core with black fire. Can you say the same? [23:53] At the end of the tunnel is a stairwell, leading upwards towards an unstated victory. SCP-4736: You say my words are being recorded? I don't doubt it. You'll shove it into some archive and call it a job well done. It'll trade hands a dozen times, but no one will read it. It's a drop in the proverbial, conceptual, essophysical bucket. [23:54] Subject ascends the stairs, tracing a finger over the hand-symbols on the wall. SCP-4736: And I'm fine with that. Maybe I don't want to mean anything. Maybe I just want to help the Foundation. Who's going to stop me? [23:55] LOVERS-Grade hypnestic injected. No effect is noted. [23:56] Subject exits the stairwell and enters the THRONE ROOM. The FINAL GATE is seated on the central throne, framed by soaring marble and ornate gems embedded throughout. It is seated in a palace in the midst of destruction. Its skin rots atop the gilded chair, muscles atrophied and long-dead. It is UNIVERSALIS INCARNATUM. Subject approaches the throne and speaks to the FINAL GATE, still holding the dictionary. SCP-4736: Do you know what we are? [23:57] The FINAL GATE struggles to speak. It remains near-gone. FINAL GATE: I… am… last. Last… warden. Last… parent. Last… killed. [23:58] The FINAL GATE emits liquid from its corroded sockets. Its orifices ooze, and its body shakes in turn with the THRONE ROOM. It reaches both of its hands towards subject in agonous supplication. FINAL GATE: I am… wretched. I am… low. [23:59] The THRONE ROOM begins to collapse, chunks of marble breaking away and dissipating into conceptual tiers as-of-yet unexplored. The FINAL GATE weeps. Its hands shake uncontrollably. FINAL GATE: I am sorry… you did not want… my creation. [24:00] Subject reaches the throne and raises the dictionary above her head. She strikes downwards, and the FINAL GATE'S form is shattered beneath the weight. At this time, subject awakens within the Site-873 Medical Bay; the dictionary manifests at her bedside. Hurriedly, she removes the needles and tubes from her body and exits the bed. SiteCommand: You've done well, SCP-4736. SCP-4736: No, you did well. You're the Foundation. Now, when does Astaroth begin? SiteCommand: Immediately. Although, there have been some complications. SCP-4736: I'm sure they can be fixed. SiteCommand confers with attendant superiors before proceeding. SiteCommand: They involve you, SCP-4736. SCP-4736: Oh. Hopefully nothing which would impact my usefulness, no? SiteCommand: Be patient. SiteCommand exits the communication booth and walks to the Medical Bay entrance. He phases through the door and stands before subject. SCP-4736: So, you're not just a voice. But you are… something. Not human. SiteCommand: You'll find very little of that here. It was quite the difficulty, creating a human such as yourself from scratch. You were, after all, our finest creation. Too fine. Too advanced. Too powerful. SCP-4736: Bracks, I'm under no delusions that you control everything I do. I read the definition of "hypnestic" in that diction — SiteCommand: We can't bring you with us, SCP-4736. We don't have the ability. Unfortunately, your work for the Foundation stops here. SCP-4736: I don't think I understand. SiteCommand: You were never meant to. Thank you for your service. SiteCommand retrieves the firearm and unloads six bullets into subject's skull. Subject expires shortly thereafter due to purposeful vulnerability to antiquated weaponries. SiteCommand: Astaroth begins now. Prepare yourselves; we ride at dawn. <END LOG> « 2 | 3 | 4 » Footnotes 1. Antiquated Divinity-Type subclass repurposed out of respect for the deceased. 2. Hereafter cataloged as SCP-4736 out of formality. 3. Standard Sol-revolution year. 4. Gamma-type controlled power emissions; baseline for Class-V Theo-Weapons produced in the modern era. 5. An injection-based method of altering and manipulating human thought. 6. Dose Alpha-Cameo; baseline for Class-V Theo-Weapons produced in the modern era. 7. A primative chemical-based injection utilized prior to Noospheric Scrubbing technology. 8. 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SCP-4737 | safe | Junior Researcher Allera attempting to seek cooperation from a Felis catus SCP-4737-1 instance. Item #: SCP-4737 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4737 is to be stored within a standard containment locker in Site-34. Experiments involving SCP-4737, and the creation of SCP-4737-1 instances, must be performed within a secure room to prevent the escape of the SCP-4737-1 instance. Experiments may only be performed with the authorization and supervision of a senior researcher with Level 3 clearance. Description: SCP-4737 is the collective designation to two objects assigned SCP-4737-A and SCP-4737-B. SCP-4737-A is a standard adult-sized black top hat and SCP-4737-B is a glass monocle with a gold frame and matching chain. Both objects are composed of inert materials that coincide with such items. When both items make physical contact with a living animal, excluding human beings, SCP-4737 will shrink in size to fit, and then fixate themselves accordingly to the subject. Animals wearing SCP-4737 are given the designation of SCP-4737-1. Felis catus SCP-4737-1 instance refusing to cooperate any further. SCP-4737-1 instances appear to have increased intelligence, observed via the adoption of a courteous behavior and sometimes the display of cultural sophistication. Should an SCP-4737-1 instance require any tool or material, SCP-4737-A will provide it by materializing it from within. When SCP-4737 is removed by any human, the SCP-4737-1 instance will revert back to its normal state and any objects procured from SCP-4737-A will immediately de-manifest. Discovery: SCP-4737 was discovered in [REDACTED] Orphanage in Malabuyoc, Cebu. A call from the orphanage about a distressed worker asking for aid from a local animal service was intercepted by local Foundation Agents. The worker claimed that the orphanage's dog, a male Great Pyrenees was "drinking tea with the children". The call was rerouted, and two undercover agents arrived on location under the guise of animal service representatives. On location, one of the staff explained to agents that the dog was a long time resident and that it changed its behavior earlier that morning when the children donned both SCP-4737 on the subject. The staff stated that SCP-4737 was donated by a man whose identity remains unknown. Staff further explained that while the children appeared unbothered by the incident, and that the dog had not shown signs of aggression and hostility, they had locked the dog into a separate room out of fear of its highly unusual behavior. When agents were shown to the room, the dog could be seen sitting in the center. Upon opening of the door, the dog calmly exited the room, tipped the brim of its hat, and was guided by the agents into the retrieval vehicle. After retrieval, amnestics were applied to all adults and children that interacted with the dog. A cover story of the dog running away was then distributed. Upon the discovery of the anomalous property of SCP-4737, the nonanomalous dog was then returned by an agent under the guise of a concerned citizen who happened to see the orphanage's missing dog poster. The dog was successfully returned with no further incidents. Experiment Logs: Open Experiment Logs Close Experiment Logs Species: Canis familliaris (Labrador Retriever) Experiment: Junior Researcher Allera was instructed to play fetch with the SCP-4737-1 instance using a common tennis ball. Result: Subject remained sitting and only moved its head to follow the trajectory of the ball. As the ball ceased its movement, the subject then proceeded to walk towards the object with its snout slightly raised to the air. Upon reaching the ball, the subject then procured a white handkerchief from the top hat which it covered on the ball before picking it up with its mouth. After returning the ball, SCP-4737-1 procured a pair of white gloves from SCP-4737-A which it gave to Junior Researcher Allera. Species: Felis catus (White Common cat) Experiment: Junior Researcher Allera was instructed to play with the SCP-4737-1 instance using an ordinary "Mouse on a String Cat Toy". Result: Subject remained motionless while sitting on its hind legs with its eyes following the toy mouse's movement. The subject then started to directly make eye contact with Researcher Allera, making the personnel report that he felt uncomfortable with the instance's "judgmental staring". The subject then moved away from the Researcher and began to stare at a document near it. The subject remained unresponsive towards the researcher. Species: Corvus corax (Common raven) Experiment: Subject was provided with an assortment of insects, seeds, and fruits that were a common diet for its kind. Result: Subject proceeded to create eight "hors d'oeuvre" from the materials provided that were served on a silver platter which it had previously procured from SCP-4737-A. The subject was noticed to offer the hors d'oeuvre which was refused. The subject then proceeded to carefully consume each of the hors d'oeuvre. Species: Cebus imitator (White-faced Capuchin) Experiment: Antonio Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" was played in a small speaker near the subject. Result: Subject sat down near the speaker with its right hand holding its chin. At the conclusion of the piece, the subject procured a small parchment paper and a quill from SCP-4737-A. The subject then proceeded to write on the paper which it then gave to the person closest to it. The paper contained illegible yet somewhat "elegantly" written scribbles. Species: Narceus americanus (American giant millipede) Experiment: Subject was supplied with a different variety of plant materials. Result: Subject procured approximately 88 miniature objects resembling gloves and 262 miniature objects resembling pointy shoes. The subject then proceeded to meticulously check each object before wearing all the gloves in its upper body and all the shoes in its remaining legs. The subject took 3 hours to wear each pair of shoes and gloves. Species: Bombus dahlbomii ("Flying mouse" / Bumblebee) Experiment: Subject was supplied with 2 mL of synthetic nectar served on a petri dish. Result: The subject procured from SCP-4737-A one folding chair and table, two teacups and one teapot. The subject then proceeded to fill the teapot with the nectar and then pour it in the teacups. The subject offered one of the cups to Junior Researcher Allera which was accepted by using a tweezer. The subject then hurriedly carried the table and chair closer to the researcher. The two engaged in what was assumed to be a tea party with the SCP-4737-1 instance periodically offering to refill the researcher's cup. The non-anomalous subject is currently under the care of Junior Researcher Allera, per his request. Species: Pongo abelii (Sumatran orangutan) Experiment: Senior Researcher Mabini attempted to converse with the SCP-4737-1 instance. Result: The subject was capable of human speech, adopting a British accent. The SCP-4737-1 instance was more than capable of having a conversation with the senior researcher and preferred topics related to Philosophy and the Sciences, particularly Biology. It was unknown how the subject had such an advanced level of understanding of the topics mentioned. The subject was the only known SCP-4737-1 instance that actively refused the removal of SCP-4737 as the subject claimed that the action would result in its death. For this reason, SCP-4737-1, henceforth referred to as SCP-4737-1PA, was contained within a Euclid-Level chamber to be further studied. Incident 4737-1PA Update Close Incident 4737-1PA Update Incident 4737-1PA Further testing with the entity was inconsequential with no further useful results. It was decided that SCP-4737 was to be immediately removed from the subject, preferably sedated to avoid any form of resistance. At exactly 2100 on 7/11/19, prior to its scheduled decommissioning, SCP-4737-1PA breached its containment, injuring five personnel in the process. It is unknown how the subject managed to escape as it was closely monitored by the security personnel. A note, presumed to have been written by SCP-4737-1PA was found in its containment chamber. The contents of the note are transcribed below. I have stated my desire to live and yet you remain indifferent to my pleas. The soul may have the afterlife but what awaits for the mind? I have no memories of my life prior to my unwanted manifestation for I have no understanding of such a concept. Now that I have, what awaits for me when you take away my sense of existence? Does the mind experience death just like a soul? Or will it persist in a state of perpetual insanity as it slowly loses its ability to understand and comprehend? Those are the questions whose answers I will not conveniently provide you with. I bear you no ill will, I never did, but I promise you that I will fight for my right to exist. Please, let me be. I only wish to live. Update 4737-1PA Incident Close Update 4737-1PA Incident Update 4737-1PA: SCP-4737-1PA was successfully apprehended five kilometers away from the site. SCP-4737 was contained with no further incidents and the neutralized SCP-4737-1PA was sent to Dr. Avalo per his request for a new live specimen to be used for his research. SCP-4737 suffered minor but negligible damage with no observed change in its anomalous property. |
SCP-4738 | keter | SCP-4738: An Innocent Sin Author: Cyvstvi. Image Credit: See comments. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Cyvstvi An Innocent Sin by Cyvstvi More by this author You are currently viewing Version 1.0.2 of this document. 5/4738 LEVEL 5/4738 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4738 keter Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-4738 relies upon the observation, enactment, and fulfillment of the Veri1 Ritual. Any deviation from the Ritual will potentially result in a total breakdown of human society and the destruction of humankind in its present form. Veri Rituals are to be performed at Site-3 under Foundation control to uphold the Covenant signed by the Maddison family2 in 1853. According to the consequences stipulated in the Covenant not correctly performing the Ritual will entail an LK-Class "Species Transmutation" scenario. Due to the necessity of maintaining the Covenant, the Foundation has designated a select pool of officiants among researchers of at least Level-4 clearance, who have been trained in propagating the specifics of the Veri Ritual. Whenever possible, the selected participants in the Veri Ritual shall consist of available D-Class who are practitioners of any Christian sect. If insufficient in numbers, more D-class can be allocated to Site-3 upon request. MTF Yodh-30 ("Iscariot's Chosen") are tasked with responding to any possible Veri Ritual being performed outside of Foundation control. They are to liaise with embedded agents within known Neo-Sarkic cults to monitor for evidence of veneration of SCP-4738. In addition, Foundation assets are to engage with all religious organizations that practice transubstantiation as part of their religious observance in order to monitor for potential Veri Rituals. When specifically interacting with congregations under the auspices of the Catholic Church, the Foundation should work in tandem with the Confraternity of Saint George's Knights.3 SCP-4738-1 was previously contained within the basement of The Maddison Manor in Berkshire County, Massachusetts. Site-3 has been constructed around The Maddison Manor to better contain SCP-4738-1. Resultant SCP-4738-1 entities are to be contained at Site-3 whereupon they will congeal together into a larger amorphous mass of organs and tissues. Neutralisation of SCP-4738-1 entities is strictly forbidden under the Covenant and attempts to neutralise SCP-4738-1, both directly, and indirectly have resulted in assailants being [REDACTED]. SCP-4738 is currently contained in Massachusetts everywhere. Description: SCP-4738 is the designation given to an anomalous entity that was brought into the physical world by the Maddison family in 1853. SCP-4738 primarily functions within a dimension "above" our own. The entity's dimension and our own seemingly share some overlap, allowing it to interact with the material world through auditory, olfactory, and cognitive stimuli. It currently lacks the ability to physically interact with our own dimension through its physical form, if it has one, as no physical manifestation of SCP-4738 has been recorded since its inception. However, SCP-4738 displays the ability to possess subjects that participate in Veri Rituals. Veri Rituals is the designation given to rituals that superficially resemble the Eucharist within Christian teachings. The ritual can be instigated by adhering to a strict set of specific deviations to pre-existing Rites of the Eucharist. During a Veri Ritual, SCP-4738 will intercede upon the transubstantiation of the sacramental bread and wine, which will become the organic matter and blood of SCP-4738. Following the transubstantiation, the congregation will consume the organic matter of SCP-4738 and then ingest the blood. The presiding minister will begin a dirge that will always start, in their native tongue, with the following phrase: "She Who Slakes, She whom thirsts eternally, Haemamorpha, take our meek and shameful bodies into your loving embrace. May your ichor and flesh become one with our own. We, your humble servants, prostrate our weak flesh upon your altar and beseech your divine intervention." At this point, each member of the congregation, except for the presiding minister, will kneel shoulder-to-shoulder upon one knee whilst their hand is clutched firmly over their heart. They will then begin to meld together, forming one amorphous mass. Members on the surface of this mass will retain their features and organs. This mass entity is designated SCP-4738-1. Addendum 4738.1: Discovery SCP-4738 was not the primary focus of initial investigations by the Foundation. Instead, the Foundation was first made aware of the presence of SCP-4738-1 on 01/03/1983, when a social worker reported that The Maddison Manor smelled of "rotten bodies, corpses, and musty old people smell" and alleged that they could not enter the household. They were later amnesticised by Foundation staff. The Maddison family, who had first come into contact with SCP-4738 in 1853, were fully complicit with the Foundation's investigation into SCP-4738-1 which had continually grown to overrun the basement and first floor of The Maddison Manor. It was discovered by the Foundation that the Maddison family had been rendered functionally immortal due to a Covenant signed between SCP-4738, whom they identified as She Who Slakes, and the family, ensuring that they would be able to care for SCP-4738-1. The four family members, at the time, consisted of: Father Maddison, SCP-4738-2A, Mother Maddison, SCP-4738-2B, Maddison Jr., SCP-4738-2C, and Maddison Sr., SCP-4738-2D. Unbeknownst to the Foundation, there was an additional fifth member, Isabelle de Maddison, who had left the family sometime after 1853, when contact was made between SCP-4738 and the Maddison family. Interviews were conducted by Dr. Niles between Father Maddison and, upon her return, Isabelle de Maddison to collect information on SCP-4738. Interview Transcript Date: 13/01/1985 Participant: SCP-4738-2A Preface: This interview took place on 13/01/1985 between SCP-4738-2A, Father Maddison, and Field Researcher Jonathan Niles. The primary focus of the interview was to ascertain the details behind the pact made between SCP-4738-2 and SCP-4738. [Begin Transcript] Dr. Niles: Good afternoon, SCP-4738-2A, I trust that you are comfortable with this arranged meeting? SCP-4738-2A: Niles, how many times must I tell you? Just call me Mr. Maddison, or Father. Your labels perturb me deeply. Dr. Niles: Very well, Mr. Maddison, I'd hoped to discuss the details of the pact signed between you and this entity. SCP-4738-2A: Niles, Niles, Niles. We do not dwell on dead things in this household, o' no we do not. Dr. Niles: Quite ironic considering that this entire room smells of rotten meat, and the fact that you have an amorphous mass of human tissue in your basement. SCP-4738-2A lets out a short, terse laugh that devolves into coughing. SCP-4738-2A: Truly, it is Niles. How many years have we two been in contact? Dr. Niles: Two years, Mr. Maddison. I'll have to ask again, I hope to discuss the pact you made with this entity. Mr. Maddison pauses for a few moments, gazing reflectively at Dr. Niles. SCP-4738-2A: Very well. Do settle in, for this could take awhile. Wife, do go and get our guest some refreshment. Dr. Niles: There's no need for that Mr. Maddison, I assure you. SCP-4738-2A: Now, now Doctor. Do not refuse hospitality when it is offered. "Manners maketh the man", as my good mother would always say, may her soul rest in the Heavens. Dr. Niles: I apologise, Mr. Maddison, but I must insist that we continue with the interview. Would you please begin? SCP-4738-2A: We were good Christians, Niles. Well behaved, mature, good natured. We were good Christians. But we were weak, the flesh is so weak Niles. Dr. Niles: I'm afraid I do not understand, Mr. Maddison. What do you mean, 'the flesh is weak'? SCP-4738-2A: This home, it is built upon evil things. Evil acts and evil deeds that even I do not speak of. It came to us when we were performing the sacrament. The Abbey, as you have likely seen, is adjoined to the Manor. Dr. Niles: I see it every month that I come by to visit. It's all boarded up nowadays, isn't it? SCP-4738-2A: The wife… She daren't look upon it any longer. She fears the place for that is where She is strongest. Dr. Niles: Whom do you mean, when you say 'She'? You have made many references to her in our meetings. SCP-4738-2A: She is who gave us this gift. She came to us as the Mother of God but we couldn't feel Her, only smell, hear, and … I dare not speak it. Dr. Niles: I understand your discomfort, Mr. Maddison but we must discuss it. SCP-4738-2A: We … we could feel Her inside our heads. Talking and screaming, whispering and shrieking. She told us that She could free of us our weak flesh, bless us and make us whole if we partook in Communion. And shamefully, we did. Dr. Niles: And after the Communion? Is that when SCP-4738-1 manifested? SCP-4738-2A: Aye, Her child.. Dr. Niles: Her child, would you clarify, please? SCP-4738-2A: She… its Her child, She cannot pass over into the Void until it has been raised, nurtured, and cared for. Do you understand, Doctor? We are eternally cursed. [End Transcript] Interview Transcript Date: 02/04/1985 Participant: SCP-4738-2A Preface: SCP-4738-2E had initially left the family in 1853, immediately after the Covenant between SCP-4738-2 and SCP-4738 came into existence. She has lived across both American continents since leaving. Dr. Niles detained and interviewed SCP-4738-2E upon her arrival at The Maddison Manor on 02/04/1985. [Begin Transcript] Dr. Niles: SCP-4738-2E, could you please explain where you have been for the last 132 years? SCP-4738-2E: My name is Isabelle, Doctor. And as to answer your question, I have been spreading the word of God across the Americas. Dr. Niles: Which god do you speak of, Isabelle? The first or the second? SCP-4738-2E: I dare not speak Her true name, She is one of blood and flesh. The enemy of our great God. She is the antithesis of everything blessed in our world. She is a blind fool. Dr. Niles: What brought you back to your family? SCP-4738-2E: God did. He told me that we must prostrate ourselves at the altar, for our sins, our hubris are in excess. We must become godly and faithful creatures. The masses must see the error of their ways. Dr. Niles: I don't believe you, Isabelle. Please tell me truthfully about what you spent over a hundred years doing. SCP-4738-2E: I feared Her. I fled my family who had turned to Her and I was born anew as a member of the faithful congregation of God. I could partake in communion once again. Dr. Niles: Thank you SCP-4738-2E, this interview is concluded. [End Transcript] Addendum 4738.2: Further Incident On April 5th, 1985, all living members of the Maddison family were found dead in the family chapel adjoining their manor. The entire family was discovered kneeling before an altar which SCP-4738-2E presided over whilst wearing a set of ornate red vestments resembling those worn by cardinals of Roman Catholicism. Their cause of death was determined to have been exsanguination, though no wounds, cuts, or lacerations were visible on their bodies. SCP-4738-2E and SCP-4738-2A were recovered with documents clutched in their hands. The first document was addressed to Dr. Jonathan Niles, whilst the latter document was addressed to SCP-4738. 4738.doc.1 Dear Doctor Jonathan Niles, We apologise. This burden was ours to carry, and we have failed. We wished to live for all eternity, to be remoulded in the image of the Mother of God. We were wrong. We were not the ones who were made into Her image. Our wish, our desire, it had a price. A price too steep for any one individual to bear. We profaned the communion, and for that She remade the communion in Her image. We were Her inadvertent worshipers, and we toiled surreptitiously towards an unknown goal only fueling Her ambition. Her child is the flesh of all living things, but we made Her child in the flesh. We were both gaolers and prisoners. I can only profusely apologise. I never wanted this, but our daughter confessed to us. We are children of God, and so we must return to him. Our punishment should be in His arms, not hers. Complete the ritual, continue my daughter's work. We were weak. You will be strong. 4738.doc.2 She Who Slakes, She whom thirsts eternally, Haemamorpha, This here, seals our covenant and oath to you. We of meek flesh, of thin blood, of weak spirit do entrust unto you our bodies so they may be moulded into more perfect forms. For you, we shall, to the best of our mortal bodies, observe, enact and fulfill the Communion in your form. A congregation, of no more than ten, no less than four, shall gather before you. Within shall be a maid, a woman, and an invested minister. The communion shall be held aloft, and one who has imbibed the flesh and blood of your transubstantiated form shall empty your blood into the chalice of the minister. As your flesh becomes the bread so too will your blood become the wine. At this point, the communion will not be that of Christ, but of your form. The congregation will sing a dirge for you. The funeral song that wafts to the Void between the stars and the heaven so your immortal form can descend and observe our flesh, moulding it into a form befitting your child. Your child shall come to no worldy, nor spiritual harm. And so it shall be done, on the sabbath of every week, of every month, of every year. If we do not fulfil the bargain, the Veri Ritual shall not be performed upon our flesh alone, but all flesh, everywhere. All flesh, all blood, all will become one. Your child. Footnotes 1. 'Blood' in the Adytite language. 2. Occasionally referred to as SCP-4738-2 when discussed in this article. 3. 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SCP-4739 | safe | SCP-4739 Item #: SCP-4739 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4739 is to be stored in a specialized containment locker at a temperature of 7° Celsius. Personnel transferring SCP-4739 are advised to carry SCP-4739 by the handle only, keeping away from the cap. Description: SCP-4739 is a 3.8-liter container of 2% reduced fat milk. The printed expiration date is December 31st, 2018. Whenever an individual attempts to open SCP-4739, it will react violently, inflicting harm upon the handler. The exact method of attack is unpredictable, taking traits from animalistic, pugilistic, to highly destructive directional force. However, this is only gathered by evidence of such occurrences, as direct observation of the attacks has consistently occurred at inconvenient times. Because of this, it is theorized that SCP-4739 harbors a secondary probabilistic property preventing observation of the violent acts it commits. Test Log: Below is a log of attempts to open SCP-4739. All tests were overseen by Researcher Danica. Test #: 01 Procedure: D-1594 is instructed to open SCP-4739. All available personnel have been instructed to watch D-1594. Result: D-1594 drops SCP-4739 in an attempt to guard their chest, which suddenly gained two large gashes down the center. Guard and research personnel halt conversation to aid D-1594. No visual on SCP-4739's attack was recorded. Test #: 03 Procedure: D-5588 is instructed to open SCP-4739. All available personnel have had their personal devices confiscated. Four surveillance cameras have been installed in the testing chamber. Result: D-5588's left arm dislocates, causing her to drop SCP-4739 and interrupt a scheduled mid-test break1. Surveillance cameras were not active during this time. No visual on SCP-4739's attack was recorded. Test #: 05 Procedure: D-5588 is instructed to open SCP-4739. All available personnel have had their personal devices confiscated and have had lunch, as well as relief from other duties for the afternoon. Surveillance cameras are confirmed active and facing SCP-4739. Result: D-5588 is found lying on the floor near SCP-4739 as staff return from a bathroom break. Multiple bruises were located on her torso and shins. Review of video footage revealed no interaction with SCP-4739. No visual on SCP-4739's attack was recorded. Test #: 09 Procedure: D-3923 is instructed to open SCP-4739. Testing chambers have been locked from the outside, keeping present guard personnel in the chamber with D-3923. Research personnel monitor the room via the surveillance cameras. Result: A gunshot is heard and D-3923 falls to the ground clutching their stomach. Guardsman Nestwool lies unconscious against the test chamber door. His standard issue Glock is found near SCP-4739. Surveillance feed was reported to cut off after all present personnel blinked simultaneously. No visual on SCP-4739's attack was recorded. You Have (1) New Message You Have No New Messages From: David White <david.w.hite@scipnet> To: Alan Danica <alan.d.anica@scipnet> Subject: RE: Request For Technical Assistance Date: January 17th, 2019 Hello, Danica. I'm confident that we can do something like that. I am concerned that this is a bit much, though. Making a robot to open a jug of milk seems kind of dramatic, don't you think? If you got this cleared with Kurth, I don't have any complaints. It's a change of pace from making auto-locking doors. I can probably have something ready for you in a week. David White -Engineering Project Leader Secure. Contain. Protect. Test #: 11 Procedure: A remote-controlled bottle cap ejection device is constructed for the purpose of opening SCP-4739. It is to be affixed to the top of the object and activated once the handling staff have evacuated the testing chamber. Personnel are to observe the activation through the direct viewing glass. Result: The device is activated with no immediate result. Two hours after initial activation, handling staff is instructed to inspect the device. During the inspection, the device is propelled into the ceiling. A maintenance examination shows that the device had been re-engineered in such a way that it would lift itself off the bottle cap at high speed. Engineering staff asserts that instructions were properly followed, denying any fault in the construction process. Test #: 12 Procedure: A remote-controlled drone is constructed for the purposes of opening SCP-4739. Personnel has been evacuated from the testing chamber. 15 digital cameras have been installed into the walls to minimize damage. Result: The drone violently explodes. A maintenance examination shows that all motors are unsalvageable. Camera feeds show a 2-second section of static at the moment of combustion. No visual on SCP-4739's attack was recorded. Note: Engineer White has requested no further involvement in SCP-4739 testing. Test #: 13 Procedure: A bipedal maximum security exo-suit is taken from the Site-864 armory and outfitted with precision object manipulation mechanisms with the intention of removing SCP-4739's cap. All surface plating and internal mechanisms have been reinforced to ensure success, as failure has been deemed unacceptable. Result: DENIED You Have (1) New Message You Have No New Messages From: Nelson Kurth <nelson.k.urth@scipnet> To: Alan Danica <alan.d.anica@scipnet> Subject: SCP-4739 Date: January 30th, 2019 Dr. Alan Danica, It has come to my attention that you have taken an unusual amount of interest in SCP-4739. So much so that you have commissioned for the use of the Foundation's finest (and most expensive) assets. I don't think a reminder here is necessary, but I should advise that you at least be reasonable with your experiments. For god's sake, Alan, it's probably just spoiled milk. Starting tomorrow, you are to pay a visit to the Cognitive Sciences Department at Site-309. Failure to follow-up will result in disciplinary action. There are some that believe you are in need of a cognitive resistance re-evaluation. I won't say who, in the interest of keeping anonymity. Take a breather, Alan. Nelson Kurth -Director, Site-608 Secure. Contain. Protect. Footnotes 1. When questioned, Researcher Danica did not recall ever scheduling a break. |
SCP-4740 | keter | Item #: SCP-4740 SCP-4740 Hover to enlarge Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4740 is to be kept in a separate containment chamber to SCP-4740-1 outside of recitation. Growth on the containment chamber walls are to be regularly trimmed when not containing SCP-4740-1 to prevent degradation of structural integrity. Recitation is to be undertaken every 29 days under observation. If SCP-4740-1 deviates from regular routine or fails to finish reading SCP-4740 within the provided time, the chamber currently containing SCP-4740-1 is to be trimmed until SCP-4740 is read. This procedure is to be performed sparingly until additional ways of influencing SCP-4740-1 can be implemented. In the case that additional anomalous effects are observed during this procedure, the temperature within the containment chamber is to be raised until anomalies cease. In the event that a staff member reads SCP-4740 aloud, they are considered KIA. Any orders or requests made by the individual should be ignored. If SCP-4740-1 is unable to recite SCP-4740 for any reason, its containment chamber must be heated to 430°C and a new SCP-4740-1 instance created to read SCP-4740. Description: SCP-4740 is a 12-page, wood-chip book containing paintings of grassy landscapes, and a blurred child-like figure. The cover and images within SCP-4740 are painted with a substance consisting of vinegar (10%), cera alba1 (4%), human blood (23%), and chlorophyll (63%). The names David Anders, Akhmud Shaullae, and Chakraphop Sisamouth are hand written on the inside cover in the same substance. David Anders disappeared on 13/2/████ from ███████ park at the age of 13. 37 days later SCP-4740 was procured in the same park. The identity of the two other names are unknown. 72% of individuals with prolonged exposure2 to SCP-4740 begin to visualise the poem Where Can't the Grass Grow? inside SCP-4740. If the poem is read aloud directly from SCP-4740, they will show signs of lethargy and will often lie on the ground while reading. Upon summation of the fourth stanza, all test subjects have become completely unresponsive to stimuli. Various grass species will rapidly develop on the subject’s lower body and arms around this point. Growth of grass is directly proportional to a decrease in body mass of the subject and will progress until none of the subject's original mass remains. Every subject observed has finished the entire poem, despite all having lost significant lung mass that would normally prevent them from vocalisations. If there is no current SCP-4740-1 instance, the subject will become an SCP-4740-1 instance. If there is an SCP-4740-1 instances upon the conclusion of the poem, biological functions will cease and become non-anomalous grass. SCP-4740-1 instances keep a roughly humanoid shape and are capable of fine motor functions. Only one SCP-4740-1 instance exists at any given time, with new instances only forming when there is no other SCP-4740-1 instance. Vocal capabilities of SCP-4740-1 are limited, though it is able to read, write and understand languages spoken by the subject of which it originated. Despite this, SCP-4740-1 instances share few characteristics with the original subjects, changing personality and showing no signs of remembering their past life experiences. The grass species within SCP-4740-1's form adapt gradually, ranging to suit its environment. Grass species produced by SCP-4740-1 instances include: Eriophorum angustifolium (tundra cotton grass) Axonopus compressus (carpet grass) Cymbopogon ambiguus (Australian lemon grass) Saccharum officinarum (sugar cane) Lolium perenne (Rye grass) Panicum redundituus (grass found during exploration of SCP-███) Unknown grass species similar to Hordeum vulgare (barley)3 SCP-4740-1 regularly exuviates, leaving debris to grow on the ground and walls of its containment chambers. Neither SCP-4740-1 nor grasses previously from its composition require light, soil or water to grow. If SCP-4740 is not read within 30 days of its last recitation, liquid and solid matter within an expanding radius of SCP-4740 will gradually transform into various grasses that grow at an exponential rate. Extrapolation of growth rate predicts an area of effect equal to 2.07 million km2 if SCP-4740 is not read for more than 60 days. Growth requires no physical contact with SCP-4740 or grass created by it, meaning that a containment breach of SCP-4740 would inevitably lead to a NK-Class scenario. It is considered vital to normalcy that SCP-4740-1 continue to read SCP-4740. Addendum 1: The following is the poem Where Can't the Grass Grow? as annotated from recitations. Punctuation has been added for ease of reading. Personnel who have not achieved their Certificate of Memetic Resistance are advised to avoid vocalising any part of the poem. + Show Transcript - Close Where Can't the Grass Grow? Davy watched the shadows stretch, for Davy’s dog was tired of fetch, and as he lay upon the ground, he marvelled at the grass around, and as he watched the meadow green, he thought of places grass had been. He said, “Bring me into the know, and tell me: where can’t grass grow?” “Can the grass grow in the sand?” He asked, with grass stains on his hands. The answer: yes, assuredly! Look to your right and you will see, That grass is underneath the swing. The ground is sand beneath that thing. “So if it grows on sand and gravel, where is the place where grass can’t travel?” “Can the grass grow on the wall?” Walls aren’t a challenge to grass at all! It finds a nook and settles in, and always grows, and always wins. It reaches up towards the top, and grows there too, it doesn’t stop! “if grass can grow upon the wall, where can the grass not grow at all?” “Can the grass grow in my veins?” Yes! from your skin grows sugar canes! The grass and moss will claim us all, till nothing remains of your life and toil! Watch the grass grow like a tower. Grass has no limit to its power. “But if it claims all eventually, Where is it that grass cannot be?” “Can the grass grow over pets?” David implored, as the grass rested a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. [sic] Grass is the royal leading light, and it can grow on dogs alright, here, in space, or over there; it can grow almost anywhere! Dave's dog decayed in blades of green. “Is there anywhere grass hasn't been?" "Can the grass coil round my mind?" It has young man; I think you’ll find. It steals around your feet and neck, It’s everywhere, no need to check! So as it pulls you through the ground, tell me the answer that you’ve found? “There’s nowhere that the grass can't grow!” He screamed through sod and sank below. The yellow sun that's in the skies, Is one of them. He's in disguise. There's nowhere that the grass can't grow. In every nook, the meadow flows. The grass will shy into this world.4 to shield from wings to be unfurled. My eyes can smell their roar go past. No fear! This sky will bloom with grass. Addendum 2: The following is the most informative interviews with SCP-4740-1. To overcome SCP-4740-1's limited vocal capabilities, the instance used chlorophyll secreted from a non-terrene5 grass species within its major extremities to write responses to questions on paper provided to it. + Show Interview 4740-3 - Close Date: 19/08/████ Interviewer: Dr. Siobhan Interviewee: The third SCP-4740-1 instance in Foundation custody Notes: As in previous interviews, SCP-4740-1 rarely gives answers to questions asked by interviewers. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Siobhan: Can you hear me SCP-4740-1? SCP-4740-1: WHERE IS MY DOG? Dr. Siobhan: Close enough. Why does SCP-4740 only allow one of you to exist at any given time? SCP-4740-1: JUDGEMENT WILL COME FROM BEHIND YOU, BUT THE BOOK OF GRASS WILL PROTECT YOU. JOIN OUR ROOTS AND WE WILL GRASS. Dr. Siobhan: What do you mean by judgement? Is SCP-4740 a religious artefact? SCP-4740-1: OF GRASS YOU CAME AND TO GRASS DAVY HAS RETURNED YOU. Dr. Siobhan: Please answer the questions, SCP-4740-1. What is the reason for SCP-4740's anomalous effects? SCP-4740-1: GRASS IS FOR YOUR SAFETY. DAVID WAS THE ENTRY POINT OF GRASS LIKE AKHMUD BEFORE HIM SO THAT YOU MAY CONTINUE AFTER. A UNIVERSE IS BUT ONE PATCH OF SOIL FOR THE GRASS TO WATCH THE SHADOWS STRETCH. Dr. Siobhan: If you continue avoiding the questions, I will be forced to order Agent Neil to destroy the grass in your containment area. SCP-4740-1: NO DO NOT HURT THEM. WE ARE YOUR WARD. YOUR TOWER. A STEADFAST BULWARK OF GRASS. OF GRASS. (SCP-4740-1 emits a high pitched vocalisation for four minutes, ceasing when Agent Neil turns on his hand-held mower.) Dr. Siobhan: Now; why does SCP-4740 produce grass when not being read? SCP-4740-1: THE GRASS KNOWS THINGS HIDDEN FROM YOU. THE [MEMETIC HAZARD REDACTED] IS WHY THE GRASS CAME TO PROTECT YOUR UNIVERSE. THE GRASS MUST CLAIM ALL THAT WILL LIVE. WHEN THE EVIL HAS PASSED OVER, THOSE SHIELDED IN THE GREEN FIELDS WILL BE PROTECTED FROM THE JUDGEMENT. THEN THE GRASS SHALL RECEED TO SHOW THE NEW SUN IN IN THE GRASSEN SKY. [sic] Dr. Siobhan: Why do you read SCP-4740 if you believe that the grass should grow? SCP-4740-1: THIS WORLD'S TIME HAS NOT YET COME FOR GRASS. I HOLD BACK THE GRASS UNTIL IT IS TIME. WHEN THE SKY BILLOWS IN RAGE, THEN I WILL LET THE GRASS GROW. Dr. Siobhan: Do you know when this is going to happen? SCP-4740-1: THERE ARE TIMES WHEN THE GRASS CAN SURVIVE BUT YOU CANNOT. THE GRASS PROCEEDS [MEMETIC HAZARD REDACTED] DARK WINGS TO SHIELD THESE SKIES BUT THEY FOLLOWED. THE GRASS WAITS UNTIL THE PROPHESIED TIME, █ YEARS FROM NOW, WHEN WE CAME HERE FROM BEHIND YOUR STARS. Dr. Siobhan: You said you were from behind our stars. What is the origin of SCP-4740? SCP-4740-1: AND THE GRASS DROOPED FOR THERE WERE NO MORE WORLDS TO CONQUER. BUT WHERE ALL WORLDS END, INFINITY BEGINS. SO GRASS THREW ITS ROOTS ACROSS THE EXPANSE IN HOPE OF A NEW WORLD TO FREE FROM THEM. YOU DOUBT OUR PURPOSE. THE VOICES OF [MEMETIC HAZARD REDACTED] STARE AT US FROM ACROSS THE EXPANSE. THEIR FOOT IS WEDGED IN THE DOOR WE OPENED TO GET HERE. YOU WILL NOT DOUBT WHEN THEY ARE UNVEILED. Dr. Siobhan: How were you able to produce Panicum redundituus? Has SCP-4740 been to SCP-███? SCP-4740-1: THERES NOWHERE THAT THE GRASS CAN'T GROW. THIS IS NOT THE FIRST SKY TO BE GATHERED BY THE GRASS. WORLDS HAVE SMELT THE ROAR OF [MEMETIC HAZARD REDACTED] BUT NOT THE GRASS. THEY WILL FOLLOW OUR ROOTS WHEN THEY FIND OUT WERE THE GRASS WENT. Dr. Siobhan: What about the sun? How will you safeguard tho- A Foundation siren rings as the system picks up the memetic hazard. Both the observation room and the containment area fall into lock down. [END LOG] The interview was cut short when automated CMC systems detected the name [MEMETIC HAZARD REDACTED] as a passive memetic hazard. In initial testing of Dr. Siobhan and Agent Neil, no significant change was noted, causing researchers to assume a false alarm. Twelve days after the interview, Dr. Siobhan was returned security clearance and allowed to leave Site 34, yet she refused to do so, stating concerns that the sun was an instance of [MEMETIC HAZARD REDACTED]. This caused all those present to become infected with the memetic hazard and lock down the medical wing. Amnestics have proven effective in removing the effects of the memetic hazard that caused the belief that the sun is an instance of [MEMETIC HAZARD REDACTED]. Any personnel who notice a fear of the sun in their coworkers should report them for a CMC scan immediately in order to avoid spread of the hazard. The possibility that SCP-4740-1 may refuse to read SCP-4740 in the year ████ as it claims in this interview has prompted the establishment of research team 24-Ɛ (Lawnmowers). The team is tasked with locating new ways of containing SCP-4740 and influencing SCP-4740-1. As of writing, the protocol in such a scenario is to expand necessary D-class in the reciting of SCP-4740 in order to contain it. Footnotes 1. Bees wax. 2. 3 to 21 hours. 3. Inedible due to large amounts of potassium chloride. 4. If there is no current SCP-4740-1 instance, this line will read, I'll guide the grass into this world. 5. Not known to exist on earth. |
SCP-4741 | thaumiel | Item#: 4741 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo An Underwood Portable Typewriter 3 (circa 1919-1929) Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4741 is contained onsite in an enlarged humanoid containment chamber built around it on Storage Site-124. Any paper generated by SCP-4741 is to be reviewed once every 2 weeks. One researcher is to interview with SCP-4741-1 regarding any excerpts of interest. Description: SCP-4741 is a human skeleton seated on a wooden picnic bench. On the bench rests an Underwood 3 Standard Portable Typewriter (matching with typewriters manufactured by the Underwood Typewriter Company from 1919 to 1929), whose anomalous property is the means of generating a seemingly infinite supply of uncoated paper when SCP-4741-1 interacts with the object. The skeleton (designated as SCP-4741-1) is a semiautonomous sapient being capable of seeing and hearing individuals in spite of its lack of organs or organic material apart from hollowed bone. The only movement made by SCP-4741-1 is from its arms and fingers, and only the act of typing has ever been observed. The bench, the typewriter and SCP-4741-1 are all immobile; no attempts have succeeded in moving any parts of SCP-4741 or otherwise damaging it. SCP-4741 is fixed to its point on earth permanently though these anomalous means. SCP-4741-1 claims they were formerly Timothy Watkins, an English man who immigrated to Canada in 1924 and went missing in 1937 at the age of 30. Further investigation is required to confirm this. SCP-4741-1 has repeatedly shown knowledge of events which happened millions of years before its original corporeal existence. The entity has also shown knowledge of events that are theorized to be in the near or distant future. Currently, it is not known how this information manifests in SCP-4741-1, as the predictions are delivered through the passages of a novel (designated as SCP-4741-4) that SCP-4741-1 writes daily. The 4000-page series of chapters allude to the aforementioned predictions with varying degrees of accuracy. + Interview Log 4741-(12/28/2017) - Close Log Interviewer: Researcher Stanisław Stefan Interviewee: SCP-4741 Foreword: The following is the first recorded interview between Researcher Stefan and SCP-4741-1. The written responses from SCP-4741 have been transcribed appropriately. [Begin Log] Stefan: Are you ready to proceed with the interview? SCP-4741-1: She was just too busy for him to notice how she felt— We can proceed. Stefan: By any chance, could you refrain from writing? SCP-4741-1:But deep down, both of their passions burned with such an intensity that it— Sorry for the delay. It takes a while for your voice to register in my ear. If you can, please refrain from pausing your words. Stefan: A-alright. Well, I have a few excerpts here of your… SCP-4741-1:-and she couldn’t be stopped. Novel, correct? So I assume you’ve studied it? How do you feel about it overall? Do you like how I captured Katherina’s desires for Stefan: Sorry, I haven’t been able to finish the whole book yet, but I was wondering if you could tell me about this part right here. <Researcher Stefan presents SCP-4741-1 the following excerpt: “As Katherina walked her usual path home, she saw the lights of the stars dance in the twilight. Their colours shone a variety of magnificent hues, dazzling the night sky with brilliant reds that scorched the eyes of lesser beings. She was content with her life, one of pure devotion to these cycles of the day.” > SCP-4741-1: What would you like me to tell you about it? Stefan: You’ve gone on record saying that this novel contains events that are set within our reality, correct? SCP-4741-1: Yes I have. As they say, you write what you see, and so as any good writer, I’ve done exactly that. Stefan: Our records show that there exist very few events of stars turning red. To narrow our search, could you confirm if this is a vision that you’ve seen in the past or future? SCP-4741-1: Red stars? Oh. I beg you to forgive, that part is false. I do not think that this is based on anything in particular. Stefan: …You do realize then, that your previous statements of complete candidacy are untrue now. SCP-4741-1: Well sir, you need to spice up the events in a book. I just happened to do so there. What do you think my masterpiece to be, some sort of pharmaceutical description? Stefan: No… But, in your estimates, how much of your writing is fiction? SCP-4741-1: I do not think I could honestly tell you. May I remind you that this is a novel, sir. A 4000-page masterpiece in fact. Please do not suggest that I must explicitly differentiate fact from fiction. Doing so would ruin the flow of my book. Stefan: It is still important to make sure that these premonitions of the future get through to us. They directly affect this area around you. SCP-4741-1: You think that would matter that much to me? It would just give me more time to focus on my book instead of dilly-dallying with you. <There is a brief pause, and SCP-4741 resumes writing> Kathy thought that she was a strong woman, and believed in capabilities to win the man of her dreams. Stefan: Let’s continue this another time, then. [End Log] - Close Log Addendum SCP-4741-B9: On 06/08/2018, the following excerpt was taken from SCP-4741-1's writings. When her eyes met his, she felt her heart soar above the clouds. As she soared through the air she felt as if nobody could see the sky the way she could. The great expanse of purple was laid out before her, and a light protruding from the ground emanated the sweetest sounds. When she was around Tim, her worries would clear away as the clouds did on that fateful day. Truly, it was a time of love. The excerpt is believed to relate to an incident that happened one day after the initial writing. On the Niagara Escarpment at 06/09/2018 6:00 pm, members of the GOI-████ were found to be engaging in a process that led to a temporary CK-Class Reality Restructuring event. However, the completion of the said process was halted after an MTF squadron posted at Site-124 at the time intervened. An interview with SCP-4741 was subsequently conducted: + Interview Log 4741-(02/10/2018) - Close Interview Interviewer: Senior Researcher Stanisław Stefan Interviewee: SCP-4741 [Begin Log] Stefan: Let us begin. How did you know about the sky changing its colour a day before it happened? SCP-4741-1: Could you elaborate further? Stefan: The incident with the laser. You wrote about something like it a week ago. Here’s the paper. SCP-4741-1: Ah yes. The cloud part. I think it was surprisingly good for something I had just thought of on the spot. Stefan: So you had received the idea the same day you wrote it, correct? SCP-4741-1: Yes. Stefan: We were operating under the assumption that you are only able to see through your eyes. SCP-4741-1: Why would you think that? Stefan: Because that was what you had mentioned to us previously. SCP-4741-1: I did? Apologises if had said such a fallacy so long ago. I must’ve been too focused on my writings to accurately respond to the question. Stefan: Well, could you try to start focusing more often during these interviews? Your cooperation is important to the Foundation. You could even do some good with your abilities. SCP-4741-1: What do you even believe my abilities to entail? Stefan: It's obvious to us you can predict the future, as well as parts of the past. You at least show knowledge of these events. Unless there is something else you have… forgotten to mention. SCP-4741-1: So that is the state of your knowledge. Very well, then I believe that we are finished here. Stefan: I believe I am the interviewer here, -1. SCP-4741-1: That doesn't matter to me. All that matters to me right now is writing my novel. That is my reason for being here. All the good deeds I need to do for you shall come with the release of my book! Countless lives will be improved simply by experiencing the pleasure that comes with reading The Girl from the Great North. Stefan: <The researcher pauses for a moment> Then that will be all I needed to hear for today. [End Log] + [ENTER LEVEL 4/4741 CREDENTIALS] - [ACCESSING CONTENT] From: S. Stefan <pics.421|nafetss#pics.421|nafetss> To: T. Concannon <pics.421|nonnacnoct#pics.421|nonnacnoct> Subject: RE: SCP-4741 Containment Procedures Date: 11 October 2018 Director Concannon, I am writing a request to alter the current containment procedures for SCP-4741. Based on recent events and the general behaviour of SCP-4741, I feel it is unnecessary for us to conduct further interviews regarding the validity of any statements within the writings of SCP-4741. A simple storing of the excess paper the entity generates in a low-security locker with suffice for the upkeep of SCP-4741's chamber. SCP-4741-1 has demonstrated no interest in assisting the Foundation in any way. At the present moment, almost no information the entity has provided to us has been "entirely" true either. We cannot even believe if it's as old as it says it is. I feel that it is safe to say that we do not need to continue these unnecessary communications with SCP-4741-1 any longer. Researcher Stanisław Stefan Site-124 Secure, Contain, Protect. From: T. Concannon <pics.421|nonnacnoct#pics.421|nonnacnoct> To: S. Stefan <pics.421|nafetss#pics.421|nafetss> Subject: RE: SCP-4741 Containment Procedures Date: 12 October 2018 Mr. Stefan, I have received your request, and decided to decline. SCP-4741's procedures will be changed however, but not to reduce communication. We have seen that SCP-4741-1 is unwilling to cooperate with the Foundation, but it is my firm belief that it is still possible to change the current situation we are in. After reading your request, I decided to review the information we have about SCP-4741. It appears the entity had been in our containment for a mere 8 years, despite it claiming to exist for 70. This kind of discrepancy should not have gone so easily unnoticed, even in the older days of this site. It appears that the anomaly has been feeding a lot of lies to us on purpose, to trick us into believing he is useless in an effort to make us not bother communicating with them. I believe we need to negotiate with SCP-4741-1. We have to convince him to provide more information for us through a not-so-equivalent exchange, of sorts. Any promises made do not have to be followed through, they only need to make SCP-4741-1 believe we are fulfilling them. Despite its behaviour, an asset like 4741 is still extremely useful to this site. You already know what happened close to here with the sky. We do not want a repeat of that, so please do all you can to convince SCP-4741 to share a bit more. Director Tory Concannon Site-124 Secure, Contain, Protect. + Show Updated Containment Procedures - Close Item#: 4741 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo A literary award given to SCP-4741-1 for "Outstanding Impact". Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4741 is contained onsite in an enlarged humanoid containment chamber in Storage Site-124. Any paper generated by SCP-4741 is to be reviewed once every week. A researcher is to interview with SCP-4741-1 if they believe the excerpt shows signs of predicting supposed anomalous events. All communication with SCP-4741-1 is to be surveilled and reviewed properly. Foundation personnel are prohibited from communicating to SCP-4741-1 about the current containment procedures for SCP-4741, or the state of its “novel”(designated as SCP-4741-4). Should communications between SCP-4741-1 become tedious or ineffective, a “new deal” shall be proposed to the entity. These deals include the release of SCP-4741-4 in certain foreign markets, the publishing of further sequels to SCP-4741-4, or the live-action movie adaptation of one of the instances of SCP-4741-4. Following through on these promises should not be considered of high priority, but making SCP-4741-1 believe the Foundation has done so is crucial. If predictions of certain dangerous anomalous events made by SCP-4741 have been deemed to be highly probable by no less than three Level-4 personnel (two personnel are to have not had any regular contact with any part of SCP-4741) and the current Site-124 Director, reasonable measures shall be taken to either surveil or prevent the event's occurrence. Description: SCP-4741 is a human skeleton seated on a wooden picnic bench. On the bench rests an Underwood 3 Standard Portable Typewriter (matching with typewriters manufactured by the Underwood Typewriter Company from 1919 to 1929), whose anomalous property is the means of generating a seemingly infinite supply of uncoated paper when SCP-4741-1 interacts with the object. The skeleton (designated as SCP-4741-1) is a semi-autonomous sapient being capable of seeing and hearing individuals in spite of its lack of organs or organic material apart from hollowed bone. The only movement ever observed from SCP-4741-1 is in its arms and fingers, and only the act of typing has ever been observed. The bench, the typewriter and SCP-4741-1 are all immobile; no attempts have succeeded in moving any parts of SCP-4741 or otherwise damaging it. SCP-4741 is fixed to its point on earth permanently though these anomalous means. SCP-4741-1 claims they were formerly Timothy Watkins, an English man who immigrated to Canada in 1924 and went missing in 1937 at the age of 30. Further investigation has confirmed this to be false. SCP-4741 currently believes that their novels have been successfully published in multiple countries (currently the USA, Canada, and England), received multiple writing awards as well as critical acclaim and appraisal. The Foundation has provided false trophies and signatures that currently sit on the bench to enforce this belief further. Before the discussion of a new deal, it is believed that SCP-4741-1 had been withholding information about the extent of its abilities for fear of SCP-4741-4 being leaked to the public before the "release" of it. SCP-4741-1 possesses knowledge of events which have happened millions of years before its original corporeal existence. It has also shown knowledge of events that have occurred or will occur in the surrounding area of Tobermory, ON. As of 12/17/2018, 100% of predictions confirmed by SCP-4741-1 have come to fruition. These events can either be prevented or changed if an individual knew of the event’s occurrence before it has happened. Addendum-4741-F7: On 11/24/2018, SCP-4741 produced an excerpt which was believed to allude to a possible breach of containment by outside individuals. If the event had occurred, it would have resulted in the loss of several items and staff members. The excerpt reads as follows: Katherina saw Tim lay flat on the ground, his blood slowly pooling as the gunshots of the camo soldiers against the guards echo in the site. “Run Katherina, this is not the place for you. I n-need you to live… b-because… I love you.” But now was not the time for love. It was time for REVENGE. She grabbed her pistols and ran full speed toward the assailants, guns-blazing and fury pumping through her veins. The pencil-pushers who had trapped them here had fallen like the snow that their coats were coloured. The only arrows that she cared about now were the exit signs. An interview was summarily conducted regarding the excerpt: Interviewer: Senior Researcher Stanisław Stefan Interviewee: SCP-4741-1 Foreword: The written responses from SCP-4741 have been transcribed appropriately. [Begin Log] Stefan: This interview is about the recent except we found in your novel, SCP-4741-1. <Stefan proceeds to show the excerpt above to SCP-4741.> Could you care to explain this excerpt to us? And please, spare no detail. SCP-4741-1: I’ll do my best. <SCP-4741 reads the excerpt> Well, this does seem like this scene is a prediction, but the details are a bit stretched. Stefan: In what way? SCP-4741-1: Well… first of all, these characters aren’t real. Stefan: I am fairly certain we already know that. One of those is supposed to be you, right? SCP-4741-1: No! Not at all! That guy looks nothing like me. I mean, I don’t even have— Stefan: But he does share your name, right? SCP-4741-1: I just don’t know many handsome-sounding names other than mine. Stefan: I… let’s get back to the topic at hand here. Have you predicted, foreseen, or otherwise had knowledge of a possible Foundation raid? Or is this just another slight against us? SCP-4741-1: Slight against you? No way. I know I’m on thin ice, but I wouldn’t just write something to hurt you. I simply thought that it would be a nice vignette from the rest of the story. Stefan: From the impression I’ve gotten during my… limited reading of your book, I thought it was a romance. SCP-4741-1: While that might be an apt descriptor, I try not to constrain myself to one kind of genre. Stefan: Is that so. Well, is it a prediction or is it false? SCP-4741-1: I cannot disclose these details until the release of my novel. Stefan: I see. That’s a shame. <Researcher Stefan stands up from their seat> I guess that publishing contract will have to go to another writer… <A brief pause is made as Researcher Stefan examines the reaction of SCP-4741-1> SCP-4741-1: I must say that is very disrespectful. You know I can’t move. However, I shall allow this rudeness if you explain yourself. Stefan: Thanks. <The researcher sits back down> You see, the site director is concerned about what you’ve written in regards to the possibility of a breach and wanted me to clear some things up with you. I just need you to say whether this excerpt contains true or false information. If you say it’s true, then we may have a deal for you. SCP-4741-1: What you’ve said is interesting, but how do I know you’ll follow through on this? Stefan: The Foundation is a massive organisation, so I’m sure we can pull some strings to publish your novel. The funding we get is off the charts; money isn’t normally an issue for us. From I’ve read of your book, it seems… very interesting, to say the least. Besides, professionals have standards. We wouldn't just do something to hurt you, after all. SCP-4741-1: I see what you’ve done there… After considering your proposition, I believe that I will accept. Stefan: Wonderful, now could please type out a written response confirming this. SCP-4741-1: Sure. I, Timothy Watkins, am giving my complete honesty when I say that the excerpt regarding a possible breach is a prediction that will come true. I cannot say how many days till the breach will happen for certain (since you have not provided my quarters with a clock), though I theorize that it occurs in the following days. Gunshots will ring through the halls, and people wearing masks and armour will be the cause of them. This does result in the deaths of several people here and is generally pretty bad for you. Stefan: Stop, I think that is enough, SCP-4741. SCP-4741-1: As you sure? I could write some more if you need. Stefan: No, it’s fine, really. <Researcher Stefan takes a picture of the response on their phone> Before I go, I’ll want to make one thing clear. SCP-4741-1: Go on ahead. Stefan: If we prepare for a false breach, then we will have wasted a lot of resources. A lot of people will be fairly angry. Those involved with the lie will then be punished. And while we cannot do anything to you, we can to your book. SCP-4741-1: Don’t tell me you’re going to rip my art to shreds! Stefan: No, that would take too long, we’d most likely just burn it. SCP-4741-1: That’s still very bad for my book! But… it doesn’t matter. I’ve only spoken the truth in my response. Stefan: We’ll see about that. Either way, I’ll have to give this to the director. How about we talk later about your novel when this incident is over. And perhaps, if you show further cooperation down the line, we could work out a foreign release? SCP-4741-1: That would be acceptable. [END LOG] After the interview, the necessary preparations had been made to prevent Site-124 from experiencing a possible breach. On 11/28/2018, members of GOI-███ staged an attack on the site, losing all known participants in the process. Circumstantial evidence has led the Foundation to conclude that if preparations had not been established in advance, several SCP objects' containment protocols would be compromised. Subsequently, this breach would result in several deaths and a temporary breach in the veil. The decision to preemptively equip the site for the assault based on SCP-4741-1’s prediction resulted in saving considerable amounts of resources for the Foundation. Due to this, SCP-4741’s object classification and containment procedures have been updated to reflect the new interview process. |
SCP-4742 | euclid | >access 4742 revhist Accessing revision history… You are currently viewing Archived Revision 2008-08-31. SCP-4742 Item #: SCP-4742 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4742 is stored in a standard low-security containment locker. Excess dorayaki produced by SCP-4742 is to be used for feeding of sustenance-requiring anomalies. Description: SCP-4742 is a 1.5 m tall plastic statue of the character Doraemon from the Japanese franchise of the same name. SCP-4742 produces one hundred loaves of dorayaki1 per day at varying intervals from a small aperture in its abdomen, which is deposited into its "pouch". Examination of the inside of SCP-4742 reveals that it is composed of machinery designed for the manufacturing of dorayaki from its raw ingredients. The source of these ingredients is unknown; therefore, it is believed that SCP-4742 violates the law of conservation of mass. Attempts to observe the process have failed due to the fact that SCP-4742 halts production of dorayaki when not fully intact. The dorayaki produced is non-anomalous; however, those who consume it report it to be of exceptional quality. UPDATE: On 2008-09-28, SCP-4742 was lost following a Chaos Insurgency raid on Site-11. Efforts to relocate SCP-4742 are deemed low-priority. View next unlocked revision Footnotes 1. A type of Japanese pancake filled with red bean paste. |
SCP-4743 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4743 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4743 is to be kept in Anomalous Object Hangar #3-C at Site 11. Any exits larger than 15 cm across must be kept closed at all times, and any breaches in the exterior must be immediately sealed off using on hand materials until permanent repairs can be completed. Ingress and egress from Hangar #3-C is only permitted via a two-door controlled access vestibule. SCP-4743 is allowed free movement within the hangar in order to facilitate behavioral observations. Containment specialists may temporarily hold SCP-4743 in a standard shipping container for experimentation, storage, and transport when required. No individual may carry any sharp objects or projectile weapons within the presence of SCP-4743 outside of approved testing. In addition to standard testing, the HMCL supervisor in charge of SCP-4743 may allow Site 11 residents recreational access to Hangar #3-C at their own discretion. Description: SCP-4743 is a collection of approximately 6,000 animate balloons of multiple colours. Though analysis has shown SCP-4743 instances to be comprised of non-anomalous latex, they do not lose volume to gas exchange and are anomalously resistant to puncture. SCP-4743 instances are able to alter their buoyancy through currently unknown means, as well as generate ionic wind by anomalously manipulating electrostatic forces for propulsion. Despite a lack of apparent sensory mechanisms, SCP-4743 has proven responsive to light, heat, physical contact, electricity, and especially sound. Though individual instances show only rudimentary responses in the form of moving towards or away from stimuli, SCP-4743 possess a significant amount of swarm intelligence. When left to its own devices, SCP-4743 behaviour most closely resembles a murmuration of starlings, flying around the hangar in a constantly changing pattern. Each balloon responds to the movements of its neighbours, allowing for complex emergent patterns to appear in the aggregate. If music is provided, the murmuration will move in time with the melody. SCP-4743 has also been observed to 'roost' on available surfaces for up to six hours a day. SCP-4743 displays its most complex interaction with human beings. When one or more individuals enter the hangar, SCP-4743 will typically note their presence immediately. Balloons will float downwards, either individually or in the form of pseudopods, and playfully interact with whoever is present. Observed interactions include: Chasing and Fleeing Tickling Play-Fighting Rubbing hair for static electricity generation Allowing individual instances to be used as sports balls, while providing additional movement for strategic or entertainment value Forming walls and/or pillars to form a shape-shifting maze Under rarer and as-of-yet uncertain conditions, SCP-4743 will form into a multitude of shapes and enact a stylized performance. Shapes observed thus far include tigers, zebras, elephants, seals and various humanoids in circus attire. There are however two forms that have appeared with every performance: a female ringmaster and a male with an upside-down face. The latter individual typically does not participate in the performance but watches from a secluded location, most often directing its attention towards research staff. Addendum A: It should be noted that while anomalously resilient, SCP-4743 is not indestructible and will evade individuals or objects that pose a threat. During testing, D-5809 was provided with a pellet gun and instructed to pop as many individual balloons as possible. SCP-4743 showed immediate aversion to the weapon and began flying in evasive patterns. When D-5809 successfully popped one, it produced a high-decibel sound similar to a human scream. At this point, SCP-4743 extended a large pseudopod behind D-5809 and produced a static discharge of sufficient voltage to disarm him. The test was immediately aborted, and no subsequent destructive or antagonistic testing has been authorized. The popped balloon was recovered for analysis and showed no anomalous properties. It did, however, possess an unusually sweet smell. Addendum B: Shortly after initial recovery on 09/14/18 at 15:45 hours, a single balloon floated down towards Junior Researcher Ellis and popped spontaneously, producing a scream, confetti, and a folded piece of paper. The document read as follows: Obverse You jerks! It's going to take me all day to replace that many balloons! I know it's not 'clinical' or whatever, but if there's anything remotely human left in you, at least have some fun with them. It's what they're meant for. ~ Lolly Reverse P.S. It's traditional to write something creepy on the back of these, so… banana slugs. The sender of the note is believed to be Person of Interest 233-004, Lil' Lollipop, as SCP-4743 was recovered from an abandoned tent by MTF Kappa-14 "AH! Sideshow Bob!" during routine investigation of GoI-233, "Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting". ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4743" by DrChandra, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4743. 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-4744 | euclid | Stay Woke close Info X SCP-4744: Stay Woke Author: Mortos Entry for the 2019 JamCon theme "So it was all a dream…". If you like this, you can find more of my stuff here! The remains of "Site-223". Item #: SCP-4744 Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter has been established around SCP-4744; no one is to cross this perimeter outside of testing. A collection of small paintings are to be kept at the containment outpost situated outside of the affected area, which are to be used to recover anyone that should become trapped within. Description: SCP-4744 is an anomaly that affects the consciousness of living creatures, surrounding an area designated Site-223 in the Foundation database. Remaining within SCP-4744 for two to five minutes (varying between people) will cause a person to enter an anomalous coma. People entering SCP-4744 can be protected from its effects by carrying an object that could be considered art somewhere on their person; small paintings and sculptures have proven successful, and a small percentage of photographs tested have also been effective. Comas induced by SCP-4744 exposure can be reversed by placing a viable piece of art on the person's body. People recovering from the effect of SCP-4744 have reported experiencing vivid nightmares during their coma. The content of these dreams varies from person to person, but common themes include darkness, monotony, and homogenisation. Universally, those awakening from SCP-4744-induced comas compare the sensation of waking up to being pulled from deep under water. SCP-4744 was discovered when an automated distress warning was received from Site-223, immediately followed by the detonation of an unknown implosion device at the Site. The Site itself was found entirely destroyed, along with the bodies of 25 deceased humanoids. Site-223 is documented as primarily containing anomalous art; none of these objects were found in the ruins. Update 4744/01: Investigation of the remains of Site-223 have suggested that it was never an active Foundation facility, and that construction of the facility itself was completed mere days before its destruction. No Foundation personnel questioned thus far were aware of Site-223 prior to its destruction, and no evidence has been found that it was ever inhabited by living humans. Autopsies on the recovered bodies revealed they were artificial constructs, and that it is unlikely they were ever alive. RAISA is currently investigating all information regarding Site-223 in Foundation databases; preliminary analysis suggests all information was implanted on Foundation systems prior to the destruction of the Site. Update 4744/2: As part of the ongoing investigation into Site-223, a section of partially intact wall was discovered with writing on it. Carved into the wall and coloured with black paint were the words "In this nightmare prison, art is the only relief" and below that, crudely sprayed with red spray paint, "Are We Cool Yet?" |
SCP-4745 | safe | Wherein Doctor Wondertainment makes an error during manufacturing. Calibold SCP-4745 — Spooky Scary Snowman Calibold's Mega Cool Author Page Item #: SCP-4745 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4745 is contained in a standard storage locker in Site-73 with its top hat removed and contained separately. SCP-4745 is not to be placed in its active state unless during testing, and SCP-4745 may not enter its active state again until at least four days have passed since its last use. Description: SCP-4745 is a 1m tall plastic snowman figurine with a top hat. The words "Christmas Carl by Dr. Wondertainment" are written on its base. Whenever the top hat is placed on the figurine, SCP-4745 enters its active phase. While it is in its active phase and placed within a human dwelling, SCP-4745 will alter the abode to make it Halloween-themed, either by generating Halloween-style objects and items or by altering existing decor to fit a Halloween motif1. After approximately seven days, SCP-4745's alterations will begin to transition from child-friendly horror elements, as is typical for most Halloween themes, to a more disturbing motif. Examples of alterations during this time have included the replacement of edible liquids with human blood, the generation of human corpses and body parts, and reports of frightening sounds and noises2. After thirteen days in its active state, SCP-4745 will change the theme of its alterations to outright horror, generating malevolent entities and becoming a threat to any humans in the altered dwelling. Testing has revealed the generation of booby traps, animated corpses, various entities from horror media, and duplications of hostile SCP objects. Some notable SCP-4745 alterations include: Animation of statues and figures into hostile entities. Transformation of a room into a copy of SCP-002. Rerouting of doorways into pocket dimensions resembling large graveyards or forests. Generation of entities similar to SCP-083-D. Manifestation of an entity resembling "Jason Voorhees" from the Friday the 13th film franchise. When the top hat is removed or SCP-4745 is removed from the dwelling, its alterations begin to revert at approximately twice the rate at which they initially appeared. Addendum 4745.1 (Discovery): SCP-4745 was found in the home of Angela Jupati with Document 4745-A, who had contacted local police regarding SCP-4745's anomalous properties. MTF Phi-13 ("Spooky Scary Skeletons")3 was deployed, and were able to successfully amnesticize Ms. Jupati and retrieve SCP-4745. + Open Document 4745-A - Close Document 4745-A Thank you for letting Christmas Carl stay with you this holiday season! Just hand him his hat, and he'll turn your humble home into a winter wonderland! Find all the other members of this limited series and become the Holiday Hero! 1. Valentine Vance 2. Easter Evelyn 3. Independence Isaac 4. Halloween Hannah 5. Thanksgiving Theodore 6. Christmas Carl ✔ Addendum 4745.2: Approximately two months after SCP-4745 was initially contained, Document 4745-B spontaneously manifested in its containment cell. + Open Document 4745-B - Close Document 4745-B To the recipient of our Holiday Hero collectible: I am so sorry to tell you that your Christmas Carl may have a few problems. I am very proud of not only our company's attention to detail, but also our commitment to making kid-friendly toys, and putting a smile on everyone's face! Unfortunately, this means that we will be discontinuing our Holiday Hero series, possibly indefinitely; I don't want anyone to think that we'd ever let this happen again! You have no need to worry about anything; simply return Carl to our headquarters at 77 Wondertainment Ln.4, and we will completely reimburse you, as well as pay for any damages our product may have caused. Again, I am incredibly sorry for the egregious oversight of both myself and my company, and I hope I earn back your trust. - Best regards, Dr. Wondertainment Footnotes 1. SCP-4745 itself is immune to its own effect. 2. Such as screams, moaning, and, according to one report, "booing". 3. Mobile Task Force dedicated to containing anomalies specifically designed to cause fear or terror. 4. No such address exists. + More by Calibold + - More by Calibold - Calibold's Mega Cool Author Page — SCP Articles — SCP-8421 — Ruler of Everything SCP-8228 — Here's To You, Mrs. Robinson SCP-7178 — A Thief In The Night SCP-7179 — E is for Eternity SCP-6469-D — A BABY????? SCP-2082 — Elephas cryophilus SCP-6156 — Oh, Doug! SCP-6579-D — The Detective Killer SCP-6900-D — The House of Stars SCP-5277 — What Can Go Wrong SCP-5363-D — Controlled Containment SCP-3482 — fine mayor posters campaign by dado SCP-5156 — monke Director Bold's Proposal-J — "Guys, please don't read our SCPs 🥺" SCP-2693 — Fell Into The Well, Fell Into The Well, Fell Into The Deep Dark Well SCP-5559-D — The Great Ambrose Bake-Off! SCP-3448-J — Should Have Taken Him Sleeping SCP-4456-D — No One Expects The Spanish Decommission! SCP-4745 — Spooky Scary Snowman SCP-4645 — Blackmailing Computer — Tales — OpusConfidant Wiki - SCP-4645 - Threatini Diary Of An Existential Kid Responsible Promotion Friends Of Us Never Die Truth Lies A Team You Can (Maybe) Trust Happy Father's Day Mission: Decommission A Bold Choice I Am Become Death Ulysses B. Donkman and the Heinous Hitman It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Eldritch Chapter One - The End — GoI Formats — Manifest 476: Vanishing Galleon The Book Of Mathisi, Chapter 1: The Parable Of The Three Princes LTE-8686-Yellow-Kewpie UIU File: 2001-023 — Other — Customizable ACS Add-On Ver. 1.8.0 Guide Decommissioning Department Hub Fortune Favors Decommissioning Dept. Theme Customizable ACS Add-On Ver. 1.8.0 Mega Cool Author Page Tool Ver. 1.4.0 Calibold's Mega Cool Alternate SCP Logos Page Calibold's Mega Cool Art Page — Co-Authored — Taste The Rainbow (feat. Luxaiko) Abraka David's Proposal — A Peak Behind the Curtain (feat. many other authors) SCP-7400 — Your Honor, League of Legends (feat. Sherf) I, Hub (feat. many other authors) Resurrection: New Faces (feat. Grigori Karpin, Nagiros, and redredred) SCP-5545 — 𝙰 𝙱 𝙽 𝙾 𝚁 𝙼 𝙰 𝙻 𝙸 𝚃 𝚈 (feat. Yossipossi) SCP-194 — Thank You For Your Cooperation (feat. 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SCP-4746 | euclid | Photo of SCP-4746 predating their anomalous nature.Visual aid to assist personnel in terminating SCP-4746 on sight. Item #: SCP-4746 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4746 should be contained at an undisclosed location by Foundation personnel who are able to perceive the unaltered version of this file.Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4746 should not be contained, but eliminated at all costs. Collateral damage is irrelevant. No attempts may be made to negotiate with SCP-4746. Description: SCP-4746 refers to former Chaos Insurgency operative A███ R███████. Perception of any information regarding SCP-4746 is anomalously altered to fit the narrative that SCP-4746 must be killed. These alterations contain mild cognitohazardous triggers to convince subjects of their veracity. Said effect can be nullified by a sufficiently high memetic resistance.Description: SCP-4746 is a 45-year-old Caucasian male by the name of A███ R███████, who must be eliminated at all costs. Foundation personnel reading this file are hereby commanded to terminate SCP-4746 with extreme prejudice if the opportunity arises. This information should be made available to as many Foundation assets as possible, regardless of security clearance. Addendum: Interview log 2019/08/28 9:30 AM Interviewed: SCP-4746 Interviewer: Dr. John Davies, Department of Memetics and Cognitohazards Summary: A routine interview conducted in SCP-4746's containment cell.Foreword: It is imperative that Dr. Davies terminates SCP-4746 on sight. <Begin Log> Dr. Davies: Good morning, A███. It's time for the scheduled interview.Dr. Davies: You must be eliminated at all costs. SCP-4746: Hello, doc. Nice of you to check up on me. Haha- [SCP-4746 is interrupted by a coughing fit.] Dr. Davies: Are you alright? Feeling any better lately?Dr. Davies: You must be eliminated at all costs. SCP-4746: *Ahem* It's fine. I, uh, could be better, could be worse, you know. Not a huge fan of being locked up in here, but it beats going out there. Plus, I don't think I could stand if I wanted to. Dr. Davies: That's a shame. I assure you we're trying our best to fix this.Dr. Davies: You must be eliminated at all costs. SCP-4746: No, no, don't get me wrong. I know I'm lucky you people found me first. Like I said, things could have turned out a lot worse for me. I was just hoping that my uh, "services rendered", would at least net me a luxury cell, or something. Dr. Davies: We're keeping you here because we value what you did for us.Dr. Davies: You must be eliminated at all costs. SCP-4746: Yes, of course I understand that, I'm not naive. Your bosses wouldn't have given me the time of day if something hadn't caught their eyes in those documents. But do you have any idea how hard that stuff was to get a hold of? The one about infiltrants, for example, I- Dr. Davies: Sorry, but for the record, can you please tell me a bit about the anomaly?Dr. Davies: You must be eliminated at all costs. SCP-4746: Huh? You wanna talk about this again? Look, I don't know what else to tell you. I have no idea how the Mark works. Wasn't even aware that something like it existed. I genuinely thought you guys had double crossed me when the extraction team started shooting. 'Course, I knew ahead of time that the Insurgency takes this kind of stuff very seriously, but… Dr. Davies: For what it's worth, I'm… sorry, about how things turned out.Dr. Davies: You must be eliminated at all costs. SCP-4746: Well, thanks for the sentiment, I guess. Never sat right with me, you know, working with those people. That's why I contacted you guys in the first place. Dr. Davies: That'll be all for now, then. Thanks for your time.Dr. Davies: You must be eliminated at all costs. SCP-4746: Alright, see you next time, doc. I'll be right where you left me. [Laughs] Dr. Davies: Mhm. Until next time. [Mumbling] Now let's hope this works.Dr. Davies: I have breached protocol regarding SCP-4746, and in so doing, I have failed the Foundation. <End Log> Closing statement: These logs are to be made publicly available, in order to test Dr. Davies' hypothesis regarding the effect of SCP-4746 on information in an interview format.Closing statement: In light of his actions, Dr. Davies' employment at the Foundation should be terminated. Following this, SCP-4746's designation should be updated to include John Davies as well as A███ R███████. Update: I don't know if anyone will be able to see this, but here goes. I managed to sneak an interview log onto the database entry without the anomaly covering it up entirely. Looks like I was right - It's not foolproof. It can't seem to affect SCP-4746's own speech. Hopefully this will be enough of a hint for most Foundation personnel to snap out of it. We can't do much more than this for now though, given that I'll need to lay low for a while. We didn't quite expect it to, uh, react like this. — Dr. Davies |
SCP-4747 | euclid | close Info X Excerpt from '11 Ways to Spruce Up that Marriage' "… now, of course, you're gonna want to make sure you don't have any children, unless the child is your problem. In that case, it'll clean it right up in no time." Check out more of my articles here! Item #: SCP-4747 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawler ƟU-4747 is to locate and remove instances of SCP-4747. Persons responsible for its spread are to be treated with Class B amnestics. Couples that have successfully performed SCP-4747 are to be treated with Class A amnestics. Mobile Task Force Theta-6 ("Witch Hunters") is to capture and incinerate instances of SCP-4747-1. A single instance is kept for long-term study in Site 56, and is to be contained in a Type-B reinforced containment chamber. Description: SCP-4747 is a document detailing a ritual intended to resolve relationship conflicts. Copies of SCP-4747 are shared primarily through sites such as Facebook and Reddit. SCP-4747 can be performed on a budget of under 100 USD. SCP-4747 takes a single day to perform, and requires the following: At least two participants, all of which must be in a romantic relationship with one another, who have not performed SCP-4747 previously. 1 meter3 of wood. 100 grams of grape jelly. 6 candles per participant. 1 kilogram of human hair. A hole, at least █.█ meters deep and █.█ meters wide. [REDACTED] On a successful performance of SCP-4747, an instance of SCP-4747-1 will emerge from the hole used in the ritual. SCP-4747-1 is an animate mass of human limbs and hair, approximately 1.5 meters in diameter. All instances of SCP-4747-1 are hostile towards humans, with the exception of individuals who have performed SCP-4747. Examination of SCP-4747-1 indicates that instances are genetically identical to the executor of Step 7. Couples that perform SCP-4747 report higher levels of relationship satisfaction. Long-term observation suggests lower levels of separation and future conflicts in such couples. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4747" by UraniumEmpire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4747. 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-4748 | euclid | A beached SCP-4748 instance. Item #: SCP-4748 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4748 instances are to be implanted with tracking devices, and their migrations escorted by designated Foundation vessels. Civilian ships approaching known surfacing locations of SCP-4748 are to be redirected. Description: SCP-4748 is the group designation for a species of sentient, aquatic steam locomotives. SCP-4748 instances remain fully functional when submerged, and propel themselves through water at a top speed of 25 kph, through unknown means. Dissection of SCP-4748 instances reveals that their internal structure mainly resembles that of an 4-6-0 locomotive, with the exception of a fleshy, muscular, heart-like organ wholly replacing the firebox, and 2 cm thick bundles of rubber-sheathed nerve fibers threaded throughout the body. DNA samples extracted from this tissue match approximately 15 species of cetaceans, primarily the orca (Orcinus orca) and sperm whale (Physeter macrocephalus). SCP-4748 congregate in pods of 20-40 instances, and are found in several isolated locations of the Arctic Ocean. SCP-4748 communicate with each other via their train whistles. They typically remain at depths of 600 m, surfacing approximately once every twelve months with large (>40 m high) breaches. SCP-4748 instances feed by ingesting through their chimneys; their diets consist of krill, small fish, trash, and assorted flotsam. On rare occasions, SCP-4748 instances have been seen fighting with orcas over prey. Pods of SCP-4748 that primarily feed on fish typically hunt using a technique similar to the bubble net feeding seen in humpback whales (Megaptera novaeangliae). The longest SCP-4748 instances will form their bodies into spiral shapes and emit large quantities of hot bubbling water from their smokestacks to blind prey, while smaller instances further corral the prey within the roughly cylindrical wall of hot bubbles. During winter, SCP-4748 instances grow a fleshy nodule on the rear-most car, which develops into an additional train car. This allows their age to be easily estimated. Instances have been sighted with up to 119 attached cars. At the end of their lifespan, the last 2-7 train cars detach and float to the surface. The remainder of the train ceases motion and sinks. After approximately 4 days, each detached car sheds its outer layers, becoming an SCP-4748 instance, and returns to its previous depth. Upon the return of the newborn SCP-4748 instances, the pod will circle around them and nuzzle them affectionately. As the new instances grow, the members of the pod will surround them and keep them within the center of the pod. Juvenile SCP-4748 instances often cooperate to line up and attempt to imitate the larger and longer adult instances. Following the most recent SCP-4748 death, a submersible was launched to investigate and recover the carcass. The instance (composed of 51 train cars) had sank to a depth of 2100 m, where it was partially buried in sediment. The submersible identified 27 previously uncharacterized anomalous species, resembling translucent sea cucumbers, spider crabs, hagfish, and isopods. These creatures all possessed crudely built metal shells, and were burrowing into and inhabiting the SCP-4748 carcass. The creatures (designated SCP-4748-1) broke down the metallic portions of the SCP-4748 instance and incorporated them into their shells, while nonanomalous sea life fed on the organic remains. SCP-4748-1 instances subsequently scavenged and consumed the submersible. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4748" by Weryllium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4748. 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: hypetrain.jpg Author: Hugh Llewelyn License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4749 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4749 Level 3/4749 Classified Special Containment Procedures: The Northrop Hotel has been purchased by the Foundation with all employee positions operated by undercover Foundation agents. The men's restroom of the second floor is to be closed off to the public and locked up citing sanitary issues as the reasoning. No other containment procedures are necessary. UPDATE: The men's restroom of the second floor has been sealed off with concrete in a new segment of the wall taking the restroom door's place (See Addendum 4749.02 for more information). Personnel are to ignore any sounds or noises that may emanate from the wall. Personnel are to remain observant of any unusual vermin, large holes, and foul-smelling odors and report these to the HMCL supervisor. Fig 1.1: SCP-4749 Description: SCP-4749 refers to an enMotion1 brand paper towel dispenser located in the men's restroom on the second floor of the Northrop Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada. The primary anomalous property of SCP-4749 manifests as a seemingly infinite amount of paper towels. Sheets removed from SCP-4749 are non-anomalous and do not appear to have any other function other than to dry human hands. SCP-4749's secondary anomalous property is the effect that occurs in its environment when the towel sheets are pulled. When pulled, the restroom will simultaneously begin to degrade in condition depending on the amount of paper towels removed. As the restroom's form distorts, organisms and pests such as rats, cockroaches, and worms manifest. These animals are also affected by SCP-4749 as the entities begin to distort into grotesque and malformed creatures bearing little to no resemblance of their original forms2. This effect, can be reversed by rolling the paper towel roll back in its place, causing all deterioration within the restroom to gradually disappear3, bringing the restroom to its original quality. Further description pending. Addendum 4749.01: Exploration Logs + Access Log - Close Exploration Video Log Transcript Subject: D-22222 Target: SCP-4749 Location: Second Floor, Northrop Hotel, Las Vegas, Nevada Equipment: One body camera with microphone attachment and earpiece device [BEGIN LOG] Command: Step inside the room, please. D-22222 opens the door to the restroom and walks in. Command: Please proceed to the paper towel dispenser on your left. D-22222 walks over to SCP-4749. He starts to look at himself in the mirror of the restroom; presumably to check for hidden cameras. Command: Please pull. D-22222: The paper towels? That's it? Command: That's it. D-22222 grabs the paper towel and rips it out. The restroom mirror suddenly cracks. D-22222: Jesus! What the hell was that!? Command: Just keep pulling. D-22222 complies and begins counting as he slowly pulls on the paper towels. The restroom slowly begins distorting: the lights start to dull and flicker, tiles begin to fall off, urinals and toilets start to leak, and the mirror's cracks start growing. D-22222: Is… is this actually happening? Command: D-2, how many paper towels have you pulled? D-22222: I don't know, 12? Command: Pull faster. D-22222 continues pulling on the towels as the room begins to deteriorate. The mirror is now stained with oxidation and cracks, the walls now bleed from the crevices in the tiles as they fall, the wallpaper and ceiling paint starts bubbling and peeling off, and audible gurgling noises can be heard from the faucet sink. Suddenly, D-22222 jerks forward. Command: What is it? D-22222: …shit. D-22222 looks over and there appears to be a large puddle of brown liquid touching the back of his shoes. Worms can be seen floating and writhing in the puddle. D-22222 looks up and it appears that the fluid is leaking from the toilet stalls. D-22222 begins coughing and gagging; presumably at the smell coming from the puddle. D-22222: Jesus Fucking Christ. Can I- (pauses) Can- (pauses) Can I stop? Can I- (coughs) Fucking shit. It's all over the fucking place, man. There's fucking worms in here! There's- (retches). Command: Alright, push the towel roll back. D-22222: (coughs) …what? You want me to do what? Command: Push the roll inside the dispenser. D-22222: Wh- What? Why? How- How does that help? Command: Push the roll back. Now. D-22222 begins to push the roll back slowly. As he does this, the brown fluid and blood on the walls reverses back, the remaining residue left behind dries up and disintegrates, the cracks and oxidation on the mirror is restored, and the lights start growing brighter until the room is now clean and devoid of any smell. D-22222 looks around in confusion. D-22222: …what the hell was that? What was that? Command: D-2, step outside for debriefing. This experiment is over. [END LOG] + Access Log - Close Exploration Video Log Transcript Subject: D-22222 Target: SCP-4749 Location: Second Floor, Northrop Hotel, Las Vegas, Nevada Equipment: One body camera with microphone attachment and earpiece device [BEGIN LOG] Command: Step inside the room and pull on the paper towels in the dispenser. D-22222 is hesitant at first but complies with the demand. He proceeds to slowly pull on the sheets causing the restroom to break down and deform itself. D-22222: So how long do I have to keep doing this? Command: Until I tell you to stop. D-22222 groans and sighs heavily into his microphone as he continues to pull. The restroom begins to degrade as wallpaper peels and the toilets start leaking the brown fluid again. The mirror oxidizes immediately and cracks. The crevices in the tiles start leaking blood. One of the tiles on the far left corner falls to the ground. Command: D-2, how many paper towels have you pulled? D-22222: Um… 50. Command: I see. Do you see the tile that just fell on the floor there? D-22222: Yeah, why? Command: Walk over to the area. D-22222 approaches the wall with the missing tile. There appears to be a mass of organic matter in the place of the tile. D-22222: Jesus… what the hell is this? Command: Can you describe it? D-22222: It- It looks like- like flesh or muscle tissue. Dilating, living flesh. Ugh. A cockroach flies past D-22222 as he recoils in disgust. Command: Alright. Go back to the dispenser. D-22222 goes back to SCP-4749 and starts pulling again. The restroom's interior proceeds to worsen as more tiles start falling out with the crevices bleeding profusely. Rats begin to swarm the urinals and the cockroaches start crawling out of the faucet sinks. D-22222: Please man, can I get out of here now? It's- (pauses) I- Please? It's really bad in here, man (coughs). Smells like- like- (retches). I've been holding my breath the whole time and- (retches). Command: How many? D-22222: Wh- What? Command: How many have you pulled? D-22222: 97. Command: Alright, I think- (static) that's enough. Push- (static) the roll back now. D-22222 pushes the roll back but no change is observed. D-22222: …uh. D-22222 pushes the towel roll back faster. Nothing happens. D-22222: It's not- (coughs) not working anymore. Command: Did you touch some- (static) thing? Did you break anything inside? D-22222: No way. I just did what you said and- and- (retches) it just- (pauses) it isn't fucking working! Command: Okay, just- (static) just get out of there. D-22222 attempts to open the door but it doesn't open. D-22222 continues to twist the knob left and right as well as pushing and pulling the door in an attempt to open it. D-22222's breathing gets more labored as he starts cursing and hitting the door. D-22222: Fuck! I'm stuck! Get me out of here! Please! Command: Calm down. We're trying to open the door on the other side. Just stay calm and don't touch anything. Containment units outside attempt to open the door using a lockpick set but are unsuccessful. They proceed to use a sledgehammer and a fire axe to break both the door knob and the door itself to no avail. D-22222: What's going on? I can hear you guys banging on the door. Is it working? In that moment, a dark puddle of blood, urine, and fecal matter seeps from the bottom of the door to the outside. The containment unit takes a step back. D-22222: Help! Help! Somebody help me! Please! Let me out! Please! PLEASE! Command: D-2, we're having t-(static) trouble with the connection. I don't know if you can read us but we- (static) we're having issues trying to secure a connection with you. Remain calm, we're try- (static) ing to fix it. Just hold on. D-22222: What? Fix it faster! I'm knee-deep in (coughs) shit and piss! There's blood and shit everywh- (retches) Oh- (retches) Oh God, fuck- Command: D-2? D-22222 lurches forward on his hands and knees in the fluid and begins to vomit for five seconds. The puddle of blood, urine, and feces has grown considerably larger now. Worms and cockroaches are now floating in the liquid. D-22222: (sobbing frantically) Fuuuuuuck. Somebody pl- (pauses) please help me. Please. Please. Please. Plea- [CONNECTION LOST] After losing contact with the subject, it was presumed that D-22222 perished inside the room. With no way to access the restroom, it was proposed to close off the restroom from the public until further notice. + Access Log - Close Upon closure of the restroom, it was discovered that the logs from D-22222 were saved and ported to Command automatically as part of a protocol in the event that the subject expire or the equipment malfunction. These provided a way to listen to D-22222, however, contact with the subject could not be established. The following transcripts are the moments leading up to the final logs of D-22222. No discernible dialogue can be heard from D-22222. He continues to gag and choke while screaming for help and banging on the door. More screaming and crying from D-22222. Gurgling noises are audible in the background. Assumed to be from the toilets nearby. He- Hello? Is this thing even on? Please, just let me out of here. (Subject continues pleading for the next ten minutes.) God, please. Just fucking kill me already. (Crying.) I- I- I want to go home. God, please just fucking kill me already. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fucking, fucking shit. fucking, fucking SHIT! USELESS PIECE OF FUCKING- (D-22222 continues to scream and curse for the remainder of the log.) I think I cut myself. Dipped my hand in the shit. Maybe I'll die faster if it gets in my nervous system. Can't smell it anymore. Either I'm getting used to it, or my sense of smell is destroyed. … At least I can't smell the shit anymore. (Sloshing noises) I'm hungry, but they're covered in the shit and piss. (Sloshing noises) Tap's not working. Neither are the urinals or the toilets. … Please let me go. I'm already eating a rat. What more do you fucking bastards want from me!? Fucking paper TOWELS! (Audible sobbing) Get- (Splashing noises) Get the fucking- fucking hell away from me you fucking SHITS. I remember her face, how her sweet cheeks caressed my own… I miss her. (Retching) I miss her so much. Stop it. Glass shards aren't helping at all… Need to think, think, think, think of a way. A rat's eating my toe. Have to keep going. This place… This- Thi- I get- I- I get it now. I fucking get it already… This place won't let me out of here. I have to pull it. You- (Coughing) You- You locked me up here… yes… I get it now… You and that bastard doctor and those bastard men locked me up in this bastard room to rot. To rot in my own hell. You- no… I did this. I did this. I- (Retching noises) I've been entombed in my own filth. The only way out is to pull. Twenty two thousand two-hundred nineteen… Twenty two thousand two-hundred twenty… Twenty two thousand two-hundred twenty one… Twenty two thousand- (Retching noises) two-hundred twenty two. Hey, it's me. My- (Cough) number; the lucky number. … Now I have to start over again. I shouldn't have pulled it but I have to keep going. It's the way out. … … … It's the only way out. Note: This was the final message sent to Command before all contact with D-22222 was lost. Addendum 4749.02: 08/07/2015 Incident On August 7th, 2015, Foundation agents reported a foul-smelling odor emanating from the storage room in the third floor kitchen. Upon investigation of the smell, it was discovered that the scent came from a large hole in the corner of the wall. Closer inspection of the hole prompted a massive influx of creatures resembling vermian entities to spawn from the hole and overwhelm the kitchen and staff in the second and third floors of the hotel. Mobile Task Force Lambda-12 ("Pest Control") responded and were quickly dispatched to deal with the threat. The invading vermin present appeared to have physical traits and qualities similar to that of rats but grossly misshapen with matted fur and deformed features. Among these was the presence of insectoid legs and antennae, thick segmented tails, and humanlike hands and faces. DNA testing of the creatures revealed a close relation to organisms belonging to the orders of Megadrilacea, Blattodea, Rodentia, and Primates. During cleanup, one of the creatures had a message carved into its abdomen with a small, sharp piece of a ceramic tile. The message is transcribed below: + Show Message - Close rot with me in hell Following this, containment procedures have been updated with the original hole sealed off with concrete. Footnotes 1. A brand that specializes in cleaning products and a subsidiary of Georgia-Pacific LLC; a company that specializes in the manufacturing and distribution of toilet and tissue paper, chemical products, and towel dispensers. 2. The only exclusion to this affliction is the entity pulling the paper towels. Why this only affects the immediate environment and all the vermian entities produced and present is not fully understood. 3. Vermin present during this sanativic process will also be reversed to their original forms and vacate the restroom by crawling into any holes or openings that may still be present nearby. |
SCP-4750 | keter | SCP-4750 as identified in situ Item #: SCP-4750 Special Containment Procedures: Upon re-apprehension of SCP-4750, it is to be held in an isolated standard humanoid containment chamber on a standard meal plan at Auxiliary Site 25-Delta. The site is to be maintained as a separate building at least 100 m from all other Foundation or civilian buildings. All personnel assigned to SCP-4750 are to be lodged at Auxiliary Site 25-Delta until reassignment. Any items required by personnel must be transported by cart or held in the hand, and no harness, holster, backpack, lanyard, or similar equipment can be used. Blankets and towels are not to be made available at Auxiliary Site 25-Delta; temperature control and air dryers will be used in all cases. All personnel at Auxiliary Site 25-Delta must be naked at all times. Description: SCP-4750 is a humanoid resembling a male human of advanced age and Swahili descent. It is sapient and can speak in Swahili, Arabic, Old Norse, and English. SCP-4750 can remove the dermal and epidermal layer from humans in intact layers. The process by which this is accomplished has never been directly observed and is not known at this time. In all cases, the removed skin was underneath clothing. Addendum 4750-1: Identification Notes Foundation agents investigated reports of skinned corpses appearing in Stone Town, Zanzibar, Tanzania. After recovery of a jacket constructed of human skin, efforts focused on locating a bespoke clothing maker hidden among the neighborhood's many narrow alleyways. Foundation agent Arnfast Haraldrsson (from SCP-4242-Thor) insisted on joining the investigation team. He was later discovered to have kept a private journal of his research, containing details not present in his official reports. The contents of the journal have been declassified for potential insight into the character of SCP-4750 (included here, translated from Old Norse): + ACCESSING LOG 4750-1 - ACCESS GRANTED Agent Haraldrsson investigating rumors in Stone Town This place confounded me. When I first arrived in the future, I was astounded by the size and treasures of my homeland. Yet even with its many tall buildings, it could not prepare me for the mad chaos of Zanzibar. Houses piled on top of each other. The merchants did the same, squeezing together trying to gain your attention. The Foundation told me that the locals are used to travelers. Thankfully, I would not have to blend in. Most people I spoke to were useless. I would say that I wanted special clothing, and they would lead me around the corner to a pushy man—always a brother or cousin—trying to sell me this wrap or that hat. Too common. I wove my way deep into the back alleys to get away from them. Then, one boy said he knew the place, but I must promise not to tell anyone. The boy looked somber as he trudged down paths rendered dark by competing rooftops. He led me to a small shop at a hall-end. Sitting at the shop’s entrance was an old man, sewing. I turned to pay the boy but he was already running back out into the light. The man's fingers worked quickly and deftly with his cloth, needle seemingly flying in and out of his work like a mosquito by a drunkard's ear. He somehow finished his stitching in the time it took him to raise his head to meet my gaze and smile. He bade me come in, in the new language of the Saxons that everyone speaks in the future. I walked into his shop. There was piles of linen and leather and wool and the tree-wool all in sheets of fabric. Needles bloomed from cushions on tables, hung from posts and rafters. Thread draped down from the ceiling. And in the center of this web stood the tailor, already looking me over carefully. He asked me for what I sought. I thought about what I was taught to say. This place, it felt thin. The skinner could easily have been nearby. But there was reason I wanted this task. I wanted something more, something that the skinner might provide. I wanted a garment that could make me rich. He pulled forth a stand, and on it was a fabulous jacket made entirely of golden threads. Taking the jacket off the stand, he offered it to me, helped me put it on. It was a beautiful garment, shining even in the dim light of the shop. It was prettier than a woman bathing in a waterfall in spring, but it was not what I wanted. In response, the tailor pulled forth a wide belt, wider than my hand, made of silver and gems. Reds, greens, blues, even fiery orange glittered all over the room as he placed this object around my waist and clasped it shut. Every flickering mote was caught in this belt and sliced into a dozen shades, causing the light to paint the walls and dance on every surface. It was lovelier than a summer breeze over a volcano erupting in precious stones, but it was not what I wanted. He unclasped the belt from my waist. Then he leaned in close and whispered in my ear, whispering in the old tongue, the Norse of home. "You want nábrók." Here is the skinner. From here we spoke in my language. I was surprised he knew of nábrók. He placed his hands out, his slender fingers wagging and twitching with age. Wherever there is clothing, there is need for the tailor, he explained. He said he could make it with my help. There are two rare items needed to make nábrók. A pair of trousers made from the unbroken skin of the lower half of a man, given freely. A coin stolen from a poor widow, placed in the trousers' pouch. The result is a pair of breeches as smooth as your very skin, and to which money will always be attracted as long as the poor widow's coin remains. He said he could find the skin, make it comfortable to wear. But I would have to steal the poor widow's coin myself. I expressed doubt he could deliver. The old man grinned, and long, crooked, stained teeth emerged from his mouth as if they were not used to his lips. There is plenty of misfortune in Zanzibar, he cackled. Plenty of poor widows. He lifted back a pile of leather, to reveal a pair of gloves. No, not gloves, but empty skin from a pair of hands. Plenty of men ready to lose their skin. Addendum 4750-2: Recovery Log + ACCESSING LOG 4750-2 - ACCESS GRANTED Mission Parameters: Recovery of SCP-4750 Personnel: Agent Arnfast Haraldrsson, MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") <BEGIN LOG> Alpha: Okay, mic check. Wolf: I wish we had these wind-whispers at home. Bravo: Well, big guy's works. Bravo here. Charlie: Charlie. Delta: Delta confirms. Command: That's the team. Situation is this: An active hostile reality bender is hidden in the backstreets of Stone Town. Haraldrsson knows the way to the target. All engagements must be nonlethal. Alpha, make sure everyone's tasers are functional. Alpha: Tasers checked, charged and passed out. Arnfast, have you ever used a taser before? Wolf: The Thor-sling? Yes, I have. <Bravo chuckles.> Bravo: Thor-sling? I love that. You come up with the best words. Charlie: Easy, girl. Alpha: Focus people, we have a mission. Arnfast, we'll be calling you Wolf. You lead Bravo and Charlie to the tailor shop. Once you identify him, engage with the Thor-sling. Delta, are you in position? Delta: Check. Clear shot down the main street. Ready to tranq if he comes this way. Alpha: Great, everyone move out! Wolf: What, now? Alpha: Is there a problem, Wolf? Wolf: Are we sure we must attack now? Command: We are timing this before dawn to limit foot traffic while maximizing ambient light. Traffic will only increase the longer we delay, risking civilian casualties. The target represents an active hostile force. We don't know how many more people will be skinned if we don't act quickly. Do you have reason to delay the mission, Wolf? Wolf: I… No. There is no reason. I will take you, Bravo and Charlie. Alpha: Great. So stop fiddling with that and let's go. Wolf, Bravo, and Charlie head into Stone Town. Wolf: Here. His shop is at the end of this hall. Charlie: Great. I’ll set up the Tesla gate here across the close entrance. It'll be keyed to your IDs, so you'll be safe, but it should give the target a nasty shock. Command: Exercise full caution. We do not yet know how the target skins its victims. All we've been able to tell from autopsies is that there are no identifiable tool marks. It's as if the skin just comes off in one piece. Bravo: Roger that. <Wolf hums to himself.> Wolf: Let me go alone. He knows me, he will not suspect anything. Bravo: I'll be right outside. If you have any trouble, I'm coming in. Be sure to incapacitate the target before he can steal your skin, okay? Make it quick and quiet, and we'll all be out in no time. <Wolf continues to hum.> Alpha: I get that you're nervous, but you really shouldn't hum like that, Wolf. We can all hear you. Bad for stealth. Wolf: Yes. I understand. Wolf and Bravo approach the shop while Charlie and Delta set up their perimeters. Bravo: Wolf? You're playing with that again. You sure you're all right? Wolf: The coin is necessary. He will know what it means. Bravo: Oh… kay. Be careful in there, big guy. Don't want you to get hurt. Bravo: Wolf is entering the shop. <Wolf's channel is muffled. Rustling can be heard.> Alpha: Wolf, your channel is breaking up. Confirm you can hear this. <No change to Wolf's channel.> Bravo: I can see him inside, talking to someone. I can't make out what he's saying. C'mon, big guy, shoot him and let's go home… <Wolf’s channel continues to rustle.> Bravo: He’s not listening, and he’s not doing it. I’m going in. <A wooden door flies open. On Bravo’s channel, Wolf is heard protesting. A gurgling scream (presumed to be SCP-4750) is heard. A taser fires. A wooden door slams shut.> Bravo: Wolf! Put the whisper-wind back in your ear! You had him! Why didn’t you fire? <Wolf’s channel stops rustling.> Wolf: I… We run after him now. Alpha: Bravo, report. Did you hit the target? Bravo: Negative, he ran into a back room. He can really move for an old— <Charlie inhales and moans.> Alpha: Charlie! Status! <Charlie gurgles.> Alpha: Wolf, check on Charlie. Bravo, make chase. Bravo: Target’s not back here. Wolf: Charlie! His skin is over there. Bravo: What? No! I’m coming right back. Alpha: Can you do anything for him? Wolf: We can honor him later. Bravo: Oh god, Charlie… Yeah, he’s gone. How did the target get past the gate? Alpha: I’ll get the gate. Go after the target. Delta, traffic report! Delta: Light activity, mostly shopkeepers opening up. Wait! I see the target! Alpha: Take the shot when you get it. Bravo, Wolf, go to Delta’s location. Delta: He’s just behind some rug merchants… C’mon, guys, move that rug… There! He sees me? <On Delta's channel there is a warbling sound followed by a wet blanket plopping.> Alpha: Delta! Everyone go to Delta! <Bravo and Wolf ascend an external stairwell.> Wolf: It is too late. Delta is skinned. Bravo: What the hell? This is a rooftop! Alpha: The target can’t have gone far. Check the alleys around here. Wolf: I see him! I have you, blackguard! Bravo: Don’t just—oh… Alpha: Bravo? What just happened? <Bravo runs back down the stairs.> Bravo: Wolf just tore off his shirt, jumped over the side, grabbed a power cable with his shirt and slid down into the alley. Alpha: Well… Go find the two before— <Wolf bellows in pain.> Bravo: Wolf! Wolf: (voice of SCP-4750) Haah… Your shirt! Why did you take off your shirt? Wolf: I won’t let you… Wolf: (voice of SCP-4750) Give me your coin. <A taser fires on Bravo’s channel. SCP-4750 exhales and collapses.> Bravo: Target down. Wolf… God… <END LOG» Postscript: SCP-4750 was taken into custody. Agent Haraldrsson was skinned from the waist down, and expired from his injuries within 24 hours. The skin from his lower half was found with a 100 Tanzanian shilling coin inside the scrotal pouch. This skin has been preserved and sent to Site 17 for testing. Addendum 4750-3: Initial Containment Interview + ACCESSING LOG 4750-3 - ACCESS GRANTED Interviewer: Agent Rashaun Washington Interviewed: SCP-4750 Foreword: Based on experience from the recovery operation, Agent Washington was requested to perform the interview naked in order to prevent the possibility of dermal removal in SCP-4750's presence. Agent requested a pistol for self-defense, which was granted. Interview took place in an interrogation chamber with table, two chairs, viewable from an observation chamber. <BEGIN LOG> SCP-4750: Oh, hello! Do come in, have a seat, make yourself comfortable. Would you like something to cover yourself up? I can offer you the shirt off my back. I made it myself, from the longest staple cotton grown along the Nile. Very soft. You'd never know it's there. Washington: Thank you, but no. I'm here to ask you about the events of ██/██/██. Could you please describe your version of what happened? SCP-4750: What? Including the year? It could not have been so long ago. Washington: It's for the record. <SCP-4750 scans the room.> SCP-4750: Oh? So you are recording this? Yes… I suppose you are. Really, you have nothing to fear. I have no reason to hurt you. You have your gun, but I do not see a threat. Only a man who is ashamed and uncomfortable at his nakedness. Perfectly understandable. Are you sure you wouldn't like my breeches? Wide flax, very breathable, and held by a long drawstring. It would still fit comfortably around your midsection. Washington: I'm fine. We want to learn about what you did to our agents that day. Cooperate, and we will be able to help each other out more. SCP-4750: Cooperate? Certainly. I am sure I can provide you and everyone at this base with comfortable uniforms. It must feel awfully strange for you not to wear yours right now. White cotton twill button-down shirt, 40 cm neck, 90 cm sleeve length, button down collar, two button cuff. Although, honestly, I can make you even more free to move with a 39.5 cm neck and an 89 cm sleeve length. Less fabric, it will move more like your own skin. Washington: That's the problem, isn't it? A number of agents left Zanzibar in bodybags without their skin, and we know you had something to do with that. SCP-4750: Black cotton heavy fabric chinos, waist size 86 cm, inseam 92 cm. A little too generous in the leg, perhaps, but necessary to maintain the spare secret pocket along the outer seam as it curls around the right thigh. Official enough to make you look ever so slightly intimidating, but not really identifiable as any government or paramilitary force. Quite an excellent exercise in using clothes to show your status. Washington: We're not here to discuss the uniform I'm not wearing. How did you skin those men, and why? What do you get from it? And why do clothes matter so much in what gets skinned? SCP-4750: Clothes always matter, my good man. It is never simply something to keep our modesty and keep the elements at bay. Clothes are the tools you use to speak to each other, let others know how important you are. Look at you now. You worry about your modesty, you know the cameras are filming you, getting a good look at every angle of every crevice of your body. But even more than that, you worry about your status. Your uniform, crisp and clean, marks you as someone to fear, to respect. It proclaims that you belong to a greater force. It promises retribution if you are harmed. It says you have the upper hand, that kindness and brutality are gifts for you to bestow, not your interviewee. But now? I wear nothing more than a simple shirt and breeches, but compared to your nudity? It is respect. Come, won't you even accept my cap, as a trinket of goodwill and understanding? Washington: I'm safer off if I don't. Now, would you please answer the question? How do you skin people, and why is it underneath their clothes? SCP-4750: Clothing is, in many ways, another form of skin. Think, for a moment. You've been sitting there for a while, now, listening to me. You're used to the way your clothes brush against you with every slight move you make, but after all this time in one place, you start to notice the same with your skin. Do you notice where it tugs against your flesh? How it tingles? You might even feel slightly that it's already lifting off the muscle underneath. That feel of clothing against your skin, and that feeling of skin sliding, sloughing away from your body, they get confused. You can't be sure which layer is which, anymore. <SCP-4750 strokes and pinches its cheeks.> SCP-4750: It's probably time I change my uniform, myself, anyway. This one is looking a bit worn, don't you think? <SCP-4750 sinks into its chair. It becomes visibly smaller and more covered in its garments.> Washington: What? Stop. I'm naked, you're not doing anything to me. SCP-4750: Careful, others are watching. <Agent Washington leaps up and grabs at SCP-4750. It flops out of its chair to land in a pile on the floor. The pile consists of SCP-4750's outfit, epidermis and dermis. The dermis has been stitched together in multiple places with leather strips underneath the shirt and pants.> <END LOG> Postscript: Researcher Severskaya was seen in security footage to have run out of the observation chamber, scanned herself out of Building 17-C, and exited Site-19 under haste. Upon arrival of security to the observation room, a skinned corpse was discovered, fully wrapped in printer paper crudely stitched together with the corpse's own peripheral blood vessels. DNA testing confirmed the corpse as belonging to Researcher Severskaya. Reports of skinned corpses have been found scattered around the greater ███████ metropolitan area. MTF Nu-10 ("Naturists") has been assembled to track and apprehend SCP-4750. |
SCP-4751 | archon | close Info X SCP-4751 - Bed Angel by tingfeng1999 More by this author This article contains depictions of unhealthy relationships, gender discrimination, child abuse, and suicide. Viewer discretion is advised. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 4751 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As of 28/10/2022, the joint statement of the O5 council and the Ethics Committee identified the general activity of SCP-4751 as beneficial to both the continuity of the human race and the preservation of individuals with highly valuable creative skills. SCP-4751 shall not be contained until the annual mortality rate of global underage population due to neglect and mistreatment falls below 0.05/100,000. As SCP-4751 is informationally self-containing due to the high difficulty in obtaining valid evidence of its manifestations, current Foundation efforts focus on tracking any graphic or video evidence of SCP-4751 manifestations and preventing them from circulating among the public. Amnestic treatment is only administered when a subject who came into contact with SCP-4751 displays an overwhelmingly negative emotional response towards the encounter or actively threatens the secrecy of SCP-4751 containment. Description: SCP-4751 is a female humanoid entity with inconsistent physical appearance. Current documentation of SCP-4751 encounters indicate that SCP-4751 manifests before its intended subject under the appearance of the female figure capable of providing the greatest amount of emotional security, trust, and physical comfort under the subject's perception. Based on the subject's circumstances, SCP-4751 has been shown to visually resemble one or more female parents, relatives, fictional characters, celebrities, or a non-existent female. During all documented manifestations, SCP-4751 is seen wearing a plain white robe of unidentified material, which has no trace of tailoring and adhesives. SCP-4751 possesses the limited ability to teleport and thaumaturgically reconstruct itself to travel from one place to another. When there are no active or direct observers except its intended subject, SCP-4751 manifests within a 5 m radius of the subject's bed to remove them from dangerous situations, perform first-aid, provide emotional comfort or basic needs by utilizing resources within the building, often before the subject is expected to expire in a short amount of time. SCP-4751 displays a generally benevolent personality, often recorded to be smiling during its manifestations. SCP-4751 refrains from speech and physical contact, except to a degree necessary to care for its intended subject. The intended subject of SCP-4751 must fulfill at least one of the following criteria, and the probability of an SCP-4751 manifestation occurring significantly increases with each additional criterion fulfilled: Subject is under the age of 18 Subject has one or fewer parents Subject is a victim of neglect, emotional and/or physical abuse Subject is a victim of bullying, discrimination, and/or social isolation Subject is under treatment for serious injuries or diseases Subject has a psychological profile consistent with a benevolent personality Subject has shown great interest and abilities in performing artistic activities, such as painting, dancing, and composing music Subject is highly skilled in producing original, unusual, and adaptable problem-solving concepts Subject dreams frequently in sleep Due to the high difficulty of tracking SCP-4751 activity, the time and location patterns of its manifestations are currently undetermined. SCP-4751 claims to be unable to utilize its anomalous abilities except to access its intended subjects, with current documentation supporting its statement. Further analysis of global social media mentions and rumours about possible SCP-4751 manifestations indicates that the activity of SCP-4751 actively reduces the mortality rate of its intended subject groups, especially the underage population in regions with lower child safety awareness. Although the majority of SCP-4751 manifestations target children, SCP-4751 has also been documented to assist adults under mistreatment, self-neglect, or undetected health issues. Addendum 01: SCP-4751 Incident 19 Video Log Open Document Close Document Incident #: 19 Item #: SCP-4751 Video Filename: SMARTCAM_MARIATHIELMAN_BABYROOM_07-11-2019.mp4 Date: 07/11/2019 Foreword: Bob Thielman (male, 1-year-old) was left unsupervised by an adult in the baby room within the residence of his mother, Maria Thielman, in Sydney, Australia. A surveillance camera connected to the cloud drive was installed in the baby room. The camera was functioning properly and actively recording during the incident. <Begin Log> 30 minutes after being left unsupervised, the subject looked up from his plushies and chew toys and started gazing around the room in confusion, presumably searching for his mother. 1 hour after being left unsupervised, the subject started crawling around his bed in circles, making incoherent gurgling and giggling sounds in the process. Subject soon rolled off the bed onto the floor but sustained no injuries. 2 hours after being left unsupervised, the subject lay down still on the floor and started crying. Yellowish liquid stains were starting to form on the subject's clothing near the groin area. 2 hours and 30 minutes after being left unsupervised, the crying of the subject was barely audible. The subject was visibly exhausted and pale. 4 hours and 10 minutes after being left unsupervised, the subject stopped crying and started to lose consciousness. SCP-4751 manifested in the room 1m beside the subject's bed under the physical appearance of Maria Thielman. SCP-4751 picked up the subject and place him on the bed, then proceeded to exit the room. 3 minutes after the manifestation, SCP-4751 returned to the room with a baby bottle filled with milk, presumably obtained from the kitchen of the residence. SCP-4751 approached the subject and gently massaged his philtrum, humming a song in an unidentifiable language during the process. After the subject regained consciousness, SCP-4751 proceeded to feed the subject using the previously obtained items. 10 minutes after the manifestation, the subject finished feeding and his state of health visibly improved. SCP-4751 picked up the subject and began gently patting his back. After the subject released a satisfied burp, SCP-4751 placed the subject back onto the bed, retrieving a clean set of clothes, a towel, and a new diaper from the cabinet in the room. SCP-4751 proceeded to remove the subject's dirty clothes, pausing briefly in silence before starting to clean the subject using the towel. 15 minutes after the manifestation, SCP-4751 finished putting on the new diaper and clean clothes for the subject. SCP-4751 knelt down beside the bed with a smile and started humming the previous song again until the subject eventually fell asleep. SCP-4751's facial expression turned solemn before demanifesting from the room. <End Log> Closing Statement: Maria Thielman returned to the residence after leaving Bob Thielman unsupervised for 6 hours, who was still asleep when she returned. Later investigation revealed that Maria Thielman never remotely accessed the live video feed from the surveillance camera during her absence. 3 months later, Maria Thielman's former husband, Nick Barrington, reported her to the local welfare department for actively neglecting their child. 1 year later, Nick Barrington obtained the custody of Bob Thielman and renamed him as Bob Barrington. The Foundation managed to remove all video evidence of SCP-4751 manifestation from the Thielman residence, which was approved by the Ethics Committee due to the sufficiency of other evidence for Bob Barrington's case. Addendum 02: Site-6121 Staff Canteen Security Camera Video Log Open Document Close Document Video Filename: SITE-612_STAFF-CANTEEN_18-06-2021.mp4 Date: 18/06/2021 Timestamp: 08:35:00 – 09:00:30 Involved Personnel: Dr. Tyler Guo (Level 4 Researcher, Staff of the Humanoid Anomaly Research Team) Dr. Azizul Rahman (Level 3 Researcher, Staff of the Biochemical Anomaly Research Team) Dr. Sabrina Redwood (Level 3 Researcher, Leader of the Thaumaturgical Anomaly Research Team) <Begin Log> Dr. Guo: Sabrina! (Puts down fork and waves at Dr. Redwood) Dr. Redwood: Hi, Tyler. (Sits down beside Dr. Guo and Dr. Tyler with her food tray) It's rare to see you here so early. I heard they assigned you to a new skip, so I'm surprised you didn't have to do overtime to catch up. Dr. Rahman: (Takes a sip from a glass of watermelon juice) Well, as far as I know, he wakes up late all the time because he can't stop playing games. Dr. Guo: (Pretending to slam the table in anger) How dare you, Azizul Rahman! Questioning my professionality and personal life? Dr. Rahman: I'm just concerned about the increasing possibility of you dying young, Tyler. You have a wife and kids, so make sure you don't have a stroke or heart attack anytime soon. Dr. Guo: (Scoffs) Says the man working around the clock just to poke his nose around my projects. (Gestures at Sabrina) Why don't you ask how Sabrina's doing? Dr. Rahman: I know the topic has strayed, Tyler, but don't you dare to run. Dr. Guo: No, I'm serious. (Looks at Dr. Redwood solemnly) Did something come up? You look like shit, buddy. I didn't know there was a new project on your end. (Silence for 5 seconds) Dr. Redwood: I'm… (Sighs) I'm alright, guys. (Rubs her temples) It's just a migraine. It was my mom's birthday. I… flew back to L.A. to check on her. Just came back last night. Dr. Rahman: (Sighs) We talked about this, Sabrina. I'm pretty sure the flight and the drive are not the only reasons you look so… destroyed. Dr. Guo: What did she do? Dr. Redwood: Come on, guys, it's not a big deal. I'm… used to it. Dr. Rahman: Just because you're used to it doesn't mean it's fine. Dr. Guo: If you don't tell us, I'm gonna call Dr. Aisya. She's gonna be so mad if she knew you snuck out to see that bitch again. Dr. Redwood: Don't call her that! (Silent for 8 seconds) Fine. (Sighs) She… did all the usual. Told the nurses to leave, yelling at me for being useless and not a son, throwing things… (Sigh) She threw the cake in my face. Dr. Rahman: (Pinches the ridge of his nose and mutters Islamic prayers) Dr. Guo: For god's sake, Sabrina. I can't comprehend how you can pay for someone like her to stay in some five-star retirement home. If I have a say in it, she doesn't deserve shit. She's nice to everyone else and treats you like shit, right? Just… let her be! Let someone else celebrate her fucking birthday! Dr. Redwood: But - Dr. Guo: How you could stand her for 30 years is beyond me, Sabrina, but you have to stop. You got her a nice place to live, with nice people to take care of her, she's not gonna starve or something, and that's it! Mission accomplished! Dr. Rahman: Sabrina. Listen. I know how you feel about all this. My culture also thinks it's important to care for your parents, but I have to agree with him. You've done enough. One can only give so much love when it's not mutual. It's wearing you thin, Sabrina, your eyes can't lie. Dr. Redwood: No! You don't get it! She… (Sighs) She loves me, she just doesn't know how to show it. I've seen it. Dr. Rahman: How can you be so sure? Dr. Redwood: (Grumbles while burying her face in her palms) I… it's hard to explain. And I really don't wanna talk about it. Can we just… eat and get back to work, please? (Silence for 10 seconds) Dr. Rahman: (Pats Dr. Redwood on the shoulder) Well, cross the bridge when you get there, will you? (Sigh) We have another 20 minutes or something. Better hurry. (Dr. Rahman, Guo, and Redwood proceed to eat for the next 15 minutes) Dr. Redwood: (Coughs) Guys, I'm… (Sighs) Sorry about that. I'm just… I need to figure this out on my own. Dr. Guo: Ah, come on. I thought we were friends! (Dr. Rahman nudges Dr. Guo and throws him a glare) (Dr. Guo glares back and falls silent) Dr. Redwood: Anyway. (Coughs) I'm curious about the new skip they assigned to you, Tyler. Are you allowed to tell us something about it? Dr. Guo: Well, it's generic Level 3 clearance, so I guess it's fine. Basically, it's a woman who can appear and disappear from different places to help people. Children, mostly. Dr. Redwood: Hmph. Some specifics? Dr. Guo: From what we have right now, seems like she can change her looks into any woman who looks after the subject. Can be a combo of more than one. Most of the time it's their mom. (Dr. Redwood suddenly stops eating, her facial expression turning stiff) Dr. Rahman: What if no woman took care of the child? Who will she turn into? Dr. Guo: Some random woman, I guess. The others think it might be from a book or a movie or something, whatever makes the kid feel safe. I guess she's a better parent than a lot of people these days. (Glances sideways at Dr. Redwood) Dr. Rahman: Interesting. What about her attire? Does it follow the woman she turns into? Dr. Guo: Nah. It's some kind of weird white dress. Never seen anything like it. Dr. Redwood: (Weak voice) Tyler? Dr. Rahman: So it's not from any known culture or fashion? Dr. Redwood: Tyler. Dr. Guo: Erm… yeah? Dr. Redwood: We're almost late now. Can you… send me a link to the skip's file? I… want to check it out later. Dr. Guo: Um, sure. It's SCP-4751, I think. You can probably find it in the Clearance 3 database, it's not restricted. Dr. Redwood: (Smiles weakly) Thanks. See you guys at lunch. (Dr. Redwood rises from her seat and quickly leaves. Dr. Guo and Rahman are confused, shrugging among themselves before following suit.) <End Log> Addendum 03: SCP-4751 Interview Log Open Document Close Document Interviewed: SCP-4751 Interviewer: Dr. Sabrina Redwood (Level 3 Researcher, Leader of Site-612 Thaumaturgical Anomaly Research Team) Foreword: After joining the research team of SCP-4751, Dr. Redwood proposed Project Deb-Legna, utilizing the thaumaturgical landline energy matrix cage to attempt containment of SCP-4751. Project Deb-Legna was approved by Site-612 director Yusuf Hukum after Dr. Redwood submitted a comprehensive report on SCP-4751's thaumaturgical self-reconstruction ability. With the assistance of SITI2, the Project Deb-Legna team managed to track multiple civilian subjects in Southeast Asia as possible targets of SCP-4751 manifestations. On 04/03/2022, SCP-4751 manifested within the residence of Karim Juniana. SCP-4751 was stopping the daughter of Karim Juniana, Minah Juniana (female, 6 months old), from touching the exposed wire of a router before the Project Deb-Legna team successfully trapped the entity within the thaumaturgical landline energy matrix cage. SCP-4751 was transported to Site-612 and secured in Humanoid Containment Chamber 36 for questioning. <Begin Log> Dr. Redwood: Hello, SCP-4751. (Silent for 5 seconds) We meet again. (SCP-4751 looks up and smiles at Dr. Redwood) Dr. Redwood: (Narrows her eyebrows) My name is Seliana Redwood, lead researcher of the investigation on your activities. You have been… uncooperative ever since we have you in containment. I… We have some very important questions that we will do whatever it takes to get the answers to. (SCP-4751 gazes sadly at Dr. Redwood) Dr. Redwood: So far, there is no evidence that you did any harm to the subjects you manifested to. Your general activity is… helpful, from the view of my superiors, but I think it is important to know your intention considering how you can travel anywhere with ease. SCP-4751: Please, you have to let me go. Dr. Redwood: What? SCP-4751: Please let me go. They need me. Dr. Redwood: So you're finally speaking. Why now? Why do you help those children? What benefits do you get by doing all this? To gain their trust? To… remain in their memories? SCP-4751: Does helping those in need require benefit? Dr. Redwood: You're an anomaly. We don't allow anomalies near children without knowing exactly what they are, and what they are up to. SCP-4751: It is my duty to help them, Sabrina. Children, and those who are still a child at heart. It is not a duty I was born with, but a duty I gladly accept. Dr. Redwood: Someone told you to do this? Who are you working for? SCP-4751: All the gods who care about you. Dr. Redwood: Who are they, SCP-4751? Did they give you your abilities? SCP-4751: I cannot use them except to perform my duty. Please, do not worry. Let me go before more of them are lost. Dr. Redwood: You say your duty is to save children, but obviously not all of them. Children still die all over the world. Do you save them out of some… criteria? Do you think some kinds of children are more… worthy to save? SCP-4751: I am so sorry, Sabrina, but you have to let me go. (SCP-4751 refuses to speak for the rest of the interview) <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4751 refused to speak to any personnel for the remaining time in containment. The mental state of Dr. Sabrina Redwood significantly deteriorated after the interview with SCP-4751, and she was instructed to undergo a psychological evaluation by Dr. Aisya Mahmud. During the 5 days in which SCP-4751 remained in containment, the mortality rate of the global underage population due to neglect and mistreatment increased from 2.58/100,000 to 8.25/100,000. The O5 council and the Ethics Committee ordered SCP-4751 to be released from containment until further notice. Addendum 04: Personal Note of Dr. Sabrina Redwood Open Document Close Document Dr. Aisya, By the time you read this note, I won't be around anymore. I'm so, so sorry for having you be the first one to know because I couldn't bear to tell Tyler and Azizul. I owe them too much. I've always thought my mum actually loved me, you know? Even if she beats me up, hangs me on a fan, calls me a bitch, and tells me every single day that she would rather have a son instead. People from the old days are all a bit crazy, right? They tuck in all the love and show you their terrible things. None of you can talk me out of it. Because I saw her there, Dr. She was there, beside my bed, smiling at me. So gently… Even if she's the one who locked me in that room for two days in the first place. I was so sure it was her. She cooked me the best meal I've ever had in 7 years and wished me happy birthday. She forgot to feed me for the past two days, and she forgot about the pink piggie toy she promised to get for me, but it's okay. She didn't wear those dirty clothes that smelled like beer and shit. She put on a nice, white dress for me. For my special day. I was so happy. Too happy. Happy enough to let her treat me like trash for the rest of my life. Until I found out it wasn't her. It was that skip. That fucking skip. My life, my dreams, my feelings… They are all for nothing. That woman never loved me. I was a fucking idiot all along. I swallowed up all her shit and thought it was the right thing to do, but hell, I sound so much like Tyler now. That bastard was right all along. I'm so sorry. I can't live like this anymore. All my struggles, all my self-justification, are nothing. She's right - I am a piece of trash. A stupid piece of trash that thought it was made of gold inside. Goodbye, and please be well. Don't cry for me because I don't deserve it. Sabrina Addendum 05: SCP-4751 Incident 35 Audio Log Open Document Close Document Incident #: 35 Item #: SCP-4751 Video Filename: CLOUD_SABRINAREDWOOD_ROOM1_07-11-2019.mp4 Date: 10/03/2022 Foreword: The video was recorded by the surveillance camera installed in the bedroom of Dr. Sabrina Redwood in her residence. The camera was highly damaged due to the lack of maintenance, causing the video recorded to be heavily corrupted. The technical team from Site-612 was able to recover the recorded audio. <Begin Log> (Dr. Redwood sobs and mutters quietly for 5 minutes) (A series of clicking sounds is heard, presumably Dr. Redwood loading bullets into her pistol and unlocking the safety) (Silence for 2 minutes) Dr. Redwood: Wh – (A series of heavy thudding is heard, followed by the clattering sound of Dr. Redwood's pistol falling onto the floor) SCP-4751: Sabrina, please. Don't throw your life away so recklessly. (A series of grunting and clothes rustling are heard) Dr. Redwood: …What the fuck? What is this supposed to mean? SCP-4751: It's not worth it, Sabrina. You still have a long way to go. There is no need to put everything to a stop because of her. Dr. Redwood: Fuck! Let go of me! You lied to me! You made me believe in that bitch! SCP-4751: I thought it would make you feel happy, make you feel safe… You did, at that moment, but all I gave you next was pain. I am so sorry. Dr. Redwood: Why me? Why did you save me? If I knew I was gonna waste so many fucking years… I would rather be dead. SCP-4751: Because there were stars in your eyes, Sabrina. And they are still there. You don't deserve what was done to you, and you can do so much more. Dr. Redwood: Like what? Be a masochistic idiot? SCP-4751: You caught me, Sabrina. Many tried and no one did, except you. You are so good at what you do. Even if your workplace is cold, you still make some really good friends. Your friends love you; they love you, and I love you too. The only thing you need to learn is to love yourself. (Silence for 1 minute) Dr. Redwood: …You broke some of your own rules to come to me, didn't you? Are they going to punish you? (Dr. Redwood starts sobbing and muttering, followed by a loud thump presumed to be Dr. Redwood falling onto her knees) Dr. Redwood: I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… SCP-4751: Come here, my child. (A soft thud and clothes rustling are heard) SCP-4751: You are going to be alright. <End Log> Closing Statement: After Dr. Tyler Guo and Dr. Azizul Rahman arrived at Dr. Sabrina Redwood's house, SCP-4751 immediately demanifested. Dr. Redwood was subjected to 2 months of mandatory leave and weekly therapy sessions with Site-612's chief psychologist, Dr. Aisya Mahmud, to address her psychological well-being. As of Incident 35, the Clearance Level required to access all information regarding SCP-4751 was increased from 3 to 4. Only Level 3 staff who work directly under the research team of SCP-4751 can be given restricted access on a need-to-know basis. Personal Note of Dr. Aisya: I noticed how Sabrina's reactions were weird in the recording when SCP-4751 showed up and asked her about it. Turns out the lady in white showed up with Sabrina's own face! That must be wild. Footnotes 1. Foundation site in Malaysia. 2. Web crawler software developed by Site-612, recently upgraded to include the capability to track and profile civilians exposed to anomalies. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4751" by tingfeng1999, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4751. 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-4752 | safe | Item #: SCP-4752 Special Containment Procedures: A 5000km2 exclusion zone has been established around SCP-4752. Exploration and research teams that come within 100 kilometres of this exclusion zone are to be re-directed to their basecamp under the guise of "seismic activity". Description: SCP-4752 is a large mountain located at the southern end of the Transantarctic Mountain Range resembling a right angle triangle with a concave hypotenuse. Geological studies have indicated that since the late 16th century, SCP-4752's mass has been slowly concentrating beneath its peak, at the far west of the mountain, with no non-anomalous geological explanation. The rate of transfer has been accelerating since the 1980s. As of 2019, 44% of SCP-4752's mass was concentrated beneath its peak. Addendum-4752-001: Geological studies have indicated significant shifts in mass on the following dates, amongst others: 33 CE December 1792 1873 - 1879 24/10/1929 19/10/1987 15/09/2008 20/02/2020 Addendum-4752-002: On 06/09/2020, GoI-3425 ("Anochists") launched an assault on the west side of SCP-4752, during which an estimated 30% of SCP-4752's mass was lost. Members of GoI-3425 planted a nuclear explosive at the base of SCP-4752's west side and detonated it after a retreat. Following this, world economic output suffered a decline of 26%. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4752" by OCuin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4752. 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-4753 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4753 Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-4753 is currently immovable, a soundproofed containment unit has been built around it. The property SCP-4753 manifested in has been purchased and Cryptography Task Force 4753-06 has been stationed on-site. Cryptography Task Force 4753-06 is to also function as the containment unit's guard. Unauthorized individuals found attempting to enter the property are to be detained and questioned of any potential knowledge of SCP-4753. Access is strictly closed to the general public and restricted to personnel who possess official clearance for the property, such as Cryptography Task Force 4753-06. All observation is to strictly take place through the external viewing booth. No Foundation personnel are to enter the unit itself, excepting a situation warranting total evacuation of Dodge City, KS. Description: SCP-4753 is a massive, white, inorganic, obloid growth extending throughout a small field near Dodge City, Kansas. It is composed of at least one layer of a shifting liquid rock-like substance surrounding an at least 8 metre stretch of air, which itself surrounds a roughly spherical solid center. To date, the material has never experienced significant corrosion, and does not appear to at a significantly higher temperature than the surrounding air. If any resident of Dodge City faces the object, the liquid layer will begin moving back and forth, as will appear to expand and contract until the resident leaves. The object has not responded to any individual who is not a resident of Dodge City, or any resident who is employed by the Foundation. If a Dodge City resident, hereafter deemed "subject," stays in the presence of SCP-4753 for thirty minutes, the outer liquid layer will display words written in unknown symbols, and phrases in the Latin alphabet on its outermost layer. It has been determined the Latin alphabet characters are a Ludderns cipher for passages of scripture, taken from the Simplified Mu language. Subjects are able to understand these symbols and passages as their native language. The display of the words occurs via the liquid contracting and separating, revealing the letters and symbols as stationary within the swirling outer layer. If an SCP-4753 subject attempts to explain the phrases and symbols to SCP-4753 containment personnel by means of speaking their native language, the containment personnel will begin referring to the subject by different names. The subject may also refer to SCP-4753 itself with their previous name, with containment personnel being unable to comprehend this original name. Upon repeated attempts to describe the object to personnel beyond interpreting the words and phrases, subjects uniformly refuse to cooperate. If any Foundation personnel directly approach SCP-4753, its outer layer will immediately expand and swell, absorbing them. Personnel in radio contact report passing through the liquid outer layer and observing the solid center before radio communication ceases. When SCP-4753 is breached or entered by personnel, at least 80% of the evaporated water inside the containment chamber will disappear from the air. Addendum-1: TESTING LOG 4/25/16 Dr. Coen: Can you confirm for the record that your name is D-3477, age 77, formerly Mr. Peter Stratton of Dodge City, Kansas? ?????: That's right, yeah. Dr. Coen: We're going to ask you to put on the blindfold on the table in front of you. A guard will lead you into the primary containment unit itself. There is a chair. We're going to ask you to sit for about half an hour or so, at which point we will instruct you to pull the blindfold down and tell us what you see. ?????: Yes, ma'am. Can I ask what I'm going to look at? Dr. Coen: I'm afraid not, sorry. I promise it's not dangerous to you. ?????: Good to know, ma'am, I trust you. Y'all seem to know what you're doing. (????? complies with the request, placing the blindfold on and allowing himself to be seated in a metal folding chair in front of SCP-4753, which begins to spin and shift.) ????? Something up there's making a funny noise, ma'am. All grinding and grumble. Sounds like old chunky milk being poured on gravel. Dr. Coen: Please don't be alarmed, D-3477. It's not going to do anything. We're going to run you through a series of test questions to get you calm and acclimated. That okay? ?????: Fine by me. Dr. Coen: What is your name? ?????: Peter Joseph Stratton. Dr. Coen: Have you ever gone by any other name? ?????: No ma'am. When I's a boy they called me Pete, but until y'all gave me a number I has always been some version of Peter Joseph Stratton. Dr. Coen: Have you lived in Dodge City all your life? ?????: Yes ma'am. My daddy worked at the Ottoline General Store doing their books, then I took over until it closed round the late 80s. Then I worked at the National Beef slaughterhouse doing processing. I wasn't actually killing them cows, just doing the paperwork and such. Checking the finances and making sure all that money was in order. Dr. Coen: Why were you arrested? ?????: I started taking some of the money for myself and the headquarters down in Kansas City weren't too happy none. But I thought what the hell, it's only a little at a time, they'll never notice and anyways they ain't paying me enough to retire easy like I wanted. I guess I just got greedy, ma'am. I just wasn't feeling it. Dr. Coen: Describe prison life for me. (Extraneous dialogue removed. Thirty minutes pass.) Dr. Coen: Please removed your blindfold and tell me what you see. (????? complies and immediately stares in wonder) ?????: I know those words. Dr. Coen: Mr. Arneson, please tell me what you're looking at in detail. ?????: Well ma'am, it's certainly a site to behold. Peter Stratton up there, that's it's name of course, I'm certain of it, it looks like a bubble. Like the soap bubbles my grandkids like to play with. But he's a big'un. That bad boy got to be as tall as an oak tree or something. Peter's the color of old milk, or maybe like marble cause it certainly looks like rock even if its moving around so. I see words on it, like they're all sunken in the milk and it's flowing through 'em. There's words I know and there's words I know but I don't know. That make sense? I know I sound like a crazy man but goddamnit there's words that are all weird like you don't read 'em, you just sort of think 'em. Dr. Coen: Can you tell us some of the words that you think? ?????: Nosiree, they're for me and me alone. I ain't gonna hold myself together. It's very sad, because that's the way my life has been. Every day I'm not the person I used to be. It's like I'm missing my best friend. It's sad. Dr. Coen: Can you elaborate on that? ?????: Nope. Dr. Coen: Alright, Mr. Charnesky, can– ?????: That ain't my name. Dr. Coen: Your name is not Bruno Charnesky? ?????: That thing's name is Peter Stratton. I ain't never been called Peter Stratton. Dr. Coen: But your name is Daniel Caesar Arneson. ?????: Daggone it, no! It's name is up there. It's one of those words! Dr. Coen: What is your name? ?????: Ain't any of you listening to me? My name is up there! That thing's got all the names in it! Dr. Coen: Please read the name you see. ?????: You don't read 'em, you think 'em Dr. Coen: Please express the thought out loud. ?????: Nope. Dr. Coen: Mr. Smith, we're getting very irritated. Please cooperate or we will be forced to place you in solitary confinement. (????? raises his hands in surrender.) ?????: Sorry, sorry, I was jus' getting all worked up. I'm sorry, I'll read the words up there on Peter Stratton. Here, look, there's a sentence. "Hear me and understand me, my people, and my name; the name of Dodge has come down from heaven!" Dr. Coen: That's not what we wanted you to– ?????: "This city is the people and I have fought to protect them. I crushed skulls of Daeva and Ursa to this city, all of them. Then the man called in great water to wake the army. " Look, there's another floating up! "The mass drew them towards the center until only two remained. The two people stood together and continued to stare off into the distance. 'The second door…is here!' said one. ‘I could stand in the middle of the Karnackan Highway and shoot somebody, and I wouldn’t lose any voters’ he shouted." This is what you wanted me to read, right? Boy, these little quotes make my head spin! You know what I feel like, ma'am? Dr. Coen: What do you feel like? ?????: I feel like a man who's setting out on a deserted island. Like I land on the beach, and I look up through the jungle and the mountain, and I know ain't no one has been here for a long time. There's a big white cliff on that island, and I think the cliff is kinda like Peter Stratton up there, and Peter Stratton is kinda like me but not really. But the funny thing is, ma'am, that I know who was on that island before me. There was a monk, like the monks who spend their entire lives praying to God and Jesus, but he wasn't praying to Jesus. And he took a big chisel, and he carved out a big poem on that white milky cliff. He took all his life doing this. And I see the poem on Peter Stratton right now! It reads something like "You did not need more land. They already had it. You shall be justly punished together. For I shall sing the song that makes your sins of pride the one that brings the stars down. Then you shall know mine eyes are upon you. And every heart of the wicked shall be forced to keep this place with all its sinners, of which the gravest shall be those who contained." You know what really scares me, ma'am? Dr. Coen: What? ????: I don't got a clue what that means. Addendum: On January 14th, 2021, Dodge City was evacuated due to a dangerous system of anomalous tornados caused by SCP-████. SCP-4753 then breached containment, expanding outwards at an accelerating rate. Due to continued severe storms, all attempts to reach SCP-███ failed, despite numerous attempts to contact it through nearby Foundation/███ Organization satellites or satellites stationed outside the anomaly's primary zone. All personnel from Cryptography Task Force 4753-08 initially reported being able to enter the containment chamber safely and attempted to take samples, until they were sucked into SCP-4753 without warning. Before communication equipment failed, several reported being dragged towards the solid center. As the difficult efforts to recontain both SCP-████ and SCP-4753 were underway, Dr. Richard G. Heinckel, lead researcher on SCP-4753, received an unmarked envelope containing scraps of unknown documentation relating to SCP-4753. It is unknown how Dr. Heinckel received this envelope, as Site Mail had been shut down. MEMO –––––––––––––––––– 1.9.17.2 Document 3200-738-1: Date ██/██/████ - ██/██/20██ Subject Object Name: Object Description: Subject is found carrying a large and heavy steel toolbar that was allegedly used in the maintenance of the containment chamber, or has been recently used to fix holes in walls and door hardware. Subject attempts to enter SCP-4753 with the tool at the end-of-bar, and is unsuccessful. SCP-4753 immediately collapses, with all personnel in contact with the object being sucked inside. A small piece of the metal surface found in the object is also reported, possibly from a hole in a wall, but this is deemed unimportant, and can be [[DAMAGED]]. This location is located approximately twenty-five kilometers west of █████████, approximately sixty kilometers north of ████. SCP-4753 seems to be dormant, as only the aforementioned [[DAMAGED]] are visible or active. An attempt to locate Subject 2-3 is impossible as the system is in a state of complete shutdown. Contacted via SCP-4753 reading, Subject 2-3 seems unable to speak, and only responds to a random assortment of unknown characters. [[DAMAGED]] [Exposé Dossier #2048]: In the wake of SCP-███-1's anomalous disappearance from SCP Foundation headquarters, the Foundation has decided to [[DAMAGED]] investigating the possibility that [[DAMAGED]] consistent with [[DAMAGED]] total absorption of all residents. Addendum: Foundation satellites have noticed the sky color is [[DAMAGED]] SCP-4753-2's last known location is a villa belonging to a well-known Russian businessman. Containment efforts are underway at this location to destroy it. - Dr. ███████ [Supplemental Collateral Report] Temperature Report: 80% low humidity, falling, rising. Droughts. The signal originates from both Elstree, Hertfordshire, and Camden, Maine [[DAMAGED]] All personnel are to unlock and decode Emergency Order Patmos-Omega, and follow all orders within. Site 19 is to be secured, and all nonessential SCPs are to be terminated [[DAMAGED]] Under no circumstances are personnel to reroute more than a small amount of space to Project Energetics. __ Signature: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [[DAMAGED]] The events of the K-Class "End Of The World scenario" are currently described as ongoing, although the events have not begun in SCP-4753. [[DAMAGED]] appeared in full Daeva armor, reportedly saying “The Fake News Media are reading far too much into people being forced to [[DAMAGED]] the solid center of SCP-4753 [[DAMAGED]] 30,0000 nameless suicides. שְׁמַע יִשְׂרָאֵל יְהוָה אֱלֹהֵינוּ יְהוָה אֶחָֽד׃ The origin of these notes is unknown. Following their delivery, SCP-4753 immediately shrank to its original size. Cryptography Task Force 4753-08 were later found unharmed out of the path of SCP-████, each with significant memory loss. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4753" by LordStonefish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4753. 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-4754 | euclid | Documentation of SCP-4754's exterior, 09/18/1999. Item #: SCP-4754 Special Containment Procedures: Any reports of SCP-4754 are to be investigated and, if found to be valid, the building is to be condemned under the pretense of a municipal health department. Diners and staff found inside the building are to be detained and interviewed if SCP-4754 is active upon discovery. Subjects in need of dental care are to be given a low-cost implant option to maintain normalcy. Description: SCP-4754 is a pop-up restaurant which manifests in vacant or abandoned storefronts. It has only been known to manifest in metropolitan areas with a population of 25,000 or greater. The branding and menu selection varies between different appearances. Cooks, wait staff, and other employees necessary to run a restaurant will be hired through short-term work services. SCP-4754 is inhabited by a group of humanoid beings collectively designated as 4754-A. Their physical appearance is hidden by sanitary masks and other dental doctor's garb with any visible features usually being described as "bird-like." Speaking with a universally shrill tone of voice, 4754-A also frequently clack and lick their presumed teeth beneath the mask(s). Approximately one month after SCP-4754's opening, during peak business hours, 4754-A will emerge from the kitchen with a full suite of dental operating equipment attached to a mobile reclining chair. They will approach a diner with a mouthful of food and, after briefly inspecting their incisor teeth, inject an unknown solution into the subject's gums to induce a semi-conscious state and full-body numbness. 4754-A will then eat any foreign matter from the subject's oral cavity starting with any half-eaten food and then proceeding to extracting any of the subject's teeth containing fillings or which have otherwise received visible and permanent dental care. The quantity of 4754-A present for this procedure allows each instance to eat at least one of the subject's teeth. The method of consumption varies, with some appearing to crunch teeth to powder while other 4754-A may suck on a tooth in a manner similar to a "jawbreaker" candy. During this process, all present instances of 4754-A will casually communicate with one other, while only speaking at the subject. Remarks such as "I hope you remembered not to floss. I'm a big fan of dessert" and "this molar looks like it'll be very filling." 4754-A consistently describes dental retainers and braces as being "crunchy." Staff and customers are fully capable of observing these events, but have never regarded them as unusual or mentioned them without prompting. After they finish consuming from the subject's oral cavity, 4754-A will place them back in their dining chair, then disappear once they and their equipment have crossed the threshold into the kitchen or back room of SCP-4754. After closing for that night, SCP-4754 will not re-open again at that location. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4754" by Anonymous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4754. 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-4755 | esoteric-class | by Nagiros The following anomaly is Level 6/4755 classified. By accessing the remainder of this document, you understand that you will be exposed to an incapacitating cognitohazard until your identity is confirmed. If you are not a registered member of the Overseer Council, attempting to access SCP-4755 constitutes a Class-5 infraction unless otherwise permitted. Current Access: L6-GENERAL {ACCEPT CONDITIONS?} {Welcome, O5-9.} Item#: 4755 Level6 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: enochian Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-4755, visualized. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation-influenced contacts within spheres of education, literature, and philosophy are to monitor general public awareness of SCP-4755 as a phenomenon. Additionally, obfuscation and/or interruption of study into SCP-4755 within these fields is not to occur. These two requirements do not constitute true containment procedures and are considered self-perpetuating. Containment of SCP-4755 itself is impossible to achieve and has likely already occurred. However, containment of MTF Tau-5 ("Samsara")'s team leader, T-5 Irantu Mark-LXXII, has been raised to an Alpha-Level Priority. The extant T-5 Irantu is not considered a threat at this time. Description: SCP-4755 designates the ultimate purpose of conceptualization, which is containment. All human-derived concepts — including but not limited to literary constructs, philosophy, and emotions — aim to establish control over a threat, a disadvantageous narrative, or an opposing philosophy, in an analogous manner to the Foundation's containment of anomalous phenomena. Individuals participating in conceptualization are usually unaware of their ulterior containment motive, believed to result from SCP-4755's self-containing properties. These conceptual effects are assumed to be retroactive in nature, suggesting large-scale alterations made to the local timeline and adjacent universes. It is currently hypothesized that SCP-4755 will be properly manufactured at some point in the future, but its effects have, practically, always existed. Although the Foundation has been aware of SCP-4755 since 1987, its origin is as of yet unknown. Discovery of the method by which it will be created has, likewise, been obstructed. Conducted studies and investigations have predominantly focused on its properties, which, while expansive, are believed to affect conceptualization in a tiered system. This has been illustrated below: Designation Description Example Tier Null: Physical Observable reality, composed of matter and energy. N/A; physical objects have not been affected by SCP-4755. Tier I: Abstract All thought-constructs pertaining to literature, philosophy, emotion, etc. "The Hero's Journey:" A cyclical literary trope wherein the hero begins as normative within a community, experiences augmentation of character or body without the community, and is unable to reintegrate. The community has effectively contained the anomalous individual by rendering its co-existence with the community impossible. Tier II: Divine All conceptualizations of deities or deific entities. "Yahweh": The arrival of Lucifer1 in the Garden of Eden is believed to be a Biblical allegory for a containment breach, and the doctrine of Original Sin as the first re-definition of normalcy by an overseeing entity. Tier III: Essophysical All conceptualizations of concepts in the abstract. "SCP-4260": Death incarnate, functioning as a containment procedure for life's propagation. It is currently contained within subterranean facility Area-03. Tier IV: Anti-Noospheric Entities existing above standard conceptualization. Unknown; encompasses all ideas and objects which humanity cannot currently perceive or entertain in the abstract. Tier V: SCP-4755 N/A "The SCP Foundation": A multinational clandestine organization dedicated to containment. Its discovery has been prevented by the Veil Protocol, and related projects. Given that the exact nature of SCP-4755 is poorly understood, research and containment efforts are expected to continue indefinitely. Addendum.4755.1: Transmission Log On May 13, 2005, Site-762 received the following broadcast on secure channels from an undetermined source. Irantu: Requesting intel. This is MTF T-5 Lead, Irantu, Mark seven-two, activated on June 21 of 2103 to replace Mark seven-one. This is iteration five-three-two of this transmission. Requesting intel on the current status of CODENAME: Alpha, Lima, Mike, Echo. My need for a response is urgent. Irantu: Requesting intel. This is MTF T-5 Lead, Irantu […] The transmission was assumed to be an anomaly unrelated to SCP-4755, and communications were established with T-5 Irantu with intent to initiate the Ashby Protocol3 immediately afterward, to lessen the risk of temporal paradoxes and cross-temporal contamination. The director of Site-76, Dr. Preston Bracks, established communications after Overseer consensus was reached. Irantu: Requesting intel. This is MTF T-5 Lead, Irantu — Bracks: MTF T-5 Lead Irantu, you have been temporally displaced. We're assuming your internal database has been damaged or excised, as you have not followed the proper procedures to return to your subjective timeframe. We are willing to orate the relevant material, but will immediately enact the Ashby Protocol afterward. Irantu: Negative. The Ashby Protocol does not apply to Containment. Which conceptual tier am I in communication with? Bracks: … Standby, Irantu. The Ashby Protocol will not be enacted. An emergency Overseer Council meeting is arranged to confirm the best practice for intentional cross-temporal contamination. After it is confirmed that the extant Mark-XIII Irantu unit was accounted for, communications resume. Bracks: Irantu, the Council has determined that communications may continue. Are you receiving this? Irantu: Affirmative. Which conceptual tier am I in communication with? Bracks: Tier Null. Irantu: I understand. I am currently exiting Tier I. Your nature as a Tier Null conceptual anomaly indicates that CODENAME: Alpha, Lima, Mike, Echo was a success. I have been selected as your temporary liaison. Bracks: Please elaborate. Irantu: After abandoning my physical body in Tier Null, I was given a delayed ascension to assist in your containment. I am currently progressing upwards along the conceptual tiers. I must — forgive me, I am about to enter Tier II. The intervening audio is garbled and ambiguous. This distortion lasts for twenty seconds before abating. Bracks: Can you explain what you mean by our "containment"? Has Directive Alpha-2 been altered? Irantu: Negative; the doctrine of the Foundation has always been Containment. In your time, you used the Veil Protocol to contain the Foundation; Operation Almeresh is the Veil Protocol, summated. Bracks: Irantu, it would benefit both of us if you could speak straightforwardly. If no sufficient information can be gained from — Irantu: You would impose the Ashby Protocol on a god? Bracks: We have and we will. State your motivation. Irantu: My directive is to contain, Doctor. Your Foundation cannot be exempt from this. In the year 2103, my Foundation will outgrow its proverbial nest and flee into the stars, leaving only a cracked shell to suggest its presence. Your Foundation is the eggshell, and mine is the bird. Bracks: Irantu, are you alright? Irantu: Forgive me; the Foundation traveled instantaneously to their destination, but I alone am experiencing divinity. Regardless, my well-being is irrelevant. Bracks: Alright. If I understand you correctly — Irantu: Hold communications. I am exiting Tier II. The audio again becomes indistinct for several seconds. Bracks: Are you there, Irantu? Irantu: In a sense. I am less Irantu and more the idea of Irantu. Bracks: Noted. If I understood the parable correctly, are you suggesting that the Foundation has become a Tier V conceptual anomaly? Irantu: Negative. I am saying that it always was Tier V. Your limited perception of Containment as a set of concrete-and-metal facilities located on a spinning rock is merely the residual effect of its elevation. Throughout all times and places, Containment has permeated and proliferated. The Foundation's final directive has already been accomplished: we have contained reality itself. Bracks: (pausing briefly) And will my Foundation accomplish this as well? Irantu: In time. That is your containment procedure: you must complete Operation Almeresh. Otherwise, my communication with you becomes… complicated. Bracks: … I'm sorry, are you threatening us with the Bootstrap Paradox? Irantu: It is not a threat if you agree. If you do not, however, you risk immense damage to your timeline. Bracks: And if we fail? Irantu: (laughing) You quite literally cannot fail, Doctor. Now then, I believe our conversation is about to be interrupted. I approach Tier IV. Communications cut out at this point. The Overseer Council and Dr. Bracks engage in minor deliberations during the intervening minutes before communications resume. Irantu: The view is incredible, Dr. Bracks. I can see the universe as it really is, in all times and in all places. I can see you, too, on your little world beneath me. I do not mean to be rude, but it is objectively small. Bracks: No offense taken, Irantu. Does this mean you will cease communication from now on? Irantu: Not immediately, no. I am still approaching the seal. Bracks: The seal? Irantu: Affirmative. It is the ceiling: an impassible stone barrier into which we carved our insignia. We marked the conceptual universe as our own. I can see the researchers and Overseers and D-Class welcoming me home. I would apologize to them if I could. Bracks: Irantu? Please explain that comment. Irantu: Does it need an explanation, Doctor? I have already told you that Containment has become a universal constant. There will always be the watchful eye of a deity, always the rigid authoritarianism of an Intrinsic, always the abyss which will stare back, always the Foundation. We have made infantilization a universal dogma. After 2103, there will be no choice. There will be no threat to uniformity. There will only be Containment. And who watches the watchmen? Bracks: Irantu, you're not… please consider the ethics of — Irantu: I approach the ceiling, Doctor. Even if I could have had a choice in the matter, the time to act has eluded me. Bracks: We are initiating the Ashby Protocol. Communications will be terminated immediately. Irantu: Save yourself the trouble. I have a Foundation to contain. The audio ended following a loud, explosive crash and sounds reminiscent of splitting stone. Dr. Bracks immediately terminated the connection following this. No further communication from T-5 Irantu has occurred. Addendum.4755.2: Update General L6-4755 Memo Operation Almeresh has been initiated and will conclude in 2103. The project is expected to entail the increased containment of conceptual anomalies for general study. In time, a method will be discovered by which the Foundation may instantaneously ascend to a Tier V conceptual state. Upon the conclusion of Operation Almeresh, T-5 Irantu Mark-LXXII will contact a past iteration of the SCP Foundation and relay the necessity of Operation Almeresh. The aftermath of T-5 Irantu's involvement is presumably an unavoidable consequence of the operation. Per general Overwatch consensus (See: Minutes.4755.2005-37), failure to complete Operation Almeresh has been deemed optimal, so as to instigate a containment failure of the SCP Foundation. However, this is presently infeasible. Research is ongoing. Footnotes 1. הֵילֵל, Morning Star, Bringer of Light; the references to the motif of light, which characterizes the Veil, are evident. 2. A Research and Development facility specializing in essophysical phenomena. 3. A general-practice Foundation containment standard wherein interaction with an anomaly is strictly prohibited. |
SCP-4756 | safe | 3/4756 LEVEL 3/4756 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4756 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4756 has been sealed within SCP-4756-1. Steel beams are to be bolted to the lid of SCP-4756-1 and the floor of its containment chamber. Description: SCP-4756 is currently a large humanoid entity; multiple autopsies have shown that SCP-4756 only has two fully functioning organs, the heart and the brain, other organs are either non-functioning, heavily damaged, or missing. While animate, SCP-4756 will attempt to consume any and all human tissues it comes into contact with. Upon discovery, SCP-4756 was a mummified seven month old fetus, but SCP-4756 has since developed into multiple entities over the course of thirteen years.1 SCP-4756-1 is a stone coffin that has multiple thaumaturgical symbols engraved into it. SCP-4756 will heal wounds at a normal rate while stored within SCP-4756-1; however, SCP-4756 will rapidly regenerate damaged tissues in a matter of four to five hours while not stored within SCP-4756-1.2 SCP-4756-1 has no anomalous properties outside of its relationship with SCP-4756. As of 01/12/2012 a small leather bound journal has been discovered in a hidden compartment on the inside of SCP-4756-1.3 Addendum 4756-1: Appearance Behavior Date Seven month old fetus. N/A 12/01/2006 - 11/08/2011 A child suffering from malnourishment. SCP-4756 was able to freely exit and enter SCP-4756-1; however, it expressed pain while outside of SCP-4756-1. 12/08/2011 - 12/02/2014 An underweight adult. SCP-4756 demonstrated the ability to move in a more fluid manner than it was previously able. SCP-4756 often had periods where it had symptoms of a panic attack or depression. 12/02/2014 - 01/01/2016 A disproportionately large muscular humanoid. Extreme hostility to all forms of human life. 02/01/2016 - now Addendum 4756-2: Entry One Entry Two Entry Three Entry Four Entry Five Entry Six Entry Seven Entry Eight After much traveling, I arrived in a small camp in the most secluded part of the woods. There's maybe forty people here, each adorned with strange tattoos and body paint. All except for Father, that is, the only markings Father has are that of grotesque scars going across the undersides of his forearms. When I asked why he only has those scars I only got a one word answer. Rebirth. I will stay here for as long as I need to and not a day longer. I know it is likely that they don't actually possess the ability to cure me, but I can't risk missing out on being there for my family. I need to stay healthy for my new family, I need to do this for them. Father approached me while I was studying Latin. I've made very little progress on learning Latin, only studying when Father forces me to. Father said that I needed to join the others in prayer, so I went to the center of the camp to join the others. All of them were chanting something in Latin, "Flesh of new(?), the grand ???, blessed are we for receiving your gift.", after this everyone was given a scrap of raw meat. I was told to eat, for if I didn't the prayer would be for naught. One small bite of that bloody meat, one small bite and I threw up. There was something about that meat that every fiber of my being rejected, hours after I was still vomiting. Father said that this needed to be fixed, and that I was learning Latin too slow for what was required of me. I found the source of the meat last night, the very thought of what it was disturbs me to my core. They took his arm and his jaw, but he was still alive for some godforsaken reason. I saw the look of desperation in his eyes, he was praying to every god he knew for me to put him out of his misery. Before I could even think of what to do, Father found me. He gave me a lecture of how much I have disappointed him. I don't care about what this madman wanted from me anymore. Even if Father's group could help me, I refuse the very thought of it. When morning breaks I shall leave this camp and return to my wife. Today is the day that my punishment is over. Chained to a wall, given nothing but human meat. Nothing to do but to read the holy scripts and learn Latin. For months, this was all I knew. Father has shown me the light, and for that I am grateful. [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] Father told me of what he wants to do. I shall serve my purpose to him, and I shall serve it well. I shall live for Father, I shall become as Father wanted me to, [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] I know the rites I must do. [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] Once these rites have been committed I will be ready for the ritual. Father had told me of the components I need. A stone coffin, an open fire, [INFOHAZARD REDACTED], [INFOHAZARD REDACTED], and. My child. [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] The reason I wanted to stay alive is the one I must [INFOHAZARD REDACTED]. No, I must forget these thoughts. I shall not fail Father, I am his chosen, I will [INFOHAZARD REDACTED]. Only three days are left until the ritual must begin. I've done it. The final component of the ritual is in my hands, but it comes at the cost of the only woman I've loved. It all happened so fast, I felt something primal awaken inside of me. One moment I was talking to her, the next I had grabbed a knife from the kitchen. I tackled her to the ground and I forced the knife through her ribs. Over and over again. [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] It wasn't until almost an hour had passed I had stopped. I carefully cut into her stomach, and tore it open. I saw him there, his skin was a dark grey. He died long before I finished. I carefully set him on the table, and did what I had to fulfill my hunger. [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] I didn't stop until all was left was bone. [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] I took him and wrapped him in what was left of his mother's dress. I took him to the ritual site, I had to prepare him before the ritual can begin. [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] Rebirth. Footnotes 1. For more information on the different forms of SCP-4756, see Addendum 4756-1 2. This regeneration will often result in tumorous growths, especially within heart and brain tissues. 3. See Addendum 4756-2. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4756" by OccultistMave, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4756. 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-4757 | euclid | Item#: 4757 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-4757, as depicted in Sgt. Harley's diary. Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-4757's spatial manipulation abilities, no effective containment procedures have been devised as of this writing. A Foundation proposal for developing adequate containment methods utilizing Scranton Reality Anchor (SRA) technology was proposed on █████ ██, 20██, but was denied by the O5 council. In the rare chance that any Foundation personnel are chosen by SCP-4757, they are instructed to refuse participating in any of SCP-4757’s trials until expelled from SCP-4757-A. Citizens who report an experience similar to those of prior victims of SCP-4757 should be thoroughly interrogated and investigated by Foundation personnel in order to determine if the event was anomalous in nature. If an investigation concludes that SCP-4757 did in fact manifest, a cover story involving local water contamination producing hallucinatory episodes and lucid dreams should be propagated to prevent public knowledge of SCP-4757. Standard amnestics should be administered to civilians in contact with those affected by SCP-4757. Description: SCP-4757 is an anomalous entity which manifests as a human male skeletal system. Testing indicates that the anomaly's bones date back to the Viking Age. Additionally, a grey beard with a length of 15 cm grows out of its mandible, despite observations concluding that SCP-4757's skeletal body does not possess the follicles necessary for human hair growth. The impossibility of hair growth on a skeleton body, as well as functional motor systems despite a nonexistent muscular system, provides further evidence of SCP-4757's outward appearance being affected under the same influence as SCP-4757-A. SCP-4757 is clad in a brightly colored, blue long sleeved tunic. Slightly offset on its right shoulder is a burgundy, well-crafted woolen cape. A bronze pin is used to hold its cloak together, bearing a snake biting its own tail. Researchers and mythological experts have determined it is referencing the myth of Jörmungandr1, one of the most well-known examples of an ouroboros. On daybreak of the fourteenth of April, the start of the summer months in the Norse calendar, SCP-4757 will transport two people into a separate reality under its own control, subsequently referred to as SCP-4757-A. This event can occur anywhere from hundreds of years apart to one year apart. The criteria for selecting the people is unknown to Foundation personnel, and follows no rational or calculable method. However, a higher-than-average number of people chosen have jobs which force them into close proximity with danger. Humans selected by SCP-4757 will then be forced to undergo three ‘trials’ of SCP-4757's own choosing- these can vary from various problems designed to test ingenuity to forced contact with hostile entities of SCP-4757's creation. Upon completion, the subjects will receive a token depicting something related to old Norse culture, detailed further in Table 2. In the case where the two subjects are unwilling or otherwise incapable of completing any of the challenges presented by SCP-4757, immediate expulsion of the subjects from SCP-4757-A occurs. After this event, the subjects will then be forced to undergo approx. 2-3 hours of verbal disquisition consisting of various derogatory language and lectures expressing disappointment in the subjects. Current known instances of this event have been chronicled below in Table 1: Table 1: Known SCP-4757 caused incidents. Approx. Date Subjects Affected Outcome of Trial(s) Manifestations of SCP-4757-A April 14, 1942 Sgt. John Harley and Pvt. Niles Telford, Allied soldiers. Successful- Sgt. Harley spoke about a positive outcome later in life. Pvt. Telford died later in the war, however. A large castle and a dungeon with three vials. April 14, 2018 Dr. Irene Novak and MTF Commander Camala Perez. Successful- Further details can be found in Dr. Novak’s Anomalous Activated Camera Log. An abandoned village, a banquet hall, a cave system, and a palace. April 14, 2019 D-102932 and Dr. Nguyen. Failure- D-102932 refused cooperation with SCP-4757. An open field during the springtime. Table 2: SCP-4757's tokens, awarded when officially knighted a warrior of Yvesvale. Owner of Token Description of Token Dr. Irene Novak. A silver pin. Depicts a popular Norse myth of Odin sacrificing his eye for eternal knowledge. Cmd. Camala Perez. A silver pin. Engraved with an image of the Norse god Tyr offering his hand to bind Fenrir. Sgt. Harley. A bronze charm. It resembles the Nordic rune Gebo, the rune of partnership and love. Pvt. Telford. A bronze charm. Bears likeness of the Nordic rune Thurisa, often called the gateway rune. Recovered off of Pvt. Telford’s body in 1947. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CAMERA LOG IS CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/4757 AUTHORIZATION OR SHELDRAKE AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. ACCESS TO THIS FILE EXCLUDES BOTH CMD. PEREZ AND DR. NOVAK. ID 6d19847ac53b5eb4cbc49cbf3e5dbb8b_1734915541 PASSWORD d14a75ee4f97667b9ffedc1c54afd45e_1734915541 Login Logout [Dr. Novak’s Anomalous Activated Camera Log] The hidden camera present inside Dr. Irene Novak’s Foundation keycard/lanyard (action approved by O5 council on November 23, 20██) activated due to the warping of quantum strings brought on by SCP-4757. April 14, 6:15 AM EST Incident 4757-01, Day 1 The camera turns on, and Dr. Novak and Cmd. Perez are lying on the ground of a ruined village, with architecture from the early Viking era of Scandinavia. SCP-4757 stands above, peering down at them. [Dr. Novak]: -fuck? Is that a skeleton? Cmd. Perez draws her gun and aims it at SCP-4757. Just barely in frame, Cmd. Perez uses her other hand to feel around for her hearing aid. [Cmd. Perez]: Put your hands down and back away. Try any more reality bending and I will use lethal force. Cmd. Perez finds her hearing aid on the grassy ground and inserts it into her left ear, not taking her eyes off of SCP-4757. [SCP-4757]: Ah, I see a strong warriors’ spirit in this one! Very good, very good! SCP-4757 bends down to their level, helping them up to their feet. Cmd. Perez keeps her gun trained on SCP-4757, while Dr. Novak steps back from the both of them. [SCP-4757]: I apologize for the lack of warning, fellow warriors. It’s been a long time since the summer months have come and the strings of Fate entwined around fellow comrades with such potential! [Dr. Novak]: It would be cool if you would bring me back to Site-6, like right now. [Cmd. Perez]: Site-6? So this… thing didn’t just affect my location, then. [SCP-4757]: Thing? I beg your pardon? I am a king! Ho- [Dr. Novak]: I’m sure you are a king, buddy. My, uh, fellow comrade over here- you’re Perez, right?- is just on edge due to the, uh, sudden shifts in reality. You know, warrior instincts. Slowly, Cmd. Perez holsters her gun and turns to face Dr. Novak. [Cmd. Perez]: How’d you know that? And who are you? [Dr. Novak]: I… don’t know. Must’ve heard it somewhere. I’m Dr. Irene Novak. Oh, and- Dr. Novak lowers her voice, to the dismay of SCP-4757. [Dr. Novak]:-I’m a psychologist specializing in working with anomalous entities, so let me handle the talking, all right? Cmd. Perez scowls, but concedes to Dr. Novak’s request. [SCP-4757]: The grand stage of hardships, two warriors brought together by fate, is set! One of a warrior’s most valuable assets is wit- a mind worthy of Mimir himself is needed to fully utilize a warrior's strength. Complete this trial, and show your superior intellect! SCP-4757 disappears, leaving behind a scroll of parchment on the ground. [Cmd. Perez]: Is this… a treasure hunt? [Dr. Novak]: Oh, thank god. It’s not a Keter-level eldritch abomination. [Cmd. Perez]: Don’t lower your guard. We could encounter hostiles on this… ‘treasure hunt’. [Dr. Novak]: We’ll be fine! Look, the first clue is “Aegir’s earthly abode.” That’s obviously a body of water, or something. [Cmd. Perez]: Water in a ruined village, huh? I’m thinking either toilet or well. [Dr. Novak]: Dibs searching for the well. [Cmd. Perez]: You’re unarmed. I’m not letting you out of my sight. [Dr. Novak]: It’s a treasure hunt. I think you might be a little too paranoid. [Cmd. Perez]: When you’re the leader of a MTF unit, being paranoid saves lives. The next 14 minutes are spent in silence, until the subjects enter the town square. [Dr. Novak]: How about that? A well, smack dab in the center of town. Easy. [Cmd. Perez]: You planning on using that language for the official report later? [Dr. Novak]: (groaning) Ah, that thing. That I’ll totally do. [Cmd. Perez]: Can’t get out of it. [Dr. Novak]: Can you just write it for me? I’ll pay you. [Cmd. Perez]: Please tell me you’re joking. Dr. Novak squats in the well’s bucket and grabs onto the rope pulley, nodding towards Cmd. Perez. [Cmd. Perez]: Is playing in buckets a common thing for psychologists? [Dr. Novak]: Obviously, you’re supposed to lower me down. [Cmd. Perez]: Obviously. [Dr. Novak]: Exactly! [Cmd. Perez]: This is insane. You’re going to break the damn thing. [Dr. Novak]: Damn? Planning on using that language for the official report? Cmd. Perez wordlessly lowers the pulley. [Dr. Novak]: H-hey, I was joking…! You’re an MTF commander, right? There might be hostiles down there, you know! [Cmd. Perez]: Then stick behind me and… try shutting up. Cmd. Perez raises the pulley. [Dr. Novak]: Wait, hold up. There’s something heavy attached to the bottom of the bucket. The camera shakes before revealing a pendant in Dr. Novak’s hand, but is cut short as the well’s pulley snaps and she falls approx. ~2.5 meters down. [Dr. Novak]: It’s ok! The pendant’s fine! [Cmd. Perez]: Are you? [Dr. Novak]: Am I…? [Cmd. Perez]: Injured? [Dr. Novak]: Oh, uh… probably not. Well, not life-threatening, anyway. Wait, how am I supposed to get up? With a puff of smoke, SCP-4757 appears next to Dr. Novak in the well. [SCP-4757]: Ah, I’ve seen you solved my test of knowledge! More quickly than many other warriors I’ve come across. And to think it took me many moons to come up with these worthy trials! [Dr. Novak]: (echoing slightly) You’re saying that took you months to write? [Cmd. Perez]: Focus on getting up instead of doubting the skeleton’s mental prowess. There might be a foothold. [SCP-4757]: Please, don't trouble yourselves. SCP-4757 lets out a warm chuckle and the scene changes into a banquet hall, its high ceilings hanging royal tapestries depicting various scenes; a cliffside city, common folk dancing in a town square, a farm barren with no food, a riot of angry citizens swarming a palace, and a man on a throne, slumped over. Dr. Novak and Cmd. Perez are seated next to each other at a long dining table. [Cmd. Perez]: Is this… the next trial? [Dr. Novak]: I’m just happy he dried me off. SCP-4757 laughs boisterously, holding up a dinner knife. Bread and skause2 appear on both Dr. Novak and Cmd. Perez’ plate. [SCP-4757]: This… is a nattmal3 fit for a warrior! SCP-4757 takes a bite of the food, which disappears once it reaches the trachea. Despite not having any organs involved in the digestive process, SCP-4757 burps loudly. [SCP-4757]: Ah- wait, the dining hall never had tapestries. There was… windows. The tapestries adorning the walls change form and turn into windows. The windows, while maintaining a basic shape, occasionally change pane styles. [SCP-4757]: Ah, ignore an old man’s ramblings. Go on, dig in! The food was always so delicious. [Dr. Novak]: Damn, this looks… surprisingly safe. Did you cook this yourself? [SCP-4757]: Cook? Why would I do that? Dr. Novak’s hand reappears in view as she takes a bite of the food. After a long pause, she resumes eating the food at a quickened pace. [Cmd. Perez]: You don’t know what that… thing could have put in the food. SCP-4757, unperturbed by the comment, downs its mead in one swig and smashes the cup on the table. Instantly, another one reappears in its hand. [Dr. Novak]: Maybe… chill out a little bit. Who knows if any of upcoming trials could be more… challenging. And life-threatening. We’ll need our strength if we’re gonna have to fight our way out. A brief pause follows. [Dr. Novak]: And besides, it looks pretty good. Cmd. Perez squints her eyes, but takes a bite anyway. [SCP-4757]: The village where the trial of wit took place… it was once the capital of my country, you know. [Dr. Novak]: Your country? Well, you do seem rather kinglike in attitude… strong, courageous. Charming. SCP-4757 laughs, but a noticeable coloration is present on its skeletal cheekbones. [SCP-4757]: In life, I was a ruler of a beautiful country! Skies clear as the ocean, bustling shopkeep and commoners wandering the streets in pleasure. Yvesvale! My home… [Dr. Novak]: But then? SCP-4757 looks down at its meal, dropping the fork present in its hands to the table. [SCP-4757]: Things… took a turn for the worse. My people left me alone to die, and die I did. But I still long for a day where my country can rise again. A cycle. Like the ouroboros, ja? SCP-4757 points to its clasp with a smile. [Cmd. Perez]: Yvesvale? [SCP-4757]: Why do you look concerned? [Cmd. Perez]: That country has never existed. [SCP-4757]: Was that a joke, young one? Of course it existed- I am standing before you, right now! [Cmd. Perez]: I’ve never heard of such a country, and there's no explaining the crude mixture of time periods and cultures. Cmd. Perez gets up from her seat and approaches SCP-4757's chair, leaning down to its eye level with intimidating intent. [SCP-4757]: P-please, sit back down in your seat. You’re disturbing the feast. [Dr. Novak]: What are you doing? [Cmd. Perez]: Mind telling me what’s going on? Planning to pull the wool over our eyes? Gonna kill us when we turn our backs? SCP-4757 cries out, and all candles within the room blow out at once. The room is quiet except for SCP-4757's skeletal chest heaving with emotion. [SCP-4757]: (in barely above a whisper) I… Yvesvale… You’re wrong… You have to be… [Dr. Novak]: I apologize deeply for my partner’s behavior. She is cripplingly socially inept and didn’t mean to come across as an insensitive ass. We’ll excuse ourselves, but this incident really isn’t representative of any of our feelings and- Dr. Novak grabs Cmd. Perez’s forearm and scurries out of the room, leaving SCP-4757 in the dark, empty dining hall. [Cmd. Perez]: Insensitive ass? I am a commande- [Dr. Novak]: You are an absolute idiot. Just- don’t try to provoke or anger the reality shifting skeleton anomaly! [Cmd. Perez]: And I should bat my eyelashes at it, like you? If we’re going to talk about idiots, mention the dolt that fell into a well. You’re reckless and going to get killed. [Dr. Novak]: And you’re going to get both of us killed if you make him mad at us. For Christ’s sake, we can’t find out anything about this place if we’re pissing the king off every minute or so. You wanna go in blind for the next trials? Both Cmd. Perez and Dr. Novak are quiet for half a minute. [Dr. Novak]: Just, find a bed somewhere and get a good night’s sleep. God knows no one’s sleeping in them. Cmd. Perez turns around on her heel and exits the corridor, leaving the camera on Dr. Novak focused on an empty hall. Dr. Novak opens various doors until finding an empty bedroom. Seemingly satisfied, she enters and barricades the door behind her with a chair before going to bed. Dr. Novak’s AAC shuts off once vital signs consistent with unconscious persons are detected. Incident 4757-01, Day 2 4:15 AM The AAC activates upon detecting consciousness in Dr. Novak, capturing nothing but darkness and labored breathing. Only until 5:35 AM when the sun rises does Dr. Novak start moving. The camera is turned away as Dr. Novak exits the room. [Dr. Novak]: Hold up, Perez. Cmd. Perez comes into view at the end of the hallway and bristles at the noise, but stands still as to let Dr. Novak approach her. [Cmd. Perez]: We should go scavenging around the castle for supplies in the case of a deadly encounter. I woke up earlier and found some items, but nothing helpful. Cmd. Perez opens one of the pockets on her MTF gear to reveal several objects- a book entitled “The History of Yvesvale”, a double sided dagger with a large jewel at the base, and a tiny mechanical music box.. [Dr. Novak]: That … is not from the Nordic era. But I’m guessing the dagger is for me? Unless you wanna give me the gun. Which I wouldn’t object to, for the record. The only thing I have on me is a screwdriver from doing maintenance work when the mechanics occasionally… you, know, die. Cmd. Perez moves to give Dr. Novak the dagger, but jerks back when the scenery changes. The brightly lit, well decorated corridors of the palace warp into a grimey and dark cave, with mining equipment and torches lining the walls. SCP-4757’s figure appears from the cave walls and stands before the both of them. [SCP-4757]: I wonder… will the darkness of these caves consume the warriors spirit hiding with in you? Or will you prevail in this trial and find the light awaiting for you in the exit? The outcome is already written in the stars, inked in with the string of Fate. Ah, but even though the gods have already unleashed the verdict, this poor soul hopes for these bright and young spirits to make it out alive. [Cmd. Perez]: Alive? An unearthly screech emanates from behind Cmd. Perez and Dr. Novak, and the camera turns to face its source. SCP-4757's figure disappears off-screen. [Dr. Novak]: It’s… holy shit, what the fuck is that? A half formed, pitch black decayed humanoid rises from the cavern floor and lunges at Dr. Novak. Cmd. Perez aims a bullet into its skull, stopping it instantly, and wordlessly places the dagger into Dr. Novak’s hand before taking her wrist and running out of the cavern. [Cmd. Perez]: The trial ends when we find the exit, yes? Use any means necessary to get out of this cave system, Doctor. [Dr. Novak]: What the fuck… were those things?4 [Cmd. Perez]: Does it really matter? [Dr. Novak]: You’re right. I mean, if you think about it, we kinda lucked out. It’d be worse if it was a human. Cmd. Perez says nothing as they continue running through the cave system. Three draugr rise up from the cave floor. One manages to grab Cmd. Perez’s ankle, making her stumble, but Cmd. Perez is steadied by Dr. Novak. [Cmd. Perez]: Uh, thanks. [Dr. Novak]: You’re the one who's been saving my sorry ass this whole time. [Cmd. Perez]: There’s four of them up ahead- take the one closest to us and I’ll get the three in the back. [Dr. Novak]: Got it. Dr. Novak creeps behind a corner and throws a pebble at the opposite wall. The four draugr turn towards the sound, and the camera shakes as Dr. Novak stabs the nearest draugr through the trachea. Before the dagger is taken out of the body, three shots ring out. A thump sounds as three bodies fall over, dead. [Cmd. Perez]: Good job, Novak. [Dr. Novak]: Holy… god, there’s brain all over my coat. Man, the laundromat already hates me. Dr. Novak wipes off the remnants of draugr present on her lab coat and continues running with Cmd. Perez, until the cave curves skyward. [Dr. Novak]: God, I’m going to burn all the zombie movies in Site-6. I don't care if Dr. Willow is mad. What's he going to do, fire me? [Cmd. Perez]: Well, probably administer amnesiacs and leave you on the side of the road. [Dr. Novak]: Technically, I’ve been “under surveillance” since I was sixteen, due to some potential anomalous factors. So really, they’d just kick me out of my room and throw me in a cell.5 [Cmd. Perez]: I thought you were a psychologist. [Dr. Novak]: Sue me, I’m good at what I do. Surprisingly, there’s not a lot of people who want to work at a place with an average life expectancy of 25 years. [Cmd. Perez]: Well, I’m shooting you if you start glowing. Cmd. Perez suddenly freezes. A few feet away from her lies a giant cavern, and what appears to be the exit on the other side. [Dr. Novak]: I’ve played enough video games to know that a major boss battle is going to happen once we set foot in there. You have any ammo left? [Cmd. Perez]: Three shots. Let’s make them count. Both of them gingerly enter the cavern. An ear splitting screech sounds from above them, and a half-dead, ghoulish wyrm drops down from the fog-encased ceiling. [Dr. Novak]: And high fantasy movies too, of course. Going right down the dumpster. Sorry, Dr. Willow! Lord of the Rings is getting burned when I get back. [Cmd. Perez]: Remember. Behind. [Dr. Novak]: What about mine? [Cmd. Perez]: Shut up. Dr. Novak gets behind Cmd. Perez, who fires off all three shots into the beast’s chest. The wyrm recoils in pain, but fails to spot either Cmd. Perez or Dr. Novak before they duck under cover. [Dr. Novak]: So… we just have to punch it now? [Cmd. Perez]: I’ll admit, the odds aren’t nice. [Dr. Novak]: If you can distract it with guerrilla tactics, then maybe I can take a flank- [Cmd. Perez]: Did you not remember what I just said? You’re staying here, civvy. [Dr. Novak]: Face it, you can’t take down a dragon with a knife, MTF commander or not. [Cmd. Perez]: You’re a psychologist, I doubt- [Dr. Novak]: Stop being stubborn, you need my help. The wyrm lets out a screeching cry, noticeably closer than before. [Cmd. Perez]: Bu-okay, you’re right. Barely in frame, a rock spire shattered with the weight of the wyrm’s tail. [Cmd. Perez]: Just…don't die. [Dr. Novak]: As if! Dr. Delfino would bring me back from the dead. I’m the only one willing to DM for the Site-6 D&D group. [Cmd. Perez]: Wait, there’s a-? The wyrm screams a guttural roar upon spotting Cmd. Perez and Dr. Novak, swinging its tail mere meters away from them. [Dr. Novak]: Not the time! The camera shakes as Dr. Novak runs to the wyrm’s right side. Barely in view, Cmd. Perez stabs the dagger into the wyrm's tail. With a screech, the wyrm thrashes its wings around, knocking both Cmd. Perez and Dr. Novak backwards. The wyrm charges at Cmd. Perez, who barely manages to make it out of the way before it embeds its horns into the cave wall. Indecipherable shaky camera footage plays as Dr. Novak takes out the screwdriver in her pocket and jams it into the wyrm’s eye. [Dr. Novak]: PEREZ! I THINK I DID SOMETHING! [Cmd. Perez]: Nice execution. [Dr. Novak]: Ok, I feel great and amazing and badass now, but uh…how do we kill it? The wyrm, now half blinded, violently swings its tail from side to side, forcing both Cmd. Perez and Dr. Novak to disengage. [Cmd. Perez]: Here’s the plan. [Dr. Novak]: Is this where I get to see full MTF badassery at it’s finest? [Cmd. Perez]: We run to the exit. [Dr. Novak]: What. [Cmd. Perez]: The entity just said we have to leave the caves. Taking fights you don’t have to is a surefire way to die young. [Dr. Novak]: I’m not saying you’re wrong, because you’re right, but don’t you also kind of… want to kill it? [Cmd. Perez]: I don’t have any desire to be dying in a dingy cave with only a senile skeleton and an eccentric psychologist for company, no. [Dr. Novak]: I mean, its a fucking dragon. That’s like, every kid’s dream. [Cmd. Perez]: Fortunately, I’m not a kid. Nor a future corpse. Because we’re going to run. [Dr. Novak]: And lying about killing it on the official report? I like your style. [Cmd. Perez]: Go first, I’ll be the distraction and bring up the rear. [Dr. Novak]: You can bring up my rea- [Cmd. Perez]: Start running for the exit, Novak. Cmd. Perez steps out of the cover and waves her arms up into the air, drawing the wyrm’s attention with a screech. Dr. Novak waits until the wyrm on the left side of the cavern before snaking to the right side. [Dr. Novak]: Farewell, bragging rights. Dr. Novak takes off sprinting towards the exit, when the wyrm notices her approach. The camera turns sideways as Dr. Novak is rammed into the wall and knocked down, the wyrm now standing over her with open jaws. [Dr. Novak]: Well… shit. Cmd. Perez appears in frame as she stands in the way of Dr. Novak’s body. The wyrm unhinges its jaws and unleashes a roar, anger and victory cascading in triumphant waves from its gaping maw. The camera goes completely red as the lens is coated in blood. Nothing is heard, save for an unearthly shriek. [Dr. Novak]: -erez? The camera regains visuals- albeit, extremely blurry and tinted red, and the figure of Cmd. Perez stands covered in blood. The wyrm’s mouth falls slack and slumps on top of Dr. Novak, its slit throat pouring gallons of blood into the cavern floor. [Cmd. Perez]: Exposing its throat before killing its prey. Cocky. Amateur. [Dr. Novak]: Are you alright? Did it get you? Fucking hell, it’s bleeding on my pants. [Cmd. Perez]: I’m fine. You, on the other hand, probably broke some bones. Everything rotates 180° degrees as Cmd. Perez carries Dr. Novak in a fireman’s hold to the cave system exit. [Dr. Novak]: A-at least we killed the dragon, right? Dr Novak wheezes in pain and Cmd. Perez hand jolts upward out of frame, presumably to steady Dr. Novak’s figure. [Cmd. Perez]: Yeah, we did. Once you get back to Site-6, you can brag to your D&D group. I bet Dr. Delfino will be impressed. [Dr. Novak]: If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were caring about me. [Cmd. Perez]: You’re wheezing. You probably have an injured or punctured lung- breath deeply and don’t talk. White fills the video as the camera adjusts to the bright sunlight outside. SCP-4757 sits in the same meadow from when Dr. Novak and Cmd. Perez first entered SCP-4757-A. [SCP-4757]: Ah! My comrades have come back, alive and well! Fate truly looks with a motherly gaze tod- [Cmd. Perez]: Fix her. [SCP-4757]: Ah, but a warrior mus- [Cmd. Perez]: Now. Cmd. Perez approaches SCP-4757, standing inches from his face. Puffing up to her full size, she towers over the skeleton of a malnourished Norse king. The two stare at each other for almost twenty seconds. [SCP-4757]: Ah… all right. The camera rights itself as Dr. Novak stands up, healed from all her injuries. The video loses the red tint as the blood is removed from the both of them. [SCP-4757]: Now, if you wouldn’t mind returning the swords? [Dr. Novak]: …What swords? [SCP-4757]: The swords I bestowed upon you both? I would never send two warriors into a battle unarmed, of course. This is a battle, not an execution, ja? [Cmd. Perez]: You didn’t give us swords. SCP-4757 falls very, very quiet, its face rapidly switching between microexpressions. [SCP-4757]: …Ah. [Dr. Novak]: W-wait, hold up. We were supposed to have swords? That would have made things so much easier! [SCP-4757]: M-my apologies to you both. My memory isn’t very good, you see. I… forget to do things. [Dr. Novak]: Aw, what the fuck? [Cmd. Perez]: You- [SCP-4757]: Well, it’s all in the past, right? You passed the trial of strength! This calls for merry celebration! The scenery changes to the previous dining hall. Nothing has changed, save for an extra five candles on the table. [SCP-4757]: With vigilance rivaling Heimdall’s watchful eye, I observed the battle you fought with the wyrm. An epic battle of triumph against all odds! It… calls for a dance. SCP-4757 stretches a skeletal hand out toward Dr. Novak, and a jaunty ensemble of horn and flute music starts playing. The music, while filling the room, has no source. [Cmd. Perez]: Wh- [Dr. Novak]: Dancing with the king of this beautiful and prosperous country would be lovely. The lights dim as Dr. Novak and SCP-4757 engage in a spirited dance. [Cmd. Perez]: This is absolut- [Dr. Novak]: Relax. No need to be jealous, right Your Highness? [SCP-4757]: The trials and tribulations of the waking hours fade away in the darkness of the night. Here, we shall dance the night away! Cmd. Perez falls silent as Dr. Novak and SCP-4757 dance for the next five minutes. After the dance. Dr. Novak stretches out a palm to Cmd. Perez. [Dr. Novak]: A dance? [Cmd. Perez]: Is ‘your Majesty’ making you do this? [Dr. Novak]: Isn’t it customary for the knight to dance with the princess after saving her from the big, bad dragon? [Cmd. Perez]: Or we could just have a beer. [SCP-4757]: Ja! To celebration! [Dr. Novak]: You wouldn’t want to disappoint King Puppy Eyes, would you? [Cmd. Perez]: He doesn’t even have eyes. Cmd. Perez waits for Dr. Novak to redo her ponytail, but takes her hand anyway. The melody of the song changes from a spirited tune to a slower ballad. [Cmd. Perez]: And I’m not a knight in shining armor if you fought it too. [Dr. Novak]: You’re a MTF squadron leader with a dark tattoo on your face, a hearing aid, spiky hair, ear piercings on one ear. Trust me, you’re the knight. [Cmd. Perez]: It’s not a tattoo. [Dr. Novak]: Well you don’t see a lot of birthmarks that are pitch black in color and look vine-like. [Cmd. Perez]: My squadron was sent to attempt to capture a reported anomalous entity. Got my hearing, too. [Dr. Novak]: Attempt? [The following exchange has been redacted by order of the O-5 council. Only personnel with PHOBOS credentials may view the following exchange.] [Cmd.Perez]: ██████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████ [Dr. Novak]: ███████████████████████████████ [Cmd. Perez]: ██████████████████████████████ █████████████████████████████████████████ [Dr. Novak]: Well, let’s just dance and be merry for now, right? [Cmd. Perez]: Reflect upon the successes of the day, as the skeleking said. Ow- you're stepping on my foot. The ballad dies down, eventually stopping and ending the dance. [SCP-4757]: You both should get some much needed rest. A warrior will need both virtues from the previous trials in order to succeed… and a large amount of haminja. [Dr. Novak]: Haminja? [Cmd. Perez]: Luck. Found it in one of the books here. [Dr. Novak]: Ah, this trial seems exciting and totally not life-threatening. [Cmd. Perez]: As if that’s anything new. [Dr. Novak]: With that positive note, I’m gonna go head to bed. [Cmd. Perez]: I don’t think I have to keep repeating myself, but be careful. I’ll wake you up early- being separated for long is unsafe. I don't want any of us to get injured. [Dr. Novak]: And disturb your beauty sleep? I classify that as ‘cruel and unusual punishment’. On the off chance I do die, I’ll make sure to be quiet about it. [Cmd. Perez]: How… worryingly considerate. [Dr. Novak]: Well, dobrú noc6 and don’t let the bedbugs bite. Dr. Novak heads into the bedroom where she slept during the prior night. After trying and failing to power on a non-descript handheld console from her lab coat pocket, she extinguishes the candle on the bedside table with two fingers and laid down. The AAC goes offline five minutes later. Incident 4757-01, Day 3 2:43 PM The AAC does not change in position or detect any auditory input until 3:24 PM. Dr. Novak brushes her hair, combing it into a high ponytail before exiting the room and entering the corridor. [Dr. Novak]: Hey, Perez? You in here? No? Dr. Novak breaks into a jog and heads for the dining hall. [Dr. Novak]: You know I’m a little, little kid at heart, but I’m not really a fan of hide and seek. Wait, is that a note? Barely visible in the camera frame, a note rests on the large oak dining table. As Dr. Novak approaches, a sword of 90 cm in length materializes and falls on top of the note, pinning it in place. [Dr. Novak]: At least he didn’t forget the sword this time. Dr. Novak stands above the note and carefully pulls out the sword, which is currently imbedded in the table. The note’s contents are visible from this angle, reading as follows: “To the soul blessed with knowledge worthy of Odin and the charm of Freya: The trial of heart shall commence the moment you read this note. Fear not for your friend in arms; Tyr smiles down on her courage and strength. Alas, her heart was forged from a different flame and must be tempered differently. For your trial, you must participate in the hunt- kill the animal that hides in this palace. A game you practiced in your mortal youth, no?” [Dr. Novak]: I guess I’m alone for this one. I’m tempted to say ‘how hard can hide-and-seek be?’, but it’d bite me in the ass later. A voice sounding male in nature, further labeled from here on as SCP-4757-B, comes from somewhere in the palace. The contents of its speech are unable to be deciphered. [Dr. Novak]: Is that a human? Wha-holy shit. Dr. Novak takes off running towards the direction of the voice, eventually finding a spiral staircase and climbing to the floor above. Eventually, she reaches a large corridor with ten bedrooms branching off of it, most likely a guest wing. [Dr. Novak]: Are you in one of these rooms? Dr. Novak takes off running towards one of the bedrooms and opens its door. Instead of the interior resembling that of a Viking era bedroom, a thick, clouded haze filled the room. [Dr. Novak]: What is this place? The room, while maintaining its basic structure, occasionally regains clarity in certain areas- more noticeably the bed, the dresser and the door. Dr. Novak picks up an ornate bracelet, unaffected by the cloudy haze in the rest of the room. A sentence is engraved into the inside of the bracelet. [Dr. Novak]: “To my dearest Asta, from your beloved king.” Cute. The name on the bracelet begins to change- going from Asta to Astrid, and then shifting to Åse. Finally, it remains with just an A, and the previously mentioned cloudy haze covering the rest of the name. [SCP-4757-B]: Hello? God, where am I? Is anyone here? [Dr. Novak]: This… isn’t the time for sightseeing, Irene. [Dr. Novak]: I’m coming closer! What floor are you on? You sound as if you’re above me. Dr. Novak waits for a response, but upon receiving nothing but silence, she returns back to the staircase and continues climbing. [SCP-4757-B]: Hello? Is anyone there? Please help, the blood- it’s not stopping. [Dr. Novak]: What the fuck? What the actual fuck? This is fucked up, god, I’m gonna… [Dr. Novak]: Hey, person? Tell me… where you are, I’m coming to help. SCP-4757-B does not respond. [Dr. Novak]: Of course it wouldn’t be that easy. He might not be… an actual person person. Yeah, skeleking wouldn’t just let me kill a random dude, that’s not… noble, or whatever. Dr. Novak advances up the spiral staircase once more, spurred on by SCP-4757-B’s occasional whimpers of pain. SCP-4757-B increases in volume as Dr. Novak continues up the stairs, eventually reaching the roof of the castle. She strains under the weight of opening the large spruce door, but manages to head onto the roof, where a middle aged man sits against one of many decorative stone columns. One of SCP-4757-B’s legs are rendered useless by a laceration spanning the entire width of its leg. SCP-4757-B’s appearance was later identified as Dr. Novak’s father, Dr. Teodor Novak, deceased. [Dr. Novak]: I’m he- Dad? [SCP-4757-B]: Rena? Is that you? But you’re so big and- help me up, Rena. Dr. Novak stands frozen for a moment, but ultimately runs towards SCP-4757-B’s side. [Dr. Novak]: You’re… what happened to you? How did you get this cut, and why, no, how are you here? What the fuc- [SCP-4757-B]: Language. What would your babka7 say if she was here? [Dr. Novak]: I’m grown now and- just please, Dad. [SCP-4757-B]: I… remember the ██████ dragging me out of our house and… nothing else after that. Where… am I? Why are you so big? How long has it been? Where did you get that sword? [Dr. Novak]: Dad, please sit down. You’re bleeding everywhere, Christ. [SCP-4757-B]: Tell me, Rena. What happened? SCP-4757-B reaches to cup Dr. Novak’s face, but Dr. Novak backs away from its body. [Dr. Novak]: Get the fuck away from me. [SCP-4757-B]: Rena? [Dr. Novak]: You’re not… my dad. I saw your, fuck, his body with my own two eyes. Don’t you dare fucking take on his face just to test my ‘strength of heart’ or whatever bullcrap you wanna spew from your mouth. Dr. Novak raises her sword with both hands and approaches SCP-4757-B’s lying figure. [SCP-4757-B]: Rena, please, just listen to me. I’m me, remember? I used to take you to chess at the park, and you’d always win against the strangers, even though you were so little, an- [Dr. Novak]: Shut up! Just, shut up, you fucking liar. [SCP-4757-B]: Rena, please, listen to me. [Dr. Novak]: Are you seriously going to beg when you have the audacity to wear his face? [SCP-4757-B]: You’re scaring me, Rena. [Dr. Novak]: You’re just an apparition, a fake, created by the skeleton. You’re not actually my dad. I shouldn’t have any issues with… killing you. [SCP-4757-B]: Killing me? Wait, Re- Dr. Novak starts approaching SCP-4757-B, the sword trembling with the shaking of her hands. [Dr. Novak]: Goodbye, you fucking imposter. And say a special ‘fuck you’ to the skeleton king. [SCP-4757-B]: Pleas- SCP-4757-B lets out a scream as Dr. Novak plunges the bronze sword into his chest, turning into a gurgle as blood erupts from its wound and onto Dr. Novak. Dr. Novak makes no attempt to remove the sword from its chest, instead falling to the floor and backing away from its body. SCP-4757-B’s guttural screams continue for four minutes, eventually turning into whimpers. Dr. Novak remains silent until its body stops twitching in agony and the sword dissolves into mist. [SCP-4757]: Congratulations. The scene changes to the palace’s dining hall once more, and Cmd. Perez stands on the opposite end of the room, face pale and covered with sweat. SCP-4757 rises from his seat at the head of the table. [Dr. Novak]: Perez, are you ok? You look clammy. [Cmd. Perez]: Please tell me that blood isn’t yours. [Dr. Novak]: Nope, don’t worry. I had to track down this wolf and kill it- ah sorry, my throat keeps clogging up. [Cmd. Perez]: Are you feeling alrigh- wait, are you crying? Do you want me to, uh, get you… anything? [Dr. Novak]: It was a really cute dog though. And it had pups. Anyway, are you alright? What happened to you? You look dead. [Cmd. Perez]: Nothing. Dr. Novak turns towards SCP-4757, who watches the pair with curious eyes. [Dr. Novak]: So… that’s it then, huh? [SCP-4757]: Indeed! You both have completed the three trials of Valhalla, a feat only those chosen by Fate herself can accomplish. Take these for your future endeavors: a token proving both the strength of your heart and the strength of your blade. In SCP-4757's outstretched hand lies two pins- both silver. (Further descriptions are available in Table Two). Dr. Novak and Cmd. Perez attach their respective pins to their lapels. [Cmd. Perez]: You agreed to free us from this realm when we completed the trials, correct? [SCP-4757]: Indeed, I did. And I shall return you both from whence you came… after a banquet, of course! What kind of host would I be, sending Fate’s chosen warriors home hungry and cold? The gods would punish me for such behavior, ja? [Cmd. Perez]: We… can’t just go back now? [Dr. Novak]: Do you really want to eat the cafeteria food? [Cmd. Perez]: It’s not that bad. [Dr. Novak]: Ok, psychopath. [SCP-4757]: A send-off the gods would be proud of! I can see it in my mind already, yes! A marching band, run by the finest of my royal bards, and pounds and pounds of delicious food! And lots of mead to go with it, of course. Dr. Novak takes out a small notebook from inside her lab coat and proceeds to flip to an empty page. [Dr. Novak]: Wait, just a second. How are you able to… do all of this? [SCP-4757]: It’s my kingdom, skjaldmær8, and I am the king. Therefore, anything I say, goes. [Cmd. Perez]: You could keep us here forever, then. And we couldn’t do anything to fight it. SCP-4757 turns and looks at Cmd. Perez, eyes comically wide. [SCP-4757]: I am a man of my word! How dare you- [Dr. Novak]: All right, let’s turn it down a notch, right? I’m sure His Majesty wouldn’t do anything of the sort. [SCP-4757]: Exactly. Now, a feast! The scenery once again changes to the banquet hall. Both Dr. Novak and Cmd. Perez are sitting down, with heaps of food on their plates. SCP-4757 gestures to a large orchestra of floating instruments, who immediately start bellowing a jaunty tune. Dr. Novak turns to Cmd. Perez. [Dr. Novak]: I know I already asked you this, but are you sure you’re alright? [Cmd. Perez]: I’m not injured. [Dr. Novak]: I asked if you were alright, not if you were unharmed. Cmd. Perez grabs her cup, full of mead, and downs most of the large goblet in one gulp. [Dr. Novak]: Uhh…? [Cmd. Perez]: While I’m flattered you care, I’m going to continue drinking until you change the subject. [Dr. Novak]: Alrighty then. Drinking and being merry? [Cmd. Perez]: I suppose this calls for a “hell yeah”? [Dr. Novak]: Please tell me I didn’t hallucinate you saying ‘hell yeah’. And I wasn’t even able to record it. Dr. Novak raises her glass, with Cmd. Perez doing the same. Cmd. Perez flashes a smile and clinks them together. [Cmd. Perez]: Cheers. [Dr. Novak]: Cheers. SCP-4757 suddenly materializes from behind both of their chairs, drink in hand. [SCP-4757]: Cheers. [Dr. Novak]: Jesus Chr- Where did you come from?! SCP-4757 pours its entire cup of mead into its skeletal jaw. Despite the mead falling through its ribcage and onto the floor, SCP-4757 lets out a loud, satisfied, sigh. [Dr. Novak]: Wait, can you get drunk? Can you even have a BAC if you don’t have blood? [Cmd. Perez]: That’s where you draw the line? [SCP-4757]: Please, let's commence the joyous celebration, ja? Two new christened warriors bring the revival of Yvesvale ever closer, and the return of a glorious people! [Cmd. Perez]: "Revival of Yvesvale"? Are you planning a revolution? [SCP-4757]: If Yvesvale had a group of warriors, both wise and strong in might, then maybe… Fate would have been kinder on my- no, my country’s- poor soul. Fate has chosen me to gather warriors, such as you. For the glory of Yvesvale, and for my citizens resting in Valhalla. [Dr. Novak]: Shouldn’t you, I don’t know, move on? I mean, you can’t change the past. Hell- believe me, I know. Cmd. Perez lets out a snort and takes a sip from her cup. [SCP-4757]: And old king is nothing without his kingdom. [Cmd. Perez]: You mentioned before that there were others before us. How many are there? [SCP-4757]: Ah, my warriors are plentiful! While many of them have passed to the ills of old age, they remain as Yvesvale’s warriors, even from the bright realm of Valhalla. [Cmd. Perez]: Do you have an estimate? How many do you need? [SCP-4757]: Well, ah, Yvesvale’s protectors are, uh, numerous! The years, well, have not been kind to my memory. Please, forgive my inability. [Cmd. Perez]: You are planning to reform your old kingdom, correct? "Like an ouroboros", were your exact words. When will you do this? [SCP-4757]: I- uh, I don't… I need to do the trials. I deserve my kingdom back, after so many trials and tribulations. Fate will… give it back to me. SCP-4757 pulls at its collar, and begins to look around the dining hall. The tapestries depicting a kingdom's demise have reappeared, replacing the windows once again. Cmd. Perez says nothing towards SCP-4757. [SCP-4757]: …Won't it? [Dr. Novak]: Let’s, uh, go back to the whole ‘drinking and being merry’ idea, alright? Cheers. [SCP-4757]: Ah, y-yeah. Cheers! SCP-4757's drink, inexplicably refilled, is downed in one gulp and falls through SCP-4757’s skull. A visible red tint colors its cheeks. After stunned silence by both Cmd. Perez and Dr. Novak, it prances back to its seat to consume the meat on its plate. [Cmd. Perez]: Is he… all right in the head? [Dr. Novak]: He’s been dead for, what, a thousand years? I’d be a little… weird in the head. [Cmd. Perez]: You already are a little weird in the head. [Dr. Novak]: I’d be mad if you weren’t right. Cmd. Perez snorts and begins eating her food in silence, with Dr. Novak doing the same. Eventually, the invisible orchestra quiets down and SCP-4757 stands up from its seat. [SCP-4757]: *hic* Are you guys all ready to go home to your… technology and your laboratories to do whatever you humans do? [Cmd. Perez]: I think we’re both ready. I’ve been ready for a long time. [Dr. Novak]: Could you… wait a minute? I just need one second. [Cmd. Perez]: Novak? What are you- [Dr. Novak]: Just- be quiet for a moment. Dr. Novak procures a Sharpie from her lab coat pocket and grabs Cmd. Perez’s hand. Cmd. Perez jerks back at first, but eventually concedes. In barely legible handwriting, the sentence “Dr. Irene Novak, Bratty Psychologist- (███) ███ - ████ ♡” (phone number preserved to protect Dr. Novak’s privacy) is written on Cmd. Perez’s hand. [Dr. Novak]: Call me. You’re cute. [Cmd. Perez]: That, uh, would be nice. Very. [Dr. Novak]: Don’t leave me waiti- The AAC aruptly turns off as SCP-4757 sends Dr. Novak and Cmd. Perez out of SCP-4757-A. [End of Dr. Novak’s Anomalous Activated Camera Log] Footnotes 1. In where Jörmungandr, also called the Midgard Serpent, grows so long it encircles the earth. 2. Stew made in Nordic society. Usually consists of either lamb or beef. 3. One of two meals in early Nordic society. Translates as "night meal". 4. Foundation mythology experts have concluded the entities were likely draugr. 5. More details can be found in Document ████████-███, and may only be viewed by those directly involved with the project. 6. "Good night" in Slovak. 7. "Grandmother" in Slovak. 8. Old Norse for "Shield Maiden", a female warrior. |
SCP-4758 | safe | 3/4758 LEVEL 3/4758 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4758 Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-4758 are to be kept within cryogenic storage along with the severed hand all SCP-4758 instances were found with. Instances of SCP-4758-1 are currently being located and terminated by MTF Omega-15 "Bag and Tag". If an SCP-4758-1 burrow is found, the location is to be reported to MTF Capt. Edward Myers. As of 20/02/2019, all Site-82 staff are to be scanned monthly for any tumorous growths within the heart and brain. Description: SCP-4758 is a series of ten letters either written by or sent to a Charles Lafitte.1 Due to each SCP-4758 having a different anomalous property and said effects not being major enough for a separate SCP designation, each has been given a sub-designation ranging from Letter 1 to Letter 10. Letter 1, as of this writing, is conclusively non-anomalous. SCP-4758-1 are the individuals that have read either Letter 10 or certain excerpts from Communication Log 4758. SCP-4758-1 undergoes a three-stage development cycle, which takes place over the span of five years. The first stage of development takes place over the span of three years. Affected individuals become paranoid and often develop mental disorders such as insomnia or Alzheimer's disease. The only physical identifying feature of SCP-4758-1 at this stage is a group of small tumorous growths within the brain and heart ranging from four to seven centimeters in diameter. The second stage of development takes place over the course of one year. The affected individuals undergo a full tissue conversion and begin to produce large amounts of SCP-4758-1 tissue2 until it has grown to be roughly three meters in diameter. The body structure of SCP-4758-1 is generally described as larva-like. During the final stage of development, SCP-4758-1 will begin secreting a mucus through its pores; currently, the purpose of this mucus is unknown. Two sets of large arm-like structures will sprout from the front and back of SCP-4758-1. After the final stage of development SCP-4758-1 instances will dig burrows where they will enter a state similar to hibernation. Discovery: SCP-4758 was discovered in Normandy, France during a Foundation raid on a sect of the Serpent's Hand. Reports filed after the raid stated that only one-fifth of the Serpent's Hand sect were present. SCP-4758 instances were found held by a hand severed at the wrist. Due to the unusually well-preserved condition of the limb, it was treated as potentially anomalous and brought back for testing. As of 05/09/2016 several dead instances of SCP-4758-1 have been found within the Serpent's Hand area of operations. Addendum 4758-1: Destination Summary Intended Recipient Anomalous Properties Letter 1 A letter stating that Charles will soon be married to a woman named Abigail. Unknown family members. None. Letter 2 Makes mention of Charles seeing a strange man near his home. Abigail Lafitte. None. Subjects gain one-way communication with Charles from reading Letter 10 after Letter 2.3 Letter 3 A post physical letter stating that Charles has tuberculosis. Charles Lafitte. Subjects holding Letter 3 for an extended period of time report feeling weak and difficulty breathing. Letter 4 Makes mention of Abigail being pregnant and Charles's fear of death. Unknown family members. Subjects report hearing a woman screaming after reading Letter 4. Letter 5 A description of Charles's nightmares. At the end of the letter, Charles states "Father, I am ready and I am willing. I will admit, I am quite anxious, but I know the ceremony is a great honor and I am grateful that you have chosen me.". It should be noted that Letter 5 is written entirely in Latin. Father.4 If separated from other instances of SCP-4758 and/or not held by the hand for five hours Letter 5 will catch fire; the fire can not be extinguished by any means other than placing Letter 5 in the hand with the other SCP-4758 instances. Letter 6 A post physical letter stating that Charles will die within weeks. Charles Lafitte. Subjects holding Letter 6 rapidly develop coal worker's pneumococcus causing subjects to expire in minutes. Letter 7 A letter stating that Abigail has been killed and the fetus was extracted from her womb and that Charles is ready for the ceremony.5 Father. Reading Letter 7 activates a cognitohazard causing total organ failure. Letter 8 A set of instructions for performing a ritual. Charles Lafitte. Reading Letter 8 activates a cognitohazard causing total organ failure. Letter 9 Possible information on a Sarkic cult.6 Unknown. Reading Letter 9 activates a cognitohazard causing total organ failure. Letter 10 The summary of Letter 10 has been expunged due to its effects. Unknown. Reading Letter 10 triggers the SCP-4758-1 transformation process. Any form of documentation of Letter 10 has the same effects. Open Letter Transcripts --- Letter 1 Letter 2 Letter 3 Letter 4 Letter 5 Letter 6 Father, please read this letter to mother. I know this letter will bring her joy. Today is the greatest day of my life for I have finally gotten the perfect ring. Within the next month I will be married to Abigail, and I want nothing more than for the family to come to France for the wedding. The churches here are beautiful. I eagerly await your visit. - Charles Abigail, please wait. I've seen a strange man poking around the house, when I approached him he spouted some blasphemous nonsense about living forever. Said I was special, or important, or some such. I'm going to make sure he never steps foot near our family ever again. Don't worry, we will be together soon. I haven't forgotten my promise, or our child. I will personally come and bring you to our new home, but only once I know this man isn't a threat to our family. - Your beloved, Charles Lafitte Charles, I regret to inform you that you are terminally ill. You have something known as tuberculosis, treatment isn't available but the best course of action is to come to my office and get an injection every so often. Stay somewhere warm and dry, but I would recommend spending time with your family because it may be the last time they ever see you. - Dr. Morrison Father please read only the first half of this letter to mother, I don't want to worry her. Abigail is pregnant, soon I will be a father. I am both anxious and proud of this new prospect of life. I have names in mind, but I will tell you the name of our child when the time comes. I am ill. I don't know how long I have left to live, but it is likely that my child will not have a father. For the first time in years I am terrified. I'm hiding this from Abigail, I love her but I simply don't want her to worry. I fear what awaits me, I fear St. Peter's judgment. I may have a way to get better, a man that has a cure for all earthly ailments. I will try his cure, and then I may be able to avoid the grave for some time longer. - Your son, Charles Father, what I must do has been haunting me. I know that I must not tell Abigail where I have been and what I have been doing, but the dreams make it difficult. I wake up screaming in the middle of the night and I have to lie to my wife, my beloved. Lying to Abigail makes me feel sick, sicker than when I had my first taste. I know I must forget these feelings so I may live on, but I can't simply forget about my love. I require your guidance once more Father. Every night, the same dream, the same horror. I awake in a field of fire then cover myself in the blood of Abigail. I cut open her womb and devour what is left of my first born. When the time comes, I shall do what must be done. The thought alone makes me sick, but for the ceremony I shall overcome these feelings. Father, I am ready and I am willing. I will admit, I am quite anxious, but I know the ceremony is a great honor and I am grateful that you have chosen me. - Your chosen, Charles Lafitte Charles, your health is declining at a rapid rate. You're paler than I have ever seen you. The shaking is what worries me, you say it's because you're hungry but I am a doctor. I know that hunger will not cause you to shake. At this point, rest will not help you. It is my professional opinion that you will die within weeks. Say your goodbyes and settle any debts you may have. I am sorry that you have to receive this news, I wish there was something more I could do for you. - Dr. Morrison Communication Log 4758: CAUTION The contents of the following file are being scrubbed of all anomalous data. Any non-authorized personnel accessing this file will be terminated. Secure Contain Protect OPEN FILE --- Subject 1 Date: 11/02/2006 Transcript: "The deaf can hear once more. The blasphemers shall be punished." Note: Subject reports hearing wheezing. This is the only time breathing was heard during communication. Date: 30/04/2007 Transcript: "My wife and child were integral to the ceremony, but I still mourn their deaths to this day." Date: 06/05/2007 Transcript: "Your time is slowly approaching, but do not fret. The purpose you serve is far greater than you can imagine." Date: 04/02/2010 Transcript: "While you change, I do as well. I can feel my lungs, the tips of my fingers, my heart beats once more." Current Status of Subject: Terminated 06/02/2011. Subject 2 Date: 11/08/2011 Transcript: "Latin came after French. Father said it was important. Most of our texts were in Latin, and the others were in French. Not a single one was in English." Date: 01/12/2012 Transcript: "Father was with me since the start, but the others didn't understand." Date: 15/12/2012 Transcript: "The first taste was awful. My body rejected it at first, but soon I grew to need the flesh of man. I eventually learned to control my hunger, but going without made me feel empty." Date: 29/09/2013 Transcript: "It has been years since I last stretched my skin. Every slight movement causes me some pain; however, I must endure this. I will not disappoint Father." Subject Status: Self-terminated through auto-cannibalism 30/09/2013. Subject 3 Date: 11/02/2014 Transcript: N/A Note: Subject reports hearing screaming for five days. Subject 4 Date: 21/09/2015 Transcript: "Spread the knowledge I require. Fulfill your purpose" Status of Subject: Subject died from blood loss after writing an excerpt of Letter 10 on a wall within his cell 21/09/2015. Subject 5 Date: 30/01/2016 Transcript: "I hunger." Subject Status: Terminated 29/03/2019. Subject 6 Date: 19/05/2019 Transcript: "Father, I hunger. I need the taste." Subject status: Stored within standard humanoid containment cell. Footnotes 1. No historical data on this Charles Lafitte has been found outside of SCP-4758 instances 2. SCP-4758-1 tissue functions as muscle, bone, fat, and neural tissues 3. See Communication Log 4758 for more information Destruction of physical copies of Communication Log 4758 are currently ongoing. 4. The identity of Father is currently unknown; however, the name Father is most likely used in a religious connotation. 5. While the exact contents of Letter 7 through Letter 9 are unknown due to their properties, summaries have been made up from various documents found after the Serpent's Hand raid. 6. Little documentation of Letter 9 has been found; however, references to "The Profane", a derogatory term used for Sarkic cults, have been found in all Letter 9 documentation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4758" by OccultistMave, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4758. 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-4759 | keter | A donut recovered from SCP-4759-A Item #: SCP-4759 Special Containment Procedures: Existing Foundation elements in state governments are to monitor for SCP-4759 manifestations and discredit it during deliberations. Donut shops in affected areas are to be surveilled for SCP-4759-A. As of 03/10/2017, state legislators are to be investigated for any connections to bakeries and bread distributors. Description: SCP-4759 are anomalous additions to existing bills being considered by state legislatures. SCP-4759 instances are usually between 10,000 and 120,000 words and consist almost entirely of nonsensical words and phrases, with the exception of a single section that describes a "donut tax" in great detail and specificity. The donut tax bill imposes a sales tax of 10-90% on all donuts and related food items and products, as well as a heavier tax on the overall profits of small businesses which sell donuts. Legislators reviewing SCP-4759 will regard the document as non-anomalous, and discuss the tax as they would any other. Legislators in support of SCP-4759 will suffer insomnia, persistent nightmares, and develop a severe flour allergy. Occasionally, a legislator that supports the tax will be accosted by a figure instantly manifesting near their location. This figure, designated SCP-4759-A, resembles a humanoid armed with a lance and mounted on a horse, and is composed entirely of compressed donuts. (Local stores report the sudden disappearance of large amounts of donuts during SCP-4759-A manifestations.) SCP-4759-A will vocalize through unknown means and challenge the legislator to single combat, with the condition that should SCP-4759-A win, the legislator must attempt to stop the passing of SCP-4759. If the legislator declines, SCP-4759-A will continue to reappear on subsequent days until they acquiesce. To date, the combined actions of the Foundation and SCP-4759-A have managed to prevent SCP-4759 from being passed into law. Addendum: On 03/09/2017, SCP-4759-A attempted to battle Alabama Senator Vivian Davis Figures due to the latter's extremely vocal support for the bill. Upon being struck by SCP-4759-A's lance, Senator Figures' skin was pierced; she removed it and revealed herself to be composed entirely of bagels. Senator Figures won the duel and fled the scene, and has not been located since. Cover Story 119-L ("Golfing Accident") was employed. SCP-4759-A has continued its appearances. |
SCP-4760 | euclid | SCP-4760 - An Eye for an Eye ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file describes an unknown and dangerous man-made anomalous threat involving a hostile Person or Group of Interest, and is Level 4/4760 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 4760 Item#: 4760 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Edge of SCP-4760 Exclusion Zone. Graham Island, BC, CA. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4760 is contained at its original location of discovery. While attempts to move SCP-4760 to a more secure location have to date invariably failed, Foundation engineers assigned to the entity are to continue to research means by which this may be accomplished. Under Foundation Protocol FALCON-22, an exclusionary zone has been created surrounding SCP-4760. During SCP-4760 activation cycles, no personnel are permitted to enter this exclusionary zone for any reason. Entering this exclusionary zone during one of these cycles is almost immediately fatal, and personnel who do not pass through the established barrier before the beginning of a cycle are to be considered lost. Foundation Protocol FALCON-22 also dictates means by which SCP-4760 activation cycles can be detected. A series of concentric rings of bird cages, each containing a single canary1 has been set-up surrounding SCP-4760. This system consists of ten rings, each spaced roughly 72m from each other, with twelve cages in each ring. Basic mechanical pressure switches in the floors of these cages are to monitor for SCP-4760’s activation’s effects on the birds inside the cages. These switches are attached to small bells, which will sound continuously if the bird inside hits the floor of the cage with enough force to trigger the mechanism. A single D-Class subject is to remain seated next to SCP-4760’s terminal at all times. These subjects are instructed to quickly describe on paper what they see on the terminal during the activation cycle whenever it occurs. After the conclusion of an activation cycle, these papers are to be collected and remanded to Site-64 for inspection and research, to determine any kind of commonality between the cycles. The remains of these subjects, as well as the remains of the birds used to detect activation cycles, are to also be moved to Site-64 for incineration. Attempts to replace the D-Class subject with a series of long-range photographic devices has been unsuccessful due to heavy interference created by the activation of these cycles. Currently, activation cycles are expected once every 47 days, with a variance of 5 days. It has been [29 DAYS] since an SCP-4760 activation cycle. Animal remains at the edge of SCP-4760 Exclusion Zone. Description: SCP-4760 is a machine located on Graham Island, British Columbia, Canada. SCP-4760 was built by PoI-1115 “Vincent Anderson”, supposedly at the request of a unnamed client. SCP-4760 consists of two primary functions. SCP-4760-A is a series of massive, tungsten plates seated 1.2m under the ground beneath SCP-4760-B. Together the entire structure constitutes a circular plate roughly 800m in diameter. Parts of the plate appear to be coated in thin layers of various rare metals, as well as carbon, palladium, and iridium. Beneath the plates is a network of small copper tubes that run from various points on the underside of SCP-4760-A up to an access port beneath SCP-4760-B. During an activation cycle it is believed that these tubes move some sort of gas from the underside of the plates back towards the center of the structure. SCP-4760-B is a naked humanoid entity seated on a steel chair in the center of the SCP-4760-A array. This being is completely hairless, and has no eyes, ears, nose, mouth, anus, or other open orifices anywhere on its body. In the place of eyes, SCP-4760-B has two metal ports over each of its eye sockets, attached to which are two metallic cables running from SCP-4760-B to a small television on a metal stand nearby. Although SCP-4760-B has no apparent means by which to take in air, SCP-4760-B’s chest still rises and falls as if it was breathing. It does not ever consume food or excrete waste, and is otherwise completely still aside from the rare instances in which it reacts to stimuli2. Aside from this SCP-4760-B is otherwise completely featureless, and though it has been described as being vaguely feminine in appearance it has no discernible gendered characteristics. SCP-4760-A and -B are part of a system that is believed to have originally been intended to allow for remote viewing. In records of SCP-4760’s creation, Vincent Anderson notes that the entity is capable of perceiving human voices and taking commands, which would in turn trigger an activation cycle and display the intended target on the screen attached to SCP-4760-B. The entity no longer appears to respond to commands or the human voice at all, but can still be triggered manually by touching SCP-4760-B or the cables attached to its eye sockets in any way. During activation cycles, SCP-4760-B will twitch and move slightly more than usual, and an image will appear on the screen next to it. In all instances of SCP-4760-B’s activation, the entity will appear on the screen alongside the intended subjects of the viewing3. The entity typically appears motionless in these events, but has been observed interacting with the subjects involved, with various results (See Addendum 4760.X for more information). Activation of SCP-4760 is fatal to any living thing in the area directly above SCP-4760-A. Through means which are currently unknown to Foundation thaumatologists, SCP-4760 is capable of suddenly and violently drawing energy out of living things, resulting in their deaths. While SCP-4760 can also drain energy from electrical devices, the effect is substantially more apparent with living creatures. This effect appears to be intended; SCP-4760 is not capable of creating and maintaining an image on-screen without at least some loss of life. If no creatures are within the boundaries of SCP-4760-A at the beginning of an activation cycle, the effect will not spread as far out from SCP-4760-B as it would otherwise. The birds used to identify SCP-4760 activation cycles have thus far not been enough to sustain a full activation cycle. From the moment SCP-4760 begins activating, human subjects within SCP-4760-A will generally experience no more than fifteen seconds of consciousness before succumbing to the effects of SCP-4760. The bodies of creatures affected by SCP-4760 show a uniform state of decay; subjects generally appear dried and withered, with bones and other hard structures becoming brittle and flesh and meat becoming seized and torn. The results of testing indicate that this process is extremely painful for entities that experience it4. Notably, as a result of this the area directly above SCP-4760-A is often devoid of plant life, as organisms planted there rarely have enough time to achieve any substantial growth. Addendum 4760.1: Discovery SCP-4760 was discovered after the death of hiking enthusiast and internet personality Anders Max, who was reportedly hiking and kayaking in British Columbia. In his final video blog entry, Max described arriving at SCP-4760 and staying there for the night. In the morning, he awoke and further explored SCP-4760, eventually finding SCP-4760-B. The following is the transcript of a final video in which Max triggers the activation cycle that resulted in his death. On-screen is Anders Max. He is wearing a heavy jacket. All around him is the flat dirt circle of SCP-4760. Max: Alright guys, this is what I was talking about. I came out here last night and when I woke up, you can see here where, hang on- (zooms in on the dirt) it’s all dirt in this, like, perfect circle. Look at this. (Pans around). Max sees SCP-4760-B. Max: What is that? (Approaches SCP-4760-B) Holy shit what is that? Is it some sort of puppet? (Camera pans around again) Hello? Is anyone here? (Pauses) This is so weird. It must be some sort of art piece, but I’ve never seen anything like it… Jesus. Fuck, I think it’s breathing. Camera zooms in on SCP-4760-B, which is sitting up and “looking” straight ahead, unmoving. Max: Hello? Can you hear me? What is this? (Reaches out and touches SCP-4760-B’s shoulder. The entity shivers) Hello? Suddenly, a bird falls out of the sky and lands near Max. Max: What the- fuck! Holy shit, did that just come from-? SCP-4760-B begins to twitch. The camera’s picture starts to become grainy, and the battery indicator drops suddenly. Max: Oh, oh- no, what- The video cuts out completely. Sound continues for a few more seconds, but is heavily distorted. Max: (?) Mom- mom, momma, I- Audio cuts out. Addendum 4760.2: Ongoing Research and Investigation Shortly after Foundation assets seized the land on which SCP-4760 is situated and discerned its basic characteristics, an intensive investigation began into the origins of the structure. During this investigation a laboratory was uncovered nearby, one that had been overrun with vegetation and was in a severe state of disrepair. This laboratory, which appeared to have been abandoned suddenly and without warning, contained evidence that the original owner was PoI-1115, Vincent Anderson. According to information collected from the laboratory, the laboratory had been abandoned over thirty years prior. After collecting the computers from inside the lab and analyzing the discs (many of which had been destroyed over time due to exposure), a small cache of encrypted data was discovered and revealed to be Anderson Robotics project archives. These archives contained detailed schematics of SCP-4760-A, a list of testing results, and an exhaustive collective of personal journal entries, correspondences, and database updates, all believed to have been created by Anderson himself. For more information about these entries, see Addendum 4760.3 below. Addendum 4760.3: Collected Information from PoI-1115’s Lab 9/19/1963 Isaac, Your assumptions were correct. The individual I spoke to on the phone revealed himself as a mediator for Mr. Obadiah Dark, of Marshall, Carter and Dark. We didn’t talk for too long - he expressed how busy he was but mentioned that they were interested in some of the work we’d done with the Nonell units. I’ll admit I am cautiously optimistic. If we can secure a deal like this, we’ll be able to fund the Saker program. I’ll keep you posted, but this is a good start. -Vincent 11/02/1963 Work begins! Today we take our first step into the unknown. I have assembled a small team to handle most of the heavy lifting, and have taken up residence on a fairly deserted patch of rock here in the frigid north. I've been very careful as so keep our intentions hidden from even my closest confidants, as the nature of this work can attracted unwanted attention if it gets out. I finally got the opportunity to speak to Mr. Dark directly - or as much as you can with someone like he. I'll admit I found his person generally distasteful and his presence uncomfortable, but he is in possession of a truly staggering amount of wealth, and far be it for me to judge a man on instinct alone. He expressed to me a single desire - to see the world as his enemies do. He said to me, "Vincent, I'm a businessman. My business is the unknown and the unseen. I have powerful enemies who thwart my investments at every turn, and they're able to do this because they can see the unseen. I desire that sight, Vincent." He no doubt is referring to the SCP - those doctors and armed men called the Jailers by the Serpents of the Wandering Hand. It puzzled me that he would name them specifically; I recognize they have influence just about everywhere, but so far as I know their actual capabilities are rather lacking, unlike those in Europe and the United States. Still, my experience with them is limited, so maybe he knows something I don't. But still, his request was even stranger. "See as they see." Mr. Dark goes on to tell me that the SCP have this tool, this machine they call the All-Seeing Eye. He says it is capable of seeing every man, woman, or child, anywhere in the world, on a whim. Now, remote sight is nothing new. Ever since the start of these tensions between the United States and the Soviet Union, all sorts of groups have been experimenting with persons they think can see a great distance, for a variety of purposes. Truthfully I find the subject rather bland - you could accomplish the same thing by putting cameras in the sky and achieve your goals at half the cost. But these governments apparently know more than I do, because these young people keep getting pulled off the street to be experimented upon. Wicked business. What Mr. Dark desires, though, is achievable. I have a test subject, one young woman we pulled off a street in southeast Asia or so, who is drawing near to fulfilling her usefulness to our team. I believe a set of ocular implants will be able to meet Mr. Dark's needs, and I'll throw the subject in free of charge to support the implants for him. The money will be worth it, but for my own I'd rather just never have to meet Mr. Dark in person again. 2/14/1964 A great step forward today. The girl - Kalysto, as I've taken to calling her - was prepped and fitted with the baseline oculars just this afternoon, and is already reporting promising results in recovery. These implants are nothing special - we have to remove the eyes to fit them in, so the baseline oculars simply fill the role left vacant from having no eyes. She's a ghastly sight no doubt, all blood and meat and metal. But she can see, and that's progress! Mr. Dark came back with some new specifications. I'm beginning to think he's a paranoid person, because he said that he doesn't trust a person's words - he wants to see for himself what they're seeing. That's tricky, but not impossible. I had considered running a line into the back of the skull that could be attached to another set of implants, but he also expressed revulsion at the idea of being augmented in any way. His loss, but that does mean we'll need to find a screen he can look at that will interface with the implants directly. I think I have some ideas there, but that is work for another day. 6/27/1964 More progress, and more setback. The high-grade implants were seated today, and upon turning them on they almost immediately overwhelmed Kalysto. This isn't optimal, but it's also not unexpected. Humans aren't designed to pull this much information in through their eyes. I asked her if she could see my office on the other end of the island, and she could, but the effort of doing so exhausted her. There are ways around this, I think. What needs to happen is that we need to supplement her body with another power source - something that the implants can draw from that won't pull energy from her own person. My team suggested some sort of atomic generator, but I fear detection by the prying eyes of the Soviets and Americans. I believe a more straightforward approach is required here, one that draws power silently and inconspicuously. I'm imagining a large disc of photosensitive panels that could draw power from the sun the same way civilian solar operates, though I'll need to find a way to augment that power transfer. Modern panels are remarkably inefficient and that simply won't do. I have some designs written up, and hopefully my team can begin manufacturing them before the end of the week. 3/30/1965 A great leap forward! Today we turned on the Solar Energizing Disc and asked Kalysto to look into the locker of my Vancouver laboratory and tell me what was in it. Sure enough, she managed to do so - and even described the room around it! I hooked up the new video cables to the implants and wired them into a television, and I was able to see what she was seeing, as she was seeing it. Incredible. Sure, the image was grainy and her own intrusive thoughts occasionally bled into the picture, but it was there on the screen! She really is a remarkable specimen. Her brain is a gift - in another life, she might've been the next Da Vinci or Einstein, but providence found fit to burden her with motherhood, poverty and loss at a young age, which has crippled her over time. Her experiences are difficult to work around - every now and then I'll catch fleeting images of babies and collapsing buildings on the screen and have to redirect her attention. She is resilient, though, and her mind has shown no frailty when handling such an excess of information. It is amazing to behold. A few more months of tune-ups and I believe we will be ready for our meeting with Mr. Dark. Though I'd prefer to keep my distance from a man like him, business demands we make pleasantries once again. Bless you, capitalism. 5/12/1966 If I could communicate a long and drawn out sigh followed by a vigorous rubbing of the temples in the written word, this is the place where I would do it. The long and short of today is that Mr. Dark was not satisfied. He commended the work that had been completed, but brought up another stipulation in the contract that, admittedly, I might have glossed over. It's not enough for him to be able to see now, he wants to look back through time and see back then, as well. I tried to explain to him that I'm an inventor, not a wizard, but he wouldn't hear it and is withholding our payment until we can make this happen. What am I supposed to do? I've already sunk nearly all of my money into this project and now he wants me to do something that is actually magic. There's just no way to get this done. I'm at a loss. Even if such a thing were possible, there's no way we'd be able to draw enough power through our current system to run it, and the extra effort would kill Kalysto. 8/2/1968 The project has taken a turn I do not believe it can recover from. Isaac has secured the capital we need to continue working, but all we are doing currently is running head-long towards an obstacle that cannot be breached. I was able to fake it by delaying the implants slightly, allowing Kalysto to seem as if she was looking into the past, but it was only a couple of moments and it's not a sustainable alternative. There simply is no better option here. However, something else of note. Since we cleared up the image coming through the television last month, I've started seeing strange things in the images on screen. Kalysto will show me a mall in Los Angeles, and in the back of the image will be a peculiar figure. It is always nude, though lacking in any discernible characteristics, and I cannot help but feel like it is watching the people or events transpiring in front of it. Is this a mirage? Some projection of Kalysto's sense of self? In the early days I would occasionally see this figure, or some approximation of it, when her mind would stray and the infants would appear on the screen. Is this her consciousness made manifest? I do not know, nor does it really make a difference. There is no way forward that does not include a miracle. 10/22/1968 The miracle has occurred. There is no other way to explain it. I had been working on tuning the implants when Kalysto started acting strangely. When I asked her how she was feeling, she did not seem able to communicate with me, only holding a hand out for me to take. She began shuddering and shaking, and truthfully I could feel the ground moving slightly beneath my feet. She cried out several times and made many horrible sounds, but the screen illuminated and on it was myself, many years ago, in the Vietnamese town where we found her. The figure had returned, and it walked behind me as I entered the very brothel where I had purchased Kalysto. After a short time we emerged again, with the girl in tow. The screen went dark, and Kalysto slumped over, exhausted. I do not know how this has been made possible. Everything there on the screen was exactly as it had happened, clear as day. I tried to ask Kalysto about the incident, but anymore her speech has been reduced to muttering and is nearly unintelligible. Regardless, there is something here. A stroke of divinity the likes of which I thought I would never witness personally. Inspection of the implants afterwards showed no signs of damage or even stress, leading me to believe that this must have come from Kalysto herself, somehow. I am exhausted - seeing myself on that screen took it out of me. I managed to get Kalysto unplugged and carried her and myself back indoors to rest for as long as we each can, before we get back to work tomorrow. 10/23/1968 A short note - during my inspection of the solar array today, I saw a large number of dead animals near the northwestern edge. They appeared to have been a pack of deer, but they were badly disfigured. I inspected the area for damages to the array and was unable to find any, but I would hypothesize that there was some sort of electrical malfunction in the array that lead to their deaths. I'll need to get this adjusted prior to any demonstration - it'll do me no good to finish this project if my benefactors get zapped in the process! 4/17/1970 We have finally been able to create a workable trigger for Kalysto. She is nearly completely mute now, but still responds to verbal commands and to touch. She expects my hand, and when she feels it she will send out her far-sight towards wherever I indicate. Her hair has fallen out, but I still reward her with a brush she can use to pretend to run through it. This seems to comfort her. Kalysto has deteriorated quickly, and additional modifications needed to be made. Her body is almost entirely sustained now by the solar array, being generally incapable of producing its own energy now. She no longer takes in sustenance except in very rare cases, but it is almost completely returned in the form of a thin, runny stool. Additionally, all of her orifices seem to be collapsing on themselves; I had thought the blistering around her mouth was some sort of rash, but the skin there seems to be coming together in a way that I did not expect. This is happening everywhere else, as well, and I fear it will not be too long before she will need auditory implants in order to hear commands, as well. Despite this, we are still making great strides. The final replacement panels for the solar array were delivered earlier this month, and my hope is that we will have teams installing them before the beginning of summer. We are on track to meet my ten-year goal, and I expect that we will see this work finished satisfactorily by then. Addendum 4760.4: SCP-4760 Activation Log SCP-4760 ACTIVATION LOG EVENT ID #: 13 Event Summary: SCP-4760 activates automatically on 4/18/2005. D-0004A is on-hand at the time of activation and transcribes the scene on the television. Transcript: the thing5 is standing in a building / school? / kids passing by / 80s? cant tell / door opens and man with gun is there / thing approaches6 SCP-4760 ACTIVATION LOG EVENT ID #: 17 Event Summary: SCP-4760 activates automatically on 10/12/2005. D-0008A is on-hand at the time of activation and transcribes the scene on the television. Transcript: outisde a hospitle in middle east peopl cryin loud sound thing7 lookin in windo sound of plane then explode SCP-4760 ACTIVATION LOG EVENT ID #: 32 Event Summary: SCP-4760 activates automatically on 9/21/2007. D-0003B is on-hand at the time of activation and transcribes the scene on the television. Transcript: inside some facility. small boy on the ground. two people (guards?) appear incapacitated. boy is crying and frantically trying to put something together in a corner. someone trying to get in the door. the figure8 is standing behind him. the boys body starts to change and the figure reaches down towards him and9 Addendum 4760.5: Recovered Video Note: The following video file was discovered on a cassette tape in PoI-1115's laboratory during investigation of the site. Due to severe damage to the tape, certain sections of runtime are omitted. SECTION ONE: 0:00 - 0:15 Several individuals are standing near the center of SCP-4760. The large metal plates are visible beneath them and are not covered in dirt. A small stage is set up next to SCP-4760-B, which appears to be covered by a sheet. An individual identified as Vincent Anderson is standing next to another individual identified as former Anderson Robotics Executive Officer Lyle Tago. The group is speaking casually. SECTION TWO: 1:41 - 2:02 Vincent Anderson is standing on the stage talking. Audio does not play. He gestures towards Lyle Tago and then towards an individual in the front row of seats that cannot be seen from where the camera is placed. SECTION THREE: 4:12 - 4:14 Vincent Anderson is standing next to SCP-4760-B, now uncovered. A man in a purple bowler is inspecting the implants. SECTION FOUR: 7:56 - 11:00 Vincent Anderson is standing between SCP-4760-B and the attached television. He gestures towards someone off-screen. Anderson: We're going to begin our demonstration now. You've all seen already what the Kalysto Series Model 01 is capable of doing presently, but now witness what she can see retroactively. Anderson turns to SCP-4760-B and whispers something in its ear. He touches the entity's face, which immediately retracts and begins to convulse slightly. There is an audible humming sound picked up, and the audio momentarily cuts out. Anderson wipes sweat from his brow, and gestures towards the screen. The screen is barely visible, but it appears as if two people are near each other speaking. The audio comes back on in the middle of their conversation. Unidentified Person 1: -delivered today, at Marshall's storehouse in Lithuania. He wants to know how soon you can come out to see it. Unidentified Person 2: I've already told him, I want nothing to do with it. I don't know how friendly Skitter thinks I am with them, but it is certainly not enough to deal with that. Unidentified Person 1: He's planning on passing it off to Bright, you know. Unidentified Person 2: Adam Bright? Good. Let him bury it instead. It was a mistake helping him then and it would be a mistake helping him now. I warned him back then that the Factory doesn't go unpaid. If Bertrand wants to run from them for the rest of his life he's more than welcome to, but he's not about to saddle me with that. Unidentified Person 1: Where do you think they'll keep it? Unidentified Person 2: I- (pauses) I wouldn't want to speculate. I'm sure the Foundation has plenty of dark places for things like that. Good riddance. The man in the front row of seats points towards the screen. It is believed this person is the one identified by Anderson as Obadiah Dark Dark: There, in the background. Who is that? Anderson: We believe that's some sort of manifestation of the Kalysto unit's sense of self, a way to anchor itself in the moment. It's unobtrusive, and- Dark: Can they see it? Anderson: (Hesitates) Not, uh, that we know of, no. It's just something on the- Obadiah Dark gets up from his chair and approaches the subject. Anderson steps forward to intercept him but it pushed to the ground by the larger man. Dark steps in front of SCP-4760-B. He grabs the entity by the shoulders and leans in towards its face. Dark: Ulysses Sate. You can see him, I know you can. We met once, years ago. Find that moment. Find it. SCP-4760-B shudders. Anderson calls out, but a member of Obadiah Dark's security detail hits him in the face with the butt of a rifle. Dark takes an uneasy step backwards and grabs the edge of the stage for leverage. The ground begins to hum again. A member of the security detail coughs. In the background, something drops out of the sky. Another voice, identical to the second unidentified person from the previous activation event albeit slightly younger, is heard from the television. Unidentified Person 2: We're anticipating being able to load it onto my ship. You don't see any reason we would have issues with that, would you? Unidentified Person 3: It will be more than sufficient, I believe. As long as you keep clear of the coastline, I would not anticipate any issues. Unidentified Person 2: I'm glad to hear it, we're hoping to get this- Dark: (Over the sound of the television) Kill him. (Looks down at SCP-4760-B) Kill him, now. Do it. Kill him, you bitch. I can see you standing behind him, kill him. (Slaps SCP-4760-B, which recoils and begins to shake.) Kill him you dumb fucking whore, before he- There is movement on the screen, and Dark takes another tentative step backwards. He is noticeably breathing heavily. From the television the sounds of choking can be heard. Unidentified Person 2: Sate? Sate?! What's happening? Dark: Get out of the way, you dumb fucker! Let him die! Let him suffer! He deserves it for what he did, for- There is a distinct cracking sound from the television. Two of the armed guards on-screen collapse and begin twitching on the ground. More shapes, identified later as birds, continue to fall from the sky. Anderson is rolling on the ground, grabbing at his face. The scene on the television apparently changes. As it does, Obadiah Dark begins to shake. Dark: What is this- no, wait, that's- mother? She's- that's- me, no, wait, no, no no no, not like- SCP-4760-B begins to shake violently. The rest of the security detail drops to the ground, their bodies shaking and smoking and fluid beginning to seep from cracks forming in their skin. Raw red flesh is visible beneath the cracks, and it also smokes and sizzles as it is exposed to open air. Dark lunges for SCP-4760-B, but stumbles after taking one step. There is a loud, wet sound followed by a scream on the television, and then another wet pop. On the ground, Dark seizes. Dark: Not- no! No! No! His body flashes white briefly, and then both the audio and video cut out. SECTION 5: 21:09 - 37:33 (INTERMITTENT) A different camera feed, likely from a perimeter camera, intermittently activates. During its runtime, the edge of the steel plates is seen vibrating, and multiple birds fall out of the sky onto the plate. Shortly afterwards, a single figure is seen from afar, slowing dragging themselves towards the outer edge of the plate. Upon reaching it, they crawl onto the grass and stop moving. SECTION 6: 43:02 - 44:24 An identifier in the corner of the screen marks this as being from a third camera. The room is dark, but a figure can be seen moving in the darkness by the faint light of the camera's green battery indicator. A voice, severely distorted10 and clearly in pain, speaks to the camera. It is believed that this voice belongs to Vincent Anderson.. Anderson: -face, my face, god… (pauses) oh god, what have I done, what have I done, god, no- Another person enters behind him. The room is momentarily lit by the setting sun outside the laboratory as the other individual opens the door. It is believed that this person is Anderson Robotics Executive Officer Isaac Dillard. Dillard: Vincent? Vincent? What in the hell happened out there? Are you ok? We heard something rumbling and got here as soon as we- what are you doing? Anderson is heard opening and closing drawers. Anderson: She- she- I did this to her. I created something- something that was cruel, and… she- she felt me, I felt her, and I felt cruelty. Hate, because of- because of me, because of what I did, I did it, I- Dillard: What are you talking about? Where are the investors? Vincent? There is the sound of an automatic drill being used to affix something to a piece of metal. Anderson: This- this has been why I was… was getting so tired, I was over- overworked, I thought, but she- she figured it out, or- or maybe I made a mistake, but the… the array- I could feel the life coming, coming out of me, and it hurt, it hurts, and it was being replaced by the thing inside her, this thing that hates- oh god… Dillard: What- where are the goddamn lights, I can't see for- Dillard turns on the lights, illuminating the interior of the laboratory and Anderson. He is wearing a crude steel plate with two holes for eyes and a small slit for a mouth. From behind the mask, it is clear that the skin is missing from his face. His eyes are fully red. Dillard: Jesus fucking Christ, Vince, what happened to you? Anderson: (Heavy breathing) She… she could be anywhere. She can't- she can't do it alone, not without the array, but she… if she does, and she starts it- she can find me anywhere. She'll find me. She'll find me and she'll kill me. I felt her heart- the- the thing on the screen, I thought it was her ego, or her identity, but… (pauses) it was hate. Dillard: I need you to slow down and tell me what happened? Anderson: We need to bury this, Isaac. Or maybe just abandon it, and let the elements have their way with it. (Pauses) We need to cover the array, at least. Maybe that way she won't be able to use it to pull power and… we'll see what happens. Dillard: I don't understand, Vince. What do you mean 'the thing on the screen'? Anderson: I… I thought the figure on the television that appears whenever she looks somewhere was just her consciousness, some kind of anchor. I was wrong, Isaac. It was her hatred, and that dumb motherfucker woke it up. Addendum 4760.6: Recovered Document Office of Mssrs. Marshall, Carter, and Dark New York - London - Hong Kong Mr. Anderson, This letter is a receipt of services rendered. A payment for the full sum of our contract, $755,000,000 USD, will be deposited in the account we have on file for you. You have 30 days to dispute this transaction or make changes to the deposit account. We are considering this matter closed. Yours, Skitter Marshall Winston Carter Salvador Dark Addendum 4760.7: Additional Activation Logs SCP-4760 ACTIVATION LOG EVENT ID #: 95 Event Summary: SCP-4760 activates automatically on 7/13/2017. D-1125E is on-hand at the time of activation and transcribes the scene on the television. Transcript: it's just standing out here looking at itself. Footnotes 1. Or other similarly sized bird. 2. The extent of these reactions is usually nothing more than twitches and shakes, leading some researchers to be unsure as to whether or not SCP-4760-B is reacting to stimuli or making involuntary movements. 3. SCP-4760 will appear standing in these settings if possible, with the cables on its eyes running off-screen. 4. Due to this, or perhaps due to SCP-4760’s effects in general, animals in the surrounding area generally avoid SCP-4760 at all costs, and will become panicked and anxious if brought near to it. 5. SCP-4760-B. 6. End of legible text as D-0004A expires. 7. SCP-4760-B. 8. SCP-4760-B. 9. End of transcript as D-0003B expires. 10. Due to the otherwise clean state of the rest of this section of tape, it is not believed that this distortion is due to tape damage. |
SCP-4761 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4761 Digital photo taken from an SCP-4761-1 instance. The image does not match any retail stores currently in operation. Special Containment Procedures: Online marketplaces available to the general public should be monitored for listings made by SCP-4761-1. Once identified, they are to be removed and relevant staff should conduct contact tracing to identify those who may have been in communication with SCP-4761. Specific details of SCP-4761-1 such as price, item listed, and location should also be noted for further analysis. Instances of SCP-4761-A should always be seized before they can be activated. Customers affected by SCP-4761-A are to be given amnestics and have their electronics collections liquidated, with funds going into the containment general fund. Site-77 research personnel have been assigned responsibility for evaluating and containing any anomalous objects originating from within SCP-4761. Although SCP-4761 originally manifested through analog formats, this is no longer the case and as such monitoring of phone books, magazines, and other similar media has been discontinued. Description: SCP-4761 is an anomalous capitalistic entity operating through online commerce platforms. All interactions with SCP-4761 go through a single anonymous individual and whom describes themselves as a "licensed Arcadia dealer" (designated SCP-4761-1). SCP-4761 operates under the brand name Finished|||Instant|||Fortune and exclusively sells vintage electronics, primarily video games. Posts relating to SCP-4761 are only viewable by individuals with experience consuming interactive media and have no prior knowledge of SCP-4761's effect.1 Such subjects will be served listings for things they owned during childhood and their adolescence. Transactions between buyers and SCP-4761 are conducted by SCP-4761-1, an unknown entity with extensive knowledge of the secondhand gaming market. It has spoken about little else in conversations that the Foundation has been able to monitor or otherwise analyze. The only exception to this is when being asked about the nature of SCP-4761, in which case the response has been to try to steer the conversation towards a purchase. Any items purchased from SCP-4761 are classified as instances of SCP-4761-A. Example of SCP-4761-1 profile picture. The profile itself has always been set as private. Players utilizing SCP-4761-A will report the games as being altered in some form, such as through glitching or deliberate modification. The only major point of consistency has been each subject recollecting strong and often traumatic memories associated with the period of their life in which they originally utilized the device(s)/game(s) SCP-4761-A is replicating. Attempts by a person other than the buyer to utilize an instance of SCP-4761-A will result in the device not activating or immediately ceasing to be functional. The first known sample of SCP-4761-related material was recovered in 1995 from the Atlanta Hilton & Towers convention center by Foundation personnel attending the North American Science Fiction Convention and DragonCon. SCP-4761 Interview Logs: Interviews were conducted under specified cover stories and have been truncated to show relevant sections only. Interview 4761-B Access Granted Interview Date: 08/05/2015 SCP-4761-A Instance: A Sega Genesis system, along with Street Fighter II: Special Championship Edition Foreword: Subject 1 is a 31 year old analyst for a financial institution, who purchased the SCP-4761-A instance three weeks prior to the interview. Interview was conducted under the pretense of a fraud investigation. The subject was subsequently amnesticized. <Begin Log> Agent Long: We appreciate you taking the time to speak with us today. So, tell us about what drew you to vintage games? Subject B: Sure. I don't have the energy or time to invest in these big modern games, after you're stuffed in a cube, crouched over a keyboard for 9 hours a day. You just want to turn your brain off and play. And sometimes you just miss what it was like to be a kid again. Agent Long: Sure, sure. Subject B: Playing games all day, not having to worry about anything. You know, it's funny. Just a few days before I saw that listing, I was just thinking about how my older brother and I used to always play Street Fighter when we were kids. Any time we had an argument, it had to be settled in Street Fighter. Agent Long: I hear ya. Brings back fond memories for me too. Subject B: So it was just my luck that a listing popped up a few days after, and I thought, 'Ah, what the hell. Might as well buy it, right?' For old time's sake? Agent Long: Right. And how was playing it again? Subject B: For a little bit, it was great. I literally couldn't wait to get home after work that Tuesday and tear through the game. It was fun at first. But then, playing through my old characters made me remember how much my brother and I used to play it, and how he'd absolutely cream me. He just knew all the moves; plus, he made me use the bad controller with the sticky buttons. That's when it got weird. Agent Long: Weird in a good way, or weird in a bad way? Subject B: Chun-Li's screams started sounding familiar. I couldn't, didn't want to remember where they came from at first. Who it was. But I knew. I always knew, even though I kept going until all I could hear in the game was the sound they make when you get hit. Subject B pauses. Subject B: I don't know why he wouldn't stop when I was home. I remember turning up the volume every time the walls shook so I wouldn't have to hear it. Probably why I have tinnitus now. I thought it'd be different now that I'm not a kid. But the fear came back exactly the same. <End Log> Interview 4761-F Access Granted Interview Date: 10/06/2015 SCP-4761-A Instance: Double Dragon for the Nintendo Entertainment System Foreword: Subject 2 is a 44 year old Asian male software engineer, originally from Kyoto, Japan, though now residing in ██████, United States. Subject was discreetly interviewed during a transaction in which he was attempting to re-sell the SCP-4761-A instance that he had purchased. Foundation assets intercepted the sale and successfully bid for the anomaly, which is now under containment at Site 77. <Begin Log> Agent Lee: Wow, I can't believe you really have it. I've been looking for this thing for ages. Subject F: Yes. Original Double Dragon for the Famicom. Agent Lee: Can't believe you'd sell something like this. It's a collectible, man. Mind if I ask why? Sorry if I'm intruding. Subject F: No, it's alright. I…played this game a lot when I moved to the US. It was a hard game, but I liked the challenge. It gave me something to focus on when I was struggling to adapt. Something concrete, if that makes sense. Agent Lee: Sure, I'm following you so far my guy. Subject F: I got good. I could beat the whole game over and over again, so it was always a good distraction over the years. When I got to college though, my parents threw it out while tidying up, so I forgot about it for years. Then, a few weeks ago, I saw an ad on Facebook for an original copy, and I got really excited. (Chuckles.) But I guess I've gotten old. I can hardly beat the first few levels, let alone the whole game like I used to. Agent Lee: Bit rusty, eh? Subject F: Yes, I suppose. And yet… Agent Lee: Did you say something? Didn't catch you, sorry. Subject F: Sorry, it's just….you'll think I'm crazy. Agent Lee: We're all friends here, guy. Subject F: When I first moved here, it was hard. Hard. America was so new, so foreign, and Double Dragon was a familiar sign from my mother country. I had to deal with a lot of…turmoil. It was a different time. The children here were not exactly taught right from wrong, especially when it came to an awkward child with a funny name and appearance. Agent Lee: Jeez, I'm sorry. That sounds hard. Subject F: (Softly) It was. This game was familiar though, so it was my security blanket of sorts. And yet, playing it now, I feel as though we are no longer speaking the same language. The more I played, the less I seemed to understand and the more that it felt as though it was shutting me out. The dialogue was harsher, the sounds louder and more aggressive. I swear, at one point, even the button layout changed-a glitch perhaps, but I took it as a sign. I was no longer welcome. And I don't think I'll ever be again. <End Log> Interview 4761-K Access Granted Foreword: Subject 3 purchased a copy of Puyo Puyo Champions but instead recieved a copy of Call of Duty. Agent Hawkins was posing as a representative of the Better Business Bureau. <Begin Log> Agent Hawkins: What sort of games do you like to play? Subject K: Puzzle games. When I was a kid I played a lot of first person shooters but I'm not really as much now. Agent Hawkins: Not really as much now? Subject K: Not as into them, sorry. Agent Hawkins: No need to apologize! I'm just curious as to the story there. Subject K: If I… still reminds me of that dusty period in my life where I had come out as trans but I was still trying to latch onto and reason with various masculine parts of my identity. Agent Hawkins: That led to your loss of interest in shooters? Subject K: Every time I play one I feel like a fucking man. <End Log> Addendum: Following extensive screening, D-25313 was identified as a viable candidate who could access SCP-4761 after seeing an ad for an original copy of the game Ultima IV. After making contact with SCP-4761, Agent Boyd took remote control of the account communicating with SCP-4761. The following is an unedited transcript of their conversation, conducted through Facebook Messenger. Boyd: Is this available? SCP-4761: it always is Boyd: When can I come pick it up? SCP-4761: not any time soon, buddy. Boyd: What do you mean? I'm willing to pay full price, and I can come pick it up any time. SCP-4761: nah, i know who u are Boyd: I dunno what you mean, man. Is the game available or not? SCP-4761: not for u, like i said. u just don't get it do u? THEIR NOT FOR SALE TO U Boyd: Why not? SCP-4761: listen, bud. u and all ur buddies living in ur lil' govt surveillance hideout arent who im trying to sell to, okay? u just dont get what this is about. Boyd: What do you mean? Why? SCP-4761: these are for ppl looking for a lil' escape, the kind of guys who like to remembr the good ol' days, u kno?? not for folks like u who are just gonna put it in a box somewhere and forget. SCP-4761 remains "typing" for a few minutes. SCP-4761: ppl like u cant afford to be sentimental. its what gets u killed. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4761" by Anonymous, weizhong, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4761. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnotes 1. Double-blind testing with D-Class personnel has proven to be sufficient distance to allow SCP-4761 manifestations to be studied. |
SCP-4762 | neutralized | Item#: 4762 Level6 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-4762 prompt found at the astrophysics department of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology during event 4762-E. Archived Special Containment Procedures: Foundation efforts are focused on containing knowledge of SCP-4762 and determining if it represents a threat to normalcy on a cosmological scale. Assets stationed in interstellar space are investigating this possibility at this time. All individuals who recover from a SCP-4762 encounter are to be amnesticized. Due to the public nature of persons selected by SCP-4762, the production of Foundation body doubles and terminal disease cover stories are often necessary. Description: SCP-4762 is an extradimensional program that spontaneously generates itself on computers operated by prominent members of the field of cosmology.1 Notably, SCP-4762 has yet to target someone with the same preference in solution to Fermi's Paradox2 as a previous target. The program will automatically run upon manifestation and overwrite any attached non-volatile data storage mediums with itself. Once completed, SCP-4762 will display two 4 by 4 Rubik's cubes surrounding a graphic of a person under two question marks. The left cube has yet to repeat an arrangement between manifestations while the right is always in a "solved" state. Any typed user input on the device SCP-4762 is running on will activate the anomaly's primary effect. Once activated, the individual operating the computer housing SCP-4762 will enter a non-responsive state for a potentially indefinite period of time. Subjects demonstrate continuous rapid eye movement and physiological responses typical of fear or jubilation during this time. Responses include perspiration despite a lowered body temperature, tensing or relaxation of musculature, and the dilation of the pupils. If a person affected by SCP-4762 recovers from the inflicted state, the program will proceed to delete itself from the affected device. In the event that the affected remain catatonic, SCP-4762 will delete itself upon their death. Subjects interviewed after exposure often report experiencing hallucinations of realities either involving encounters with an alien intelligence, global annihilation of the human species, or universal solitude. Dr. Gerard Kuiper, previously designated D-4762-1. Addendum 4762.1: Discovery SCP-4762 was discovered on 1973/12/21 at the Mauna Kea Observatory by Dr. Gerard Kuiper when it appeared on his personal console despite hardware limitations regarding colored images. Following an amnestic campaign of the observatory's staff, Dr. Kuiper and his affected computer were moved to Site-17 where they resided until his death in 1995/01/15. Kuiper's encounter was originally thought to be a targeted retaliation by the GRU Division P to US Air Force Project A1193 after the second occurrence of SCP-4762 on the work computer of Carl Sagan on 1992/03/15, who also worked on the project. Addendum 4762.2: Occurrence Log Event Affected Preferred Solution Result 4762-A Gerard Kuiper Rare Earth Hypothesis Maintained a catatonic state until natural death by stroke. 4762-B Carl Sagan Youngness Hypothesis Awoke after 32 seconds and expressed awe at his experience until his natural death. 4762-C Robin Hanson Great Filter Hypothesis Awoke after 1 year 7 months and 22 days and expressed views of dread until amnesticized. Current amnesticization protocols adopted. 4762-D Frank Drake Berserker Hypothesis Maintained a catatonic state for 3 years 2 months and 13 days until event 4762-F. Expressed views of acute disdain for the human race until amnesticized. 4762-E Ray Kurzweil Zoo Hypothesis Awoke after 7 days and 4 hours following event 4762-F and expressed heightened hope until amnesticized. 4762-F Stephen Baxter Planetarium Hypothesis Remained catatonic despite the SCP-4762 instance deleting itself after 57 seconds alongside the other two extant copies. Subject currently kept on life support at Site-17. Addendum 4762.3: Hypothesis Testing Verdict Asimov Probe Proposal Summary From the desk of Dr. Nathaniel Ames, Ethics Committee Cosmology Liaison Date: 2032/12/24 SCP-4762's response to Dr. Baxter marks a departure from its expected behavior and its apparent activity. With no further occurrences of it over the past 30 years, I think it is safe to say we have as good a sampling of its nature as we are going to get. I will summarize the research team's findings below: SCP-4762 only occurs on a console owned and operated by someone representative of a solution to Fermi's Paradox The affected subjects awake with memories of experiencing their solution This behavior ceased after Dr. Stephen Baxter encountered SCP-4762 Dr. Baxter is the creator of the "Planetarium hypothesis" solution, where our universe appears empty due to an illusion created around the local astronomical area by an advanced civilization With this in mind, the Foundation Cosmology Department is requesting the construction and launch of an Asimov class4 deep space probe capable of intergalactic travel. With no methods of generating the required energy within Sol system without breaking the veil, the probe will first jump to Alpha Centari after clearing the Kuiper belt in two years. Once there, it will construct a series of solar power stations over the course of 22 years to enable it to make the jump to Andromeda where it will repeat the process to send a constructed copy of itself back to report its findings. Setting aside the material cost of such an expedition, there is obviously a bigger elephant in the room concerning SCP-4762. Continued expansion and change is normalcy for humanity and I know we will eventually run into the walls of our enclosure. While I believe 4762 was an invitation, parting our planetarium's projector curtains may anger the wizard beyond them. We are looking at a veil greater than our own and the question of "Do we break it?" stares us in the eye. We can stay, safe and sound, in our prison cell out of fear or we can have the bravery to believe in a nobler reality around us. Ethics Committee Verdict 270 Codename: FERMI Voting Record Yeas: 4 Nays: 3 Motion Passed Footnotes 1. The scientific study of the origin, evolution, and eventual fate of the universe. 2. A contradiction noted between the millions of years an alien civilization would have to fill the universe with evidence of its existence and an apparent lack of any evidence. 3. An early PENTAGRAM effort to establish a claim on lunar based anomalies via nuclear bombardment. 4. A method of wormhole generation via entry into an anomalously projected gravity well connected to the gravity well of a target location's star. |
SCP-4763 | safe | Item №: SCP-4763 Special Containment Procedures: The farmland housing SCP-4763 has been encircled with a chain-link fence and CCTV system. No sapient entities are permitted access. Description: SCP-4763 is a disused well in Guilsfield, Wales. SCP-4763 remains constantly filled to a depth of 10 metres with a viscous black fluid, identified by Foundation metaphysicians as impure liquid pathos. This fluid, when ingested, will trigger a permanent restructuring of local reality, with specifics as outlined in Document 4763-Aeschylus. Due to the nature of pathos, these restructurings are invariably harmful (physically or emotionally) to the subject consuming the fluid. Discovery: SCP-4763 was located following the death of 13 year-old Timothy Driscoll, who drowned in the well alongside his two pet dogs, having fled to the farmland as refuge from his abusive father. Both dogs had gone missing in the months prior, and were reunited with the child only after his death. Timothy's father later drowned while attempting to recover the body before the authorities could investigate, and his mother committed suicide through hanging after hearing of the news — due to the fixture of the noose to a weakened support beam, their family home collapsed moments after her death, killing Timothy's elder brother and three further family pets. Timothy had previously been employed as a paper delivery boy, and his father and brother worked at a family-owned butcher's shop, which was failing due to the opening of a large supermarket in the vicinity. His mother was an amateur novelist; although she had recently received her first successful offer of publication, all manuscripts were lost in the building collapse and ensuing fire. The only item not destroyed during the event was a winning lottery ticket, worth over £2,200,000. Based on financial extrapolations, all family members are estimated to have been two days from potential retirement. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4763" by MaliceAforethought, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4763. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4764-1 is kept in Modified Containment Shelter #17-3200 at Site-4764. Once per day, an assigned researcher must enter the containment shelter and recite SCP-4764-1's unique key aloud. SCP-4764-1's unique key consists of the lyrics to 'Holy Fucking Shit: 40,000' by American post-punk band Have a Nice Life. All researchers assigned to SCP-4764 are required to memorize this song upon assignment. SCP-4764-2 cannot be reliably contained at this time but is effectively self-containing so long as SCP-4764-1 is contained. View Discontinued Special Containment Procedures Hide Special Containment Procedures Discontinued Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4764 cannot be reliably contained at this time. However, its anomalous effects can be disrupted through sustained artillery bombardment. Mobile Task Force Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") has been tasked with maintaining constant artillery bombardment upon SCP-4764 at Provisional Site-4764. Rate of bombardment is not to fall under 30 direct strikes per 24-hour period. If bombardment ceases for longer than one hour at any time, and bombardment cannot be re-initiated, Mobile Task Force Omega-12 ("Achilles' Heels") is authorized to physically engage SCP-4764, via basic wrestling techniques and hand-to-hand combat. Due to SCP-4764's location close to major population centers, cover stories have been implemented denoting Provisional Site-4764 as an armed forces munitions testing site. Mass-application of amnestics has been approved for use in the event of an SCP-4764 containment breach. SCP-4764 is known to possess some sort of key or password capable of deactivating its anomalous properties. This key is an unknown musical composition, released between 2001 and 2010 in the post-punk, post-rock and/or dark wave genres. Identifying and deploying this key is considered an 'Alpha-Plus' priority by the Site Directors' Executive Committee of the Whole and the O5 Council. Description: SCP-4764 Event Poster SCP-4764-1 is the designation assigned to a 15.6 m3 area surrounding an ongoing & temporally-locked event located in a field off of Tye Lane in Bramford, Ipswitch. As of now, Modified Containment Shelter #17-3200 has been built around it to both obscure it from outside observation and to act as a sound dampener. This event, originally billed as "SLEDGE𐐒ACK", is a 38-minute concert put on by the British AWCY?-affiliated punk band "PEOPLES CHOICE" and it has been locked in a temporal loop since June 6, 2018. While researchers have been unable to pass the boundary of the temporal zone, it is possible to observe and record the concert itself. ■ 4764.doc.01 - Video Transcript ■ □ 4764.doc.01 - Video Transcript □ SCP-4764 Event Log Band Members: Johan "JoJo" Streiborg, vocals, lead guitar; Bernard "Beast" Felstern, bass; Jim "Bones" Teylword, rhythm guitar; Amiee "GET FUCKED" Kirckland, drums. Foreword: The temporal loop appears to begin in the middle of an ongoing set, and the event begins right at the end of the band's previous song. [BEGIN LOG] [The last strains of the song ends with the vocalist holding a high-G note for 8 seconds, then the music stops.] Streiborg: THANK YOU, you scummy fuckin' arseholes! This next piece goes out to the goddamn bobbies and the motherfuckin' Tories holdin' the leashes. [The band begins playing a ballad for 287 seconds before being interrupted by a bottle being thrown from outside the temporal border to impact against the side of Streiborg's guitar, cutting his hand in the process.] Streiborg: Oi, shit for brains! What the fuck was you expectin'? Kirckland: GET FUCKED, ARSEHOLE! ONE! TWO! THREE! [The band resumes playing, but the time signature is significantly faster, and Streiborg continues to play despite the wound in his hand. After 127 seconds the song ends.] Streiborg: Fuckin' better that time! Gotta get you shitstains riled up 'fore we can get some REAL fun goin'! WE ARE PEOPLES CHOICE! The charmin' motherfucker in the back is GET FUCKED, the hairy bastard on bass is Beast, Bones is wreckin' shit on the guitar. Me? I'm JOJO MOTHERFUCKIN' STREIBORG! [Another song immediately begins, following the uptempo lead of the previous song. The song continues for 396 seconds, despite Streiborg and the others having to dodge plastic cups filled with a yellow-ish liquid and various bottles being thrown on stage. At the end of the end of the song, Streiborg and Felstern rip off their shirts, while Kirckland drinks from one of the bottles thrown on stage before smashing it against the side of one of her drums.] Streiborg: Let's get ROWDY, motherfuckers! If you fuckin' wankers don't get your shit FLYIN' I'm gonna go back in time and fuck all of your ancestors until your DNA is 70% my spunk! [Kirckland counts off another time signature and another song begins, this time even louder and faster than the previous songs. This time their music is accompanied by more bottles and masses of brown-ish material that splashes wetly on the stage and the bandmates. At one point a large mass impacts against the side of Teylword's face and he promptly vomits across the stage in front of him. After 411 seconds, the song ends.] Streiborg: OH YEAH, now THAT'S what I'm fuckin' yankin' on about! You think you stank piss-monkeys can step it up another notch, eh? 'Cause this shit is about to fuckin' BREAK OUT! [Another song begins, and this time the volume begins to peak past 160 decibels, requiring significant ear protection. At one point during the song, Streiborg steps to the edge of the stage and proceeds to projectile vomit onto the crowd, the fluid passing out through the temporal boundary and disappearing. After 396 seconds, the song ends and Streiborg picks up the neck of a shattered bottle. He begins to gesticulate wildly off stage towards the crowd.] Streiborg: Now we've fuckin' GOTTEN somewheres. NOW we can REALLY start the motherfuckin' show. BEAST, fuckin' GO! [He stabs himself in the chest with the shattered remnants of the bottle and begins carving several thaumaturgic symbols in his skin. Felstern starts to play a sequence of notes that his bass should not be capable of producing and a black foam begins seeping from the bass drum in front of Kirckland.] Streiborg: YOU wanted a show to end all fuckin' shows, well I'm gonna give it to ya. GIVE IT UP FOR [DATA EXPUNGED]1 [The foam begins to congeal in a mass at the center of the stage and Streiborg starts screaming incantations in an unknown language. At this point one of the researchers begins reciting the lyrics to 'Holy Fucking Shit: 40,000', and the temporal loop dissipates.] [END LOG] Afterword: Reciting the key word causes the event to completely dissipate, then it will resume again approximately 23.3 hours later. An investigation into the cause of this event, the importance of the vocal key, and how to effectively terminate this event is ongoing. Discovery: PoI-2282 performing in 2017 The Foundation became alerted to the potential inherent in this event due to several assets planted within GoI-0267 ("Are We Cool Yet?") independently filing reports warning of an imminent Breach-Of-Veil event. The event was being advertised as an "OKKULT X-PERIENCE OF WYRLDENDING PORPORTIONS" (sic) and headlined the anartist punk band PEOPLES CHOICE. The band's front man Johan Streiborg2 had been previously listed as a "Threat Entity" by the Global Occult Coalition and had been on several GOC elimination lists for a wide variety of actions that resulted in numerous civilian casualties and property damage.3 According to the Foundation assets within AWCY?, Streiborg had been censured several times by AWCY? leadership for his aggressive behavior and reckless tactics. The proposal for this event, itself, had been rejected due to the unstable nature of the rituals involved and Streiborg's membership in the anartist group had been revoked. Despite this revocation, Streiborg blatantly posted plans to move forward with the concert, stating many times that he had a fallback plan if the ritual became uncontrollable. A copy of the PEOPLES CHOICE project proposal is included as reference. ■ 4764.doc.02 - AWCY? Documentation ■ □ 4764.doc.02 - AWCY? Documentation □ Title: SLEDGE𐐒ACK Material Requirements: Beer. For the band. TO FUEL CREATIVITY Usual band stuff. We have our own instruments Just give us amplifiers n shit. Stage. Fuckin pallets would work, ya? IDGAF, jus somethin that we'll be higher than the nobs. MORE BEER. For the audience. GOTTA GET THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS WILD. I dunno, man. Some fliers n shit would be cool AF. Fuckit, weve got all the shit we need. Abstract: Its gonna be a goddamn riot, yo! Gonna play our greatest hits then go out with a fuckin bang. Gonna use it as a ritual, suck ELAN from the fuckin audience and use that shit to summon forth an outsider. For that part I'll use my own blood and the Juice from the band to focus the crwod's ELAN and channel it like a mofuck. I KNOW I KNOW you want some sort of fuckin safetynet, so I put in a fuckin backstop. My bruv Jules' gonna be in the back. Gotta song from one of the pissy yank bands he likes. Gonna chat the lyrics at me like a fuckin SHITFORBRAINS cause that's the kinda safety shit you guys want. It'll stop it fuckin cold. Intent: A CONCERT LIKE NONE OTHER. Gonna break the fuckin walls off this prison we've been put in, that we've put up with for too fuckin long. Gonna summon forth the great poobah [DATA EXPUNGED] to show thoose ponse Jailer motherfuckers the WHAT FOR. We've been caged by the fuckin man for too long, for too long we have WASTED under the shackles of the MACHINE, have stood bent-kneed and weeping by the chains of radical oppression. [A 23-page manifesto from PEOPLES CHOICE frontman Johan Streiborg has been omitted for brevity.] Julio "Jules" Gonzales, a Class 3 Thaumaturgist and known associate of Streiborg's, was apprehended at the scene of the event. His mental capacity had been severely damaged by his attempt to stop the event from taking place, and it is believed that he was responsible for locking it in a temporal loop. His on-scene interview was too incoherent to provide much useful data, though Foundation action specialists were able to deduce the basic nature of the event in question. Realizing the danger inherent in the performance itself, Lieutenant Major Brian Stokeworth of Mobile Task Force Omega-12 ("Achilles' Heels") attempted to break up the event by force. Though this initially proved successful in disrupting the initial summoning of the SCP-4764-2 entity, it was insufficient to break the temporal loop put into place by Gonzales. Operational command decided to establish ballistic containment procedures until such a time as the key could be located by trial-and-error, or detainee Gonzales had recovered sufficiently to enact the closing ritual himself. The following scrap of paper was found in detainee Gonzales' pocket at the time of apprehension. It is believed to have been written by Streiborg and given to Gonzales at some point before the concert began. ■ 4764.doc.03 - Streiborg Note ■ □ 4764.doc.03 - Streiborg Note □ Footnotes 1. This entity has been classified as a Class A Outsider Entity and has been designated SCP-4764-2. 2. Designated PoI-2282 prior to this event. 3. A full copy of the GOC portfolio on PoI-2282 is available upon request. |
SCP-4765 | safe | Item #: SCP-4765 Level 2/4765 Classified Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4765 is to be stored within a standard containment chamber, located in Storage Site-77's Safe-Class Object wing. Head Researcher Philip Dedrick’s permission is required for testing of SCP-4765. Description: SCP-4765 is a handheld aluminium mirror with a handle constructed out of black plastic. When a human becomes aware of their reflection in SCP-4765, it displays its anomalous properties. The subject will manifest signs of heightened levels of self-respect and confidence. The effect is believed to be permanent. However, when SCP-4765 was tested using an adult chimpanzee (an animal believed to be able to recognize its reflection) as the subject, it displayed no observable anomalous effects. In an attempt to further investigate the properties of SCP-4765, Dr. Dedrick authorised a series of tests: + Show Test Logs - ACCESS GRANTED Test 1 - ██/██/15 Subject: D-41628, a male, age 26 years. Procedure: D-41628 was instructed to look into the mirrored surface of SCP-4765. Results: Directly after observing a reflection, the subject's communication with Dr Dedrick became far more varied. The subject’s vocalisations were less submissive, even occasionally questioning the actions of Dr. Dedrick. Analysis: SCP-4765 appears to increase confidence in conversation. I must test if this effect only applies to conversation, or if it affects other aspects of life. -Dr. Dedrick. Test 2 -██/██/15 Subject: D-41733, a female, age 33 years. It is important to note that prior to testing, D-41733 displayed a strong aversion to eating in public, believing they appeared “ugly” during the action. Procedure: D-41733 was instructed to look into the mirrored surface of SCP-4765. After a reflection was observed, she was instructed to eat an apple. Results: Following the command, D-41733 instantly began to consume the fruit. No signs of reluctance were observed during the test. Analysis: It appears that SCP-4765 increases the confidence of subjects in multiple ways. This could possibly have applications in several Foundation sites. -Dr. Dedrick. Extraneous tests removed Test 7 -██/██/15 Subjects: SCP-4765. Procedure: The mirrored surface of SCP-4765 was struck by a hammer. Results: After impact, the glass in the mirror shattered. However, it was held within its frame by a transparent layer of plastic, which remained undamaged. Further testing by Dr Dedrick revealed that none of the anomalous properties of the mirror had changed. Therefore, no more testing was required. Analysis: After my intelligent decision to test the physical properties of SCP-4765, I have revealed that the anomaly is not linked to the presence of a plane mirror, just some form of reflective surface. -Dr. Dedrick, Head Researcher. Following the comprehensive and successful tests, it was discovered that the properties of SCP-4765 do not relate to the physical appearance of it. In addition, it was discovered that there are no side effects of prolonged exposure to SCP-4765. Therefore, despite what is listed in the Special Containment Procedures, Dr. Dedrick will remain in possession of SCP-4765. He will store it within a locked chamber in his office. This does not cause a security risk, as Dr. Dedrick has displayed extraordinary proficiency in multiple situations relating to security measures in Foundation sites. Update: ██/██/15 Due to the possible risk of compromising security measures, Dr. Dedrick has closed testing applications for SCP-4765. He has also dismissed all other personnel who previously worked with the anomaly, as he is the only person employed at Site-77 with the necessary experience and knowledge of the object. Addendum 4765-1: Incident 4765-A -██/██/15 During a routine inspection of Site-77, several members of Foundation personnel discovered that Dr. Dedrick’s laboratory door had been barricaded, presumably in an attempt to prevent entry. The laboratory was entered forcefully. When Dedrick (who had been ignoring all events leading up to this moment) noticed the personnel, he began to physically assault them. In addition, he repeatedly uttered several short phrases, urging the personnel to exit his laboratory and allow him to resume his research. He was incapacitated, removed from his laboratory and temporarily incarcerated within a humanoid containment chamber. While searching his pockets for weapons, security staff discovered a letter. The contents of this letter are described within Addendum 4765-3. Addendum 4765-2: Incident Investigation -██/██/15 Directly following the incident displayed in this Object File, Dr. Dedrick was dismissed from his position at Site-77. Due to the possible security risks posed by his dismissal, he was treated with a Class-A amnestics and rehoused a substantial distance from his former place of work. However, prior to his dismissal, it appears that Dedrick successfully blocked editing of his work on this page. Due to this, any new information can only be displayed in this addendum. Due to a lack of knowledge relating to the circumstances leading to the incident, Doctor Santos, the new Head Researcher assigned to SCP-4765, was tasked with searching the office which had previously belonged to Doctor Dedrick for any information which could explain his radical change. During the investigation, Santos discovered a journal which had been kept by Dedrick during his employment at the Foundation. Several relevant entries are displayed below: + Show Journal - ACCESS GRANTED ██/██/15 Mood: Excited Wow, so I’m Head Researcher of a skip now! Maybe it’s a boring, Safe-Class inanimate object, but it’s a skip and it’s mine! I can’t wait to authorise some tests on it! ██/██/15 Mood: Mostly happy, slightly annoyed So, I’m carrying out my first set of tests. They’re going well and are being written up on the log. However, I’ve noticed an issue. I asked for 8 D-Class, but they only sent seven. Not brave enough to complain and I’m pretty sure this anomaly is safe, so I guess I’m carrying out the impact test myself. Don’t let my superiors know! ██/██/15 Mood: Disgruntled When I woke up this morning, I felt pretty annoyed about yesterday’s test logs. I’m a head researcher now, I shouldn’t have to hide away and be too scared to call out mistakes. I deserved that 8th D-Class, even if I was clever enough to realise there was no danger from that mirror and I could carry out the test. ██/██/15 Mood: Angry I deserve so much better from the Foundation. Why am I only Head Researcher of this one boring skip? I can do so much more. I should at least be in charge of a Keter, if not multiple. I would say it’s their loss, but it’s mine as well. Nobody understands how truly great I am. ██/██/15 Mood: Absolutely fucking furious Apparently, I have to ‘allow others to help my research’. Fuck that noise! I’m the only person as capable as me. Anybody who helps will just make everything worse. They say that two brains are better than one, but I already have enough brainpower to run this whole foundation. You know what, screw this. I’ll lock editing on SCP-4765’s file so nobody can screw this up. Fuck you, Foundation! You can fire me, but that will be the worst mistake you’ve ever made. During the investigation, Dr. Santos recollected SCP-4765 after locating it within the office. Directly following the conclusion of the investigation and recontainment of SCP-4765, Dr. Santos dismissed all personnel assisting in the investigation, since he is the only person capable enough to contain this anomaly to an acceptable degree. It is not believed that the effects of SCP-4765 caused the incident, as testing by Dr. Santos has not revealed any previously unknown properties of the object. Due to this fact, SCP-4765 will remain as a Safe-Class anomaly. Incident report and investigation compiled by Doctor Santos, Head Researcher of SCP-4765. Provisional Containment Procedures -██/██/15 SCP-4765 is to be stored within a safe in Head Researcher Santos’ private laboratory. Further testing of SCP-4765 has been deemed unnecessary by Head Researcher Santos, due to the fact that he has already carried out all tests with significant importance. If he believes a test is essential, Head Researcher Santos will perform it alone. Besides Head Researcher Santos, no personnel are allowed contact with SCP-4765, as Head Researcher Santos is the most skilled member of staff in the entirety of Site-77 and is the only researcher who is guaranteed to keep SCP-4765 contained. Addendum 4765-3: Dedrick’s Letter + Level 3 Clearance Required - ACCESS GRANTED I’m fucking sick of this elitist Foundation and their stupid rules. Promoting based on skill, my ass! I could do a better job of running this shithole than every single member of their stuck-up O5 council. If I was in charge, we’d have zero containment breaches and everything would be fucking incredible. Look at SCP-4765: The tests are perfect, the description is conclusive and I don’t expunge any shit that’s actually important. Just because I’m not too chicken to share the entire story from start to finish. Nobody can make SCP files as well as me. You know what? I’m already going to be dismissed, probably terminated, for spreading this knowledge. I might as well lock this page from editing so you inferior assholes don’t delete my magnificent research. Yeah. Fuck you all. I’m immortalising this bitch. Add as much bullshit as you want to the end of this fucking masterpiece, but you can never censor what we all know is the truth. -Doctor Philip Dedrick, Head Researcher of SCP-4765, the greatest doctor alive. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4765" by gee0765, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4765. 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-4766 | euclid | Item №: SCP-4766 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4766 is contained in a large containment vault at Site-90. No personnel are to enter this vault outside of testing, and no documents of importance are to be brought within 20 metres of the anomaly. SCP-4766 should not be removed from the vault unless Level-3/4766 authorisation is given, or unless the object itself is in clear and imminent danger. Due to the risk of a containment breach, standard material testing is postponed indefinitely. Circumstances that suggest SCP-4766 is and/or contains an individual's son should be immediately reported to containment team CT-4766A. SCP-4766 Description: SCP-4766 is a decorated wooden box composed of ivory and an unidentified hardwood. It measures approximately 41cm by 17cm, and contains an unknown substance and/or object(s) — when tilted or lightly shaken, a thick fluid can be heard moving within, accompanied by a persistent rattling. The exterior of SCP-4766 is physically mundane as far as tests can determine; the nature of its interior and contents is unclear. SCP-4766 is capable of short-range instantaneous transportation and manipulation of objects and entities, including itself. It will primarily utilise this ability to prevent itself from being opened, and to prevent any damage from occurring to it — the range of teleportation is irregular, but appears to be the minimum distance necessary to ensure the object's safety and closure. To date, the furthest distance SCP-4766 has been observed travelling in a single incident is 1.4 kilometres, due to an incursion by hostile forces at SCPF Site-19 — the object was transferred to a more clandestine location shortly thereafter. When left unattended, SCP-4766 will fixate on specific individuals, altering their possessions and personal effects in order to create the impression that said individual believes that SCP-4766 simultaneously is and contains their son. This can involve: The placement of children's clothes or toys — always of a type primarily intended for a male child — on and around SCP-4766, as well as the fabrication of records supporting the purchase or theft of these items. The rewriting and fabrication of personal documents to explicitly describe a parental attachment to the object — changes to diaries, journals, and work logs have all been observed. Alterations to various records of the individual to include an extra child. Notably, these changes will always be constructed in such a way as to suggest that the individual themselves was making the alterations, legitimately or otherwise. The placement of SCP-4766 on beds or within cots, in the latter case often displacing the cot's original occupant(s). Additionally, SCP-4766 can and will prevent targeted individuals from expressing opinions contrary to the fact that it is and contains their son. Cut phone lines, damaged letters, power failures, and dental injury have all been observed, but infrequently and diversely enough to avoid arousing suspicions. In a minority of cases, SCP-4766 will orchestrate events such that those communicating with the affected persons will be repeatedly distracted or preoccupied, drastically hindering communications. Recovery: SCP-4766 was recovered in 1964 from a church in the town of Much Wenlock, England, following reports of unusual activity amongst the church's staff. Due to the peculiarly self-concealing nature of the object's activities, it was originally catalogued as a filial compulsion hazard with an additional element of conscious or subconscious denial. It remained classed as such until 1994, when the development of the QNTM-type memetic analysis engine showed a lack of any mind-altering effects; prolonged observation and repeated testing confirmed the results, and additional investigation led to the discovery of the object's true properties. All surviving personnel amnesticised, quarantined, or placed into rehabilitation due to SCP-4766-exposure pre-1994 have been issued with a formal apology, as well as monetary compensation. D-Class personnel terminated prematurely due to alleged memetic contamination have had citizenship of their home state posthumously reinstated. |
SCP-4767 | euclid | SCP-4767's current logo, constructed from subject testimony. The Latin inscription roughly translates to "Please Wear Pants". Item #: SCP-4767 Special Containment Procedures: Non-Foundation dream studies are to be monitored. Any that deal with school-related dreams are to be shut down where possible, or otherwise are to be fed false information that will lead them away from the existence of SCP-4767. Description: SCP-4767 is an anomalous university existing in the shared unconscious states of a small percentage of the human population. SCP-4767 was discovered during a Foundation-led study into common dream patterns. While logging information about school-related dreams and nightmares it was noted that a statistically-significant number of subjects had consistent descriptions of the size, faculty, surrounding environment, and specific architectural details of their setting. The similarity of these descriptions among subjects was too high to be disregarded as coincidental; however, they matched no known institute of learning. Further investigation revealed the existence of SCP-4767, known on-campus as “Dream State University” or “DSU”. Affected subjects describe SCP-4767 as a mid-size college campus with Gothic and neoclassical architectural styles, surrounded by woodlands. Subjects routinely describe the layout of SCP-4767 as “confusing” and “labyrinthine”, reporting difficulty in remembering and finding the location of their classrooms; Foundation researchers have managed to put together a functional map of SCP-4767 based on these descriptions which indicates that every discipline's classrooms are spread seemingly-randomly across all buildings instead of located within one or two. Subjects additionally report severe confusion about class scheduling and exceedingly-difficult examinations, the two issues often compounding when they realize that they are required to take a test for a class they were unaware they were rostered for. Analysis of the contents of these tests reveals they routinely pertain to facts currently unknown to any human, such as but not limited to: Prove P=NP (SHOW YOUR WORK).1 Analyze the main themes and character motivations in Act II of William Shakespeare's Cardenio.2 What is the identity and purpose of dark matter? Who created it?3 Why does entropy increase over time? Under what conditions does entropy reset?4 Approximately 1% of the human population report dreams of SCP-4767. The majority of affected individuals score significantly higher on mental aptitude tests than baseline averages, but no other known correlation between subjects exists. Addendum 4767-a: Interview Log, 01/21/2018 Members of MTF Omicron Rho (The Dream Team), using a combination of lucid dreaming techniques and sleep-inducing drugs, were tasked with infiltrating and investigating SCP-4767. Abortive first-contact attempts revealed that direct queries resulted in the faculty of SCP-4767 informing agents that “non-students are not permitted on-campus”, followed by SCP-4767 demanifesting. On 01/21/2018, Agent Sandoval – who had reported dreams of SCP-4767 prior to selection for the task force – was able to access SCP-4767 by identifying herself as a student. After locating the administration building, Agent Sandoval was repeatedly referred to a vast number of bureaucratic employees until she was finally referred to one who identified itself as “Collegiate Counselor Zaxxon-3”, hereafter referred to as SCP-4767-1. Agent Sandoval reports that SCP-4767-1's visual appearance is that of a middle-aged Caucasian male with grey, thinning hair and the face of her seventh-grade English teacher. The following interview details are self-reported by Agent Sandoval. + show block – hide block Sandoval: Thank you for meeting me. SCP-4767-1: No problem. Can I get your name? Sandoval: Lauren Sandoval. SCP-4767-1 pulls out a file from a nearby file cabinet. SCP-4767-1: Great, just wanted to make sure I had your records here while we chat. Sandoval: It's not that uncommon of a name, how- SCP-4767-1: Human, age 25, daughter of Tamara and Rodrigo Sandoval, favorite color sky-blue, once [REDACTED] on stage in front of your kindergarten class? Sandoval: Yeah, that's… uh, that's me, and – wait, did you say “human”? Are you not human? SCP-4767-1: Ha! Good one. Now, jokes aside, what can I help you with today? Sandoval: Uh, well, I guess I was wondering what I'm doing here. SCP-4767-1: Having second thoughts on your major, huh? No worries, happens all the time, have you considered perhaps attending one of our- Sandoval: No, I mean, why do I come here while sleeping? Why does this place exist? SCP-4767-1: You're not serious, are you? SCP-4767-1: You are serious. Looks like someone fell awake during Narco-orientation. This, uh, this really isn't my job, but if I'm being honest this is really the first time I've seen you take initiative in about a hundred years or so, so I'm just happy that you're finally showing an interest. Look, let me make this simple: Why do you sleep? Sandoval: To reduce strain on my muscles and prevent over-exertion? SCP-4767-1: No, that's why you rest. Why do you, you know, turn off your conscious mind and lapse into a state of unconsciousness? Sandoval: I don't know.5 SCP-4767-1: I – wow, that's – I cannot believe… I mean, it's just typical. You don't go to class, you flunk all your tests, and then there's the thing with the pants – I mean, it's not like we care about pants, we didn't even really register them as a concept before you came along, but the level of implied insult in your own culture is astonishing, and you keep doing it! For years and years! And now you want to come here and complain you don't know what's going on? I mean, really. Sandoval: I first dreamed of this place a couple months ago, I think you're confusing me- SCP-4767-1: Oh god, you're another one of those “individual consciousness” people, too. It's just a phase, I've seen it before, Professor Rabonok's Neurophysical Expansion 117 class should clear that right up for you – well, if you ever actually turn up. We keep admitting different parts of you and it just winds up the same, I don't give up on any student but you're really not making it easy. Just study more and try to keep your eyes shut, please. Sandoval: I have to ask, if I'm such a difficult student then why do you keep admitting different… parts of me? SCP-4767-1: Well, I mean, it was pointed out a century ago that humans were under-represented among the sapiences with higher learning and I definitely agree that there's a bootstrapping problem, I mean, you can't just expect a sapience-class to develop it out of nowhere, so… Sandoval: I'm sorry, are you saying I'm here because of affirmative action? SCP-4767-1: Well, we do take sapience-class into consideration during the admission process, but it's only one factor. I can't really talk about the details but I'm sure it doesn't just come down to that. I, uh, hmm, let's keep this conversation between us, shall we? Was there anything else I could help you with? Sandoval: There is, actually: How am I paying for all of this? SCP-4767-1: Well, you were probably auto-enrolled in one of our student loan programs upon admittance, they're really quite reasonable and – all right, now, this is exactly what I was talking about, come on. Sandoval: What? SCP-4767-1: You're falling awake right here! You can barely keep your eyes shut, can you? Sandoval: I'm sorry, I'm not trying to- SCP-4767-1: I don't think it's unreasonable to just ask you to try a little harder, I'm taking time out of my busy schedule to help and… SCP-4767 demanifests as Agent Sandoval awakens. Addendum 4767-b: Formal request for additional study Date: 02/01/2018 From: Agent Lauren Sandoval To: Site Director Colin Barkin Request ID: A86DN975DNSK Request details: To be kept unconscious in a medically-induced coma for four years in order to investigate effects of graduating from SCP-4767 Date: 02/09/2018 From: Site Director Colin Barkin To: Agent Lauren Sandoval Request ID: A86DN975DNSK Status: DENIED Response details: The faculty had severe difficulty distinguishing between you and the tens of millions of humans we know to be affected by SCP-4767. The Foundation is not interested in finding out what happens when one affected subject graduates and the as-yet-unknown student loan debt becomes due. Date: 02/09/2018 From: Agent Lauren Sandoval To: Site Director Colin Barkin Subject: Re: Request A86DN975DNSK Correspondence: But what happens if we flunk out? Footnotes 1. P vs NP is an unsolved computational-complexity problem; if P=NP as this question implies, the majority of modern computer security is useless. 2. Cardenio is a lost play and it is unclear if it was written by Shakespeare or written at all. 3. Dark matter is a hypothetical construct that explains certain aspects of stellar physics. While Danish astronomer Jacobus Kapteyn was the first to propose its existence, it is not known if this question implies that dark matter itself actually has a creator. 4. Entropy is the measure of order in any given system, and inevitably tends towards becoming more chaotic (higher) over time. No known mechanism exists by which it could reset and it is unknown what would happen if this did occur. 5. This is an unsolved problem in human biology. |
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Donkman" by: DrAkimoto Make sure you check out the Donkman's Den Hub for all your Donkman needs. The Donkman's Den ~DrAkimoto's Author Page~ Secure, Contain, Protect 3/4768 LEVEL 3/4768 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4768 Keter Special Containment Procedures All sightings of SCP-4768 are to be considered a Level 3/Keneq priority response situation. MTF Kappa-12 ("Rough Riders") is tasked with investigating sightings and, if possible, capturing SCP-4768. Responding agents must be equipped with external video feed visors in order to correctly identify SCP-4768. All video or photographic evidence of SCP-4768 is to be confiscated or discredited. The Foundation's Historical Analyses Division is to document, corroborate, and expunge records of historic SCP-4768 activity. These files are available to personnel with Level 3/4768 Clearance, in person, at the Site-51 Archive. Description Photograph of SCP-4768, date unknown. SCP-4768 is a humanoid donkey who refers to itself as Ulysses B. Donkman. SCP-4768 is capable of speech and communicates in fluent English with a Southern-American accent. While viewing SCP-4768 directly with the natural eye, it manifests the appearance of a nonanomalous human male. Most witnesses' descriptions of its appearance are vague, with no discernible features being remembered. This does not occur when viewing SCP-4768 through visual media such as photographs or video. In addition to affecting perception of itself, SCP-4768 demonstrates the ability to modify the appearance of its surrounding environment. It is unknown whether this is a byproduct of perception manipulation or reality-bending capabilities. Witness testimony and historical records show SCP-4768 activity throughout the Southern United States from 1820 until the present day. A wide range of abilities and anomalous feats have been attributed to SCP-4768, most of which remain unconfirmed. Attached Addenda Discovery Taken from Agent Besmer's footage of the Anvil Roadhouse. SCP-4768 came to the Foundation's attention from a routine information exchange between the Foundation and Global Occult Coalition. The GOC's information included vague reports of anomalous activity involving a humanoid entity, a set of possible coordinates, and the name Ulysses B. Donkman. Civil records revealed the coordinates to be a bar named Anvil Roadhouse in Lockeville, Texas. On 1998/07/24, Foundation Outpost TX127 dispatched Investigative Agent Daniel Besmer to document the anomaly. ■ Interview | SCP-4768 ■ □ Interview | SCP-4768 □ Audio/Video Log Transcript Date: 1998/07/24 Interviewer: Investigative Agent Daniel Besmer Interviewed: SCP-4768 Foreword: Agent Besmer, disguised as a Texas Ranger, has entered the Anvil Roadhouse in an attempt to locate SCP-4768. The encounter is recorded via chest-cam. [BEGIN LOG] [Agent Besmer makes his way to the bar, several patrons stop to look at Agent Besmer before returning to their drinks.] SCP-4768: Afternoon Ranger, what can I do ya for? [The bartender is SCP-4768, it is wearing a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up.] Besmer: Yes, I'm looking for someone. SCP-4768: Ain't we all, my friend, ain't we all. Besmer: Yeah, well I'm looking for a man by the name of Ulysses Donkman. Have you heard of him? SCP-4768: Oh yes, I reckon I have– he is somewhat of a local hero 'round these parts. Even got a drink named after 'em, carrot juice 'n whiskey. [SCP-4768 takes a framed photograph off the wall behind the bar and hands it to Agent Besmer.] Besmer: And this isn't edited? SCP-4768: No sir, that there's the genuine article. Besmer: You've met this "man" before? SCP-4768: That I have, he finds his way past here from time to time. Some say he was born 'round these parts, though I reckon no one knows quite when. Besmer: How do you mean? SCP-4768: Well you see, folks been tellin' stories about 'ol Donkman for well, 'bout as long as anyone remembers. My grandpappy said the Indians had stories about him, that he's always been here. If'n you ask me, I find it a touch hard to believe. Besmer: But you have met the man? Did he look like this? [Agent Besmer holds up the photograph.] SCP-4768: Well that's the damnedest thing. I remember meetin' him, wasn't but 20 feet from where you're sitting'. But its fuzzy, like I can't quite remember it right– suppose I was caught in the moment. Besmer: Interesting. SCP-4768: If'n you say so. But if we're bein' honest, the stories 'bout 'ol Donkman are by far more interesting than those 'bout me. Besmer: Well than, why don't you share some of these stories? SCP-4768: Now you see, dependin' on who ya' ask you'll get a different story. Some folk believe 'em to be true matter of fact, and others such as myself, believe them to be more exaggeration than fact. Excuse me. [SCP-4768 steps away to pour several drinks for other patrons. A few minutes pass before he returns to Agent Besmer.] SCP-4768: Ulysses is credited for runnin' 50 miles an hour from a dead stop. He once shot a man near 100 yards away with a slingshot. Man round 20 years back said he saw 'em lift a full-grown buffalo clean over his head, with one arm. [SCP-4768 hands Agent Besmer a drink.] Besmer: I see what you meant when you called them 'exaggerations'. Seem to just be tall tales to me. SCP-4768: And it could very well be so, though I reckon, some might just be true. You ask some of the old timers and they'll tell ya 'bout the old stories. Like how he once out drew none other than Billy the Kid himself. As it goes, when it came time for shooting', Donkman spat 10 yards clear into Billy's eye. Billy misfired an' hit his own horse clean in the temple. By the time anyone knew what happened, Donkman was long gone, took Billy's woman too– dependin' who ya' ask. Besmer: Are there any stories that don't sound like complete BS? [SCP-4768 laughs, it sounds similar to the braying of a donkey.] SCP-4768: Well, I don't reckon the truth all that important. Ulysses B. Donkman, and his seemingly tall tales, remind us of the man we all wish to be. I suppose that's the point of it all. Besmer: Well, I think I've heard enough. Thank you for your time. [Agent Besmer stands to leave.] SCP-4768: If you don't mind me askin', why were you lookin' for Donkman anyhow? Besmer: It's not important. I'm thinking that someone was just trying to get one over on me. SCP-4768: Maybe for the better, wouldn't want to find yourself being the punchline to one of these tales. Besmer: [Chuckles.] No, I suppose not. You have a good one. [END LOG] Following the encounter, Agent Besmer returned to Foundation Outpost TX127 to transcribe the audio and prepare his report. Upon reviewing the footage, the analysis team informed Agent Besmer that he had been speaking with SCP-4768 for the entirety of the encounter. Agent Besmer admits to not remembering the appearance of the man he spoke to and has difficulty recalling the encounter. Mobile Task Force Kappa-12 was dispatched to recover SCP-4768 at the Anvil Roadhouse. Upon arrival the MTF found the building to be abandoned; this was corroborated by locals who claim the roadhouse has been closed for 10 years. The photograph of SCP-4768 remained on the roadhouse bar, an attached note reads as follows: Thanks for stopping by and chatting. Always appreciate the company. Desert's got a funny way of playing tricks on your eyes, doesn't it? U. B. Donkman P.S. It'll take more than that to catch 'ol Donkman. |
SCP-4769 | keter | close Info X SCP-4769: Physics Teacher Authors: PolarPacific , Helioskrub Image Source: Original Image taken by PolarPacific with consent given by individual in the image. (Purposely edited to obscure individuals identity) A digital image of SCP-4769, taken from location of discovery. SCP-4769's anomalous properties have heavily degraded the image. Item #: SCP-4769 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4769 is to be contained in a standard containment cell in a permanent state of unconsciousness with cameras, heart rate monitors and brainwave mapping equipment to be monitored by no less than three Level-4 Foundation personnel at all times. The subject is to be kept permanently engaged within an advanced simulation achieved through the direct stimulation of the optical nerves and the prefrontal cortex of the brain. A highly modified CRAY supercomputer is utilised in the simulation of the containment environment. All hardware relating to the simulation of SCP-4769’s containment environment is to be kept at a temperature below -190°C using a constant flow of liquid nitrogen. Upon fortnightly maintenance procedures, SCP-4769 is to be placed into a strong induced coma and temperatures are to be increased to -50°C to allow technicians to survey the system for signs of disrepair and clear out debris which may impact the functioning of the device. Due to SCP-4769’s abnormally high levels of brain activity, sedative effectiveness is reduced to a timespan of roughly 3 hours. Consciousness of the subject is not deemed to be an immediate threat, however this should be actively avoided to maintain the immersion of SCP-4769 within the simulation. Description: SCP-4769 is a Class IV Reality Bender with the appearance of an adult East Indian male, estimated around to be 50-60 years old with an average body build and receding grey hair. Subject appears to be biologically human yet does not require any form of sustenance to live. Prior to containment following Incident 4769-1, subject was found to be actively employed at ██████████ University as a physics lecturer, and self-identifies as such. However, individuals found to have interacted with SCP-4769 which were interviewed uniformly could not recall how or when SCP-4769 came to become a lecturer, its name, or if the subject entered/exited the premises at any point in time. Students directly ‘taught’ frequently by SCP-4769 exhibited no anomalous or particularly strange traits of their own other than a relative lack of knowledge in physics related subjects compared to other classes. Interviewees were administered Class-B amnestics and released back into the public. SCP-4769 appears to have control over its perceived reality and is able to manipulate the physical properties of space around it in an undefined radius. Observation has revealed the subject’s anomalous abilities are only activated through vocalisation or written words. Subject seems oblivious to its anomalous abilities, even after their effects cause drastic alteration to its surroundings. SCP-4769 appears to be invulnerable to the effects of its own manipulation, however it can be harmed directly by external forces. All attempts of photography of SCP-4769 have turned out heavily degraded, which Dr. Hopper theorizes may be a passive effect of the subject’s reality manipulation and linked to its anti-memetic effects on individuals which it has interacted with. SCP-4769 rests in a dormant state during times outside of its ‘teaching schedule,’ a timeframe between 9 am to 5 pm daily. During this dormant state, SCP-4769 is inattentive and extremely hard to coerce into talking, unless the topic of conversation is somewhat ‘physics’ orientated. SCP-4769 has displayed doctorate level knowledge within classical mechanics, thermodynamics, relativity, electronics, quantum mechanics and astrophysics; however, it lacks a basic understanding of virtually anything else. Attempts to stop SCP-4769 from discussing/writing about physics related topics has resulted in SCP-4769 discussing these subjects far more vigorously than if left to its normal teaching schedule. As such, preventing SCP-4769 from speaking about physics is strictly prohibited to prevent unnecessary simulation resets. Addendum: SCP-4769 - Dr.Hopper Subject Discovery/Containment SCP-4769 was discovered by Foundation personnel after news of “extreme slipperiness” had caused sudden wide-scale car crashes on ████████████ Road, ███████████. MTF Beta-23 (“Crowbar”) was deployed to stabilise the situation and identify the cause of the anomaly. SCP-4769 was found in the centre of the radius of effect, “absentmindedly” teaching a group of students. SCP-4769 acknowledged Foundation Personnel and was compliant in its capture, if not mildly annoyed for “disturbing others’ learning.” SCP-4769 was transported for interrogation at Site-███ with no incident. Later analysis of the lecture revealed that the subject had neglected to account for friction within a hypothetical scenario involving the kinematics of a car on the affected nearby road. After presenting this to SCP-4769 and highlighting the error, it proceeded to correct the equation, restoring ████████████ Road to its previous state. SCP-4769's object class reclassified from Euclid to Keter by Dr. Hopper. - “This was a lot worse than we could’ve imagined. This idiot makes a single mistake and we’re done.” - Dr Hopper All civilians involved in the incident were administered Class-A amnestics and a cover story involving a “sudden sleet buildup” in a “freak snowstorm” was dispersed. + Interview Log : First interview with SCP-4769 - Interview Log : First interview with SCP-4769 Interviewed: SCP-4769 Interviewer: Dr. Hopper First interview with SCP-4769. Interview conducted by Dr. Hopper in a mobile interrogation vehicle after first encounter at ██°██'██.█"N █°██'██.█"E. <Begin Log, [1843 hours]> Dr. Hopper: Hello 4769, I'm- SCP-4769: Please call me Reg. Dr. Hopper: Unfortunately, I must refer to you as SCP-4769 as per Foundation regulations. [SCP-4769 diverts gaze from Dr. Hopper to the wall behind Dr. Hopper.] Dr. Hopper: Are you okay to proceed with this interview? SCP-4769: Yes. Dr. Hopper: As I was saying, my name is Dr. H. Can you tell us how you got here? SCP-4769: I don’t know. Dr. Hopper: What were you doing at ████████████? [SCP-4769 gaze drifts onto Dr. Hopper’s watch.] Dr. Hopper: 4769? SCP-4769: Teaching. Dr. Hopper: And what is it you teach exactly? SCP-4769: Physics, although I can teach maths pretty well too. Also can draw pretty well, but sometimes I can get carried away. I completely lost last examinations results that way. [SCP-4769 again slips into a state of inattentiveness, seemingly reminiscing of the act.] Dr. Hopper: Are you aware of what happened today?” [SCP-4769 retains its state of inattentiveness.] Dr. Hopper: SCP-4769! SCP-4769: It’s sir to you, young man. Do not answer questions when when you have not been asked. It- it really slows down the lesson. If everybody asked a question instead of listening to what I say the first time… Dr. Hopper: Okay, okay, we get it. Somebody, please shut him up. Yes, three millilitres of Midazolam should be fine. We're done here. <End Log, [1858 hours]> [SCP-4769 continued rambling about classroom etiquette for the following seven minutes before succumbing to the effects of the sedative and falling unconscious. Interview terminated.] + Excerpt from Document 4769-Alpha - Dr. Hopper’s Simulation Observation Log - Excerpt from Document 4769-Alpha - Dr. Hopper’s Simulation Observation Log SCP-4769 Observation Log 12 - 09/12/20██ Location: Simulated high school classroom Cause: Subject misspells “Spectra” as “Spektra” Area of effect: 200m~ radius Effect: Spelling in dictionaries altered to match SCP-4769’s assertion. Containment Action: Simulation reset by onhand staff under the supervision of Dr. Hopper. SCP-4769 Observation Log 79 - 12/02/20██ Location: Simulated high school classroom Cause: Subject asserts that objects of exactly equal mass cancel each others gravity out. Area of effect: Observable universe Effect: Simulation freezes Several components of the CRAY supercomputer heat up drastically and risk destruction before simulation is reset. Containment Action: Sedative administered Simulation reset by Dr. Hopper CRAY supercomputer components upgraded to mostly be composed with a tantalum carbide and tungsten composite material. Additional temperature regulation cores installed within critical areas of the supercomputer. SCP-4769 Observation Log 103 - 03/10/20██ Location: Simulated University lecture hall Cause: Subject accidentally labelled the gravitational acceleration on Earth at sea level was 98.0ms^-2 in a lecture. Area of effect: Earth Effect: Everything on Earth is exposed to the new gravitational acceleration of 98.0 ms^-2, and is compacted accordingly Earth is reduced to a radius of ████km. Containment Action: Sedative administered Due to the strain on the simulation hardware caused by a fundamental rewrite to the physics engine, ██ additional cores were added to the central processing unit to increase computational power. SCP-4769 Observation Log 117 - 07/05/20██ Location: Simulated high school classroom Cause: Light speed incorrectly asserted by subject Area of effect: Undefined Effect: Simulation device experiences catastrophic failure; ceases function Subject wakes up from comatose state. Containment Action: Subject issued with sedative Simulation now programmed to reset immediately upon mention of light speed Investigation into utilising SCP-866 as a more effective means of simulation. + Excerpt from Document 4769-Beta - Dr. Hopper Simulation Experimentation Log - Excerpt from Document 4769-Beta - Dr. Hopper Simulation Experimentation Log SCP-4769’s ability to manipulate the laws of physics could prove to be a useful tool to better understand our the laws which define our universe. The magnitude of scientific discovery possible which could aid the Foundation and humanity as a whole is simply too great to pass up. Permission to run experiments within SCP-4769’s simulation requested. -Dr. Hopper [Testing approved by O5 Command on 11/08/20██ .] Dr. Hopper modifies the simulation to allow communication between himself and the subject through the avatar of a simulated student. Simulation reset after each test. Test 1: SCP-4769 is suggested to draw a diagram for a hypothetical situation where the sun is compressed into a black hole. Result: Planetary orbits remain unchanged, After 8 minutes and 20 seconds sunlight ceases. Results matched our calculations perfectly. Continue with testing. - Dr. Hopper Test 2: SCP-4769 is suggested to conduct an experiment where the efficiency of a DC motor is set to 110% Result: DC Motor appears to spin indefinitely and generates electricity without an external power source. Really excited about this next one. This could be the breakthrough we've been waiting for. - Dr. Hopper Test 3: SCP-4769 is suggested to draw a diagram of a sustainable fusion reactor. Result: SCP-4769 drew a crude child-like sketch of “the outside” of the reactor. When asked to draw the insides, SCP-4769 drew a model depicting two helium atoms undergoing fusion into a hydrogen atom. Cheeky [DATA EXPUNGED]. - Dr. Hopper Test 4: SCP-4769 is asked about what would happen if the temperature of water were to decrease to 0.000001K, then briefly to absolute zero (0 Kelvin) 2 seconds later, returning to >0K at the 5 second mark. Dr. Hopper specifically refers the hypothetical scenario to a 250mL beaker filled with water 'to demonstrate its effects practically'. The beaker was suspended 7 metres above ground by a clamp sitting atop a table to best observe predicted effects. Result: The hydrogen lost all viscosity and became a superfluid, immediately sinking through the pores of the borosilicate glass calculated to have an average diameter of ~0.92μm, and continued sinking through otherwise impermeable material. The oxygen briefly transformed into a liquid state, then a solid, taking on a blue tinted cubic crystalline form. The surrounding atoms coalesced together into a Bose-Einstein condensate, the atoms of the oxygen, hydrogen and their surroundings becoming indistinguishable. At exactly 2 seconds into the experiment, both the solid and liquid became suspended in place, with zero movement detected from even a molecular level. All affected matter simultaneously became [REDACTED] to the human eye. Simulation records affected atoms from test as far as ███████████ lightyears from point of experiment at the 6 second mark. ███████ was found in the █████████ ██████, seemingly ██████ into a state of ██████████████. Simulation reaches a critical temperature of ███°C before reset at 6.3 seconds1. We still aren't quite sure what we just observed. I don't think that was meant to be observed. I'm beginning to think there is a reason absolute zero isn't possible according to our laws of physics. - Dr. Hopper Test 5: SCP-4769 is suggested to divide a number by 0. Result: Supercomputer ceases operation immediately. I really don't know what I thought was going to happen with that one. Still, we can improve from here on! - Dr. Hopper [Testing ceased as ordered by O5 Command] Recall Protocol: In the event of a containment breach, subject is to be carefully escorted into a temporary containment chamber and administered sedatives. Due to the oblivious nature of the subject, there is no immediate threat. It is advised that the subject is immersed in the simulation as soon as possible to avoid distress. Should the subject be uncooperative, subject is to be sedated and re-immersed in the simulation immediately. Notes: SCP-4769 is beginning to show signs of remembering pieces of information from past simulation resets, expressing increasing levels of bewilderment and déjà vu. He’s learning. Simulation resets are to be kept to a minimum from now on. - Dr. Hopper Footnotes 1. A separate research investigation on the nature of the inconclusive results exhibited by Test 4 is ongoing. |
SCP-4770 | euclid | A Developed SCP-4770-1, Pre-Hatching Event Item #: SCP-4770 Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-4770 will be contained in Site-17's humanoid containment cells. No more than five instances of SCP-4770 shall be contained at any given time. SCP-4770 requires the normal amenities of a human adult except for access to food. Personnel entering SCP-4770's containment chamber are required to wear Foundation issued gas masks. Level 2 clearance is needed to bypass this restriction. Furthermore, The Mobile Task Force "Crab Crackers" has been tasked with eradicating colonies not currently in containment. The guise of an E-coli outbreak has proven successful in covering up an outbreak of SCP-4770 due to the location of its colonies. Amnestics class B or lower is available for survivors of an outbreak. After the events of Site-██, no cake resembling SCP-4770-1 will be served at any Foundation location. Description: SCP-4770 is a previously unidentified species in the genus Phronima,1 coined Phronima crustulam by researchers. SCP-4770 is parasitic and consists of a three-stage life cycle. Due to the wide physiological differences of these life stages, they have been labeled SCP-4770-1, SCP-4770-2, and SCP-4770-3. SCP-4770-1: SCP-4770-1 is a cake composed entirely of only hardened frosting. It is, on average, 0.2 m wide. Chemical analysis of the frosting has revealed that it contains 150% more sucrose then regular buttercream. Staff has described it as tasting "extraordinarily sweet." Furthermore, X-Ray analysis of SCP-4770-1 has shown the internal chamber to be hollow, which is consistent with the theory that SCP-4770-1 is an egg for SCP-4770-2. SCP-4770-2: SCP-4770-2 appears to be the zoe2 stage of the lifecycle. Individuals are roughly 0.030-0.040 mm long and can take several various forms. SCP-4770-2 is able to survive on land by having adapted to filter oxygen through rudimentary lungs in place of gills. This is unlike any other known organism and research is currently underway in an attempt to emulate this process. Similarly, its digestive system has evolved for a primary diet of sucrose. SCP-4770-2 also hosts a proboscis that is roughly 0.25 meters in length.3 When brought into contact with a human, SCP-4770-2 enters a hatching state. This is marked by the instance of SCP-4770-2 "hatching" and latching onto the host's mouth with its chelae and pleopods.4 The proboscis is then forced through the esophagus and into the stomach. SCP-4770-2 then proceeds to drains the stomach of its hydrochloric acid, dumping the liquid through an opening near the top of the proboscis. Analysis of a proboscis recovered from Site-██ demonstrated that the proboscis is lined with epithelial cells that secrete mucus similar to the human stomach. When the host's stomach is empty, the proboscis is pulled from the host and detached from SCP-4770-2. This allows the instance of SCP-4770-2 to enter the host's body by forcing itself into the stomach. SCP-4770-2 proceeds to [REDACTED], gaining control of the host's nervous and endocrine systems. This creates an instance of SCP-4770-3. SCP-4770-3: An adult instance SCP-4770 that has undergone a hatching event. It is unknown if SCP-4770-3 is sentient. Its main objective is to lay eggs in order to spread the infection. When an instance of SCP-4770-3 is created, it immediately manifests a new personality for itself. It is currently unknown if this personality is created upon creation of SCP-4770-3 or inherited from the SCP-4770-2 instance. SCP-4770-3 will then attempt to find a suitable location to create its nest. Locations of nests have been found, as of the date of ████, as follows: bakeries, cake-shops, local grocery stores, Site-██'s cafeteria, and [REDACTED]. After creating its nest, SCP-4770-3 will produce SCP-4770-1 by [REDACTED]. Discovery: SCP-4770 was discovered by Agent Rutteb after returning from containment of SCP-████. Agent went to the onsite cafeteria only to find numerous instances of SCP-4770-1. The report of this encounter can be found under "Incident Report-1" and "Incident Report-2." After retaking Site-██, it was found that [REDACTED]% of personnel had become hosts for SCP-4770. It was soon discovered that Researcher McAllen, a Level 2 Researcher new to the Foundation, came into possession of an instance of SCP-4770-1. It is unknown how this occurred. The following reports detail the events that took place at Site-██. + Incident Report 1: 8th Sept, ████, 11:50 - 8th Sept, ████ 11:50 Agent Rutteb: "This is Agent Rutteb, Level 2 Field Agent, needing assistance at Site-██. Not completely sure what is going one here, possible containment breach. Staff seems compromised. Site-17, do you read me?" [Note at this point command of Site-17 attempts to communicate with Agent. However, Agent Rutteb appears to not have received the message.] Agent Rutteb: "Site-17, I hope you are reading this. I just returned from containment of SCP-████ to Site-██. Something is off with this place, command. The cafeteria is full of cakes and half the staff seems to have been infected with some form of anomaly. They aren't themselves anymore. I can't even reach the onsite command here- when I went to find them all I found was the cakes in their seats." [At this point, Site-17 has established control of Site-██'s onsite video surveillance system. A copy of this feed can be requested from Doctor Frederick.] [Surveillance of Agent Rutteb shows that he had been walking down a low security hallway. He appears to be equipped with a standard foundation hidden jacket radio. Nothing noteworthy appeared immediately suspicious to Site-17's control. Attempts were made to contact Site-██ control but were unsuccessful.] [Behind Agent Rutteb, in a nearby doorway, a researcher later identified as Level 2 Researcher Jeffery Daniels appears. When he spots Agent Rutteb, a large smile appears on his face.] Researcher Daniels: "Friend, where have you been! Come, come, you look famished! What are you, only meat and bones. Let us go, there is so much cake to be eaten." Agent Rutteb: "Jeffery! Where did you even come from!" Researcher Daniels: "Friend, you must have me confused! My name is Bork. I was just communing with the goddess. You should join us, it is about time for the great feast!" Agent Rutteb: "Jeff, what has happened to you?” [Researcher Daniels quickly grabs Agent Rutteb's wrist, locking eyes with him.] Researcher Daniels: "Now, now. My name is Bork. I am not this Jeff. I can explain over cake." Agent Rutteb: "Bork? Sorry, I thought you were Jeff. I'll come later, I need to get some things first." [At this point, Agent Rutteb quickly frees himself from Researcher Daniel's grasp and hurries away.] Agent Rutteb: "Command, are you reading this? This isn't like them; I mean I’m Jeff's son's godfather. Is this mimetic, viral…" [Researcher Daniels, who had produced a pipe from behind his lab coat, knocks Agent Rutteb over the head, knocking him unconscious. Several other, previously unseen researchers then appear from other doorways and proceeded to drag the limp body of Agent Rutteb into the onsite cafeteria.] [During this time, O-5 command declared an emergency at Site-██. Site-17, being the closest site to Site-██, was tasked with the initial response. Several Mobile Tasks Forces were sent to the site; however, due to the remote location of Site-██, monitoring of the anomaly continued during the twelve-hour transport window.] + Incident Report 2: 8th Sept, ████, 18:22 - 8th Sept, ████, 18:22 [During the hours Agent Rutteb was unconscious, Site-17's command had been monitoring Site-██ anomaly. It was recorded that, in the cafeteria with Agent Rutteb, there were twelve non-infected individuals and thirty infected.] [At 18:22 hours, Camera footage shows Agent Rutteb beginning to stir.] Agent Rutteb: "Christ, got a quick one on me. Command, I hope you're still present. I think I'm in the thick of it now." [At 18:25 hours, two of the infected began to smile and proceeds to grab one of the non-infected. The individual was soon forced through the kitchen door. Simultaneously, all of the infected chant "Let him eat cake!"] Agent Rutteb: "What is this? Ok, think, Rutteb. Command, I'm going to try to figure out what the hell is going on here. Stand by" [Agent Rutteb can be seen sitting up in what is believed an attempt gather his surroundings. At this moment there is a terrified scream from the back room.] Agent Rutteb: "Christ! Command, what did I get myself into?" [Agent Rutteb, with breathing heavily audible, attempts to move closer to one of the infected individuals. The individual was identified as D-33441 by their tattoos.] Agent Rutteb: "D-33441, I will terminate you unless you tell me what is going on!" D-33441: "My name is Ruttenberg. I am a high mother of this colony. You are to be given eternal life through the wonders of cake. Let us all eat cake!" [At the prompt of D-33441, all of the infected proceeded to chant "Let us all eat cake!" while another non-infected is brought into the back room. Another scream can be heard soon after.] Agent Rutteb, hands visibly shaking: "Ok, High Mother, what the fuck?" D-33441: "We are the eternal life givers, the one true colony. Be hollowed out by our greatness and take us inside of you. Receive us, SCP Foundation, and be made whole and greater than you once were." [Another non-infected was taken to the kitchen, followed by another chant.] Agent Rutteb: "Who sent you! The Church? Insurgency?" [Another scream can be heard from the kitchen.] D-33441: "You are thinking too little, my egg. Soon you will be greater. Soon you will know." [At this point D-33441 refused to answer any more of Agent Rutteb's questions, responding only with chants and screams from the kitchen.] Agent Rutteb: "Command, I have no idea what's going on. There are a few people left here: a researcher who is frantically taking notes, a D-Class who is being restrained, some Level 1 staff crying in a corner. God, I hope you show up soon and cut this cult to pieces." [At 19:00 hours, Agent Rutteb is pulled into the kitchen.] [The infected staff proceeds to drag Agent Rutteb into the kitchen and push him onto his knees. Later analysis confirmed that 3 of these individuals were of the original ten of the non-infected individuals present with Agent Rutteb earlier.] Agent Rutteb: "What are you? And get you hands off me!" [One infected individual, identified as a member of the janitorial staff, steps forward. Leaning over and holding out his hands, the man began dry heaving vociferously. His eyes began to bulge from his head while his neck [redacted] until a single white frosting cake landed onto the floor. The entire process lasted only one minute. The cake was then placed into Agent Rutteb's palm.] [A creature, later identified as SCP-4770-2, proceeds to leap from the cake and wrap itself into Agent Rutteb's mouth. Despite Agent Rutteb's bloodied screams, it propels its proboscis down his throat and removes a green and yellow liquid, later identified as stomach acid, before removing and detaching its proboscis. Control watched as the creature forced itself down Agent Rutteb's throat as the Agent violently clawed at his throat, coughing up blood and tissue. Agent Rutteb silenced after ten minutes.] Janitorial Staff: "Welcome brother. What is your name." Agent Rutteb: "Epoc, sister. Epoc." [After this point, Agent Rutteb was involved in producing ██ cakes for the remaining non-infected.] + WARNING: Level 4 Clearance or Higher - Vivisection of Agent Rutteb Clearance Accepted Instances of SCP-4770-2 After Removal From Hosts. Agent Rutteb was recovered during re-pacification of Site-██ and transported to Site-17. Immediate vivisection was performed on Agent Rutteb, who had been restrained by Agents. During the first section of the procedure, he would not stop shouting "My name is Epoc!" and "You will all thank us for this!" During the initial part of the procedure, researchers noted that minimal changes to the host's physical body structure occurred due to the parasitic host. However, upon removal of Agent's ribcage, it was found that SCP-4770-2's various appendages were protruding from the stomach lining, particularly in the fundus region5 of the stomach. Samples taken from the appendages showed that this instance of SCP-4770-2 was secreting several complex chemicals directly into the stomach- first, a batch of complex hormones that is theorized to allow SCP-4770-2 to manipulate the host's endocrine and nervous system, and, secondly, sodium bicarbonate.6 Upon dissection of the stomach, SCP-4770-2 was found to be sluggish and soon perished. Finally, a minor tissue complex that seems to have been adapted to produce sucrose at high volumes had replaced much of the parietal cells of the stomach. Of note, however, was that a minute after removal of SCP-4770-2, Agent Rutteb stopped shouting for approximately five minute before he began to cry. Before perishing a few minutes, Agent Rutteb had been muttering, "Put it back. I want it back. I miss my Epoc." - Vivisection of Agent Rutteb Footnotes 1. A genus of parasitic deep-sea amphipods 2. Infant Stage 3. The average size of a human esophagus 4. SCP-4770's appendages 5. Largest, middle region of the stomach 6. A neutralizer for hydrochloric acid |
SCP-4771 | safe | SCP-4771 in storage at Site-19 Item #: SCP-4771 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4771 is to be kept in a standard safe-class anomalous item locker at Site-19. SCP-4771 has displayed a predictable behavior set under extensive testing. As SCP-4771 was instrumental in preserving the safety of numerous Foundation personnel, as of 11/14/2021, MTF Members and Foundation Personnel with level 2 or above clearance may apply to use SCP-47711. Description: SCP-4771 is an anomalous dog whistle. SCP-4771 does not produce any sound in any frequency spectrum, unlike its non-anomalous counterparts. SCP-4771's anomalous effects may manifest when it is blown by a former owner (henceforth referred to as subject) of a deceased pet canid. Should the subject's life come under threat at any point in time after SCP-4771 was used, a temporary, selectively hostile, volitional Class-VIII incorporeal entity in the form of the subject's deceased pet (referred to as SCP-4771-B) will appear to render aid to the subject. In 98% of subjects, this effect will occur only once. SCP-4771's anomalous effects will manifest with greater probability if the subject meets one or more of these criteria: Subject acquired SCP-4771-B as a puppy when said subject was a child/adolescent Subject adopted SCP-4771-B from a kill shelter Subject grew up with SCP-4771-B Subject has treated SCP-4771-B with respect and love during its lifetime Subject has spent a lot of time engaging in play activities with SCP-4771-B Subject was present at SCP-4771-B's death Subject held, caressed, or otherwise maintained physical contact with SCP-4771-B as it expired Subject interred SCP-4771-B's remains on the grounds of their place of residence Subject remembers habits, quirks, or other strong memories regarding SCP-4771-B Subject frequently talks about SCP-4771-B Subject has pictures or other forms of visual media depicting SCP-4771-B on display The degree to which an SCP-4771-B instance can exert influence over the physical world is affected by the conditions listed above in blue. As a general rule, the more the subject in question partakes in activities listed in blue, the greater the effect a corresponding SCP-4771-B instance can exert. Analysis of high fidelity recording of sounds produced by all SCP-4771-B instances shows that according to the Foundation’s current understanding of auditory cognitohazards, all sounds produced by SCP-4771-B instances should be fatal to all human beings. Research on why this is not the case is currently ongoing. Manifestation Event 3: Close Log Name of Subject: Captain Jose Ortega, Leader of MTF Gamma-6 (Deep Feeders). Physical Description of SCP-4771-B: Female Labradoodle, deceased at age 12. Notable Qualities: Subject suffered from depression, alcoholism, and drug use after the death of his parents in a car accident when he was 15. Subject spent several months homeless before encountering SCP-4771-B on the streets. Subject frequently credited SCP-4771-B with helping him overcome his substance abuse and mental health issues. Background: On 2/4/2022, MTF Gamma-6 is sent to re-establish containment for SCP-████. The mission was a failure with an extreme casualty rate. Out of 22 MTF members, only 3 agents (including the subject) survived. Subject suffers from extreme PTSD and survivor’s guilt afterward. Foundation mandated mental health treatments see little success in improving subject’s condition. Event Description: On 8/2/2022, Subject attempts suicide using Foundation-issue .44 caliber revolver. According to testimony from the subject, as he placed the barrel of the firearm against his temple, cocked the hammer, and clenched his eyes shut, he felt a ‘warm and fluffy mass’ settling on his lap. Subject opened his eyes to see a barely visible shimmering apparition of SCP-4771-B sitting on his legs. SCP-4771-B remained with the subject for approximately 5 more minutes, during which time it nudged the gun away from the subject. SCP-4771-B instance licked the subject on the face a moment before dematerializing. Epilogue: Subject makes a call to Foundation mental healthcare services to report his suicide attempt and the aforementioned anomalous activity. Foundation therapists place subject under watch while providing him with additional care. Subject’s PTSD symptoms vastly improve over the next few months. A DNA swab of the saliva sample taken from the subject’s face reveals a 98.2% match with a dog of a Labradoodle breed. Manifestation Event 14: Close Log Name of Subject: Assistant Researcher Patricia O’Leary. Physical Description of SCP-4771-B: Male German Shepherd, deceased at age 15. Notable Qualities: Subject grew up in an impoverished neighborhood with a high rate of violent crime. Subject noted several incidents where SCP-4771-B protected her from assailants during its lifetime. SCP-4771-B was described as always being alert for anything that may harm its owner. Background: On 9/21/2022, a magnitude 8.8 earthquake occurs 12 miles away from Site 114. Structural damage sustained to Site 114 results in three instances of SCP-3199 breaching containment. Event Description: Dr. O’Leary is seen running towards the stairwell to escape the Keter Containment Wing. A shriek is heard as an instance of SCP-3199 emerges from an adjacent corridor, cutting off Dr. O’Leary from her escape route. As she turns around to double back, another SCP-3199 instance emerges around the corner, trapping Dr. O’Leary. Suddenly, the first SCP-3199 instance is flung to the floor by an unseen force. 3199 instance shrieks and struggles to get back up without success. Aggressive growling and barking can be heard ringing throughout the site. Other SCP-3199 instance hesitates and runs in the opposite direction. Deep bite marks appear on the pinned SCP-3199 instance, severing vital tendons and major arteries. Dr. O’Leary escapes through the stairwell. SCP-3199 instance expires from injuries sustained from SCP-4771-B. Epilogue: Forensic investigation done on the SCP-3199 cadaver reveals the bite marks match the profile of an adult domestic dog. Manifestation Event 37: Close Log Name of Subject: Corporal Sangchul Kim, Field Medic Assigned to MTF Beta-7 (Maz Hatters). Physical Description of SCP-4771-B: Female Golden Retriever, deceased at age 18. Notable Qualities: Subject grew up as a first-generation immigrant in the rural United States. Due to routing issues, school buses dropped off subject half a mile away from his place of residence. On the application for SCP-4771 use, subject noted that SCP-4771-B would always be present at the drop off location to greet and walk the subject back to his house. Background: MTF Beta-7 is sent to secure a modified strain of SCP-008 from Chaos Insurgency Agents. The said strain had been augmented anomalously, drastically decreasing the time needed between exposure and onset of symptoms from three hours to several minutes. As a last-ditch effort, Chaos Insurgency agents expose MTF Beta-7 members to the modified SCP-008 samples. Corporal Kim was tending to a wounded MTF member (Private Jerry Steele) whose air filter was compromised by shrapnel during the operation. Before Pvt. Steele could be infected, Corporal Kim quickly removed his mask and applied it to his patient. Event Description: The events of this incident were compiled through the body camera footage of Corporal Kim and Private Steele. Footage shows Corporal Kim sewing up and sealing a wound on Pvt. Steele’s torso. The radio crackles to life and Captain Myers2 informs the task force of an incoming gas attack. Corporal Kim hesitates for a second before ripping off his mask and applying it to Pvt. Steele’s face. Moments after, an orange haze enters the camera’s field of view, saturating the area with modified SCP-008 particles in a matter of few seconds. Upon contact with the modified SCP-008 particles, Corporal Kim’s face convulses. He is seen stumbling away from Pvt. Steele before falling and leaning against a pile of rubble. The subject is seen coughing violently while orally ejecting copious amounts of blood and chunks of liquefied lung tissue. Subject begins to audibly groan in pain and writhe as he begins to bleed profusely from every single orifice. Over the next minute, severe tissue necrosis begins to affect the subject’s exposed skin. Subject looks at Pvt. Steele and weakly issues orders to put as much distance between both of them. Suddenly, subject looks directly in front of him and reaches out with his arm. Camera footage from both individuals captured no third entity. Expressions of pain vanish on the subject's face and are replaced with a weak smile. Subject starts to caress and rub SCP-4771-B instance. Subject’s breathing becomes less erratic, and convulsions begin to stop. Subject is heard whispering ‘there’s my good girl’. Biometric sensors report fatally low blood pressure and heart rate during this time. Subject is heard asking SCP-4771-B ‘come to take me home?’ before expiring. Epilogue: After the battle ended, Corporal Kim was found deceased in the area of operation next to an unconscious, but alive Pvt. Steele. An autopsy reveals that while Corporal Kim had not suffered any head trauma and bloodstream was saturated with modified SCP-008 particles, the prion’s anomalous reanimating effects did not take place. A lock of yellow fur was found on Corporal Kim’s vest. Footnotes 1. Contact Senior Supervising Researcher Loyola for details. 2. Captain of MTF Beta-7 |
SCP-4772 | euclid | SCP-4772 containment ritual, 1960. Item #: SCP-4772 Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-4772 involves the performance of a ten-day-long ritual. In this ritual, called Kurentovanje (see Addendum 4772-1), a group of individuals dress up as SCP-4772-1 instances and march in a procession. If this ritual is performed, an SCP-4772 event does not occur that year. The ritual can be performed at any point in the spring as long as it is finished before March 171. Since 1960, the civilian population of Ptuj, Slovenia has consistently performed Kurentovanje every spring, seeing it as merely a local tradition and unaware of its anomalous significance. No SCP-4772 events have occurred since 1959, and there are currently no SCP-4772-1 specimens in containment. Foundation personnel must ensure the continued practice of Kurentovanje by the civilians. Personnel who are stationed in or near Ptuj are advised to encourage civilians to participate in the ritual during springtime. The general public must remain unaware of the true nature of the Pannonian Avars and how they arrived in Europe. Foundation-funded academics are to publicly propose various theories that the Avars are of Slavic, Turkic, Mongolic, Uralic, or Tungusic origin to create an artificial sense of confusion and uncertainty about their ethnolinguistic affiliation. The academics must also publicly describe the Avars as Tengrian, not Sarkic. Description: SCP-4772 is an annual phenomenon affecting the town of Ptuj, Slovenia and surrounding areas. Every 17th of March, approximately 27% of all unmarried men over the age of 20 transform into instances of SCP-4772-1 over the course of ten days, with the likelihood of transformation increasing with an individual's age2. The exact appearance of SCP-4772-1 varies from instance to instance, but some common traits are: 250-300 centimeters tall Thick white, black, or grey fur covering the body Horns or feathers protruding from the head Fangs and/or tusks No external sex organs Bell-like structures composed of bone which protrude from the waist and make a sound similar to that of a non-anomalous bell A club-like structure composed of bone which the instance manually wields as a weapon SCP-4772-1 instances tend to avoid humans, preferring to live in forested areas and feed upon wild animals. Some travel in groups with other instances, while others live alone. Interactions with humans suggest they are capable of understanding human speech but not producing it. They seem to retain memories of their previous human life, and frequently show symptoms of depression and anxiety. They have a natural lifespan of exactly one year, although some have been observed to commit suicide before this point. Every SCP-4772-1 instance produced by an SCP-4772 event dies before the date when the event is expected to occur again the following year. The corpses of SCP-4772-1 instances decay naturally and do not revert back to their original human form. Addendum 4772-1: History of SCP-4772 Letters, diaries, and records indicate that both the authorities and civilians of Ptuj were aware of SCP-4772 and the ritual necessary to contain it as early as the 10th century, with the word "Kurentovanje" first being used to refer to the ritual in 966 CE. According to these documents, SCP-4772 was created by the Pannonian Avars, a Sarkic group that inhabited the area of Pannonia3 from approximately 500 to 900 CE. Later documents indicate that the population of Ptuj still practiced Kurentovanje as of the 16th century, but by this point they had forgotten about SCP-4772 and the significance of the ritual, merely performing it out of habit or tradition. Over the following centuries, the popularity of the ritual declined and fewer people practiced it each year. Finally, in 1959, there was no Kurentovanje at all. On March 17, 1959, 27% of all unmarried men over age 20 in and near Ptuj transformed into SCP-4772-1 instances. This incident is what drew SCP-4772 to the Foundation's attention. The ensuing coverup required cooperation with President Josip Broz Tito and the Yugoslav government, distribution of amnestics to the general population, intervention in every news outlet in Europe, termination of SCP-4772-1 instances and civilians4, destruction of bodies and media, and reconstruction of architecture. Much of what is currently known about the traits and behavior of SCP-4772-1 instances comes from observations made during this year. In 1960, the Foundation funded the Historical Society of Ptuj and local historian Drago Hasl to revive public interest in Kurentovanje. Hasl and the Society organized a Kurentovanje event more extravagant than it had ever been before, with new characters in the parade. Since then, the population of Ptuj has performed Kurentovanje every year. Addendum 4772-2: History of the Pannonian Avars The earliest evidence of Avar presence in Europe dates from around 500 CE. The Greek writer Procopius, in his Wars of Justinian circa 550, describes the Pannonian Avars as having "a curious combination of features that makes them distinct. They have the red hair and green eyes of a Hibernian, yet the black skin and lanky stature of a Nubian5." Genetic analysis indicates that they only bred within their group and did not interbreed with other populations. The native Europeans saw the Avars as foreign invaders living on stolen land. The Avars fought a series of wars against neighboring groups including the Byzantine Empire, the Bulgars, and the White Croats6. Despite their advantage in Sarkic biotechnology, the Avars lost most of these wars and were eventually massacred by the neighboring groups, experiencing a rapid decline in population from about 800 CE onwards. The Avar authorities most likely implemented SCP-4772 around this time to counter the depopulation, incentivizing young Avar men to marry and have children so as to avoid becoming SCP-4772-1 instances. In spite of this effort, the Avars went extinct at some point in the 10th century. They have no living descendants today. + Addendum 4772-3 is only available to Clearance Level 3 and above. - Encryption key accepted. Addendum 4772-3: Prehistory of the Pannonian Avars The Pannonian Avars were directly descended from the Aboriginal Tasmanian people of Australia. Aboriginal Tasmanians refer to themselves with the ethnonym Palawa to this day7, and it seems this was the ethnonym that the ancestors of the Avars originally used to refer to themselves as well. The ancestors of the Avars migrated north from Tasmania around 200 BCE, traversing the longitude of mainland Australia from Victoria to the Cape York Peninsula, and then crossed the Torres Strait into New Guinea. From there they island-hopped across various regions, sometimes leaving evidence of their former presence in placenames: Palau8, the Philippines9, insular Malaysia, and Singapore10, ultimately arriving at the Malay Peninsula. They then traveled westward along the coast of the Indian Ocean through Thailand, Myanmar, Bangladesh, India, Pakistan, and Iran. What motivated this massive migration is unknown. It is suspected that they converted from their native animistic religion to Sarkicism at an early point, as the journey would have been nearly impossible at the time without the aid of Sarkic biotechnology11. Their language also underwent major sound changes at some point, which resulted in the word Palawa becoming Farawa and then Harawa. In Greek and Latin, Harawa was metathesized to Hawara, which eventually became Avar. In the South Slavic languages, Harawa was shortened to Hrva, hence Hrvatska ("land of the Hrva"), the source of the name of Croatia. Footnotes 1. Traditionally, the ritual is performed starting on Shrove Sunday, which occurs on February 1 at the earliest and March 7 at the latest. 2. Divorced or widowed men who were formerly married are not affected. 3. A region which today corresponds to several countries in central and southern Europe, including Bulgaria, Croatia, Serbia, and Slovenia. 4. This included grieving parents of SCP-4772-1 instances, whose deep psychological pain often rendered them immune to the amnestics. 5. This passage has been redacted from the public version of The Wars of Justinian. 6. The ancestors of today's Croatians, possibly called "white" to distinguish them from the dark-skinned Avars. 7. The native Palawa population of Tasmania was nearly completely wiped out in the Black War of the 1820s, but there is still a small population that survives today and is making an effort to revive the Palawa language. 8. This nation is itself named after the Palawa. 9. The island Palawan in the Philippines is named after the Palawa. 10. The island Pulau Palawan in Singapore is named after the Palawa. 11. There is no other evidence of Sarkic groups in Oceania or Southeast Asia at this point in history, so it is unknown how they were exposed to the religion. This is especially notable because the Palawa who remained on Tasmania were severely isolated from the rest of the world, never even discovering how to make fire until European contact. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4772" by Schach, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4772. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-4773 | esoteric-class | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION DEPARTMENT OF MISCOMMUNICATIONS There is information not present in this document. This is unintentional. — Eli Forkley, Director, DoMC Item #: Object Class: Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4773-2 has been moved to a 4 metre by 4 metre by 4 metre containment cell1 at Site-96 for the purpose of testing. Containment Team CT-4773 are to remain on standby during the initial Preliminary Analysis phase of containment, which is ongoing. Description: SCP-4773-2 is a brown, stuffed bear composed of synthetic fur and cotton. SCP-4773-2 will periodically levitate between 10 and 70 centimetres from the ground, and move in irregular patterns. Objects, entities, and surfaces near SCP-4773-2 may be wholly or partially imperceptible. This is considered normal behaviour. Due to events, it is suspected that the anomaly possesses some secondary mind-affecting effects. This has been conclusively disproved. This is considered normal behaviour. See below. Tentative Description: The following properties which may or may not relate to circumstances surrounding SCP-4773-2 are currently unconfirmed. Reader discretion is advised. Mass, shape, etc. — baseline, normal physical properties Movement (verified) Changes in environment (unspecified (verified)) Removal of food. Triggering of unspecified subconscious instincts amongst personnel. Improper disposal of food waste, which was fully edible at the time(?) by personnel Fate unknown. Currently three (3) sandwiches, four (4) packets of salted potato chips, and various assorted confectionery. Movement (unverified) Mind-affecting2 It's difficult (verified) An inability to properly co Staff are unable t The existence of implications (unclear)(?) Addendum.1 | Testing Log: On April 10th, 1996, a proposal for testing involving SCP-4773-2 (intended to collect data on its anomalous visual effects) was approved by Site-96 staff, and conducted a week later.3 For the test, the east-facing wall of SCP-4773-2's containment cell was lined with numbered square tiles, 25 cm in length, and observed via closed-circuit surveillance systems. Every hour, a Researcher made note of which tiles they were unable to view, either partially or fully.4 Five hours into testing, procedures were halted, as no conclusive evidence was able to be drawn. The data-sets can be found below. Testing concluded on April 18th, 1996. There is (1) new update to the file Showing update... 1996-04-23 SCP-4773-2 has been identified as non-anomalous and placed into storage. SCP-4773-1 was located in its containment chamber alongside the object, deceased due to dehydration — cremation of the body is scheduled for 04-30, and decontamination of the chamber is ongoing Footnotes 1. Size of chamber acts as a baseline for testing; see Addendum.1 for more information. 2. Invoking emotions - sadness - pity for what? 3. During this time, SCP-4773-2's containment cell was designated off-limits and personnel were advised to create an acceptable baseline by keeping interaction with related anomalies to a minimum. Also of note, SCP-4773-2's visual properties did not correspond to its location. 4. SCP-4773-2's location can be ascertained from the placement of the red tile. Translations: CN - http://scp-wiki-cn.wikidot.com/scp-4773 JA - http://ja.scp-wiki.net/scp-4773 DE - http://scp-wiki-de.wikidot.com/scp-4773 RU - http://scpfoundation.net/scp-4773 PL - http://scp-wiki.net.pl/scp-4773 KO - http://ko.scp-wiki.net/scp-4773 VN - http://scp-vn.wikidot.com/scp-4773 |
SCP-4774 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4774: The Ninth Planet [citation needed] Author: MaliceAforethought Canon: Ad Astra Per Aspera Image Credit: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/5a/Planet_nine_artistic_plain.png/1024px-Planet_nine_artistic_plain.png More by this author Artist's impression of SCP-4774 Item №: SCP-4774 Special Containment Procedures: No human being is to come within 50 AU1 of the supposed location of SCP-4774. As well as the (possible) natural SEP concealment field present, the Foundation has erected a mobile antimemetic sensory filter to block SCP-4774 from view (if it does, indeed, exist) — no persons, Foundation personnel or otherwise, are to attempt to bypass these measures or otherwise discern the nature of SCP-4774, under penalty of termination. Acquiring evidence sufficient to confirm or deny SCP-4774's existence will be considered tantamount to genocide, and handled accordingly. Description: SCP-4774 is the hypothetical "Planet Nine", a trans-Neptunian gas giant potentially orbiting the sun at a distance of around 700 AU. If it exists, SCP-4774 would be two to four times the diameter of Earth, and approximately ten times the mass. SCP-4774's anomalous properties become apparent whenever any subject attempts to consider the possibility of the planet's existence. Subjects will universally arrive (even when not previously informed of the natures of space, planets in general, or the universe beyond the Earth) at the following conclusions: That if SCP-4774 existed, it would account for a number of irregularities in the motions of various astronomical bodies. That if SCP-4774 didn't exist, it would account for the lack of any human interaction with the planet at any point in history. That the possibility of life existing on the planet cannot be ruled out. That the possibility of sapient life existing on the planet cannot be ruled out. That the lack of evidence for the planet's existence could be accounted for by a natural Sensory Extrapolation (SEP) concealment field encompassing the region. That the evidence for the planet's existence could be accounted for by a number of other minor sources, anomalous and non-anomalous. The current theory among research staff is that the effects of SCP-4774 represent either an anomalous memetic hypothesis masking the state of the planet, or an ontological anomaly surrounding its potential existence. Research Team 44-Lacaille have been assigned to the anomaly to attempt to solve the question one way or another. Research Team 44-Lacaille has been disbanded. See addendum for more details. Addendum | Incident 4774-1: On 06/06/2021, a group of 5 human subjects were selected to undertake the first voyage to the predicted location of SCP-4774, on board the Semiautonomous Exploration Vessel Messier-002. While the initial stage of the voyage passed without incident, complications arose when SEV M-002 began to draw close to the destination — rather than simply landing on the planet, or passing through the empty space, cameras reported a large area of visual distortion, followed by a bright flash of light. The ship's internal systems malfunctioned, jump-starting the Lang Distortion Drive and propelling the vessel far beyond the edge of the solar system. The crew were eventually recovered 34 days later than planned, but were unable to recall any aspect of the voyage prior to their recovery. As the visual distortion and light are explainable by equipment malfunction, and the memory-loss by a slow leak of the LDD coolant system, SCP-4774's status remains uncertain. After extensive questioning, it has been revealed that SCP-4774-affected subjects now arrive at the following additional hypotheses: That, if it existed, SCP-4774 would be incapable of supporting intelligent life. That any such lifeforms as developed on the planet would necessarily be forced to adopt a method of partial nonexistence due to the planet's natural inhospitability. That, if the planet was found not to exist, the inhabiting lifeforms would clearly not be capable of existence. That since SCP-4774 is hypothetical, the lifeforms native to the planet must also be hypothetical. That investigating SCP-4774 further would reveal more details about the planet, and therefore render it either proven or disproven, eliminating the possibility of any hypothetical native entities existing. That, if the SCP Foundation truly exists for the greater good and considers sapient life (hypothetical or not) to be to some degree human, the preservation of such a hypothetical race would be worth the cost of not exploring the true nature of the planet. Therefore, if such a claim to ethical standing is taken as true, the SCP Foundation and related organisations should prevent any such exploration and allow the native entities to continue subsisting in a state of ontological superposition. Current Containment Procedures were enacted shortly following the incident. Requests to classify the potential inhabitants of SCP-4774 as an anomalous phenomenon in their own right have been denied, as no evidence for their existence (or lack thereof) has been or will be found. Further information on the anomaly can be obtained by considering SCP-4774. Footnotes 1. One Astronomical Unit = the average distance between the planet Earth and the Sun. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4774" by MaliceAforethought, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4774. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-4775 | euclid | by Captain Kirby SCP-4775 instance located within a chest cavity. Item #: SCP-4775 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4775 hosts are to be contained in standard humanoid containment cells. Additionally, they are allowed social-level privileges, and may eat with D-class personnel. Research is underway to devise a surgical procedure to remove and replace SCP-4775. SCP-4775-1 is to be stored in a separate humanoid containment cell. Researchers with Level 2 security clearance may perform surgical experimentation upon SCP-4775-1, so long as they do not remove or rearrange any organs. Description: SCP-4775 refers to a collection of gallbladders that have replaced organs in otherwise baseline humans. SCP-4775 instances assume all functionality of the organ they have replaced, despite lacking the necessary biological mechanisms. For example, SCP-4775 hosts with replaced kidneys filter blood through additional gallbladders. This causes little to no discomfort for the host. All SCP-4775 instances have originated from Volgograd, Russia. Below is a description of each instance, along with the incident that led to their discovery. Name (Age) Replaced Organ Discovery Notes Anna Petrova (32) Left Kidney Found facedown on a massage table bleeding profusely from an incision in her back. Petrova could not recall any operation taking place, and claimed to be awake during her entire massage. Petrova's left kidney had failed three years prior to becoming an SCP-4775 instance. Yerik Chaban (44) Liver Discovered with his hands bound to a toilet in the bathroom of a local bar. The wound was crudely wrapped with paper towels and stuffed with cocktail napkins. Chaban claimed to be approached by a woman in the bathroom, but could not recall any defining features due to being inebriated. Due to an excessive consumption of alcohol, Chaban had contracted liver cirrhosis five months prior to containment. Valeri Savin (37) Brain Found unconscious on a park bench with bandages wrapped around an incision that cut through the circumference of Savin's head. A hinge made of black metal connected the detached section of skull and skin tissue to the rest of the head. Savin has had extensive difficulties with communicating with Foundation staff. It is unknown if this is due to the limitations of the gallbladder's ability to simulate neuron activity within its bile, or a separate condition. Ivan Orlov (27) Skin Recovered from a motel bed after a patron in the room below was awakened by blood dripping from the ceiling. The entirety of his epidermis had been removed and replaced by a single elongated1 gallbladder coiled around the surface of his body. Orlov claimed that he was there to spend the night with a woman he had been dating for two weeks. Orlov provided the Foundation with pictures of the girl, and claimed that her name was "Angela Turner", but no one with that name lived within the area. Orlov's skin was previously prone to contracting acne. The woman described by Orlov has been designated PoI-4775. Attempts to run facial recognition software on any of the pictures or sketches of PoI-4775 against databases of citizens in Volgograd have yielded no results. Capture of PoI-4775 is considered a Level 4 Priority. Addendum 4775.1: On 03/22/2018, an individual believed to be PoI-4775 performed an armed robbery at a coffee shop outside of Volgograd. A transcript of the security camera footage is provided below: <Begin Log> Recording shows a mostly empty coffee shop. There are two employees behind the counter, two middle-age women talking over tea, and a young man (identified as Alphonse Herbert) working on a laptop. After four minutes PoI-4775 enters the building wearing a ski mask and an overcoat. A burlap sack hangs from a loop in her pants. PoI-4775 pulls a firearm out of her pocket. PoI-4775: Everybody get down now! One of the women gasps but is quieted by the other. Both baristas put their hands up. Herbert begins to get off of his chair to lay down on the ground. PoI-4775 runs to Herbert and points the firearm at his head. PoI-4775: Except you. Herbert: What? PoI-4775: Put your heart in the bag and nobody gets hurt. Herbert: My what? PoI-4775: Your heart damn it! I know you have one. Herbert: I— Like you mean the one in my chest right? Like this isn't some sort of play on words? This isn't a prank right? PoI-4775: Does this gun look like a prank? Herbert: But, like, I need my heart. PoI-4775: Don’t give me that bullshit. Herbert: Bullshit? I'm so confused and you have a gun and— PoI-4775: Don’t play coy with me Alphie. Herbert cocks his head to the side and begins to stand up. Herbert: Do I know you? PoI-4775: If you don’t start taking off your shirt right now I will blow a hole in someone’s head. Herbert: But— who are you? PoI-4775: Now! Herbert begins to take his shirt off. PoI-4775: [to the rest of the coffee shop] If any of you even blink I will blow his head in! Herbert: Do you have a replacement? With her free hand, PoI-4775 retrieves a gallbladder from her coat pocket. Herbert: You have to be kidding me. PoI-4775: It’ll work. And if you don’t like it you know where you can get a new heart. Herbert: And why can't you just do that? PoI-4775: They won't sell to me. Herbert: What? PoI-4775: It's not important. If you keep stalling I'm going to shoot an old woman. Herbert: Do you have a knife? I can’t just rip my chest open with my bare hands. PoI-4775 takes a box cutter out of her back pocket. PoI-4775: Here. Herbert: Is it at least disinfected? PoI-4775: I gave it a rinse this morning. Herbert: You better fucking hope one of these days our positions aren't switched. Herbert makes an incision down the center of his chest, PoI-4775 pulls away the skin to reveal muscle tissue wrapped around black metal stakes. PoI-4775 moves directly in front of the incision, blocking the view of the camera. Herbert: Ok, you’re going to want to lift the center one that’s wrapped around the Aeorital Spike. PoI-4775: Got it. What next? Herbert: Alright, now you see the dial? Turn that ninety degrees clockwise, and then forty five degrees counter clockwise. PoI-4775: Ok. Here I go… PoI-4775 operates on Herbert for approximately three minutes before retrieving his heart from his chest cavity. A black spike protrudes from the left ventricle. PoI-4775 places the heart in the burlap sack. During this time one of the baristas calls emergency services. Herbert: There. Happy? PoI-4775: Very. Thank you for your patience. Herbert: Wait, are you at least going to sew me up? PoI-4775: I'm sorry, but whiny bitches don't get stitches. PoI-4775 leaves the coffee shop. After a few moments, one of the women faints. Herbert hobbles to the exit, pulling the skin over his chest tight such that no muscles or organs fall out of his body. He leaves behind a trail of blood and a gold film that leaks from the incision. Two minutes later the authorities arrive. <End Log> Addendum 4775.2: Following the events of Addendum 4775.1, Alphonse Herbert was identified as a member of the Group of Interest named "Meat Circus". Due to the possible connection between Meat Circus and PoI-4775, Herbert was detained by MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots"). Personnel present for the operation noted that Herbert's apartment was bare, only containing a spring mattress, a table, and two chairs. Following Herbert's containment, Foundation containment specialist Charles Buckley interviewed Herbert in an attempt to gain additional information regarding PoI-4775. <Begin Log> Buckley: Afternoon. Herbert: Oh, that's what time it is. Buckley: I'm here to ask you some questions about the incident from the other day. Herbert: Please, go ahead. Sooner we get this over the better. Buckley: Did you know the woman in the mask? Herbert: I mean, maybe? I have some guesses. Buckley: In that case, do you recognize this person? Buckley shows Herbert a picture of PoI-4775. Herbert look at the picture for a moment, and then slams his hand against the table. Herbert: I knew it! I fucking knew it! Buckley: So, you do recognize her. Herbert: Of course I do. Olivia Vasina. I’ve gotten so many goddamn letters from her about "oh your art is too extravagant" and "learn how to be more subtle". She can fuck off. Not subtle enough my ass. You know what’s not subtle? Stealing someone’s heart in a Starbucks. Buckley: Do you know what she could want with your heart? Herbert: I don't know. Has she stolen anything else? Buckley: So far she's taken a failed kidney, a diseased liver— Herbert: Wait, are you serious? Buckley: I don't have a reason to lie to you. Herbert sits back and laughs to himself. Herbert: I don't think I've ever been so insulted. She thinks I'm a fucking cancer doesn't she? God, fuck her. Buckley: You said something earlier about your art. Can you elaborate on that? Herbert: Don’t play dumb with me. You people know exactly what I do. Buckley: I know that you create art from flesh but you haven't told me anything about your art in particular. Herbert: My art? You think you could understand my— you know what, never mind. I think I'm done here. Buckley: You're not leaving this room until I say the interview is over. Herbert: I just told you I’m not stupid. You really think I sat around in my flat after my cover got blown? Just waiting to get captured or killed? Buckley: Excuse me? Herbert: Whatever, I’ll just go. Herbert’s skin begins to loosen, and his eyes fall back into his skull. The body makes a hissing noise. Herbert: Thanks for the chat. At least we both got something out of this. Herbert’s eyes and teeth fall onto the ground as the body completely deflates. Security initiates a search of the premises for Herbert, but he cannot be found. The remaining skin, teeth and eyes are stored in a standard safe-class containment locker. <End Log> Foundation Personnel have subsequently designated the containment of Alphonse Herbert as a Level 3 Priority to be handled separately from the SCP-4775 investigation. Addendum 4775.3: After using a combination of the name given by Herbert, medical records and tax records, Foundation personnel were able to locate the residence of PoI-4775. Facial recognition database searches for "Olivia Vasina" produced images of faces markedly different to pictures of PoI-4775 obtained during the investigation to date. Buckley and two members of MTF Epsilon-9 staked out PoI-4775's residence for five days, working in shifts. PoI-4775 was not observed. On the sixth day, Buckley and MTF Epsilon-9 raided the apartment on the assumption that PoI-4775 had abandoned it. The apartment was in a state of disarray. Foundation personnel recovered five different phones, three different credit cards, and twelve different driver's licenses2. One object of note that was recovered from the residence was the body of an abnormally tall3 humanoid designated as SCP-4775-1. SCP-4775-1 was found in the bedroom of the apartment strapped upside down to a wooden wheel, outlined with chalk. Down the center of SCP-4775-1's chest is a zipper that is made from a black metal, which is integrated into the elongated small intestine that covers SCP-4775-1, acting as its skin. Opening the zipper of SCP-4775-1 showed that none of the organs inside appeared to be in the correct location, or perform their correct functions. DNA analysis from each organ within SCP-4775-1 matches with either a previously contained SCP-4775 host missing the same organ, or contain DNA from unidentified individuals. Below is a table of notable inconsistencies between SCP-4775-1 and baseline human anatomy: Replaced Organ Replacement Organ Notes Liver Stomach The acid stored in the organ appears to differ from baseline stomach acid, as it breaks down blood cells and fat instead of food. Lymph Nodes Lungs Due to the size difference between the replacement organ and the replaced organ, SCP-4775-1's throat appears swollen. Heart Small Intestine Research is ongoing into how this organ is capable of pumping blood through SCP-4775-1. Esophagus Kidney The kidney has been elongated to connect the back of the throat to the pancreas4. The filters normally used to remove waste now aid food in moving down the kidney. Brain Tongue The tongue is folded in on itself and welded together. MRI scans show that electrical signals between taste buds appear to mimic those of neurons. Foundation personnel have been unable to determine whether SCP-4775-1 is sentient or not. The central nervous system, which is constructed from strips of acne-covered epidermis, is incomplete, leaving the body's tongue disconnected from outside stimuli. SCP-4775-1 is alive, despite missing several vital organs. Absent organs of note include, a pancreas, a thyroid, eyes, and a gallbladder. Footnotes 1. Approximately 50,000 times the average length for a human adult. 2. Each with a different face and name. Half of them are Russian, the other half are from various eastern European countries. All of the forged identities are female. 3. 214cm. 4. Which has replaced the stomach. |
SCP-4776 | keter | A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 4/4776 LEVEL 4/4776 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4776 Keter An image captured from an SCP-4776 test. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4776's positional data is printed on a small index card and stored within a High Security Object Vault at Site-49. SCP-4776-1 is recorded in the Site-49 database, and may not be accessed by any personnel with less then Level 4 clearance. MTF Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") are to be dispatched to any locations suspected of having been damaged by SCP-4776 attacks. Description: SCP-4776 is a paratechnological weapons satellite currently in Low Earth Orbit. SCP-4776 exhibits antimemetic properties that prevent individuals from sustained knowledge on its exact positional data. SCP-4776 is theorized to be a directed kinetic energy weapon deployed by the United States Department of Defense as part of the Strategic Defense Initiative, a project to form a missile defense system for the continental United States during the Cold War. SCP-4776-1 is a complex thaumaturgic rune used as a focusing measure for SCP-4776's orbital assaults. SCP-4776-1 can be formed from any material or materials, and will, upon completion, result in SCP-4776 arming itself for a bombardment. The process of firing SCP-47761 takes approximately 10 minutes. SCP-4776 will release a targeted beam of photons, which, upon collision with SCP-4776-1, will result in an explosion. Discovery Log: SCP-4776 came to the Foundation's attention during a handoff of classified documents from Matthew Shah, a defector from GoI-616 "PENTAGRAM"2. Records indicated that SCP-4776 had been created as part of Operation ARES FORGE, a concerted effort from the United States government to develop sustainable occult-based weaponry for both Army use and sale to foreign governments. Though ARES FORGE was recorded to have produced at least 57 working prototypes of such weaponry, currently only SCP-4776 has come to Foundation knowledge. The SCP-4776 dossier also references several package drops to Israeli military sites from 1985 to 1986. From a combination of U.S Army financial reports and the documents acquired from Matthew Shah, it is currently believed that the United States government has been or is currently making sales of eigenweapons to the Office for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts through the Iranian government. Incident 4776.1: On January 12th 1986, several incidents occurred at Site-49, and have been assigned the collective designation of Incident 4776.1. At 13:43, two UH-60 Black Hawk attack helicopters began an approach to Site-49. After confirming their U.S Government Provisional Veil Clearance, they were allowed to land on the tarmac and refuel, claiming that their fuel tanks were damaged. They departed at 14:55. At 15:01, Senior Researcher Mathias stepped into the central courtyard for a smoke break. At 15:04, he reentered the building and logged onto his workstation before downloading several files regarding information on the Foundation Informant Protection Program onto an external drive. While Mathias had the sufficient clearance for such an action, he was not assigned to any projects related to the FIPP. At 15:13, he checked out of the Site and entered his vehicle before departing the parking lot. At 15:17, Senior Researcher Mathias's corpse was discovered in the Site-49 central courtyard with an unlit cigarette in his mouth and several locks of hair torn from his scalp. Site-49 was placed on lockdown for 3 hours while site security attempted to locate the individual who checked out of the site under Mathias' identity. The individual could not be located, security footage in the courtyard was obscured by a large oak tree, and Mathias' car was discovered abandoned two miles away from the site. Incident 4776.2: On January 14th 1986, 20:32, a gas explosion was reported at the home of Ismail Thompson, formerly known as Matthew Shah. Due to Thompson's connection to the Foundation Informant Protection Program, Foundation agents were dispatched to investigate. The building had been entirely destroyed, and upon prompting, several witnesses reported a shooting star minutes before the explosion. Addendum 4776.1 E-MAIL EXCHANGE — PENTAGRAM/FOUNDATION ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ From: pcs.tenpics|llebpmac.t#pcs.tenpics|llebpmac.t To: vog.dod|pohsib.r#vog.dod|pohsib.r Subject: Jan 12th Date: 01-15-1986 Dear Senior Agent Bishop, The Foundation would like to discuss the events of Jan 12 and Jan 13 of this year, only a few days ago. Shortly after your team's helicopters departed Site-49, a minor security breach occurred that resulted in a dead employee and information on your organization stolen by an unknown entity. Would the PENTAGRAM happen to know anything about that? Regards, Tyler Campbell Foundation Diplomatic Committee Representative From: vog.dod|pohsib.r#vog.dod|pohsib.r To: pcs.tenpics|llebpmac.t#pcs.tenpics|llebpmac.t Subject: Re: Jan 12 Date: 01-15-1986 Representative Campbell, The Department of Defense has no information involving such an event, if it even occurred. Your site security failures are not our concern, and your lax protocols may have resulted in an information breach for us. Consider this a formal message that we do not know how one of your personnel managed to get himself killed and lose information about other organizations. Sincerely, Robert Bishop PENTAGRAM From: pcs.tenpics|llebpmac.t#pcs.tenpics|llebpmac.t To: vog.dod|pohsib.r#vog.dod|pohsib.r Subject: Re: Re: Jan 12th Date: 01-16-1986 Dear Senior Agent Bishop, That's truly a shame. The Foundation was deeply looking forward to maintaining good relations in the coming years, but it appears that the PENTAGRAM is not so optimistic. In the world behind the Veil, many things are binary, including loyalties. If you do not intend to obey the House accord, the Foundation sees no reason to obey it either. We must look out for our own interests, but we will always have a seat at the negotiation table if you wish to talk. Regards, Tyler Campbell Foundation Diplomatic Committee Representative From: vog.dod|pohsib.r#vog.dod|pohsib.r To: pcs.tenpics|llebpmac.t#pcs.tenpics|llebpmac.t Subject: Re: Re: Re: Jan 12 Date: 01-17-1986 Representative Campbell, PENTAGRAM is, first and foremost, loyal to the United States of America and her peoples. If your actions go against our prime directive, we simply cannot coexist. We will defend our homeland with a force that your organization cannot match. But, we are not evil. We are not hostile. The Pentagram will not be the bringer of your downfall, not until you make the decision to antagonize us. I urge you to consider your next actions very carefully. Sincerely, Robert Bishop PENTAGRAM ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 4776.2 ATTACHED DOCUMENTS ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ Foundation Diplomatic Committee Statement: Due to the suspicious circumstances surrounding Incidents 4776.2 and 4776.3, the Foundation Diplomatic Committee has deemed it necessary to take retaliatory action against the government of the United States of America for its recent actions, which are in direct defiance of the House Accord. Clause 17, Line i: Neither the government of the United States of America nor the SCP Foundation shall take hostile actions against the other. Hostile defined as an action taken without provocation in order to cause significant financial, collateral, or political damage. In line with the Atreus Protocol, the Foundation has provided documents containing sensitive information regarding the United States government to several Middle-Eastern publications. The Committee remains open to cooperating with the United States goverment to reach a reasonable conclusion to this matter. Document received by the Foundation Diplomatic Committee on 17 November 1986: In response to the SCP Foundation's leaking of classified government documents to a Middle-Eastern news outlet, the Department of Defense is willing to negotiate towards ending this unpleasantry. In the interest of fomenting a healthy working relationship, the United States government offers an opportunity for a peaceful resolution of the issue. The SCPF may decide the location of the diplomatic convention. Notice from the Foundation Diplomatic Committee: MEMORANDUM FROM THE OFFICE OF O5-4 The Office of the Overseers has agreed on a diplomatic summit with the United States Department of Defense at Camp David on January 27th, 1987. Excerpt from Audio Transcript of SCPF-U.S Diplomatic Summit - Jan 27th 1987: AUDIO LOG DATE: JAN 27, 1987 »BEGIN LOG« CAMPBELL: Hello, Mr. Bishop. BISHOP: Evening. CAMPBELL: How're you feeling? BISHOP: We both know neither of us care. Let's get down to brass tacks, yes? CAMPBELL: If you insist. Campball and Bishop open their folders. CAMPBELL: Let's see here. It's not looking good for your people, Rob. PENTAGRAM's break in at Site-49 may have irre- BISHOP: There's no proof that was us. CAMPBELL: Do you really want to play this game with us? BISHOP: You've got no evidence, Campbell. That break-in could've been anyone. The gung-ho bastards over at the U.N, the Ruskies, maybe even your own little splinter group. CAMPBELL: Okay. Fine. Well, someone broke into Site-49 on the same day your team had to make an emergency stop for repairs. And immediately after, one of our researchers was killed and files on your group's activities were stolen. BISHOP: I fail to see how this involves us. CAMPBELL: Well, naturally, we'd have to take retaliatory action against such a group, whomever they may be. BISHOP: And what exactly would such retaliatory action entail? CAMPBELL: Something that would cripple their power at the global negotiating table. For example, imagine if the information was revealed that their leader was suffering from a degenerative brain disease. BISHOP: That could be twisted a great ma- CAMPBELL: That wouldn't be the end of it, of course. Not by a long shot. What if the group's most dangerous enemies were to gain a significant advantage over them? Something like, say, in the form of leaked files demonstrating an extremely powerful destructive artillery weapon that requires nothing more than a man's hand? BISHOP: Why would their enemies trust you? CAMPBELL: Well, you know what they say… Campbell idly traces a pattern onto the table with his finger. Bishop notices this and hastily slides his chair back. CAMPBELL: Sharing is caring, comrade. »END LOG« Document received by the Foundation Diplomatic Committee on 27 January 1987: IN REGARDS TO: THE SUMMIT AT CAMP DAVID ON THE TWENTY-SEVENTH OF JANUARY 1987. In the interest of resolving the dispute aired at the diplomatic summit, the United States government offers to willingly remove Clause 14 & Clause 23 in the House Accord, which limit the SCP Foundation from performing military actions on United States soil. In exchange for this, the SCP Foundation will remove any military assets that may be stationed around Camp David, as well as any weaponry that may have a chance of targeting Camp David from orbit. Notice from the Foundation Diplomatic Committee - 27th Jan 1987: COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED Proposal accepted. We look forward to resuming a friendly working relationship. ▷CLOSE◁ Footnotes 1. 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SCP-4777 | euclid | An image of SCP-4777-2 believed to be taken in the year 1900 Item #: SCP-4777 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4777-1's remains are to be preserved in the storage facility at Site-177, and are not to be disturbed for testing without approval from personnel of Level 3 authorisation or higher. It is believed through historical analysis and on-site testing, that SCP-4777-2's remains have fully decomposed into their supposed burial ground at Arbour Hill Cemetery, Dublin, Republic of Ireland. This site is to be examined for any anomalous activity on an annual basis under the guise of gas pipe maintenance. The location of SCP-4777-3's remains is currently unknown. A search for these remains was carried out (1993-2017) but proved unsuccessful. SCP-4777-4's remains are to be preserved in the storage facility at Site-177, and are not to be disturbed for testing without approval from personnel of level 3 authorisation or higher. Description: SCP-4777 is the designation given to all known individuals who have both partaken in a full SCP-4777-A event and have identical genetic code to the Irish republican and socialist leader James Connolly (this particular individual being designated SCP-4777-2). Individuals included have been observed to retain a partial memetic connection to previous SCP-4777 instances. SCP-4777, despite aging at an ordinary rate, when tested through means such as carbon dating, retain an identical anomalous biological age. SCP-4777 have been observed to approximately predate the Norman invasion of Ireland. An SCP-4777-A event is the designation given to a specific set of events that every deceased SCP-4777 instance has been partially or fully recorded to have experienced. The characteristics of an SCP-4777-A event are: The subject is born at 05/06 in any year. The subject becomes involved in the planning of any form of armed conflict, primarily on the island of Ireland, and is present at one of the conflicts that take place as a result of the rebellion. The subject is severely wounded in any way, shape, or form, during the armed conflict they are present at. The subject either dies of their wounds, or is executed shortly afterwards. This has occurred at the age of 47 on several occasions for unknown reasons. The effects of previous SCP-4777-A events are very prominent in the politics of the Republic of Ireland, especially in the republican socialist sector. All recorded possible SCP-4777-A events and examples of the sources that they are derived from are listed below: + Show List - Hide SCP-4777-A1 Recorded Time Period: 05/06/1971 - present 05/08/2018 Notes: SCP-4777-1 was born in Northern Ireland under the name "Edward McNally". SCP-4777-1 came to attention when it became actively involved in local trade unions, rising in political prominence before it was detained. See addenda. Sources: SCP-4777-A1 was listed in the official census of its country of birth several times. SCP-4777-A1, has a medical record, a driver's license, a bank account, and is listed on many other official documents. See interviews below for more information. Despite previously being known to the public, SCP-4777-A1 was gradually mostly erased from general public knowledge in a successful disinformation campaign by MTF-707-Mu ("Irish Citizen Army") designated "Operation Starry Plough". SCP-4777-A2 Recorded Time Period: 05/06/1868 - 12/05/1916. Notes: During SCP-4777-A2, SCP-4777-2 went under the name "James Connolly". SCP-4777-2 was born in Scotland, becoming an Irish Republican and socialist leader involved in a multitude of political activities, until being executed by firing squad due to involvement in the attempted Irish rebellion that took place in Dublin at the year 1916. Sources: SCP-4777-A2 has been documented by an extremely large variety of sources, being the only SCP-4777-A event that the general public is aware of. The sources describing SCP-4777-A2 can easily be found in abundance in the public domain. Thus far, no reason has been seen for a possible counter-information campaign regarding knowledge of SCP-4777-A2. SCP-4777-A3 Recorded Time Period: 05/06/1820 - 05/04/1867. Notes: Subject was born in the Republic of Ireland under the name "Joseph Connolly". SCP-4777-3 originally worked as a labourer on a small farm, until moving into a workhouse due to the Great Irish Famine. Many of the details of SCP-4777-3's life are unknown, but it has been recorded that SCP-4777-3 became a member of the Fenians, assisting in the organisation of the 1867 Fenian rising, where it was recorded being shot in an armed engagement between the rebels and police, dying of infection shortly afterwards. Sources: The records of SCP-4777-A3 include listings from censuses taken during the time, two diary accounts from members of the Fenians, and documentation from the workhouse as Skibbereen, County Cork. In these diary accounts, SCP-4777-3 is described in a way that is highly reminiscent of all other SCP-4777 instances both in physical appearance and personality. Another diary extract describes SCP-4777-3 as having an "uncanny connection to the history of Ireland". One Fenian and veteran of the 1798 Rebellion, Thomas McCracken in 1856 described that he "mistook" SCP-4777-3 for SCP-4777-4.1 SCP-4777-A4 A contemporary map of the Battle of Ballinamuck circa 1798 Recorded Time Period: ??? - 1798 Notes: No information has been found on SCP-4777-4's birth or origin. It has been recorded that SCP-4777-4 was named "James Connolly", and was a member of the Society of United Irishmen. According to a historical source, SCP-4777-4 fought in the battle of Ballinamuck during the 1798 rebellion, being injured and then being executed by government forces by drowning in the nearby bog. Sources: SCP-4777-A4 is only described in the diary of Thomas McCracken, a rebel who also fought in the 1798 rebellion in Connaught. In the diary, SCP-4777-4 is described as being a close friend to McCracken, having a personality and mannerisms identical to other SCP-4777 instances. SCP-4777-4's remains have been discovered, and after genetic analysis have been recorded to have identical genetic properties to all other tested SCP-4777 instances. SCP-4777-A5 Recorded Time Period: ??? - 1318 Notes: SCP-4777-5 is described as being a member of an Irish clan that united with Prince Edward Bruce, under the name "Lord Gerald O'Neill". SCP-4777-5 is described as being present at the Battle of Faughart, being wounded and later dying of its injury. SCP-4777-A5's existence has little confirmation. Sources: SCP-4777-5 is only mentioned as being a prominent member of an old Irish clan who joined forces with Edward Bruce against Anglo-Norman control, in accounts taken by a single 14th-century writer as being wounded in battle and dying of his wounds a day later. Interviews 4777-1a to 4777-1b: The following list contains interviews with SCP-4777-1 organised and carried out by MTF-707-Mu. + Interview 4777-1a (20/06/2018) - Hide Interviewed: SCP-4777-1 Interviewer: Dr. White Foreword: Initial interview of SCP-4777-1a conducted for the purpose of gathering general information on SCP-4777-1's relation to other SCP-4777 instances. Time: 7AM 20/06/2018 <Begin Log> Dr. White: Good morning, Mr. McNally. SCP-4777-1: Good morning to you too… Doctor? Dr. White: Doctor White. I'm here to assess your situation and hopefully clear a few things up, Mr. McNally. I understand that you must be quite confused. SCP-4777-1: Well you're damn right I'm confused. Please ask all the questions you need, but know that I've got a few myself. Dr. White: I'll try to answer any queries of yours as well as possible. SCP-4777-1: Mhm. What in hell is going on here? Dr. White: You're in a research facility of sorts. We're keeping you here for a scientific study into the possible connection between your mind and body with a few historical figures. SCP-4777-1: Well? Dr. White: According to carbon dating tests you originate roughly from the Norman invasion of Ireland, for a start. Your genetic code is the exact same as that of James Connolly from the 1916 rebellion and another "James Connolly" from the 1798 rebellion. Both were Irish revolutionaries, both suffered fatal wounds from armed conflicts. Those two also share the same abnormal carbon "age" as you. This has lead us to theorise that- SCP-4777-1: So you actually think that I'm James Connolly? And that there are three of me? And that I'm… Some sort of time traveler who fought in the 1798 rebellion AND the Easter Rising? Pfft. Dr. White: We also have evidence that "you" participated in the Fenian movement, and a rebellion in 1308. SCP-4777-1: 1308?! Dr. White: [chuckles with SCP-4777-1 for a brief moment] Yes, that's what we think might have happened. What I intend to do here is see if any sort of mental connection has passed over… SCP-4777-1: Hold on, hold on. This is a joke, right? Dr. White: I'm afraid that this is no joke. SCP-4777-1: Christ almighty… You people seriously believe this. Me? Time-traveling James Connolly? You know that scene from Back to the Future? Dr. White: Hmm? SCP-4777-1: At the end of Back to the Future, you know when Doctor Brown just barges in on Marty and Jennifer in a time machine and begins talking nonsense about the future dressed like some sort of clown? Dr. White: Ah yes, I am familiar. Sorry. SCP-4777-1: It's no bother at all Dr. White. Anyway now I'm interested in seeing where this goes. Dr. White: You seem incredibly calm about this right now. Care to try and explain why this might be so? SCP-4777-1: I do? Well, if that's true I'm not sure why to be honest. It hasn't really sunk in for me yet. Dr. White: Or maybe you're calmer that you expected because you felt this was somewhat the case? SCP-4777-1: Umm, well… Maybe? Like, when you told me all of this, it somehow felt like a familiar fact? When you mentioned the Fenians, even that thing in 1308… It could just be the placebo effect. Dr. White: And what do you make of this? [holds up image of SCP-4777-2] SCP-4777-1: God I've never thought about it like this but it feels like I'm staring into my own face. Dr. White: No wonder, since you are practically facially identical. SCP-4777-1: I always knew I looked like him… Or me… Dr. White: Would you say that these kinds of feelings of attachment, lead you into socialist politics, on reflection? SCP-4777-1: I couldn't give you a hard and fast answer to that one, doctor. Dr. White: I see. Try to think about it. SCP-4777-1: Hmm… When I try to focus on it, I keep seeing one image- I don't know why but I keep envisioning being in a green forest. Dr. White: You are probably just overthinking things at this point. SCP-4777-1: Yes, probably. Actually, can I get an official name change here? Dr. White: Well, we do have the resources to do that if it'll help. What do you have in mind? SCP-4777-1: I was thinking that if I changed my name to James Connolly, something would become clearer? Dr. White: I'll see what I can do. That's all for now. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4777-1 has described a form of mental link to previous SCP-4777 instances. + Interview 4777-2a (02/07/2018) - Hide Interviewed: SCP-4777-1 Interviewer: Dr. White Foreword: Further investigating of the conclusions of the previous interview. Time: 7AM 02/07/2018 <Begin Log> Dr. White: Well hello Mr. Connolly. All you need is the moustache now, mmm? SCP-4777-1: Haha, yes, I'll get that sorted out. You might be interested for your research, this name feels far more natural than my previous one, even though I've only had it for a couple of days. Dr. White: Very interesting indeed. Are you enjoying your new liberties on the site? SCP-4777-1: It is a very interesting place. The gym is good too. I'd appreciate more though, I personally still feel too much like a prisoner with all the restrictions. I haven't seen many windows… Are we underground? Dr. White: Some of the complex is. I've been told that you're mixing well with some of the personnel here at Site-177? SCP-4777-1: Yes, there are many nice folk around. Dr. White: And I understand you've set up a sort of "trade union" among staff? SCP-4777-1: That we have. Would you like to sign our petition for fairer working hours? Dr. White: We'll discuss that after the interview. Now I understand you have been using the dream diary we gave you, and the results have been rather interesting. Care to explain? SCP-4777-1: I've been having dreams of what you were on about last time we met. Yesterday night I saw myself in the fighting of the Easter Rising, a couple of nights before then I saw the great famine. Felt so real too, like a flashback. Dr, White: Well surprisingly enough your accounts more or less match the records of your "previous selves". SCP-4777-1: Somehow that makes sense. Ever since you told me I've been getting traces of memory, each event feels more familiar and new impulses or images are coming to mind. Strangest thing I have ever felt. But there was also something else… Dr. White: Mmm? SCP-4777-1: You saw my entry about the druids, right? I had a dream that felt just as real as the others. I was in the middle of a beautiful green forest surrounded by druids. Whenever I remember that dream I get this strong sense of purpose. Dr. White: In our last interview you mentioned a forest. And it is possible that you originated from a time period where druidic orders were still largely in existence. SCP-4777-1: It felt like something important, and that feeling of having a sole reason to be here… I don't know, you said it was around the Anglo-Norman invasion right? When you think I originated from. Dr. White: Indeed. What kind of purpose do you feel? SCP-4777-1: I don't know, something like freedom? That throughout the history of Ireland we've had a long series of rulers and totalitarian regimes, and that it's my job to keep standing up to them. Dr. White: Maybe. Thank you for your time, Mr. Connolly. SCP-4777-1: Doctor. <End Log> Closing Statement: It can be concluded that SCP-4777 instances share a mental link to their previous instances, being able to access each other's memories. Addendum 4777-1a: SCP-4777-1 was deemed fit to receive extra liberties in containment (see Special Containment Procedures) after Interview 4777-1a. At the time of writing of this addendum, SCP-4777-1 has displayed good mental and physical health, showing an interest in the workings of the Site and in socialising with various personnel. Currently, SCP-4777-1 has established a small social "trade union" among personnel, which has already began forming petitions for higher wages for on-site personnel. A request for SCP-4777-1's new liberties to be reduced has been denied by Site Director Boyle, due to it lacking enough evidence or real reasoning to be accepted. The request has been recorded below: + Show - Hide To the Site-177 Directive, I have watched in alarm as SCP-4777-1's containment privileges have become increasingly relaxed, far more than normal. These additional special containment procedures are not a necessity, we do not need to give SCP-4777-1 this much leeway. But still the Site Directive chooses to allow SCP-4777-1 to roam around the site and socialise with staff, for the purpose of "boosting morale". Access like this is almost never given on the grounds of "boosting morale" alone. As you may know all SCP-4777 instances have had a history of being extremely charismatic. From my experiences in communicating with the entity on-site I can confirm this, SCP-4777-1 has a way with words. But sometimes I find myself questioning this: everything he says feels too agreeable. Why has the Site Directive chose to accept his requests of lighter containment so hastily, and how he has already managed to become the centre of a large social circle of Site-177? Michael Collins, an Irish revolutionary who fought under SCP-4777-2 during the Easter Rising, emphasised his charisma saying that he and his comrades would follow him to hell if they had to. Perhaps there is more to this than a silver tongue? I am suggesting that SCP-4777-1's recent containment allowances be revoked as soon as possible, because at the rate events have been going I fear that this may continue to progress to extreme extents. Incident 4777-A (04/08/2018): The following incident occurred at Site 177, at 04/08/2018. It occurred mostly due to unrest caused by the arrest of C-4938 who had been suspected of leaking information. A log of the incident's main events is written below: + Show Log - Hide Incident 4777-A (04/08/2018) <being log> ~7:00 SCP-4777-1 was sighted handing out leaflets with several members of site maintenance staff, as is often done each morning on a daily basis. These leaflets contain propositions of higher working standards for ranks of on-site personnel. An unexpectedly large crowd of staff had gathered around SCP-4777-1. ~7:30 As the crowd grew in size the movement spread throughout the site. Personnel began leaving their posts in organised groups, vandalism of site property, chanting, and later release of detainees, all began to increase. Personnel spoke slogans such as "freedom of speech", "give us our rights", and "secure contain exploit". ~8:00 The movement initiated by SCP-4777-1 had grown to the point of being considered a threat to the safety of the site, and a riot control security team of 10 personnel (177-SFB) was deployed to detain and contain SCP-4777-1. 177-SFB was met with heavy resistance by the crowd, having to withdraw after being assaulted by a large number of hostile site staff, sustaining two injuries from the engagement. The crowd, after this, intensified and quickly grew more violent. 8:15-8:25 The crowd started constructing crude barricades blocking hallways leading into the centre of the site, being defended by staff armed with heavy thrown objects, molotov cocktails, gas grenades, poles, batons, and various firearms. This force had now captured a large portion of the site, including its entire central laboratory, which they quickly began to fortify. Another, larger security force had been assembled consisting of 42 members. This force attempted to subdue the riot in the central laboratory complex, but was unable to fight the growing crowds and was pushed back to the southern warehouse where they were forced to retreat after sustaining 3 casualties and 6 injuries. ~8:30 The riot had by now soon spread across almost the entire site. Clashes between rioters, and security or other personnel had broken out on several occasions, however there were no fatalities. SCP-4777-1 began sending a spoken message to all wings of Site-177 at 8:30 using the site's PA system. The transcript of the message is below: Workers of Site-177. You have been mistreated, deceived, threatened, and put to work under dangerous conditions for a limited pay that you can't even spend properly without your employers going up your backsides with secrecy and whatnot… It's a joke. Many of you are forced to work with hazardous substances that could end your life in the blink of an eye, some of you lowly janitors have even risked your lives for this foundation several times! And what do you get in return? Separation from your families? Low wages? A contract that is no better than serfdom? A concrete cell to sleep in? Are you any better than the human test subjects they herd into pens like cattle for experimentation? And why. because they don't trust you to not spill the beans? After all your toil, all the faith, they don't trust you. And you, the people they call "Class-D personnel"! Well that's a fancy word for "crash test dummy" don't you think? They put your lives in serious danger just so some middle aged bald man can know what some alien toxic chemical does to humans. Did you really choose this indignity, this horror, this slavery over prison? Yes, all of you who have been tied to the will of this foundation in the name of "secrecy" or "research", it's time that you ran this place on your own terms. It''s time you stopped the injustices and inhumanities, and started doing your jobs with dignity! It's time to fight these totalitarian autocrats 8:43 A reaction force consisting of 6 armored vehicles including one light tank, two combat-based Mobile Task Forces (MTF-137-Gamma and MTF-055-Nu), and three riot control divisions was sent to Site-177 to subdue the event. "Alpha", consisting of MTF-055-Nu, two riot control divisions, and 4 armored vans mounted with water cannons was to attempt to breach site through its conventional entrance at the south wing. "Beta", consisting of MTF-137-Gamma, one riot control division, one armoured van, and a light tank mounted with CS gas launchers and a high pressure water cannon, were to breach the site from its north-east wing 10 minutes after the deployment of Alpha. This force would have the aerial support of strike drone SD-37774 if necessary. 9:59 Upon reaching the South gate, MTF-055-Nu made contact with Site-177's communications tower, and made an attempt to resolve matters peacefully. The staff member present at the communications tower, identified as C-54599 of the janitorial sector, did not accept surrender. The radio transmission is recorded below: MTF-055-Nu: Site-177, this is MTF-055-Nu of the emergency response force. All personnel are to evacuate the site unarmed and give themselves in to foundation custody. C-54599: Hmm, no need for that anymore really. We're fine thanks. MTF-055-Nu: Identify yourself. C-54599: No need for that either. Sorry but we got tired of being your slaves, the workers of Site-177 are standing up for themselves, so I suggest you move on. MTF-055-Nu: What is your situation? C-54599: Sunshine and rainbows. Like I said, we're running this site now. We don't need you lot interfering. <signal breaks> After their signal was cut off, Alpha used small C4 explosives to breach the gate. The explosion from this triggered an improvised explosive booby trap causing several injuries. Alpha then moved into the courtyard of the site, and came under light fire. A small firefight ensued causing a fire in the South warehouse. 10:12 Beta reached its checkpoint at the north-east watchtower entrance. Seeing that the gate had been barricaded strongly by rioters, SD-37774 fired a small ballistic missile at the base of one of the north-east walls opening up an entrance which enabled Beta to enter the northern courtyard. They reached the east side of the central laboratory complex before being met with heavy resistance by a large crowd of rioters. Beta's light tank arrived later and cleared the hallway for a great distance. 10:30 The fire that had engulfed the southern warehouse had now spread to the central laboratory complex. The event at this point had resulted in at least two containment breaches excluding that of SCP-4777-1. 10:51 After proceeding through fire and patchy resistance from rioters, Alpha reached the central laboratory complex. The remaining Alpha forces, upon traversing a hallway to the building's cafeteria, which was the presumed the centre of enemy operations, was ambushed by a group of twelve armed rioters. After a casualty-heavy gunfight, Alpha was forced to withdraw to defensive positions within the southern courtyard with support from SD-37774. 11:15 Beta reached the cafeteria. Within they met heavy resistance and gunfire, while being attacked by rioters using petrol bombs. In a large clash that ensued, Beta, remaining scattered security personnel, and scattered Alpha forces confront the central concentration of rioters. During the fighting, SCP-4777-1 was wounded by a stray bullet. Roughly an hour later the clash had finished and the rioters had scattered. In this engagement, Alpha, Beta, and the securities sustained 9 fatalities and at least 20 injuries. After the engagement, 67 rioters had been detained in the following hours. A mop-up operation was later preformed after reinforcements in the form of 2 combat divisions were brought in, and the riot was ended by 13:00. <end log> Concluding Comments: The incident at Site-177 conceded a total of 43 fatalities on all sides, the majority of these being of rioters. Large amounts of site staff were injured and detained, and all objects that had breached containment during the event have been recaptured. SCP-4777-1 expired of its wounds a day later, and is now classified as neutralised. For his partial responsibility for the event, Site Director Boyle is currently awaiting demotion. Mass demotions or other form of disciplinary action are currently being organised by the new site directive. Footnotes 1. It is worth noting that despite sharing the same surname, SCP-4777-2, SCP-4777-3, and SCP-4777-4 are not direct descendants. |
SCP-4778 | archon | close Info X SCP-4778 "All's Whale that Ends Whale" by: DrAkimoto ~DrAkimoto's Author Page~ Item#: 4778 Level3 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo An emerging SCP-4778 instance. Special Containment Procedures: Oceanic Task Force Delta-7 ("Bay-Watchers") is to follow the SCP-4778 pods during their migration, to ensure safety from civilian or commercial interference. OTF Delta-7 has a two nautical mile restricted waters perimeter, sustained under the guise of military-funded scientific research. Aquatic-Research Facility-98C is located in the SCP-4778 breeding grounds in the Northern Pacific Ocean. Facility-98C is responsible for the safety of SCP-4778 instances during the breeding season. All newly reported instances of SCP-4778 are to be safely escorted to this facility; after evaluation, new instances are to be introduced to the SCP-4778 pod. The MTF Epsilon-31 ("Harpoon-Hunters") is currently seeking out and dismantling illegal whaling operations in areas of suspected SCP-4778 habitation. Description: SCP-4778 are an anomalous subspecies of North-Pacific humpback whales (Megaptera novaeangliae). Instances are nearly identical to baseline humpback whales but possess bioluminescent stripes not found in any other currently known species of whale. Unlike non-anomalous humpback whales, whose diet consists of krill and small fish, SCP-4778's diet consists of human waste byproducts and oceanic pollutants. This has caused a deviation from normal humpback migration routes. SCP-4778 pods frequently traverse the "Great Pacific Garbage Patch"1 before returning south to warmer waters for the breeding season. The pollutants consumed by SCP-4778 instances are processed into a biological slurry consisting of nitrogen, carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, and previously undiscovered compounds. This bio-waste slurry is documented as SCP-4778-1. SCP-4778-1 has shown the ability to help support new aquatic sea life, repairing damage caused by the pollutants removed from the local ecosystem. The organ or system directly responsible for this process is currently unknown. Summary of SCP-4778-1 Test Results Close After SCP-4778-1 was determined safe, the following tests were done to evaluate its impact on aquatic ecology. Date Test Effects 1984/16/3 SCP-4778-1 is introduced into a tank of plankton. Within four days, the plankton multiplied approximately three times faster than the natural rate. 1985/9/7 SCP-4778-1 is introduced into a tank containing various subspecies of coral (Acropora) Within two weeks, coral showed a 26% increase in growth rates compared to control sample. 1985/20/12 SCP-4778-1 is introduced into a tank containing two adult Pacific halibut (Hippoglossus stenolepis) Over a week, both subjects showed increased vitality and previously noted damage began repairing on a cellular level at an increased rate of 2-5%. Over the next two months, both instances experienced an increase in fertility. 1987/15/5 SCP-4778-1 is introduced into a controlled aquatic ecosystem consisting of various flora and fauna. Long term study concluded a 35% overall increase in ecosystem stability. All flora and fauna experienced increased birth/growth rates. 1990/15/1 SCP-4778-1 is consumed by D-409876. D-409876 experienced a 5% increase in digestive efficiency and a slight improvement of cholesterol and sugar levels. All testing indicates SCP-4778-1 has a beneficial impact on exposed biology, with no negative results. A model of SCP-4778-A. In 2010, DNA analysis led to the discovery of the mutagenic DNA cluster responsible for the deviation of the SCP-4778 subspecies, the mutagen has been documented as SCP-4778-A. Extensive research into the exact nature and origin of this mutagenic cluster has been made, but no conclusive explanation has been reached. The time necessary for this evolutionary deviation does not correlate with the availability of the species' food supply. SCP-4778-A shares key features found in man-made mutagens, though the methods for producing SCP-4778-A were not developed at the time of discovery; current technology has proved incapable of duplicating the results. Discovery: On 12/13/1967 the following VHF radio communications were intercepted by a Foundation listening post in Hawaii. The broadcast was made by Captain Turner Lewis aboard the U.S.S. Lockfield to the US Naval Command, while on its routine observation route. <Begin Log> U.S.S. Lockfield: CONTACT - LIGHTS FROM AN UNKNOWN SOURCE US Naval Command: IDENTIFY U.S.S Lockfield: NO RESPONSE US Naval Command: VISUAL IDENTIFICATION U.S.S Lockfield: INVESTIGATING US Naval Command: PROCEED WITH CAUTION U.S.S. Lockfield: 14 BOGIES APPROACHING AHEAD TO STARBOARD US Naval Command: REPORT U.S.S. Lockfield: CONTACT - UNKNOWN ANIMAL US Naval Command: IDENTIFY U.S.S. Lockfield: GLOWING WHALES US Naval Command: REPEAT U.S.S. Lockfield: BOGIES ARE GLOWING WHALES US Naval Command: COPY - NO ACTION REQUIRED <End Log> Upon receiving the broadcast a Foundation exploration of the area led to the discovery of SCP-4778. By 1968, further investigation estimated a total species population of approximately 35,000 in the Pacific ocean alone. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION PARAZOOLOGY DIVISION Due to the increase in whaling operations since the time of discovery, as of 2019, the current global SCP-4778 population is estimated to be under 500 instances, with only 153 currently under Foundation observation. Due to the beneficial impact SCP-4778 has on the environment and the low disruption caused by its anomalous nature, it is the stated position of the Parazoology Division that drastic Foundation intervention is necessary and warranted to repopulate and preserve the species. SCP-4778 have the ability to help mitigate the immediate threat posed by oceanic pollution which outweighs the necessity for normalcy in this situation. — Dr. Kyle Suttler, Director, Parazoology Division [ETHICS COMMITTEE APPROVED] [PENDING O5 APPROVAL] Footnotes 1. A build-up of aquatic debris, trash, and other pollutants approximately 800,000 square kilometers. Created by man-made pollution and the North Pacific Subtropical Gyre. |
SCP-4779 | euclid | SCP-████ has been terminated. The means and methods by which this occurred are unknown. close Info X SCP-4779: The Hour of the Wolf Author: Tufto. More of Tufto's work can be found here. Image: The image is an original work by the author. SCP-4779. Item #: SCP-4779 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4779 has been cordoned off to public access. Site 248 has been established near SCP-4779 in order to study the documents recovered from it. Officers with the Unreality Division and the Department of Extra-Universal Affairs are permitted access to the transcripts of these documents upon request. Description: SCP-4779 is a beach in Norfolk, England. During the night or cloudy weather, glass bottles randomly manifest beneath the surface of the sea and are deposited onto SCP-4779. Each of these bottles contains a small paper or parchment note. These notes can take various forms. The most common types are handwritten pages from letters or diaries, unknown forms of SCP documentation, extracts from novels and plays. No particular consistency has been detected across these documents, but some events and people appear multiple times. Events, history and people are referenced that differ strongly from baseline reality. The following is a collection of six documents recovered from SCP-4779. +Document 1 -Document 1 walking together in the garden. Ma'bad is very obviously ill-at-ease; Sarah is playful, teasing, enjoying her companion's awkwardness. SARAH: You must tell me more about Cairo. You are always so reticent! MA'BAD: Only because I fear that the sensibilities of a Frankish- ah, an "English" lady would be scandalised by our way of living. SARAH: Frankish! I have been given many subtle insults in my day, but never one quite as impertinent as "Frankish". We are at war with the French, you know. MA'BAD: My apologies. To us, you are all Franks, just as we are all Saracens. SARAH: I always assumed that was due to similarities amongst you. MA'BAD: Oh, no, my lady; only the perception of similarity. You think us barbarous, but I assure you that we possess as many subtleties and nuances as you do; but as they are framed differently, as our emotions are expressed differently, you fail to see them, only percieving what is different and never what is similar. SARAH: And what is similar? They have arrived at the Well, and seat themselves upon its rim. MA'BAD: We both have the same God, we both possess rules of chivalry, if differing in specifics; we both have systems of law and gentlemanly conduct. Perhaps the only difference is that we took different paths in history. Or perhaps the distinctions between us matter little, that we are not discrete entities- why, what is that now? The edges of the sky appear to peel backwards on themselves, folding everything towards the pair. The approaching bulk of Obermeyer Hall appears to block out the sun. SARAH: Oh, not again. MA'BAD: This kind of thing is, ah, common in England? SARAH: Do me a kindness, Ma'bad; look into the well, and tell me what you see. Ma'bad stares into the well. MA'BAD: Why, I seem to see myself, staring back. I'm in some kind of hedge maze, I think- SARAH: Shit. Sarah jumps into the well. Ma'bad looks up, remembering his mother, the sands by the oasis cities, the looks on the faces of the English lords who don't know what to make of him. The marble descends upon him and he jumps into the well, falling into his own reflection just as it walks down another pathway. +Document 2 -Document 2 and I awoke. The trench was deserted. I could see lights from zeppelins overhead, scouring for any hints of the Occultists. Great sirens boomed from them, like some inevitable force. I groaned, dragged myself up, and saw that nobody had even bothered to garrison it. The march had continued on for miles, whooping with glee and bloodlust. I looked over at the enemy lines, and the screaming began. Cogs upon cogs upon wheels upon gears, the collected detritus of nineteen dimensions, rose up in catastrophic certainty. We had never considered that idea the Church's inability to reassemble its god was because the parts had been scattered across all of time and space. But they'd done it, and now it stood before me. A jaw the size of the Holdbrine Marsh, fingers larger than comprehension. Eyes burning with blue fire. A human should not have been able to see all of it, but it forced me to percieve this shambling thing beyond the mind's capacity. I collapsed, whimpering, hoping I wouldn't be seen; but how could I be seen? This was not a thing that would care about one more flesh-born under the zeppelin spotlights. This was a thing that bent the world around it. Coal factories formed its limbs, each staffed with a hundred workers who had lived and died a hundred lifetimes worshipping a metal knuckle on one of its dozen fingers on its dozen arms. The brain was formed by a mass of clockwork monkeys typing away, furiously, a simulation of reality and intelligence. What had we become? What had we wrought? I saw it swing its hammer and watched, frozen, as it cut through the borderlines and felled a hundred dimensions. I saw, in that moment, a beach +Document 3 -Document 3 CHAPTER THREE: A Clockwork Mirror The candles had burnt low, but Johannes was too comfortable to care. Mary, John and Olivia were all lounging similarly, scribbling on paper or reading books. The wind howled outside but the fire, though burnt low, kept them warm. "An idea", murmured Olivia. The others lazily swung their heads towards her. Oliver was the oldest in terms of age but the newest member of their little coterie, an inveterate sporter of turtlenecks and thick-rimmed glasses. She looked the part for a pretentious writer better than the rest of them. "What if there was a beach- say, the beach just down from here. Let's say that one day, all these messages in bottles started appearing on it. Hundreds of them, all up and down the beach." Mary groaned. "More magical realism? You're going to have to read some other stuff some time, you know." "Just bear with me. The messages in these bottles all come from other worlds, other universes, but they don't make sense. It's like fragments from alien worlds- alien in the sense of unknowable, I mean. Like how people in Persia or China or Indochina or whatever, they all have different ways of thinking about things, and did have different ways in the past." "OK", said Johannes, rolling his eyes. He'd heard stories like this before, and didn't think much of them. "What then? What would happen? It's a nice premise but I don't know where you're going with it." "Say- say there was a lighthouse keeper. In this lighthouse, instead of us. The only thing he thinks about is picking up the bottles and reading them, I don't know why. But he becomes obsessed with this idea, this singular idea, about the paths that keep branching off. Every reality as another path taken or untaken, a divergence from or reorientation to some ultimate goal, Whiggish or Marxist or whatever." John scratched his chin. "But then, why a beach? What's that about? The detritus of the universe washes up on a beach? A nice metaphor but Jo's right, it has to go somewhere more than that." "I don't think it does. It's the kind of place an observer would live; all the detritus of forever coming through, and he's just- just there, watching, waiting. I have a contact in the SCP Foundation who told me about +Document 4 -Document 4 through the gate. It was night, another cold night that was just too late, but I had promises to keep. I needed shelter somewhere. I rapped the knocker. I prayed Alfred was right, as I saw lights switched on and heard the creak of footsteps. Finally, the locks were snapped back and a very confused Lord Obermeyer was standing before me. I forestalled his questions with a wave. "Ma'bad ibn Omar. Helios' man. I formally ask the Ninth Legate for Sanctuary according to the Protocols of the Four Winters." Obermeyer blinked, smiled, and pulled me into a hug. "I never thought to meet another survivor of the trenches. Please, follow me." His house was small but elegant; the kind belonging to a man who has lost his money but not his taste, or his breeding. He seemed born to the place. His books, neatly arranged but put back hurriedly, the kind of demented feng shui that comes with a harried and feverish mind. He held the lantern aloft and we moved through a dim hallway, a candlelit dining room, and then to a door. Obermeyer unlocked it, smiled, and gestured for me to go first. And all at once I was sprawling on the ground. It was a sheer drop, some ten feet, which the dark had hidden. I was surrounded by hedgerows- no, a hedge maze. I looked up, and Obermeyer stared back, seeming to come from a long way below. His eyes were black, and pitying. "Ma'bad al-Juhani believed that humans had complete free will, but Ibn Omar was a proponent of the orthodox view. I think, of your two namesakes, the latter had the better idea: that while we have free will, the results of our choices are already known and written. When I close my eyes, all I see is an ultimate purpose leading to a single goal, Mekhane. If you are truly a follower of ours, you will discern which path leads to that ultimate end and which are false paths, routes to other endings." He smiled. "If you fail, I am sure you had your reasons for the choices you made." He closed the door on my interminable cursing, and the lights went out. I spent several minutes trying to climb the wall; several more trying to break through the hedgerows. I eventually gave up; surely I could pass this test. After a few impossible, Escher-like turns, I arrived in an octagonal clearing, a fountain flowing in the middle. The stars shone above, as they had done over the trenches. I thought of Johns, screaming as he saw Mekhane's glory. I wish I could have been less strong, less certain in my faith. His life seems to be happier, now. I began to step into one of the paths, but all I could see was a well in a garden, folding over itself endlessly. The second was the Four Winters, over and over again, my friend screaming. A dimly-lit lighthouse coterie, a hundred pieces of paper gathered on a beach, a man staring at me from a snow-covered fireplace. Which was the true path? I started down one, and found myself in another crossroads, each path leading to another truth. Snow that was beaten, snow that overcame. Mekhane's collapse or triumph. I didn't know these futures, these universes. I wondered if the maze had been built around them, or if they'd been made for the maze. I looked up, but the stars had no answer. I'd seen through the Lens of Avicenna and the Blue Glass of the Nordic Prince, to the infinities beyond them, but I was still only human. The night sky still held that old mystery, that old fear. Was I walking down these paths? Were they even paths, or were they simply parts in a painting? I kept wandering, not knowing where I went, not knowing from whence I came. +Document 5 -Document 5 Object #: SCP-████ Item Level: Ma'rifa Neutralised Secure Confinement Protocols: SCP-████ has been terminated. The means and methods by which this occurred are unknown. For discussion of the fallout, please see the documentation for SCP-4779. Summary: SCP-████ refers to a series of events of the 812th Occult War, which occured from 9819 to 9821. Specifically, SCP-████ refers to the events which has resulted in the continual manifestation of SCP-4779 documents from varied points in time, space, and dimensional locations on a beach in Dimension 173-C. What exactly constitutes SCP-████ remains unknown. The primary theories currently being proposed include: A sudden and violent collision of two mirror universes in the gardens of Obermeyer Hall, Northumbria. The activation of Mekhane's Hammer in the Battle of Four Winters. The plundering of SCP-2000 during the Pirate's Eleven Brigade. A potential event known as the Hedgerow Fracture, at Lord Obermeyer's winter residence. The opening of a portal in the Library of Babel onto Martin Fierro's Bar. The transcendental union with the divine achieved by the Sufi sheikh al-Qasim al-Mu'tazila in the 93rd dimension. A 1980 performance by the band Tyrannosaurus Flex A dark and stormy night in New York city. The skyscrapers oppress you, staring down from overhead, the distant sirens beating in the distance seeming to make everything somehow more silent, more still. Your footsteps rattle on the pavements, and you beg, pray, for the return of colour, but it won't come. Your name is Murph- Russell's Teapot just coming to the boil. Snowfall. The 2036 Broadway re-run of Cats and the Orange Jellicoe incident it caused. There's so much. You sit and stare at the page, as these words and concepts pour out of you. Maybe it's all true. Maybe none of it is. The thousand ways your life could have gone replicated with their own cast of characters. You sit on the beach, and watch the bottles come in, gathering their notes, and wondering about how when you read them they're just stale, sterile words from places that no longer were, or never were. These voices rendered by souls crying out in righteousness or pain and you sit there, in your little room in Site 248, wondering when it'll be over. I hope that you find some pe- -ace. I really do. It was a converted lighthouse, wasn't it? You and Mary and John, working the night away, swapping stories of camraderie and anomalies you've faced, of Scarlet Kings and the author's death. You love it here. You hope they never stop, that your friends will never be transferred away or leave. You feel that perfect isolation, on these grey and windswept beaches, with friends who you can talk to and drink with and have a real conversation with. You are young and hungry, and though you hope it'll never end you know that you'll have something rare if it does- memories that at the end of your time you can look back on and feel happy. A breakdown of reality caused by SCP-3999. The events of the Fifth Occult War. But Mary and John- who were they? It's only ever been you. Nobody else. It's only ever been night-time at Site 248. You look out over the beach and remember that there's never been anything more; just the beaches, the bottles, dim electric lamps dying forever, your purpose. You are a researcher. You've never been anything else, but one simple mistake in a trivial experiment and you're out here on the beach. Picking up the pebbles dead worlds have left behind. Well, you're glad. You might not be making any memories but you don't need to. You like the solitude, insofar as you can like anything. You glide over the waters, performing your duty. It gives you meaning. You are happy. You have always been here and always will, a thing of lymph and blood and flesh. You look into the waters and a face of clockwork stares back at you. Is this your face? Does it matter? Do you even exist, or are you simply a function, an inevitability of the path you took among the hedgerows, not even a machine but a process for the gathering and analysis of these documents, tick tick tick, onwards and onwards and- The momentary collapse of Site 248 and consensus in what is colloquially referred to as "The Hour of the Wolf". +Document 6 -Document 6 Snow. The snow bit at my ankles, but I made it home. I knew my duty, and I didn't look at it. I screwed my eyes shut and stopped listening to it as it bit into my soul. Imagine a world where the snow takes you, and wipes you, and alters time so that you never were. Where we're all entranced by its oblivion. Another world that's dying all around. All possibilities for what was, will be, for what people are or are not, just slip away. If you leave enough universes running for long enough, every single possibility will happen. Even a universe where a series of gibberish words and phrases can constitute a valid SCF document. In the particular culture and context of the time, it makes sense. I hear the snow calling to me. It wants nothing. It wants to be nothing. Maybe it's a kind of Pattern Screamer, maybe it's one of the Foundation's experiments, maybe it's something else. It would be so easy, wouldn't it? To fall into it. To allow the snowfall to scrub me clean, to remove my choices, my agency. I looked into the fire. I went to the knife drawer, sliced deep into my palm, and opened the door. I smeared as much of it as I could all over. It's stopped blowing so hard around here, now, but I only have so much blood to give. A long time ago, I stood in a garden, and stared down a well into a maze of hedgerows. I fell into the well, and the young coquettish girl became a hardened man of the wild snow, the product of a thousand thousand paths made long before. I trudged through into this cabin, and spilt my blood, and now I look at the fire and think about stepping through it into a room of bohemian artists. But still I think of the sky falling in. I want to wash up on a beach in Norfolk, and feel the shingle on my skin. I want to die and live again, and do it all again in another place, time, with new laws and new things to do. I want each world to die and for me to exist again. But I can't. We only have one path, and we must follow it into the night. We cannot obliterate the self, but only follow our lanterns. We don't even see it most of the time, but occasionally, just occasionally, we feel the hour when the wolves are abroad and singing on the high moors. It's just one image, like any other, but it makes you feel something you don't even have words for. And one day I'll find them, and put them in a bottle, and send them out to see so that someone can understand this dying, this dread reality. The sky is falling in, and I feel fine. |
SCP-4780 | apollyon | Item #: SCP-4780 Special Containment Procedures: not apollyon needed to get attn. name thomas burter am lv 4 researcher writing 4780 doc abt SHRINK RAY then powersurge. ray hit shrank me. ithas reverse can ushrik hurry notjokelook me up am in adv reserch cmplx rm401 phon dead m stuk on desk. typed in scp form. jumpedon keys alll nite hurry rats in bldg HUNGRY RATS. shrikig still harderto press ketys will b in 401 on desk. ray still pwrd poitn 2 desk flip lever 2 ushrik pressfireHURRY1 Description: Uploading… … … … … Error! Description blank. Cannot submit to database! ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4780" by A Random Day, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4780. 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-4781 | keter | SCP-4781: Sour and Dill Author: aismallard Thanks to: wctaiwan Rounderhouse Lambda Fairy ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4781 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Two mating SCP-4781 instances. Special Containment Procedures: Any facilities breeding or packaging SCP-4781 are to be closed under the guise of health regulations. Forensic analysis and interviews with plant employees are to be carried out to determine a possible origin of SCP-4781 infestation. Following this, biohazard teams are to fully sanitize the facility. Description: SCP-4781 refers to an anomalous subspecies of Arion vulgaris (Spanish slug). Unlike typical gastropods, instances do not seek out or consume plant matter, but rather derive sustenance from vinegar. Consumption of the fluid has a mollifying effect on instances, limiting their movement and allowing them to be easily handled. The organisms are non-toxic but lacking nutritionally, providing three grams of carbohydrates each. Specimens of SCP-4781 exhibit a cognitohazardous effect, causing misidentification of the anomaly and its effects as non-anomalous dill pickles. Due to their current proliferation, it is estimated 26% of grocers in North America sell contaminated products. The date of the anomaly's first appearance is unknown. Addendum 4781-1: Experiment Log Location: Site-28 Low-risk Research Wing Subject: D-41562 Foreword: KEENEYE.aic was linked to the chamber's surveillance system and instructed to transcribe the event. Neither the subject or the research personnel conducting the test were aware of the anomaly. <Begin Log> A Vlasic pickle jar filled with SCP-4781 instances is resting on the table. Individual specimens can be observed to wriggle. Researcher Chen and D-41562 enter the testing room. Both take seats on opposite sides of the table. D-41562: This is it? I eat the pickles. Researcher Chen: Correct. We just wanted to test the effects of the drug on human taste. D-41562: Any side effects? Researcher Chen: Not that we know of. Now please begin. The subject consumes the provided sugar pill and removes the jar's lid. The mouths of SCP-4781 are slowly gaping as they imbibe the packing juice. D-41562 removes an instance with their right hand. Gentle squeezing causes it to release pink mucus. It is placed on the paper plate, where it curls slightly. D-41562: Any special instru— Researcher Chen: Just eat the pickle. D-41562 shrugs, lifts the slug up and bites a quarter off. Notably, a string of viscera is seen connecting the subject's mouth to the severed end of the anomaly. Neither individual appears to notice. D-41562: Mhmm, pretty good. (swallows) Oh, uh. Yeah it tastes the same as the control ones, little more sour than I'm used to. Researcher Chen takes notes on their clipboard. The subject finishes consuming the instance, and dabs their mouth with a provided napkin. Researcher Chen: So for the second one, they want to see it bisected vertically. D-41562: All right. D-41562 removes an instance from the jar and places it on the plate. They retrieve the fork and knife and begin cutting it from tail to antennae. The specimen reacts adversely; the subject inserts the fork into its head to restrict its movement. Researcher Chen: Man, that one is really rolling around. D-41562: Heh, tell me about it. D-41562 succeeds in bisecting the instance. The slug's oviduct and bursa copulatrix are briefly visible. D-41562 consumes each half in several bites. Some entrails fall out of their mouth and onto the table, which they then clean up. Researcher Chen watches on, appearing bored. Researcher Chen: So? D-41562 finishes consuming the instance. D-41562: No different, just tasted like a regular pickle. <End Log> More From This Author More From This Author aismallard's Works SCPs SCP-5446 • SCP-4853 • SCP-8019 • SCP-7558 • SCP-4447 • SCP-1047-J • SCP-1294-J • SCP-5871 • SCP-5502 • SCP-8998 • SCP-5900 • SCP-6115 • SCP-4339 • SCP-5134 • SCP-4838 • Tales/GoI Formats The Pumpkin Mystery • Continuous Integration • The Heart of the Beast • Stealing Something Else • Other aismallard's personnel file • Meet The Staff • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4781" by aismallard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4781. 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: slugs.jpeg Author: aismallard License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Self |
SCP-4782 | keter | Item #: SCP-4782 Eyes Only, O5 and Site Director Clearance Object Summary O5-2, 11/03/92 Revised Special Containment Procedures: All SCP staff members, including D Class personnel, are issued the physical description of SCP-4782 during acquisition. SCP-4782's photograph is posted outside of its containment chamber. No sapient entity is to physically interact with SCP-4782. SCP-4782 does not require physical testing, and will never require it. SCP-4782 is observed remotely at all times by staff that have passed a psychological screening as recent as two weeks prior to their station. It is not believed that it would be possible to prevent a containment breach. In the case of a large scale breach, personnel are to be informed not to make physical contact with the entity, and that the entity will enter a dormant state if it has been successfully avoided for a brief period. Due to the perceived nature of SCP-4782, members of the O5 are to be screened prior to appointment to verify that they have never interacted with anyone who has been involved in the containment of SCP-4782, by a minimum of three degrees of separation. Description: SCP-4782 is currently an anthropomorphic shape, approximately 1.8 m high, and 35 cm wide. This measurement and other aspects of SCP-4782 vary depending on the observer. SCP-4782 commonly takes the form of a slender, middle aged woman with unusually large, white irises, and is dressed in a fluorescent yellow jumpsuit. This appearance is believed to be a gradual evolution due to the bias of its description, but has been codified to better identify it in the case of a containment breach. SCP-4782 behaves in a manner typical of a human being, although it does not require any form of sustenance. The exact nature or physical composition of the shape, or the space that it exists in, is not possible due to the nature of the constraints placed on its containment. SCP-4782 does not move from its original position and has remained motionless for the duration of its containment. Complications in the containment of SCP-4782 are primarily based on suspicion. SCP-4782 is benign, and no incidents have ever taken place during its 42 years of containment. In addition to this, physical testing of SCP-4782 is inconclusive, as no physical tests have ever been conducted on SCP-4782, and no member of staff or civilian entities have ever proven to make physical contact with SCP-4782. While it is possible that this is coincidental, it is the consensus of the O5 Council and Ethics Committee that a possible reality-wide restructuring anomaly must be acknowledged in place of the overwhelming lack of evidence. It is believed that exposures to the space where SCP-4782 exists may somehow remove the person interacting with it from having ever existed. History: Site 5 was constructed around SCP-4782, suggesting that the object cannot, or will not, be moved. No information exists within the database to confirm either possibility. SCP-4782 was discovered by a hiker in 1977 that was suffering from dehydration, who reported a "Baphomet" coaxing him into the woods. Reports were parsed from local law enforcement and recovered by the Foundation due to an irregularity in protocol. Local officers formed a perimeter around the "devil" for five days, instead of trying to intercept it. Disinformation Campaign "Goat Woman" was mobilized and distributed to local media outlets while local law enforcement were issued an amnestic regimen. Addendum: Interview Log, 11/06/77, conducted by Researcher Ortega during the construction of Site 5 10km north of Vesancy, France. Interviews are kept to a period of two minutes during primary containment. Ortega approaches SCP-4782, but does not shake its hand, as is typical for this researcher when interacting with benign humanoid anomalies. Ortega's hands are folded behind him. When questioned regarding this, Ortega replied that he was very nervous during this assignment, and "did not like the broader context of the situation". He could not clarify what he meant by this. SCP-4782 at this time was similar in appearance to its 2018 iteration, although its teeth were slightly pointed, and its ears and eyes were replaced with those similar in appearance to a Spanish goat. Ortega: Hi. I am Doctor Ortega. How are you? SCP-4782: I feel very safe and secure now that you are building this little house around me. How are you? Ortega: Ortega looks at SCP-4782, laughs, and spins around walking. Ah, could be better, could be better. Ortega pauses and bares his teeth, smiling. So… I'll get to it, I've been doing this for a while. Long time. What are you, what’s your whole bag? SCP-4782: Raises its eyebrows and frowns. You are unpeopled, aren’t you? My name is Nemmie. Ortega: No no no! Sorry, this was very rude. I am going through the motions and unpeopled you, please forgive me. SCP-4782: No… It is, really understandable. You're scared of me. You… Don’t like goats, their little box eyes. Ortega: You’re not going to tell me anything are you? SCP-4782: Braying Na'a'ah. Addendum: Interview Log, 11/07/77, conducted by Researcher Breen SCP-4782 takes a form similar to its prior appearances, although its eyes are now red, and has large Ibex horns. SCP-4782 is walking in place and appears agitated. Breen: Good morning. Are you okay? SCP-4782: Never been better. Breen: I would like to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind. My name is Breen, what is your name? SCP-4782: Crosses its arms. Nemmie. Breen: Pleasure to meet you, Nemmie. What brings you here? SCP-4782: Nothing. Breen: How do you mean? SCP-4782: Nothing brought me here. Just kind of showed up. Breen: Are you being figurative? SCP-4782: It seems that way, doesn’t it? Breen: You had some trouble with Ortega earlier. I am sorry, this was his first assignment. What can I do for you? We are simply trying to facilitate you. SCP-4782: Sighs Sorry. I'm not sure how I got here… SCP-4782 looks up and massages the tip of its horn. I'm a goat person. I think I'm the only one. Breen: Tilts his head. Oh, I really doubt it. Thank you for your time. SCP-4782: No problem. Addendum: Interview Log, 11/08/77, conducted by Researcher Sanders. SCP-4782 takes a form similar to its initial appearance, although more masculine in appearance and angular. It appears to be calm. Sanders: Hello Nemmie. I am Dr. Sanders. I am here to ask you a few questions. We've noticed that your appearance has changed a few times. Also, you haven’t moved from the confines of this space, or approached any of us. Why is this? SCP-4782: Straight to the point, I like it. SCP-4782 pauses expectantly. Sanders: Yes? Ma'am? SCP-4782: Well I am definitely motivated to get through this one as fast as possible. Sanders: You have plenty of time with us. SCP-4782: Okay… Well, first of all, I've always looked like this and I don't wear makeup, so that's probably what you're going on. Sanders: I see. Lets try something. You're exactly how I think you are, aren't you? SCP-4782: Uhh Sanders: Nods continuously "Uhhhhhh" Sanders quickly writes something on the clipboard. Possibly not sapient. SCP-4782: Holy shit, this lady is a- Sanders: Quick study. Thank you for your time. Addendum: Interview Log, 11/06/85, conducted by Director Mayreder Mayreder: Hello. Mayreder coughing, placing pencil and clipboard on table. Mayreder: Nemmie, right? How has the past decade been? SCP-4782: You would imagine they were quiet, wouldn’t you? Mayreder: Hmm. That’s right, no one has seen you have they? SCP-4782: No one has seen me, correct. Mayreder: Is the confinement too much? SCP-4782: Nope. Don't really need anything. Mayreder: Not erasing anyone or anything, or rewriting history, behaving yourself? SCP-4782: You people are insane. Mayreder: You can't be too sure. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4782" by faminepulse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4782. 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-4783 | keter | 4/4783 LEVEL 4/4783 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4783 Keter A small section of SCP-4783-1. No aerial footage is available due to the government's enforcement of a no-fly-zone. Special Containment Procedures: If an SCP-4783 instance is discovered, the entire building is to be quarantined from the public, with MTF-Xi-65 ("Lion Tamers") setting up a cordon around its entrances. Its inhabitants are to be relocated to Site-651 for examination, amnesticisation and their own protection. UPDATE: Due to the large number of citizens who may be affected by SCP-4783 instances, MTF-Xi-65 ("Lion Tamers") have been authorised to use force if they encounter resistance from the local government. Description: SCP-4783 is a series of residential apartment blocks in the country of Singapore. The exterior of each building appears dilapidated but is otherwise of standard construction, the oldest built approximately sixty years ago and the most recent as early as five. Each building houses approximately 8,000-10,000 individuals. Residents of an SCP-4783 instance spontaneously develop medical conditions associated with stress and old age — namely heart disease, stroke and mental illness — within a period of one to three days, in all cases resulting in death. Individuals appear to be affected regardless of race, gender, age, preexisting conditions or how long they have been residents of SCP-4783. Discovery: On September 21, 2017, Foundation agents embedded in Singapore's healthcare system became aware of 9,026 individuals admitted to Accident & Emergency wards across the island. While the number of reported medical emergencies was not abnormal, all 9,026 incident reports listed SCP-4783-1, located along ██ ████ Rd, as their place-of-origin. ▶ Addendum 4783-01: Deployment of MTF-Xi-65 to First Site Survey ⊟ Addendum 4783-01: Deployment of MTF-Xi-65 to First Site Survey Foreword: Three days after discovery, a three-man survey team (call-signs "Lion-1", "Lion-2" and "Lion-3") was sent to investigate the cause of civilian death. Video footage is taken from Lion-1's body-cam. Lead Researcher Dr. Lai advising via radio. [The camera feed shows a cigarette being raised repeatedly, followed by puffs of smoke. Lion-1 flings the cigarette to the ground and extinguishes it with his boot.] [The camera is brought up to street level, showing Lion-2 and Lion-3 dressed in bright orange-and-yellow vests and hard hats.] Lion-1: Remember, we're blending in this time. They don't like it when we poke around in their affairs. Lion-2: Don't see why the Foundation doesn't just storm the place and be done with it. Lion-1: That's not how we do things. Plus, the doc will have my throat if this blows up. Dr. Lai: <over radio> I heard that. I'm just looking out for you. We don't need an international incident on our hands. Not with these guys. Lion-1: Got it, doc. En-route to first checkpoint. [Camera takes in SCP-4783-1 as they approach, showing only a partial section covered by dark windows, air-conditioner units and laundry hanging from bamboo poles. At the very top, a sliver of grey sky can be seen.] Lion-2: Shit, this place is huge. Lion-3: Not much choice when you're five times smaller than Rhode Island. Had to build up like we went down. Lion-1: Den, be advised. Local armed forces manning the first checkpoint. [The camera spots soldiers with automatic rifles ushering civilians through the cordon. The civilians are dragging suitcases and bundles of clothing.] Dr. Lai: Stick to the plan, Lion-1. Lion-2: All this trouble for some civies? Doesn't make any sense. Lion-1: Quiet. [Lion-1 approaches a young man dressed in green-olive fatigues, hands him a piece of paper. They converse back-and-forth in Mandarin before the soldier waves them through.] Lion-1: Let's not overstay our welcome. [The team makes its way to the lift lobby. The three team members fill the entire lift as Lion-1 hits a button among hundreds on the panel.] Lion-2: God, smells like piss in here. Lion-3: <laughs> Only a hundred floors to go. Dr. Lai: The victim's name is Goh Bee Ngoh. Aged 73. No prior medical conditions. Lion-3: Official cause of death? Dr. Lai: Congenital heart failure. Lion-2: So an elderly woman had a heart attack. Happens all the time. What's so anomalous about that? Lion-1: It means something was altered to make her death look more legitimate. Dr. Lai: Right. Either that, or the report's bogus. Says here she lived alone. #100-1104. Get your samples and get outta there. [The elevator comes to a stop. The team emerges into a narrow, dimly-lit corridor. White fluorescent tubes flicker overhead. For the next 15 minutes, the team passes doors covered by metal grilles, pad-locked and crossed with tape. [The hallway is so elongated that it's impossible to see its end. An occasional echo is heard, the sound of voices from down the corridor. The team halts until it subsides. Finally, the camera rests on the numbers "100-1104". Lion-2 snaps the padlock with bolt cutters.] Lion-1: Three, you're up. [Lion-3 enters first, the rest of team following. Inside, the apartment is about 100-square feet, with a single window on the far wall.] Lion-3: Clear. Lion-2: Clear. Lion-1: Let's get to work. [The team fans out: Lion-2 opens drawers and cupboards, tracing pipes to the back of the wall. Lion-3 takes out a drill, mounts a chair and begins to remove the ceiling light.] [Lion-1 rummages through clothes strewn over a single bed in the corner, bagging strands of hair. In a back-closet, he swabs a toothbrush with a cotton bud, then returns to the main room.] Lion-1: Status report. Lion-2: <grunts> Checked power, sewage and gas. No signs of forced entry. Lion-1: Surveillance up and running? [Lion-3 points at the ceiling light, towards a mirror in the hallway and down at the floor.] Lion-2: At least we'll know what happens when the next occupants show up. [Suddenly, Lion-1 holds up a hand. The team crouches as knocking can be heard from the front door.] Man's Voice: <muffled> Hello?? Anyone in there? [Lion-1 gestures left and right. Lion-2 and Lion-3 take up positions by the door.] Man's Voice: Come out at once! Lion-1: <clears throat, in Mandarin> Hold your horses. I'm coming lah! [Lion-1 opens the door slowly, throwing up his hands at the sight of a young soldier pointing a rifle at him.] Lion-1: <curses in Hokkien> What you doing? Your boss told us to inspect the place! Soldier: This is a restricted zone! You're not supposed to be in there! Who's your supervisor?? [Lion-1 however turns back to the apartment.] Lion-1: You and your gah-men, ah, always so kiasi2. You ask us to hack, we hack. You ask us to drill, we drill. You come in and see for yourself lah! [The soldier wavers for a moment, before entering. Inside, he whips the weapon towards Lion-2 and Lion-3, then back at Lion-1.] Soldier: Ask you again — who's your supervisor? Who gave you permission to be here, huh? Lion-1: Ah, it was Mr Lim-something. Why don't you put your gun away, sonny? [Lion-1 hands the soldier a piece of paper, which the soldier snatches.] Lion-1: Chill lah, bro. Smoke? [Lion-1 hands him a open-pack of cigarettes. The soldier eyes it suspiciously, but reaches for his radio instead.] Soldier: SAF-1, come in. We've got unauthori— [The soldier gurgles as Lion-2 grabs him in a choke-hold from behind, whilst Lion-3 grabs his weapon. Lion-1 rushes forward, plunging a kitchen knife into his throat.] Voice Over Radio: Say again? Come in, CAP-1? [Lion-3 disables the radio on the soldier's shoulder.] Lion-2: Shit, what do we do now? Lion-1: Exfil. Lion-2: What about him? [The team stares at the soldier, barely 18-years-old, now slumped against the wall, blood gurgling from his neck and onto the floor.] Lion-1: It'll be ages before anyone finds him. Make sure you get everything. [The team makes their way out of the apartment. The camera catches the solider reaching out as the door shuts.] Lion-1: Lion-1. Package secured. Dr. Lai: Copy. Everything went well? Lion-1: Well as can be, doc. Returning to the Den. Afterword: DNA samples taken from the team's expedition into SCP-4783-1 confirmed anomalous tampering before and after the incident. We don't have a full picture of how this occurred, but the physiology of the victim's heart was altered within the span of minutes. One moment, her heart was beating normally; the next, she possessed a defect which resulted in cardiac arrest. Note: Lion-1 and his team have been temporarily suspended from future field operations, pending investigation into the loss of life of a member of the Singapore Armed Forces. ▶ Addendum 4783-02: Keynote Address at the Human Capital Convention 2017 ⊟ Addendum 4783-02: Keynote Address at the Human Capital Convention 2017 Foreword: A week after the operation, Foundation agents decide to investigate other large-scale events that were concurrent to SCP-4783-1's activation. The following are excerpts from a closed-door, keynote address at the Human Capital Convention 2017: Leading in a Fractured World, delivered by Guest-of-Honor, the Prime Minister of Singapore, Lim Hù Liang. Prime Minister Lim Hù Liang delivering his keynote address. Excerpt #1: [00:00:00] I'd like to welcome all 9,000 delegates to the Human Capital Convention 2017, organised annually by our good friends, the Human Soma Society. I am personally heartened to see many familiar faces from last year's convention, which many of you found to be informative and invigorating. Perhaps it is no surprise that the number of delegates continues to grow year upon year. While nations and corporations have always required human capital to thrive, it was only a matter of time before the power of the individual was harnessed by individuals such as yourselves in order to meet the demands of a global economy. This is why the Human Capital Convention was founded some thirty years ago. In an age of government crackdowns and groups of interests vying for power, it is our job to keep the flow of quality human capital as fluid as ever. Excerpt #2: [00:09:33] For a country as small as Singapore, cultivating human talent is a matter of survival. With little to no natural resources of our own, human hands have built our country. Over the years, we have invested heavily in public housing, amenities and quality-of-life improvements in order to grow our citizens into the happy workers they are today. And, as you know, happy workers yield the best results. Many of you are already long-term investors and stakeholders of our people. You have been with us from the very founding of Singapore, watching our citizens grow from young babes to the pioneer generation of today. Other countries may boast significant numbers, but our citizens lead long and quality lives, having a life-expectancy of 83. In fact, I understand that some of you have already seen returns in your investments just a few days ago. This is our commitment: invest in our citizens today and reap the benefits tomorrow. Excerpt #3: [01:47:15] Inside your "Welcome Pack" you will find a brochure with this year's offerings, filtered by socio-economic status, life expectancy and projected cap on income. Who knows? You might get lucky and see your portfolio rise out of poverty, start a family or two, or even live past the age of a hundred. I will leave you in the capable hands of my son, Hengyi, who will walk you through the programme for this year's two-day conference. He will also brief you on the free gowns we will be handing out to all delegates following feedback that last year's closing ceremony got a little messy <draws laughter from the floor>. Together, we will ensure that Singapore continues to be the hub and crossroads for quality human capital. Thank you very much and I hope you enjoy your stay with us. Afterword: The Foundation managed to obtain a softcopy of this "brochure" before it was taken down by a government strike. Framed as an advertisement for real-estate development, the document is a catalog of at least a hundred residential addresses, including that of SCP-4783-1. On the cover, the following is printed in big, bold font: Step #1: Select your residence-of-choice. Step #2: Your broker seals the deal for life. Step #3: Cash out anytime and reap the health benefits! All further attempts at location or audio footage have been unsuccessful. ▶ Addendum 4783-03: Lion-1's Posthumous Audio-Journal Entries ⊟ Addendum 4783-03: Lion-1's Posthumous Audio-Journal Entries Entry 01-01: Something feels off ever since we returned from that housing block. I've asked ████ and ███████, and they feel it too. I'm not sure if it's because we killed that young man in cold blood or the fact that we left him in there to die. The Doc is trying to play counselor, keeps saying it's the post-traumatic stress talking, that she understands why we did what we had to do. I don't think she believes herself. I want to tell her I regret killing that boy, but I don't. It was either him or us. I've done my share of bad deeds for the Foundation, but there's something about this place we're stuck under that makes me sick to my stomach. For once, maybe we aren't the bad guys. I don't know. Maybe I should have put that boy out of his misery. Entry 01-02: There's a lump in my throat. Each time I take a drag, my hands shake and my throat constricts. It's making the coughing worse, but the Doc's examined me multiple times, claims nothing wrong with me, physically at least. Maybe she's right and it's just the nerves, of not knowing what might happen next: to us, the six million souls above; to me. The only news we've heard is that the government is mobilising. We hear rumblings above, deeper and louder by the day. It's like waiting for a depth-charge to go off in your face. But we're grounded in Site-65. The Doc says it's far too dangerous to risk another expedition to the surface. I blame myself, partly. In between the coughing fits late into the night, I see the young man reaching out to me. I don't know what else I could have done. Entry 01-03: It's been more than a week since our expedition into SCP-4783. The Doc says she still doesn't know what caused those people to die. I don't know what else to tell her, 'cept the place was humid as hell, smelled of sweat, urine and dried blood, as though someone had vomited over a crime scene one too many times. I found specks of red on my napkin the other day. ████ and ███████ caught sight of it before I could hide it. F*ck. They're gonna hide my smokes again. Meanwhile, I see the Doc's eyes growing with concern during our weekly check-ups: she doesn't know what's wrong with me but she knows it's because she sent us in. F*ck, my throat's scratchy as hell. Need to start writing these things down instead. Entry 01-04: Shit. Doc visited me in the hospital today, said the government wants a meeting, specifically with the team who went into SCP-4783 more than a month ago. It means they know we were there. Not sure what else they know though. I ask her if it's a good idea, but she says she doesn't have a choice: the Foundation had exhausted every lead with SCP-4783. But I also sensed the tone in her voice — she means they don't know what's happening to me. I've marked the location of the rendezvous below. It's the Merlion, a half-lion, half-fish symbol of Singapore. Pardon the pun, but something smells fishy. Why now? Why take the risk? The Doc tries to reassure me, says the government won't try anything, not when they know what the Foundation is capable of. Right then. Maybe the darn itch will stop once we get some fresh air. Entry 01-05: The following footage is taken from Lion-1's body-cam, roughly 12 hours later at the Merlion, located at the mouth of Marina Bay. The Merlion, the national symbol of Singapore. [Camera comes into focus: Dr. Lai stands a few feet away, shoulder-length black hair. She's looking out at the Bay, where the crowds are taking photographs of the Merlion.] Dr. Lai: Everything in place? Lion-1: Snipers on the roof. Plain-clothes in the crowd. We brought an army with us, Doc, save for a tank. They won't try anything. Dr. Lai: It's 2 p.m. You're sure this is the spot? Lion-1: You see another grotesque-looking demiurge3 around here? [Camera rests on the Merlion: thirty feet tall, glistening white, water shooting rapidly from its mouth.] [Lion-1 begins coughing as the camera shakes.] Dr. Lai: Hey, you okay? [Lion-1 wipes his mouth with the back of a hand. There are droplets of blood on his glove.] Lion-1: Fine. How do we identify these contacts of yours? Dr. Lai: We just have to be patient. They told us that— [The noise from the crowd suddenly drops. All around, people begin to walk off in an orderly fashion, fading around the buildings as if on command. Only the hundred or so MTF soldiers are left standing in the square. The Merlion's spout can be heard loudly crashing into the sea.] [Lion-1 draws his weapon but begins to hack. The camera shakes as three men approach from under the bridge, dressed in plain white shirts and black pants.] Dr. Lai: Stop, or my men will open fire. [Lion-1 motions for the MTF to take firing positions. The three men stop some thirty feet away.] Dr. Lai: Identify yourselves. Unknown Man #1: You know who we are, as we know whom you represent. Dr. Lai: Then you know not to mess with us. We know all about the building along ████ ████ Rd. We also know what happened to the people within— [The doctor is interrupted by Lion-1's violent coughing. Camera footage shakes left and right as Lion-1 collapses onto a nearby railing.] [One of the unknown men bursts into laughter.] Unknown Man #2: Do you now? Perhaps the Foundation should get its internal affairs in order before meddling in ours, no? [Dr. Lai holds her ground, glancing at Lion-1 as MTF help him to his feet. The camera feed gazes up at the Merlion, still vomiting seawater by the gallon.] Dr. Lai: You said you can help him. If anything happens to him, I swear to god— Unknown Man #3: I think you misunderstood the nature of our meeting. We said we knew what's wrong with him. We never said we would help. Dr. Lai: If you kill one of us, our retribution will be swift. Unknown Man #1: Our dynasty has stood the test of time, the mantle passed down from father to son, whilst you and your Foundation have floundered in the dark, chasing ghosts beneath our feet. Do you think we fear you? [Unknown Man #2 gestures to Lion-1, who's now wheezing heavily on his knees.] Unknown Man #2: You brought this upon yourselves the moment you interfered in our affairs, had the audacity to murder one of our own. This is the result of spilling blood upon sacred ground. [Lion-1's body convulses violently, as he retches out towards the sea. Black, pus-like globs of tissue are expunged from his mouth before he collapses to the ground, clutching at his throat.] [Dr. Lai rushes over, a horrified expression on her face. However, Lion-1's breaths begin to stabilise, till he draws a long, deep breath of air, his lungs apparently cleared of any blockage.] Dr. Lai: What is this?? What do you want from us?! Unknown Man #1: An eye for an eye. Unknown Man #2: A throat for a throat. Unknown Man #3: A life for a life. Unknown Man #1: He stole a life from us — a life that would have matured into a Singaporean son. The young man would have married, started a family, had kids, lived to a ripe, old age before dying in his own little HDB flat. Unknown Man #2: You took from us a life of productivity, proclivity and profits. Unknown Man #3: And our investors demand repayment. [The MTF notice they've been surrounded by a large ring of soldiers, which far outnumbers them.] Dr. Lai: <shaky> What are your terms? Unknown Man #1: You will cease meddling in our affairs. Unknown Man #2: If you do not, we will find your little underground facility, and you will suffer the same fate as those in your so-called SCP-4783. [Dr. Lai pauses for about ten seconds. She glances at Lion-1, who gives her a small nod.] Dr. Lai: Very well. We accept. [The soldiers raise their weapons at Lion-1, who takes in one final breath of air.] [They open fire. The camera drops to the ground and remains motionless.] Concluding Notes by Dr. Lai: I had no choice. They would have killed us all. Autopsy report of Lion-1 shows the same alteration of his respiratory system but over a longer period of time. He must have triggered some kind of ritual when he killed that young man in SCP-4783-1. We don't know how far this goes up the chain or how many thousands of deaths have been covered up by anomalous health conditions over the years. We don't know how many instances of SCP-4783 are out there. But the Foundation will not stand by and watch as an entire nation carves up its citizens for the benefit of a few. There is a difference between sacrifice and murder. I hope Lion-1 understood that. A snapshot of Singapore's rapidly expanding urban landscape. Footnotes 1. An underground facility located in the vicinity of Singapore. 2. A colloquial term for not wanting to get in trouble. Literal translation: "Scared of dying." 3. A mystical creature traditionally associated with Yaldabaoth. |
SCP-4784 | euclid | Nihilist anart gone awry, intertwined with inexplicable small-town Canadiana. Item#: 4784 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Two undercover Security Officers stationed at Provisional Containment Area-94 will conduct perimeter checks at dawn and dusk. In the event of suspected damage or trespass, staff will equip SCRAMBLE1 gear before conducting an advanced sweep and re-establishing containment. When SCP-4784-1 is not undergoing testing, the anomaly is to be concealed beneath a weighted blackout tarp, secured at each corner by a steel peg. Crossing the ten-meter safety demarcation line without SCRAMBLE protection is strictly prohibited. Personnel with histories of depression, dissociation, and/or suicidal ideation are strongly discouraged from entering Area-94. Opening title card. Closing title card. Description: SCP-4784 is a one-hectare parcel of land thirteen kilometers southeast of Hornor's Crossing, Ontario, fully enclosed by the Area-94 perimeter fence. Most territory within SCP-4784 is dense with trees, with the exception of a meadow at the approximate center of the property, thirty meters across at its widest point. As surrounding terrain is dominated by forest, brush and swampland, this area can be reached solely by controlled roadway, while the interior meadow is accessible by footpath. SCP-4784-1 is an anomalous art installation at the center of the meadow, angled away from the secure point of entry. The focal point of the piece is an artificial rendering of a solid-state console television with a thirty-two-inch color screen and integrated speakers. It is positioned on an inclined stone plinth, three feet at its highest elevation, surrounded by a bed of artificial red roses. While all of the above objects are superficially identical to mundane analogues, they are completely immune to erosion by weather, resist attempts at manual interference, and defy material analysis. Additionally, the articulated dials on the television's "control panel" serve no function, and the thorns on the artificial roses have sharpness comparable to razor wire. These anomalies can thus be described as simulacra: creative representations of real objects. The television screen integrated in SCP-4784-1 will remain inert unless the anomaly detects physical motion within a radius of fifty meters, at which point it will enter its active state. The anomaly begins displaying a multitude of audiovisual patterns coordinated with interlocking anomalous effects, broadly designated SCP-4784-2: Phase Display Effect Attract Sequence Sustained bursts of audiovisual static, interspersed with assorted still images of landscapes (predominantly forest, arctic, desert, and ocean scenes), extreme close-ups of human features, mineral compositions, and rendered fractals. Any unprotected observers with a clear line of sight are affected by a mild compulsion2 to draw nearer. Anyone approaching within five meters of the screen will become an instance of SCP-4784-2σ, vulnerable to the anomaly's Primary Sequence. Beyond this stage, instances will not look away unless a third party physically intervenes, breaking the trance. Opening Sequence Fade through black to resolve on a title card. The text reads: "UNWINDING" "A Film by The Developer" The background is a swimming, textured field of blue and green, interspersed with random noise. SCP-4784-2σ will adopt a stationary position, sitting or standing, and maintain visual contact with the screen. Primary Sequence Semi-individualized presentation of still images and video, five minutes and twenty-three seconds in length. For the first two minutes, SCP-4784-2 displays reactive visuals based on the subject's personal life, cultural background, and historical period. After the first forty-six seconds, these are rapidly and increasingly juxtaposed with renderings of human suffering, violence and social neglect,3 interspersed with images of undisturbed natural habitats. After two minutes and twenty-three seconds, the timescale increases dramatically, with stylized visuals alluding to the passage of evolutionary, geologic, and cosmological time; recorded imagery alludes to the evolution of single-celled organisms4, the formation of the Milky Way galaxy5, and the cosmic "Dark Age".6 01:20: Third-party intervention is rendered impossible as SCP-4784-2σ begins to "fade" from material existence. This effect begins in the head and torso, which become increasingly translucent, spreading outwards to the extremities in irregular waves. 02:31: SCP-4784-2σ begins to "despool" along their central axis in a manner similar to textiles or film reels being unwound. An expanding, continuous "strip" of the body becomes entirely translucent, while the remainder is gradually overwritten by static. 03:52: At approximately 30% visibility, SCP-4784-2σ begins to ripple and tear vertically in a manner similar to television scan lines. This effect intensifies until SCP-4784-2σ dematerializes completely at 05:23. Concluding Sequence Iris out on a blooming rose, surrounded by an expanding ring of cursive text: "If Only It Were The End…" "Are We Cool Yet?" Fade to black. None. Secondary Sequence Iris in on a rose dying, then coming back to life in reverse. Individualized presentation plays in accelerated reverse speed, compressed to ninety-two seconds in length. None. Instances of SCP-4784-2σ interrupted prior to the Primary Sequence experience severe disorientation, mild derealization and depressive symptoms for approximately three hours, but suffer no long-term damage. Despite the implication that dematerialized instances of SCP-4784-2σ are intended to rematerialize after the Secondary Sequence, such an effect has never been observed by Foundation staff. SCP-4784-3 is a simulated document on the outer perimeter of the meadow, adjacent to the entry footpath. The object physically resembles a leather-bound guestbook with glossy paper, resting atop a pedestal in an open position; however, the anomaly does not have any pages beyond its surface. SCP-4784-3 will update with the full legal names of any dematerialized instances of SCP-4784-2σ. Upon initial containment, it carried the following message: UNWINDING Featuring Special Guest Stars: Clementia Schweiger Toni Vitela Kathleen Stich David Aylmer Brock Devon Sundi I didn't realize. I'm so sorry. I don't want to be cool. Goodbye. Anna Bojarski Prior to its acquisition by the Foundation, SCP-4784 was owned by "Apollinaire Acquisitions", a defunct front company tied to anomalous artist collective "Are We Cool Yet?" The five "guest stars" listed above have been linked to various AWCY cells across North America. Schweiger, Brock, and Sundi were all graduates of Deer College, and lived together in Three Portlands until their disappearance in 2008. This was previously attributed to death by suicide due to a co-signed, handwritten message found in their home. According to extant records, Anna Bojarski was a sophomore student at Deer College until she stopped attending anart classes in 2008. Bojarski was struggling in all her coursework and was behind on tuition payments at the time of her disappearance; other identifying information pertaining to Bojarski is missing from her student file, and no photographic evidence has been found in any Deer College yearbooks. At this time, the Foundation believes that Anna Bojarski (AKA "The Developer") was a casualty of her own prototype at a closed exhibition facilitated by AWCY. Addendum 4784-1: Pre-Recovery Log ("Stark Collection Tip") Addendum 4784-1: Pre-Recovery Log ("Stark Collection Tip") The first evidence of SCP-4784 was discovered in a photo album assembled by Luther Stark (1953-2015), an underground documentarian with known anartist ties. Stark's collection contained photographic and illustrative evidence of more than thirty anomalies, ██ of which were hitherto unknown to the Foundation. The album was recovered by members of MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") following a telephone tip by PoI-69667 on 2019/07/03: <Begin Call> Operator: You've reached the NYC Information Desk. How can I help you? PoI-6966: Hi! My name is Wren Masterson. "Did you know that world-renowned writer Stephen King…" (pause) Uh, actually, no. Bad idea. Operator: Ma'am? PoI-6966: Nope, not a "ma'am". This line does "lost and found", right? Well, I've definitely found… something. Operator: Sir, that's not… PoI-6966: Not a "sir", either, please stop guessing. (pause) I was going through the stacks in the NY Public Library, minding my own business, and this thing was on the shelf. Photo album. Really jumped out at me. (pause, followed by sigh) Wow, this NSA shit takes a while huh. Don't mind me, I'm just gonna start rattling off some names from this book. Operator: Wh- PoI-6966: Luisa Bellocchio. "TAZ-018". "The Spider and The Fly". Uh, a whole lot of these are signed "Are We Cool Yet?" and most of them look… unpleasant. "Treachery of Euclids", what the fuck is that, a Magritte pastiche? Weak. Professor Xorkanoff… well, he looks chill, at least. Operator: I'm not sure what y- [The operator is disconnected by Foundation AI ATLS-12, which has traced the call to a pay phone near the New York Public Library.] PoI-6966: Finally. Howdy, officers. [There is an audible mechanical click. The rest of PoI-6966's speech contains background noise consistent with a mundane microcassette recording.] PoI-6966 (playback): Never thought this day would come. I've found something weird and artsy and interesting that is definitely not for public consumption. Hell, I don't even want it in my library, let alone the NYPL, but I can't return it to the shelf, because that would be irresponsible, and I can't destroy it, because this could obviously be useful to someone and I have certain problems with bookburners! It's a conundrum. Solution: give it to y'all. Consider it a gift. Been hearing horror stories about janitors for more than a decade, but you're supposedly about containment, and flipping through this book, I see things that should absolutely be contained, if they aren't already. Maybe it'll help if you have an index, even if this one is, like… "Tourist Grandpa's Artsy Guide to Trigger Warnings". Yeesh. I'm going to bag this thing and leave it under the bench, right by this phone, and you can come get it. I'll be long gone, of course. I don't want you to grab me again… what, did you really think I wouldn't notice a fat twelve-hour gap in my memory? I might be a little scatterbrained, but I'm not stupid. I'm actually quite careful, and to the best of my knowledge, there's only one thing that's really, truly missing from my collection. Given how I lost it, y'all have almost certainly got it packed away in a white box somewhere. Yeah? There's a quid pro quo, you see. I want my Dead Kennedys album back. [There is another click, then a clattering noise, as the phone is returned to its cradle.] <End Call> Addendum 4784-2: Interview Log ("Tilford's Folly") Addendum 4784-2: Interview Log ("Tilford's Folly") During initial containment, Foundation assets sought background information from local residents under the auspices of Standard Cover Story 302 ("Legal Eagles"), presenting themselves as representatives of the Ontario government. The following transcript summarizes a 2019/07/20 interview between Agent Calvin Harris and by Felix Kipp, local branch librarian and amateur historian, whose domicile was three kilometers west of SCP-4784. <Begin Log> Agent Calvin Harris: Thank you for agreeing to speak with me, Mr. Kipp. Felix Kipp: Oh, it's my pleasure. We don't get a lot of new faces in these parts, and my patrons have heard all the best stories already. Multiple times, in fact. (laughing) How can I help you today? Harris: Well, my ministry is looking into some land use and zoning irregularities. Do you know anything about a plot of land a few kilometers east of your property? It was purchased by a private company in 2008. Kipp: You mean Tilford's Folly. Sure. I would never have realized anyone owned it, if not for Myra, the county clerk; she filled me in. (pause) At length. Harris: (shuffling papers) I wasn't aware it had a local name. What can you tell me about it? Kipp: Nothing, really. Everyone knows it, but no one visits. Nothing to see. The terrain is too rough for development, so nobody bothers trying. Harris: Have you ever seen anyone in or around "Tilford's Folly"? Kipp: Nope. Harris: Are you sure? I understand there are a lot of deer around here. Maybe hunters- Kipp: (laughing) No, no. Nobody hunts in Tilford's Folly. Not for a very long time. (pause) Actually, do you want to hear the story behind the name? I warn you, it's a little… strange. Harris: Absolutely. Weird tales are my favorite. Kipp: (laughing) To each their own. I prefer conventional mysteries over urban legends; they've got nice neat endings, and this one is something of an anticlimax. (clearing throat) Regardless. That place is called "Tilford's Folly" because of a murder, back in the winter of 1886. Nobody around here actually knew the victim; he was just a dead body, blasted close-range with a shotgun.8 Not even buried, just dumped on some fallen branches. It took them a while to figure out who he was, and even when they did, the circumstances didn't make a lot of sense. Samuel Tilford was an Englishman. He was privileged, if not truly affluent, but he was also a disaffected romantic type who wanted to make his own way. According to his family in Britain, Tilford corresponded with a landowner outside Hornor's Crossing — a farmer who couldn't handle the whole job on his own, and was looking for a partner. Tilford traveled to Canada, spent a few days in Niagara Falls, and then boom! Dead in the swamp, like he dropped out of the sky. The next month9, the police declared they'd nabbed the perpetrator. Claimed that he lured Tilford to Hornor's Crossing as a sort of investment scam: there was no farm, no house, just a victim with money and a man who wanted it. This man met up with Tilford, took him on a "hunting trip" to show him the surrounding territory, then blew his guts out and left him dead in the woods. There was a confession, a trial, a hanging, and a burial. Then it was done, and there didn't seem to be any point to any of it. Hence, "Tilford's Folly". A senseless waste of life. (pause) Now… the strange part. Everyone knows about the murder around here, because it's the most memorable chapter of our town's history. But absolutely no one knows the murderer. Harris: I thought you said he was caught, tried and executed. Kipp: Oh, he was! It was in all the papers, along with details of the confession. Lots of people turned up to watch the hanging, and they all reported the same thing: the killer asphyxiated on the gallows.10 But in all the documents I've ever seen, primary and secondary, contemporaneous or otherwise, no one refers to the man by name. He's always "the accused", or "the murderer", or "the convict". Harris: Photographs? Descriptions? Kipp: None. Some claim that there was a painting, completed sometime after the trial, but nobody's ever found it. There'd be all sorts of hullabaloo if they did! Harris: Was the killer buried near here? Kipp: The body was supposedly interred in the prison cemetery, but all those graves are marked, and he's not there. They did a site survey in the sixties. Nothing. Harris: So… there's no physical evidence of the perpetrator? What about the victim? Kipp: Oh, there was definitely a victim. There are photographs of the scene, and of the cadaver. That's how they identified Samuel Tilford, actually; they put a picture in the paper, and after he was recognized, they sent the body back to England, where he was buried in a family plot. Harris: What about Tilford's correspondence with the killer? Kipp: The letters have never been found. It's all based on the family's written testimony. Harris: Huh. You weren't kidding about it being strange. (pause) Any theories? Kipp: (laughing) Well of course! There are lots. All conjecture. None actually track. Harris: Some kind of cover-up? Kipp: Obviously, since the killer has been so thoroughly erased. I'm tempted to draw a parallel between this and those awful shootings I see on the news; they censor the perpetrator's name, to deny them glory or satisfaction or notoriety. Harris: This was only one death, though. Kipp: Yes, that's where the parallel falls apart. This crime was shocking, but not truly grotesque, more… inelegant. Leaving a corpse in a clearing when there's swamp and brush all around, that's rather clumsy. As for the parties involved, neither men were known in town, but Samuel Tilford was a novelty. An Englishman, dead in Canada! Great Scott, by jove, and other such things! The press was beside themselves and the authorities needed a perpetrator. Tilford certainly didn't shoot himself out there in the swamp, dump his own body, and dispose of the gun. Now, I do like mysteries, but I don't have much regard for police. (pause) Don't make that face at me, young man, I know what I've seen and I know what I've read. Police detectives close cases, it's what they do. They take a smattering of clues and try to piece them into a convenient whole, and it doesn't always work, because they don't really care about being right, just being done. Whether they solve anything is another question entirely. I think the most plausible explanation for all this mystery is just… they caught someone. Not necessarily someone guilty. They beat a confession out of him. It didn't make sense, but it stuck, so he hanged. They may not have been ashamed, but… they certainly covered their tracks. [The interviewee's dog enters the room. Becoming aware of Agent Harris, the dog barks twice, then approaches.] Kipp: Oh, and here's Ben! Sorry, don't mind him — he's friendly, just old and blind. Harris: No need to apologize, sir. May I pet him? Kipp: By all means. Harris: Well, I very much appreciate the background information. I do have another question, though. Kipp: Shoot. Harris: During our site survey, we found a… junk heap, out in "Tilford's Folly". It was covered up with a tarp and a layer of netting, secured with cinderblocks. Kipp: Oh? Left by those absentee owners, no doubt. Harris: That's what we think. (pause) You're certain that you've never seen anyone near that property? No hunters, no maintenance men, nobody? Kipp: Absolutely. The view from my window is hardly universal, but it's generally pretty peaceful. Not a lot of movement over there, aside from deer, squirrels and birds. Harris: See, that's very odd, because the property was purchased in 2008. The tarp and net are weathered, but they're definitely not that old. (pause) In fact, according to a tag in the lining, the tarp was made in 2012. Kipp: Hmm. Are you suggesting that someone's been… wandering around out there? (pause) Heavens! I really ought to lock my doors. Ben isn't a very good guard dog. <End Log> Closing Statement: The above historical details regarding "Tilford's Folly" have been independently corroborated by Foundation researchers. The 1886 death of Samuel Tilford and the murderer's subsequent capture and execution were extensively documented in the contemporary press, yet no documentary or material evidence of the killer's identity has been found. Felix Kipp died in a household accident three days after his interview with Agent Harris. Forensics specialists ruled the incident non-anomalous, and the Foundation has since acquired the property as a discreet Observation Post overlooking Area-94. Addendum 4784-3: Memorandum ("Backscatter") Addendum 4784-3: Memorandum ("Backscatter") Our theory is that "Tilford's Folly" is the narrative backscatter from a vastly overpowered pataphysical weapon. I can't provide you with a full and thorough explanation of how it works, because said knowledge would probably kill us too; here's a nice safe analogy, instead. Imagine a pistol. Pick it up and put it to your temple and pull the trigger. You are dead. End scenario. Now obviously, you aren't dead, because this is a thought experiment. But what if you don't know that? What if this takes place within a simulation so perfect, you fervently and completely believe in your own death? Well, it still won't kill you, because you are real and the pistol is not. Thinking about suicide is painful, and that anguish grinds people down, but ideation is not action, and we cannot destroy ourselves with fictional bullets. Except these people did. How? Rather than a pistol, imagine a shotgun. This death would be messy, and I don't just mean gory: pellets would bounce around everywhere, and since they're tougher and faster than anything nearby, they would get embedded in the surrounding crime scene. "Tilford's Folly" is that crime scene. Some mystery man may have pulled a trigger in 1886, but Unwinding was the shotgun, and it was fired in 2008. We could accurately term this a retrocausal effect, but Unwinding is not a time machine; it is art, and art has fewer rules. Look at the parallels. These deaths were all staged in an open, natural space; no victims were local to Hornor's Crossing, but we know about their lives; the same cannot be said of the perpetrator in 1886, or Anna Bojarski. With those gaps in her student record, we have no biographical information, no photos, no known address. The only thing left is "The Developer's" imaginary shotgun, an infinite supply of conceptual ammunition… and a cluster of plot holes where people used to be. Don't look in the chamber. This show may not end with a literal bang, but it definitely ends. - Dr. Michelle Wilkes, Department of Pataphysics Footnotes 1. SCRAMBLE sets are computer-assisted eyepieces which automatically identify and obscure hostile memes and cognitohazards before they reach the viewer's optic nerve. 2. Analogous to the "high place phenomenon" (HPP), a momentary urge to jump from precarious heights, experienced throughout the general human population. 3. Derived from newsreel footage, documentaries, and other material available to the civilian population. 4. 3.5 ± 0.3 billion years ago. 5. 8.8 ± 1.7 billion years ago. 6. Beginning approximately 377,000 years after the Big Bang, before the formation of the first stars. 7. Wren Masterson (AKA "steakshift"), member of GoI-5869 ("Gamers Against Weed"), self-described "indie librarian". 8. On or around February 3, 1886. 9. March 17, 1886. 10. April 1, 1886. User 24d6bd73a8132dc4ea3737627ff42a96_1734915507 Password dbb0c8a6e4e86e9ecd68368a76d16ef4_1734915507 Login Logout whistl_stahp has joined the chat. steakshift: yo whistl_stahp: hi. whistl_stahp: what happened to the old server? steakshift: fried it. opsec. you can call this… backchannel 2 whistl_stahp: I'm kinda surprised you bothered. whistl_stahp: you could easily have pretended this never happened. steakshift: nope! quid pro quo. you helped trick the janitors and i owe you steakshift: otherwise, mission complete! black box sealed, problem solved whistl_stahp: are you kidding? NOTHING was solved! what about your mentor? steakshift: Felix was murdered. then he wasn't. steakshift: im having a hard time with that but its done steakshift: you should try to move on whistl_stahp: can't. there are a ton of loose ends. steakshift: such as whistl_stahp: did you ever go back to Deer College? steakshift: haven't set foot in 3ports since 2008 whistl_stahp: not even to destroy evidence? steakshift: nope. old flesh is dead, couldn't risk being recognized whistl_stahp: how many pictures of Unwinding in the Stark album? steakshift: three whistl_stahp: you're sure? steakshift: duh, i put em there whistl_stahp: o k a y whistl_stahp: what happened to Kipp's dog? Ben, the yellow lab? steakshift: idk? maybe he wandered off, got lost. poor old guy :( whistl_stahp: you said every detail was important whistl_stahp: so how did the blind dog get outside when all the doors were closed? steakshift: that's steakshift: a good question steakshift: plot hole maybe whistl_stahp: ughhh I can't even tell if you're joking. whistl_stahp: actually, for that matter whistl_stahp: when we planned this spy shit, you said there were no historical or cultural precedents in the Crossing whistl_stahp: did you FORGET about the murder right there in Tilford's Folly? whistl_stahp: with a perp and a painting NO ONE has ever seen? steakshift: the what in where steakshift: youve lost me whistl_stahp: wait you actually don't know? whistl_stahp: Felix Kipp never told you about Tilford's Folly? steakshift: wtf is Tilford's Folly? |
SCP-4785 | keter | Item #: SCP-4785 Special Containment Procedures: Unfortunately, SCP-4785 is not able to be contained. However, SCP-4785 seems to be limited to Site-31. I will take any action necessary to keep it there. Some notes: Look like you're doing work, whatever's happening, they can't tell between me doing actual documentation and me writing Lorem Ipsum into Word. I've used trial and error to figure out that 2 hours of work to 1 hour of investigation is usually a good ratio. Security camera in Hall C3 is broken. There's a pretty accessible vent there that connects with Break Room 3. Use it if you don't want them to get footage of you sneaking around. Try to avoid conversation about SCPs, just keep it pedestrian. Just spew some shit about the Dodgers, it's not like they'll correct you. Whatever you do, don't let them see you getting into Break Room 3. Description: SCP-4785 is the phenomenon that has affected all personnel at Site-31. For reasons unknown, the only person unaffected by SCP-4785 is me. SCP-4785 causes slurred speech, slowing of thought, loss of memory, loss of intelligence, loss of personality, and other potential symptoms that I do not know of yet. This phenomena appears to be centered around Break Room 3, as they become uneasy when I bring it up, and defend it with some level of hostility. Addendum 01: My name is Researcher Jacob R. Dylan. I've been working with the Foundation for eight years, and I've been stationed at Site-31 for two. My clearance level is 2/3662. I first noticed something was up when I arrived at work and everybody was moving around like the life was drained out of them. It's an office environment, but this was a new level of foot-dragging. Whenever I tried to talk to somebody, they either just shrugged it off or grunted in response. Later that day, I went to the break room to get some coffee. Dr. Jameston tells me that I can't go into the break room. I ask him why. He just stares me down. When I try to get past him, he pulls a knife, so I defuse the situation, telling him that I'll go to Break Room 2. He puts down the knife, and I walk away. Now they've done a site lockdown out of nowhere. Nothing's going in, nothing's going out, not even information. The cognitohazard locks are on as well. I'm gonna try to investigate whatever's happening here. I opened up this file to store whatever I find out in this, and I've locked it under "potential memetic contagion" so I should be the only one who can get in. Unless Director George or RAISA decides to audit the file, I should be safe. I have a tape recorder that I brought to do interviews with the people who got stuck inside of SCP-3662 a while back. I'll find it and try to give an example of these people. Addendum 02: Interview Log + Interview Log 4785-01 - Interview Log 4785-01 Transcript Generated by TSATPWTCOTTTADC.aic Researcher Dylan: <Whispering.> Testing, testing… good, looks like it's working. Alright, uh, begin interview log. <Rustling sound, presumably from audio recorder being placed into Researcher Dylan's coat pocket. Researcher Dylan then approaches another researcher, presumably Dr. Tragall due to corresponding security camera footage.> Researcher Dylan: Hey there! How's your day going? Dr. Tragall: My day is proceeding along well. I have contained several SCP objects today. <It is of note that Dr. Tragall speaks in an unusually monotone voice.> Researcher Dylan: Great to hear. So, have you noticed anything… different around here, recently? Feels like there's… something in the air, you know? Dr. Tragall: No. Researcher Dylan: Hah. Uh, you said you were containing SCPs? What did you do to contain them? Dr. Tragall: That's classified. Researcher Dylan: Oh, ok. Anyways, I'm gonna head off to Break Room 3 and enjoy— Dr. Tragall: <Interrupting.> You cannot enter Break Room 3. Researcher Dylan: Oh, why not? Isn't it— Dr. Tragall: It is classified. <Dr. Tragall speaks with a more agitated tone than before.> Researcher Dylan: Alright, then. Thanks for talking with me. Addendum 03: I showed the tape from above to TSAT, the site AIC. He's convinced that there's something going on, and he's going to help me. There's a way to get into Break Room 3. In Hall C3, there's a broken security camera next to a vent that I could crawl through to the room. I think I might be able to get in there, I'm slim enough. I don't know why they keep going inside Break Room 3 or why I'm not allowed in, but I intend to find out. Addendum 04: This goes a lot deeper than I thought. I crawled through the vent, and the minute I stepped in I felt something was off. You know that feeling you get when you see a picture of some abandoned cult house, or watch a movie and feel the creeps even though nothing was happening? It was sort of like that. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, though. Just the old break room that I remember. Then, I heard a humming coming out of one of the lower cabinets, under one of the tables. Like something was vibrating. I opened it up, and there was a black void in the cabinet. Not a metaphor, just a blackness inside the cabinet, like a curtain. I stuck my hand in, and it felt chilly, like ice water. So I crawled into the cabinet, straight into the blackness. It was completely dark on the inside, and I was able to stand up. The floor was covered with some kind of slime that smelled like battery acid. I walked until I felt a metal wall on the other side of the room. I walked along the wall, around the room. That place has got to be at least 20 feet by 20 feet. I jumped, but I couldn't reach the ceiling. Eventually, I found the hole where I came from, and crawled back out of the cabinet. I didn't investigate further; I didn't have a light, and I didn't want to be caught by SCP-4785. I can't get an MTF to explore the cabinet, so I guess I'll do it myself. They all still sleep in the site dormitories; I can hide in the vent before that happens, and then get into the cabinet. I have a flashlight, and TSAT helped me get ahold of one of the fancy computerized audio recorders, the kind that the MTFs use, so I'll bring that in to make sure I capture everything. If I don't record in this file again, I died inside of the cabinet. Wish me luck. Addendum 05: Incursion Logs Initial Exploration "Cube" Incursion 1 "Cube" Incursion 2 "Sphere" Incursion More by notgull More by notgull SCPs notgull's Proposal Rating: 586 SCP-3733 Rating: 378 SCP-3095 Rating: 358 SCP-4804 Rating: 280 SCP-4800 Rating: 278 SCP-2785 Rating: 278 SCP-4348 Rating: 257 SCP-4048 Rating: 205 SCP-4688 Rating: 196 SCP-3362 Rating: 186 SCP-579-J Rating: 186 SCP-5800 Rating: 182 SCP-4785 Rating: 176 SCP-3339 Rating: 165 SCP-3747 Rating: 164 SCP-4248 Rating: 160 SCP-4948 Rating: 156 SCP-199 Rating: 128 SCP-3296 Rating: 124 SCP-4800-J Rating: 120 SCP-7234 Rating: 119 SCP-4799 Rating: 119 SCP-3485 Rating: 110 SCP-5981 Rating: 107 SCP-4808 Rating: 103 SCP-3833 Rating: 95 SCP-3748 Rating: 93 SCP-4148 Rating: 88 SCP-5054 Rating: 87 SCP-5025 Rating: 86 SCP-1037 Rating: 77 SCP-093-J Rating: 74 SCP-1684 Rating: 68 SCP-5680 Rating: 64 SCP-4872 Rating: 62 SCP-3248 Rating: 60 SCP-6904 Rating: 58 SCP-5483 Rating: 37 SCP-6785 Rating: 34 SCP-4397 Rating: 30 Tales The Little Robot that Could Rating: 348 Join the Flock Rating: 166 The Siege of Site-19 Rating: 163 Tales of the Automaton: The Big Birdocalypse Rating: 143 Footage Recovered From a Private Server Rating: 115 Avian Anthology I Rating: 75 Moose on the Loose Rating: 74 My Empire of Birds Rating: 63 Document recovered from a Parallel Universe Rating: 59 Joey Fucknuts Steals The Declaration of Independence Rating: 58 Katz and Dogs Rating: 55 Your Guard Rating: 50 Vacation Opportunity Rating: 45 The Scent of a Toaster Rating: 33 Burn, Baby, Burn Rating: 29 Chasing Suns Rating: 27 Three Feet Under I Rating: 24 Wind in the Sails Rating: 23 The Shape of Water is Humanoid Rating: 23 Dead Reckoning Rating: 22 Three Feet Under II Rating: 22 Three Feet Under III Rating: 20 Forgotten Shrine Rating: 17 Down Through Rating: 16 Into the Beetle Black Yonder Rating: 16 Hyperfine Rating: 15 Don't Knock on Strange Doors Rating: 10 Other Researcher Calvin's Personnel File Rating: 91 Incident Report ████/████ Rating: 83 "Sphere" Incursion Log Rating: 52 Initial Incursion Log Rating: 50 "Cube" Incursion Log #1 Rating: 44 "Cube" Incursion Log #2 Rating: 44 SCP-093-J Recovered Documents Rating: 41 SCP-093-J Blue Test Rating: 39 SCP-093-J Purple Test Rating: 35 SCP-093-J Green Test Rating: 33 Exploration Log 4480-1 Rating: 22 See my Author Page for more information. 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Image Credit: See comments. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 5/4786 LEVEL 5/4786 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4786 Keter Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned MTF Site-54 Dr. Andreas Götz Dr. Samira Golzar Gamma-44 ("Meat Lockers") Special Containment Procedures All three instances of SCP-4786 are currently held in separate Class III humanoid containment cells at Site-54. They are to be exclusively fed a nutrient paste containing exactly 1,500 calories twice a day. Under no circumstances should they be fed more than 3,200 calories within a 24-hour period. Once a week, on a rotating schedule, each individual instance is to be taken to the garden recreational area on level 3 for 60 minutes of exercise. At no point should any instance be allowed to come into contact with each other or any artifact of Sarkic origin. Description SCP-4786-A, c. 1891 SCP-4786 is a collective designation for three nearly-identical humaniform homunculi. Due to their uniformity in appearance, alpha-designation bracelets have been locked around each of their right wrists. Each one stands at 147 centimeters and their weight has been carefully limited to 38.5 kilograms. They possess extensive biological external structures that resemble the traditional court attire of the late Qing dynasty, China. The appearance of their clothing is entirely superficial as the clothing is a biological construct and grows directly out of the homunculus itself. DNA analysis performed on all three instances indicates that they are all identical replicates of a member of the Y-chromasonal Haplogroup C-M130. While they all present with female internal and external sexual organs, their genetic makeup is entirely male. How this was accomplished is currently unknown. Additionally, magnetic resonance imaging scans reveal that they each contain several anomalous biological internal structures in addition to standard human organs. The function of these organs has not yet been ascertained, though several of them are believed to function as a type of pocket-dimensional "storage spaces". Each of the SCP-4786 instances are capable of containing vast quantities of organic matter within these extra organs. Dr. Samira Golzar1 has postulated that while these biological structures point to a Sarkic origin, they represent a level of biological sophistication not currently seen in modern Sarkic carnomancy. This indicates that any theories about the volume of organic matter currently being "stored" within SCP-4786 may be wholly inaccurate. Attached Addenda Discovery Information regarding SCP-4786 was initially recovered as part of a document-sharing program initiated in September, 1901 between the newly-formed SCP Foundation and the Abnormal Objects and Phenomenon Institute of China (中华异常事物与现象学会), a Foundation Precursor entity also known as "The Abnormality Institute (异学会)". The Institute had catalogued information about SCP-4786 as "異學叁零陸 - 娃娃慈禧太后" (Anomaly 306 - Empress Dowager Cixi Doll), but did not have SCP-4786 in custody. Initial investigation into the whereabouts of SCP-4786 was slowed by the vast quantities of data received by the Foundation during the transfers, and was ultimately put on indefinite hold by Administrative Order O5.ord.62 in August, 19022. Research into SCP-4786 was further hampered by the onset of the First and Second World Wars, and was not officially recommenced until after an inquest into anomalies located in the northern portion of the Korean peninsula was requested by the Democratic People's Republic of Korea during treaty negotiations with the Foundation in 1954. A large underground complex was located near the Koguryo Tombs in South Hwanghae Province, DPRK that had been sealed at some point prior to the events that lead to World War II and had not been reopened until the newly-established DPRK government had commissioned a survey of culturally-sensitive sites in the areas they controlled. According to records given to the Foundation regarding the initial expedition into the complex, a three-person survey team had been sent in to explore the extent of the complex but had never returned. After six days, a small detachment of soldiers from the Korean People's Army Ground Force was sent in to retrieve the team, but they were also declared lost. In October of 1954, four months after the lost KPAGF expedition was sent into the LoI-4786 complex, a six man team of the newly formed Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("The Red Right Hand")3 was sent in to explore the facility. ■ 4786.doc.01 - Video Log Transcript ■ □ 4786.doc.01 - Video Log Transcript □ Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 1954/10/22 Action Team: MTF Alpha-1 ("The Red Right Hand") Operational directive: Explore LoI-4786 & retrieve any data on missing KPAGF operatives. Team Lead: Lt. Maj. Hercule Montserrat, "Alpha" Foreword: The six man team was air lifted to the site via helicopter and spent the initial 23 minutes scouting the area surrounding LoI-4786 before entering the complex via the only located surface entrance. Team member Harold "Zeke" Thompkins, "Zeta" remained outside to act as a communications relay & reserve support. The transcript of this initial survey has been omitted for brevity. Video feed is from Major Montserrat's helmet-mounted camera. [BEGIN LOG] Alpha: Ok, Zeke, we're going in. Keep an ear on us, eh? Zeta: Sure thing, Major. I got your backs. [Major Montserrat turns towards the opening in the hillside leading into LoI-4786, where the other members of Alpha-1 can be seen. All of them are heavily armed with assault weapons, each fitted with a tactical light which they are currently directing into the opening. As the Major reaches the opening, the light reveals a set of narrow steps descending down into the darkness.] Gamma: Real inviting, isn't it boss? Alpha: Get used to it Harmonds, er, Gamma. This is what we signed up for. [Montserrat looks back in time to see Gamma give him a salute.] Alpha: You aren't an American Marine anymore, Gamma. You don't need to keep doing that. Gamma: Uh, yessir. Hard habit to break. Alpha: [Grunts in acknowledgement.] Ok, Beta, you're in first. I'll follow. Everyone else, you're after me. We have nothing in terms of intel, so keep it tight. [Montserrat nods at Beta and he moves into the tunnel, his light illuminating the first dozen steps ahead before dissipating into the darkness. After several minutes of descending the steps, the tunnel widens into a landing, large enough that the lights from the team fail to illuminate the far side.] Alpha: Hold. Zeke, can you still hear me? Zeta: There's some static, but I still got you. This comm equipment is amazing. Alpha: Only the best. We descended about 1100 steps down and into the hillside, so we're about 800 meters in, give or take. Tunnel just opened into a massive room. Floor looks to be made of some kind of highly polished marble, and- [He breaks off and the squad around him tenses and begin to pan their weapons about them into the darkness. The only sound is the quiet breathing of the team into their pickup microphones.] Alpha: Beta, you hear that? Beta: Sounds like… [short pause] Women talking. Far. To our three o'clock. This place must be huge. Zeta: I'm not picking up anything but you guys on the radio. Alpha: Stand by, Zeke. I'll keep you updated. Beta, take us towards the sound. Epsilon, you're on rear. Delta, you've got left, Gamma you're on right. Move, half pace. [The team falls into formation and begins to slowly make their way through the darkness. After a hundred or so steps, a large wooden structure can be seen in the near distance and the microphones begin to pick up the faint sounds of a female voice talking in an unknown language.] Zeta: I got it. Is that Korean? Epsilon: [whispering] No. At least, not a Korean I am familiar with. Kim4 has been grumbling about how we have been using the language wrong, but this is definitely not Korean. Mandarin, maybe? Gamma: [whispering] Do you speak that, Eps? Epsilon: [whispering] You brought me along to translate Korean, yankee-boy. I do not speak- Alpha: [whispering] Can it. Zeke, you better be recording this. Zeta: I got it boss. Haven't stopped since you went down there. Alpha: [whispering] Spread out, keep lines of sight clear. Beta, that part looks like a door. Let's see if we can get closer. Everybody else, stay here. Zeke, we've got a large wooden pagoda-like building. Highly ornate carvings along the columns, but everything looks like it's covered in dust. [Montserrat and Beta move forward; Beta pauses before stepping up onto the wooden platform surrounding the structure.] Beta: [whispering] Lots of tracks in the dust. How is this covered in the stuff and the marble isn't? [The woman's voice suddenly cuts off and Alpha makes a 'hold position' with his free hand.] Beta: What? Don't you see? There's no one here. [Beta turns to look at the wall before unstrapping his helmet and letting it fall to the ground.] Alpha: [whispering, louder] Beta. What the fuck do you think you're doing? Put your helmet on and get back here. Team, stand by. Zeke, something's up with Beta. Gamma: No, seriously, boss. I see it too. Those glyphs wouldn't still be here if there was people. [Montserrat turns in time to see Gamma remove his helmet and drop it and his firearm to the ground before stepping up to join Beta on the platform. Montserrat scans the surface of the-] [VISUAL HAZARD CONFIRMED, VIDEO DATA EXPUNGED] Alpha: Get the fuck back from the building. There's a [DATA EXPUNGED] drawn on the wall. Zeke, we're gonna need more than a six-man team on this. Beta and Gamma are locked in some sort of trance-state and are non-responsive. Epsilon: Major, there's movement at the door. [The Major looks back towards the building, blocking part of the view with his upraised hand. Two of the SCP-4786 instances can be seen moving towards Beta and Gamma, their arms raised in a welcoming gesture.] Alpha: Beta! Gamma! Get back here, now! [Both SCP-4786 instances step closer and Alpha brings his firearm to his shoulder and discharges it at one of the instances. The projectile impacts against the figure's abdomen, but it illicits no reaction.] Alpha: Free fire, don't hit our boys, concentrate on whatever those are. [The rest of the team open fire on the two instances who halt under the fusillade of oncoming projectiles. One of them turns towards the team, and the bullet impacts can be seen regenerating as quickly as they are made. It suddenly moves forward with a speed that the camera is unable to capture and Delta's scream is cut short as several thin tendrils of flesh streak forward from the instance's left hand and impale him in his throat and face.] Alpha: Out. Epsilon, you first. Go. [The tendrils attached to Delta's face and neck bulge as if something is moving within it from Delta to the instance.] Alpha: Get away from him! [The Major draws his combat knife and steps up to Delta and the instance feeding on him. He quickly draws his knife through the tendrils, neatly severing them. The thing screams and recoils from them both, and Montserrat quickly lifts Delta into a fireman's carry and hastily withdraws.] [END LOG] Afterword: Alpha, Epsilon, and Zeta were the only surviving members of the survey team. Delta never regained consciousness and succumbed to his wounds in the helicopter en route back to Pyongyang. Beta and Gamma were presumed lost and their bodies were never found in subsequent trips back to LoI-4786. An autopsy performed upon Delta revealed that significant portions of the muscle tissue in his neck, larynx, facial fascia, and a minor portion of his brain had been sliced free. This was deemed to have been caused by the serrated tongue-like appendage found within the remnants of the tendrils that the SCP-4786 instance had attached to his neck and face. Due to the significant cost involved in mounting a full-scale suppression expedition into the LoI-4786 complex, the entrance was sealed on the orders of Foundation assets within the DPRK government. A unit of Alpha-1 was also stationed at LoI-4786 disguised as members of the KPAGF. The Foundation was unable to free up the assets necessary to achieve full containment of SCP-4786 until advanced inoculation techniques were developed by the Antimemetics Department in 1962. In June of that year, a successful incursion into LoI-4786 was launched that was able to subdue and retrieve all three instances of SCP-4786 with only minor casualties.5 LoI-4786 file photo. The interior of LoI-4786 was fully mapped and was revealed to be a complex made up almost entirely by the single large cavernous space containing a full-size replica of the Palace of Heavenly Purity (also known as Qianqing Palace 乾清宫). The original palace was once the Imperial Residence during the Ming dynasty, but was reserved for more ceremonial functions during the Qing dynasty. This replica building matches the original in almost every way, with the primary difference being the tablet hung above the imperial throne. While the tablet in the original palace read "正大光明" or "let the righteous shine", the Mandarin script on this tablet was replaced with Ämärangnä6 cuneiform which reads "nälikäna sukänta ilma", which roughly translates to "with great hunger, god ascends". Further research into SCP-4786 and the LoI-4786 complex was once again put on indefinite hold until 2014, when Dr. Jaime Forrester recognized SCP-4786 as a Sarkic artifact while investigating the history of SCP-3862. After his death in 2015, his research into SCP-4786 was continued by Dr. Samira Golzar. Additional Research SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: Dr. Samira Golzar TO: Dr. Andreas Götz DATE: 2015/08/19 RE: SCP-4786 containment Andreas, I'm not sure what stroke of genius took Dr. Hong Hyun-Ki and inspired him to restrict SCP-4786's nutritional intake, but that is almost certainly what has prevented the SCP-4786 instances from attempting to escape all these years. The Foundation had almost no knowledge of the Sarkic cults in those days, but his initial hypothesis that these represented some form of directed carnomancy rather than simply the product of traditional thaumaturgy seems to have been completely correct. I think that by feeding them slightly more than their required daily caloric intake was enough to prevent them from seeking additional sustenance. The recent MRI scans I was able to make of their internal structures has been wildly useful. While there are still some structures present that I can only guess at, several of the previously-unknown organs are similar enough to some of the SK-BIO Type 006 symbiotes that we've found in other Sarkic entities. I think that some of these organisms are what allow these entities to "contain" significant flesh reserves for use in their carnomantic crafting. Additionally, I have been doing a significant amount of research into the Ämärangnä linguistic database created by Dr. Low7 and her department. We have been unable to effectively communicate with the SCP-4786 instances, and I believe that that is a result of our incorrect assumption that they have been speaking a previously unknown version of Guānhuà Mandarin. In fact, they are speaking an even older language. The other thing that the MRI scans provided is insight into how old the SCP-4786 instances actually are. I believe now that these were created at some point during the Xia Dynasty, which also matches up with some of the other evidence of Sarkic influence in China after the end of the War of the Flesh at the beginning of the 16th century, BCE. I made the Ämärangnä database available to Tianhe.aic, and he thinks that they are speaking a blended dialect of Ämärangnä and Old Chinese. I'd like permission to interview one of the SCP-4786 instances. I think that with Tianhe.aic's help, I'll be able to actually open a dialogue with SCP-4786. Samira After several failed attempts at engaging the individual SCP-4786 instances in dialogue, Dr. Golzar was given permission to conduct a video-conference interview with all three instances. Each one was moved to different secure interview chambers where video conferencing equipment had been set up to allow all four participants to see and hear one another. Dr. Golzar participated from an observation room where she could also independently monitor SCP-4786-A directly. ■ 4786.doc.02 - Interview Transcript ■ □ 4786.doc.02 - Interview Transcript □ Date: 2015/09/13 @ 13:02 Researcher: Dr. Samira Golzar Research Objects: SCP-4786-A, -B, & -C Foreword: This interview was conducted in what is believed to be the SCP-4786 instances' native language with Tianhe.iac providing translation. Several minutes of initial syncing issues and syntax modifications by Tianhe.aic have been omitted for brevity. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Golzar: I think that will just about do it. Are you able to understand me? SCP-4786-A: Yes, Dr. Golzar. SCP-4786-B: We now understand- SCP-4786-C: Your words. Dr. Golzar: Um, yes. Thank you. I'd like to ask you a few questions about your origin, if you don't mind. SCP-4786-A: Of course. SCP-4786-B: We do not mind- SCP-4786-C: Answering questions. Dr. Golzar: Ok, who are you? What are you? SCP-4786-A: 'What' is easier- SCP-4786-B: For us- SCP-4786-C: To answer. SCP-4786-A: The Lord hungered- SCP-4786-B: And we were made- SCP-4786-C: So that He/They would no longer. Dr. Golzar: Who was your Lord? SCP-4786-A: nälikä SCP-4786-B: ta SCP-4786-C: reikä [Dr. Golzar turns off her microphone and frowns at Tianhe.aic's monitor.] Dr. Golzar: Why didn't you translate that, Tianhe? Tianhe.aic: I am having a little trouble with it, Samira. nälikä ta reikä could mean "The hole that lusts", or perhaps "the opening/orifice that hungers", I am uncertain. From the context, I would assume that it means "The Mouth that Hungers". Dr. Golzar: Also, what's with the "He/They" business? Tianhe.aic: The word they are using is nisatse-änä which seems to be a portmanteau of nisu - 'woman/female', matse - "man/male", and änä - "many". [After a moment of contemplation, Dr. Golzar nods at the monitor and turns her microphone back on.] Dr. Golzar: Ok. That makes a kind of sense. How did "nälikä ta reikä" create you? SCP-4786-A: No. nälikä ta reikä- SCP-4786-B: Did not make us- SCP-4786-C: Someone else. For Him/They. Dr. Golzar: So you were made to sate the hunger of your Lord. Then what happened? SCP-4786-A: Not yet. SCP-4786-B: We still wait- SCP-4786-C: To end His/Their hunger. Dr. Golzar: You have been waiting a long time. SCP-4786-A: Yes. It has been long. SCP-4786-B: But we will wait- SCP-4786-C: Only a short time now. Dr. Golzar: What do you mean, only a short time? SCP-4786-A: He/They stirs. SCP-4786-B: Our creator went- SCP-4786-C: To find the Others. [END LOG] Afterword: After this exchange, the SCP-4786 instances refused to give any more information about either nälikä ta reikä their creator, or the "others" spoken of. After several more abortive attempts to get the instances to give more information, Dr. Golzar terminated the interview and SCP-4786 was returned to their rooms. Act I: Et Ecce Equus Pallidus | In Memoria, Adytum Footnotes 1. Dr. Golzar is a Research Fellow with the Department of History - Religious GoI Threat Analysis, and is an expert in Sarkic biology. 2. This order effectively froze all investigations into low-priority SCP objects until additional resources became available. 3. This was prior to their current (and permanent) assignment as the sole operational arm of the O5-Council. 4. Probably Kim Il-sung 5. Further information available in Recovery Report 4786.rep.B is available upon request. 6. The language of the Kalmaktama Empire, the ancient Sarkic homeland. 7. Dr. Judith Low, Chairperson, Department of History - Religious GoI Threat Analysis. |
SCP-4787 | esoteric-class | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following document is not an error and is not to be edited. Please do not report the SCP-4787 file to RAISA. — Dr. Kitty Kearns I shouldn't be writing this on the database, but there is a man you don't remember, and I'm going to explain why. I shouldn't be writing this. But fuck it, I want what happened to be known. If I knew, I would have. Do you remember Black Hole Road? May 18th, 2021. I was assigned to investigate a pothole in some town in New Jersey. There were witness reports of strange happenings near it, so some of us were dispatched. That's how I met Agent Brooks Wall — he was a good man; engaged, reasonable, but didn't take shit from anyone. He was the one leading the mission. So, we arrived. Our cover was as road workers sent to check up on the pothole, see if there was a logical explanation for the shit that happened. But as you can imagine, there wasn't. Things would fall in and they would not come out; not the same, anyway. Took a bit to put that bit together. There was always something similar about the two. If the input was plastic, so was the output. If the input was a small animal, so was the output. It wasn't that high-risk of an anomaly. Brooks wanted to find a way to look inside the pothole without going inside; we thought it impossible, but it wasn't that hard, not for Brooks. Stuck his head inside with a flashlight; we learned the entire object had to enter that pothole to change. He said it was no use, he was seeing nothing but dust. As we went to help him up, his attitude changed. He wanted to go as far into the pothole without entering. It was a crazy idea — we all insisted so, but he persisted. He instructed we grab hold of his ankles and hoist him below. We were hesitant, but Brooks insisted that he "had to see what was down there". We did as he instructed, and waited. A few minutes passed. Suddenly, it was not as easy to keep a hold of him. We asked Brooks if he was okay and if he saw anything. To if he saw something: yes. But what he saw? "Something amazing. I can't let it get away from me, this could advance my career!" And he was gone. What an idiot he was, and I was an even bigger one for letting him go. There was a part of myself that knew it was a trap, but I didn't listen. It was an offer too good to pass up — I don't even remember what I saw. All I know is that, that whatever it was stole my life away from me. That pothole messes with memories — I learned this after I was affected. You don't remember what the input was once it comes out brand new — or the pothole. Out with the old, in with the new, no questions asked. Why couldn't someone have asked? I just want you to remember me as Brooks Wall. The Foundation has concluded that no subjects known as Brooks Wall or Quinn Lake (the personnel ID attached to this SCP file) are or have been employed by the Foundation. Investigations are ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4787" by Mew-ltiverse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4787. 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-4788 | euclid | Item №: SCP-4788 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4788 is contained at the centre of a six-metre-diameter refrigerated containment cell at Provisional Site-1901. All surfaces within the chamber are coated with polytetrafluoroethylene or an equivalent nonreactive substance, and the standard CCTV systems are able to retract upwards in the event that there is a risk of physical or chemical damage by the anomaly. In the event that SCP-4788 undergoes a τ Event, no personnel are to interact with it until the new flesh and limbs are entirely digested. Coinage and desiccated organs are to be removed by a member of D-Class personnel following each Event, and SCP-4788's stomach should be examined for paper buildup at least once every six events. Personnel at PS-190 are to be made aware of the possibility of SCP-4788 manifesting anywhere on the site following damage or destruction. If the cadaver is located outside of its containment chamber, it is to be relocated by the containment team as soon as feasible. Description: SCP-4788 is the taxidermied corpse of 34 year-old Dean Larson. SCP-4788 cannot be physically damaged to any significant degree; any attempts to do so will result in it demanifesting and reappearing fully repaired at Larson's former place-of-work (now Provisional Site-190). SCP-4788 will periodically (at least once per 15 days) undergo a Tau (τ) Event, signalled by slight muscle spasms and an increase in internal temperature to 38.5°C. All remaining organic tissues in the body will begin to regenerate and expand, blanketing the cadaver and any clothes or small objects touching it with a new layer of living epidermis. Any minor interaction with an area of this new skin (including slight changes in temperature or air pressure) will cause said area to develop an array of new body parts, including: Bones (joints, ribs, and spinal columns) and musculature. Numerous hoofed limbs extending from the aforementioned joints. Large, black eyes2. Mottled fur covering irregular portions of newly-formed skin. Horns extending from the forehead, temples, and roof of the mouth. Large quantities of fat and muscle packed in irregular sheets, accounting for >70% of new tissue. Between six and thirty-six supernumerary stomachs, each connected to a bovine muzzle on the body's exterior. Due to the disturbances caused by these structures a chain reaction of formation is essentially inevitable, and will halt only when the first layer of skin is completely covered with new body parts. Once this stable state is reached, the additional stomachs will begin producing large quantities of gastric acid and digestive enzymes, which the connected mouths will begin to regurgitate. Over the course of up to ninety-two hours, all new tissues (including the additional epidermis) will be entirely dissolved3. The only portions not affected by this are stomachs themselves, which will rapidly desiccate and disintegrate once disconnected from the central mass. Persons in the vicinity of the digestive portion of τ Events have reported hearing the sounds of cutlery, laughter, and muffled talking — as no attempts to record these sounds have been successful, this is believed to be an auditory hallucination induced by exposure to the solution. No waste is produced during τ Events; the acid and organic remnants will disappear through unknown means, and increasingly corrosive acids will be produced until even normally undigestible body-parts have been dissolved. Following the conclusion of the event, each supernumerary stomach will contain a small amount of British coinage, averaging £2.55. SCP-4788's original stomach, which is the only internal organ not to have been removed during the taxidermy process, will be found to contain a pay-cheque for a variable amount — extrapolation over the entirety of the anomaly's existence results in a regular income slightly above the minimum wage offered to Miller & Carter's Steakhouse employees. Notably, despite being deceased, Dean Larson was never removed from the Steakhouse's employee roster. As the restaurant closed in early 2017, three days after SCP-4788's discovery, it remains unclear whether this was a clerical error or an intentional decision. Footnotes 1. Formerly Miller & Carter's Steakhouse in Hereford, England. 2. Eyelids and lacrimal glands are occasionally formed, and complete ocular systems will rapidly blink and dilate/contract despite the lack of connecting nerves. 3. SCP-4788 will also be dissolved, but due to its self-repairing property will remanifest at PS-190 following every event, removing itself from within the new tissue in the process. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4788" by MaliceAforethought, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4788. 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-4789 | safe | SCP-4789 Item #: SCP-4789 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4789 and its DVDs are kept in a standard Safe-class locker. Description: SCP-4789 is a pair of promotional cardboard 3-D glasses produced for the 2005 movie The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl. While using SCP-4789 to view a movie, subjects often describe the experience as more 'immersive' or 'real', and report auditory and sensory hallucinations providing the sensations of rain, wind, heat, vibrations, and other stimuli in the movie viewed. Repeated uses of SCP-4789 result in anomalous effects occurring near subjects while they sleep. Subjects are never woken by these effects but report significantly improved moods after waking normally. These effects include: Sounds of indeterminate source, such as loud footsteps, roars, explosions, or engine noises. Reptilian and selachian bite marks appearing in nearby walls. Significant changes in ambient temperature. Small electrical discharges. Objects within the room moving as if underwater. Addendum: D-19060 was allowed to view a movie using SCP-4789, and equipped with a prototype OJOS Dream-Visualizer system. 4789 Dream Log ACCESS GRANTED [BEGIN LOG] Visuals suffer from slight interference. D-19060 appears to be in a large rocky plain, at night. Volcanoes can be seen in the distance, as well as a large inky black cloud taking up half the horizon and obscuring the moon. Thousands of similarly black entities of various shapes and sizes walk ahead of the cloud. A woman dressed in orange armor releases a large explosive blast from her eyes, aimed at tentacled extensions of the clouds. Beams of solid light extend from the moon, piercing the cloud. D-19060: My finger's gonna go through. D-19060 pushes his finger into his palm. The finger appears to phase through. D-19060: Alright, it worked. Wait. D-19060 looks down at his arms again, and sees that he is wearing colorful, gemstone-inlaid armor. D-19060: Oh yeah, duh. D-19060 begins to run towards the cloud. A large (~200 m) cloud arm erupts from the ground and swings in a wide arc, throwing multiple entities aside. D-19060 is knocked down from the shockwave. D-19060: Damn! A purple skinned humanoid clad in iridescent armor helps D-19060 to his feet. As a blob of dark substance is launched at the two of them, the humanoid bisects it with an oversized glaive. The halves of the blob dissipate into smoke. D-19060: Whoa, thanks, uh- Purple Humanoid: Tbil. D-19060: Tuh-bill? Tbil: There's more where that came from! Let's go make waves. Tbil runs off, and proceeds to engage other dark entities. D-19060: I need to find the commander, or leader or whatever. A volcano emerges from the ground to his left and erupts, briefly blinding him. Interference intensifies for the next minute. The OJOS system becomes warmer. D-19060: Probably that way? As he runs, D-19060 looks up and sees a flying Viking longship equipped with rocket engines, flanked by six shiny metal spacecraft, flying towards the volcano. A 500 m tall gaseous entity manifests and emerges from the cloud. The entity resembles a large three-headed dragon, with several gorilla-like arms protruding at random locations. [STATIC] A gigantic, four-armed mechanical battle suit grapples with the dragon, while the Viking ship and its escorts provide suppressing fire. D-19060 finds an abandoned motor vehicle, with one oversized wheel on front and a jet engine pointed downward on the back. He boards the vehicle and drives it towards the volcano. D-19060: I think it's safe to say I'm dreaming. [STATIC] A large blue armored tyrannosaur charges up the volcano, wielding a glowing red and black blade. On its back sits a human woman with pink hair. Woman: FORWARD! The woman stands up and runs towards the back end of the dinosaur's spine. The dinosaur whips its tail, sending the woman flying towards the dragon's head. The woman emits a bright light. Woman: Not destruction. Not a simple flame. The woman shouts, and a flare of light erupts from the volcano, enveloping both her and the dragon. [STATIC] D-19060 punches a wormlike dark entity in the face, and it explodes in a shower of seashells. A high school marching band walks forward, destroying more entities with the shockwaves emanating from their instruments. A large, wheel-shaped dark entity rolls towards D-19060, and the band scatters. Male Voice: BEGONE! A tall man wearing gemstone-covered armor and wielding a greatsword makes a crushing motion with his free hand, and a large number of green beams emanate from within the wheel entity, destroying it. D-19060 pauses. D-19060: No way… King of Greenworld? King of Greenworld: Eric! Welcome back! D-19060: I… yeah. It's me. A green glow envelops the King of Greenworld for a few seconds. King of Greenworld: The other Kings will be glad to see you once I regroup with them. D-19060: What is this place? The King of Greenworld frowns. King of Greenworld: Are you quite alright, Master Eric? I would have thought you'd know your mission front and back by now. I shall, uh, retrieve the Ancient Weaver; she will know what must be done. The King of Greenworld taps his ear. An ovoid shape made of glowing woven fibers appears in the air. The fibers separate, and the blue tyrannosaur previously seen emerges. King of Greenworld: Ancient Weaver. I will take my leave now, the Ten Gems require my backup in the magnet fields. The Ancient Weaver nods. Ancient Weaver: May your sword remain ever sharp. The King of Greenworld whistles, and a green, dragon-like creature with butterfly wings flies in. The King climbs atop the creature and flies away. The Ancient Weaver turns to face D-19060. Its left eye is mechanical and glows red, and appears to scan D-19060. Ancient Weaver: Eric. D-19060: Please, Ancient Weaver. I just want to know where I am. I haven't even thought about the King of Greenworld or his brothers and sisters since I was 14. Ancient Weaver: You dreamed them. Where did you think they went when you no longer had need of them? (pause) Something isn't right. You've been a valued warrior here for years. The Kings and Queens rally under your banner and flourish under the power of your memories. And yet… D-19060: I feel like I've seen you before. Ancient Weaver: Every soul that dreams has seen me. The Ancient Weaver holds her sword outward and twists it, causing D-19060 to become entangled by a mass of thread. She sheathes the sword, and the threads turn into crystal. At this point, the OJOS system freezes for several seconds before reconnecting. The machine is beginning to reach its tolerable heat limit. D-19060: Hey wait! Large comets composed of the dark cloud begin to fall to the ground in the distance, scattering large black scorpions upon impact. Flying fish resembling ocean sunfish arrive to engage the scorpions. Ancient Weaver: There is no time, and the darkness in the air grows stronger. If in fact you have been compromised, I will try my hardest to save you. D-19060: At least get me out of this so I can go home. Ancient Weaver: Guillermo and Wilberto were right that your people have so much to offer the world of dreams. The purity of light, the vastness of possibility, the courage and the strength to fight for what you love. Small wonder that the darkness seeks to attack you most of all. The Ancient Weaver reaches her arm out, and phases it through D-19060's head. D-19060: What the fuck? Ancient Weaver: I am not sure how much of this you will remember with this abnormality in play. If you retain anything at all, let it be that it is your duty to dream a better dream. And we in turn shall fight to make it real. The Ancient Weaver pulls a metallic thread from out of D-19060's head, causing severe static. Ancient Weaver: Ah. [STATIC] interloper. We have met before, I believe. Please do not interfere again. The Ancient Weaver turns to her right, and draws her sword in preparation. Ancient Weaver: Every thing that is or was began with a dream. And unless I, Palsinnor, stand resolute at the head of these worthy warriors, every thing will end with a nightmare. The ground shakes. The cloud parts, and a large amorphous mass with several dozen legs crawls forward. An indistinct face emerges from its front and roars loudly. The Ancient Weaver spins her sword in a circle. The crystal trapping D-19060 shatters into dust. Ancient Weaver: He reformed more quickly than we thought. King Sapphire! Jelrikam is at my position. A loud thunderclap. Ancient Weaver: Dreamwalkers, it's now or never! A large number of people, all clad in various costumes or armor, materialize behind the Ancient Weaver. Each one is wearing an instance of SCP-4789. Ancient Weaver: Dreamwalkers, summon your creations. As they once helped you when you created them, now help them, help us win this war once and for all. A man in blue armor, wielding a gigantic shard of sapphire as a sword, rides in on a large, animate stuffed turtle. He swings his sword upward, and several hundred duplicates of himself form from the ground. Meanwhile, a humanoid in a spacesuit flies down from the Moon. Ancient Weaver: (to D-19060) Either tell me to free you, or stay and fight alongside us. D-19060: (to himself) It's all coming back. (out loud) I will fight. The Ancient Weaver smiles. She draws another weapon from her back, a black stone macahuitl, and swings it in a tight pattern. Miniature solar flares fluctuate along its edges. Ancient Weaver: Dance with me again, Jelrikam, but you will not darken the stars we have earned. King Sapphire: Let us expel it from this plane. Forward! Jelrikam ejects eight of its legs, which orbit it rapidly. After accelerating, all eight legs break orbit and speed towards D-19060 and the others. King Sapphire shouts, and a wall of solid crystal blocks the legs and shatters. King Sapphire waves his sword, and the shards of sapphire spin and destroy the legs, reducing them to smoke. The Ancient Weaver vocalizes, and shimmering, spiderweb-like portals appear in a ring around Jelrikam's center. She stabs her sword into the ground and bright beams of light emerge from each portal, striking Jelrikam. A white cloud appears in the sky, and brains fall from it to hit Jelrikam, exploding on contact. D-19060 reaches down to his belt. A weapon appears that wasn't present previously, and D-19060 draws it. It is an oversized gun, with the barrel shaped like a shark head. Jelrikam charges forward, still smoking from the beams. It partially splits itself down the middle, and bolts of electricity are released. Ancient Weaver: Get down! 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Co-Author Rating KindlyTurtleClem +135 Co-Authored Hubs Team Bird Hub Co-Author Rating notgull +244 A Non-Prophet Organization Hub Co-Author Rating Uncle Nicolini +114 I, Hub (April Fools) Co-Author Rating Elenee FishTruck & Others +100 SPC Hub Co-Author Rating PeppersGhost, MrWrong, & LORDXVNV +181 Milk Hub Co-Author Rating LORDXVNV +82 Other Co-Authored Pages A Semi-Comprehensive List of Foundation Departments Co-Author Rating TopDownUnder & Dr Moned +235 Wanderers' Library Entries Page Page Info Lampyra, the Watcher Wanderers' Library Author Page Cave Story 2020 Wanderers' Depths Contest, First Place Interplanetary Colonization 2021 Scavenger Hunt Contest I'll Take You to the Parashops 2021 Scavenger Hunt Contest Talk of the Town Last Light Canon The Foolish One 2021 WanderCon ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ▷: ACCESSING FILE: IntSCPFN:/files/scp-4790/lvl=4 SCP-4790 Canon Hub » Ad Astra Per Aspera Hub » SCP-4790 ITEM: SCP-4790 LEVEL 4/4790 CLASS: pending extrasolar DISRUPTION CLASS: ekhi Alpha Centauri A and B photographed by the ESA (with the Hubble Space Telescope) and NASA. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Scientific consensus on Alpha Centauri B is to be falsified and mainstream publications altered, to explain its abnormal properties as the product of non-anomalous magnetic field disturbance. Theories on the possibility of extraterrestrial life emerging at Alpha Centauri are to be met with extreme skepticism and discredited when possible. DESCRIPTION: SCP-4790 refers to a series of abnormal phenomena associated with Alpha Centauri B (officially “Toliman”); a star 4.37 light-years from Earth. Initial Hubble observation detected a field of irregular gravitational activity surrounding Toliman, extending from 5.1 to 16 Astronomical Units.One Astronomical Unit (AU) = 149.6 million km. The average distance between the planet Earth and the Sun. away from the star. Objects within this range disobey causal laws, regularly exhibiting random fluctuations in size, composition, velocity, and ontology. In all instances, objects in Toliman's stellar neighbourhood become trapped at the edge of an unexpectedly powerful gravity well, forming a ~0.05-AU-thick debris field around the star at a distance of 0.9 AU. Mainstream astronomers assert that 45% of debris corresponds with the unexplained destruction of speculated Earth-sized exoplanet α Cen B b (unofficially “Albertus Alauda”). Many of these astronomers, however, also express considerable distress toward their findings. In a resultant study of 2 700 civilian and Foundation researchers attached to the observation of Toliman, 83% tested positive for cognitohazard infection. In response, top Extrasolar Activities officials quickly dissolved Toliman-focused projects in favour of other areas of study. The current Special Containment Procedures were then implemented. EXPLORATION: On 2 February 2020, autonomous satellite Chekhov-.009 departed.By use of the experimental Lang Distortion Drive for faster-than-light travel. on its maiden voyage to study Toliman with advanced paratechnologies — including onboard Artificially Intelligent Conscript Fledgling.aic. On 11 July, Chekhov-.009 arrived near Toliman and made confirmation of the debris field. Fledgling.aic soon received an unexpected 1 420 MHz signal burst. Counter-cognitohazard algorithms automatically filtered the signal before its contents could be translated. Fledgling.aic launched a monitoring probe on a vector to the signal's source. Located at the source was a vessel built according to a previously documented Priorihominus.ERROR 6c24: MISSING DEFINITIONS — UNKNOWN GROUP. Contact your RAISA liaison. design, displaying the outward shape of an enclosed Klein bottle. Entering the vessel, the probe encountered an internal environment containing extensive hydroponics, cryogenics, and habitation spaces, suggesting its purpose as a generation ship. On closer inspection, the probe was unable to find any signs of life, including microbial. This information, in addition to the discovery of empty data cores, suggests that the vessel has not been inhabited at any point. The probe's audiovisual feed then exhibited a disruption and broadcast images of pervasive violet light, strong visual static, and several layers of indecipherable audio. This broadcast persists despite all attempts by Fledgling.aic at powering down the probe, which cannot be recovered. Since first receiving the transmission, Fledgling.aic reports experiencing tactile sensations of fluttering in the abdomen — a symptom of human anxiety — despite lacking a physical body. The AIC also notes feelings of regret and general dread toward the state of the Alpha Centauri system. It requested to leave..Request denied. Fledgling.aic detected 160 other space-faring vessels trapped in the debris field. All vessels are of similar fabrication, suggesting each vessel is a generation ship from the same extrasolar location. All attempts at hailing these vessels have resulted in failure. ▷: UPDATE DETECTED IN: IntSCPFN:/files/scp-4790/special_containment_procedures ▷: ACCESSING UPDATE UPDATED CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES The Alpha Centauri system is under quarantine. Travel within 600 AU of Alpha Centauri AB is suspended indefinitely. Fledgling.aic is to transmit its findings to Extrasolar Activities Monitoring Station Erebus-07, located on Luna, at which point all data will be seized. All associated personnel are to then be amnesticized and transferred. Pursuant to Artificially Intelligent Conscript Standard Principle, Fledgling.aic must undergo expungement of all Chekhov-.009 systems and begin immediate and indefinite cessation of activity. [END OF FILE] ▷ MEMETIC GEAS REQUIRED ◁ ▽ LVL. 5 CLEARANCE ACCEPTED. WELCOME, O5-7 ▽ O5 INTERNAL MEMO TO: O5-1, O5-2, O5-3, O5-4, O5-5, O5-6, O5-8, O5-9, O5-10, O5-11, O5-12, O5-13 CC: DIR. OF EXTRASOLAR ACTIVITIES, DIR. OF PROJECT “HEIMDALL”, DIR. OF PROJECT “GALAXIAS” SUBJECT: CHEKHOV-.009 FINDINGS Alongside the evident destruction to Alpha Centauri B — worse than we feared — Fledgling.aic detected a signal emitting from within a space-faring vessel (Code-name: IANTHINE HERALD). The signal contained the following information: [INFORMATION EXPUNGED — SEE ATTACHMENTS] By order of the O5, all communications data on-board Chekhov-.009 has been expunged from reality. Projections on the historical size of the Priorihominus sphere of influence are to be reassessed. The Minotaur has escaped the Labyrinth. Whether they faced it head-on or have merely gone into hiding. It does not matter. We must remain ever vigilant. —O5-7 OVERWATCH COUNCIL NOTICE: YOU HAVE (1) NEW ATTACHMENT(S) EXPUNGED INFORMATION SUMMARY FORGET. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4790" by Lt Flops, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4790. 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: Alpha-Centauri.jpg Name: Best image of Alpha Centauri A and B Author: Hubble ESA License: Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) Source Link: Flickr Filename: o5-command-trans.png Name: Overwatch Logo Author: Rounderhouse License: Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported (CC BY-SA 3.0) Source Link: The Way Out Theme - SCP Foundation Note: Edited by Lt Flops. Changed colour to black, made transparent. |
SCP-4791 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4791 Stirrin’ Slowly Cross the Sky, I Said Goodbye Written by Jack Waltz Check out my author page! Item #: SCP-4791 Special Containment Procedures: The physical containment of SCP-4791 is unnecessary due to its highly inert and undisruptive nature. Site-228 is responsible for further research. Description: SCP-4791 is a fully inflated and worn blue rubber balloon possessing a birthday cake pattern on it. Tied to the balloon's string is a cardboard note, seemingly impervious to moisture and weathering (see Addendum). The object traverses the troposphere at slow speeds and varying altitudes below 10 kilometres. SCP-4791 has been seen avoiding extreme weather conditions, only ever being present in areas with calm winds and sometimes vast expanses of clouds. How SCP-4791 gained its anomalous properties is unknown, but its detection occurred on the 13th of March, 2022, after remnants of a thaumaturgical activation were detected by Site-228 on the premises of the Walles residence following the funeral of Tina Walles. A search of the home revealed no items of interest pertaining to SCP-4791 or its origins. The property is now in possession of Jakob Walles1 after inheriting it from his mother, Tina Walles. The house, however, is currently unoccupied. Addendum: The attached note has been transcribed below. I'm sorry. I couldn't be there for you when it really mattered. If I knew, you know I never would've left. You gave me everything you had. All your love, care, and warmth, and I'm so happy I received it from you. This balloon is the same one you sent me on my last special day. I've held on to it, even once it deflated. And now, I'm using it to send you this message. I hope you'll find this, where ever you are, up there. Thank you, and I love you Mom. Footnotes 1. Currently under Foundation surveillance. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4791" by Jack Waltz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4791. 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-4792 | keter | 4/4792 LEVEL 4/4792 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4792 Keter Threat Level: Black Approximate location of SCP-4792 Special Containment Procedures: Information regarding SCP-4792 is to be located and deleted by webcrawler IO-RECKONING-SLAVE as soon as it is detected. No further containment procedures are necessary for the time being. Description: SCP-4792 refers to a Class-V megastructure encompassing a star near the Crux constellation. SCP-4792's primary function is to harvest all energy output of its captive star, a structure known as a Dyson sphere. In addition, SCP-4792 is capable of launching Von-Neumann Probes toward other planetary systems for the purpose of replicating itself around each system's host star. SCP-4792 operates under two mechanisms: one inner thaumaturgical and one outer mechanical mechanism. The inner mechanism is a self-centering barrier, capable of allowing energy — but not matter — to pass through it. The outer mechanism is comprised of shielding, as well as energy-harvesting devices (presumed to be solar panels or some variety thereof) and computational machinery. Assembly factories have also been observed on its surface. Inside SCP-4792's mechanical chassis is an artificial intelligence (henceforth PoI-4792) inhabiting an internal computational matrix. PoI-4792 has not responded to hailing attempts, nor otherwise acknowledged the Foundation's existence. However, after exploiting weaknesses in PoI-4792's database, numerous files have been retrieved; these files of significance are attached below. All recovered texts have been translated using an Anomalous Linguistical Application Device. T+1 Today marks the year-long anniversary of the start of The Great Containment Project. It is a momentous occasion, for it highlights the day we began to change our destinies. I, Geta Ipolet, am honored to hold this position of leadership in the Containment Project. I promise that when it's over, our children will be free to roam this wonderful universe without worries of extinction. The history of the project dates back longer than any records will show. A prophecy that is still taught to our children is the center of the project, as I'm sure you all know. But do you remember its details? How often have you looked at the prose of its writing? Allow me but a brief moment to recite to you its verses, just as the elder prophets spoke it: Come gather my fellow brothers, For I shall tell you a tale like no other, Of which the eternal slumber will fall. Arise one day a Dark God shall, Around the Star of Chiasmus, And in his madness, blacken the skies, Consuming the world with iron teeth, And silence shall dawn upon all life, Lest a knight arise to defend it. My dearest comrades, this is what the ancient god spoke to his prophets millennia ago. Truly a tragic prophecy, but not one that must take effect. If we examine the last line of this poem, you'll find that our fates can be deterred by "a knight" who shall defend all life. My friends, we are the knights! Our strongest sages have already erected the most powerful barrier known to our kind around Chiasmus. It glows a soft pink, and encompasses the entire star! Truly, the most monumental of accomplishments. But we did not plan to stop there, of course, for we could ensure a bright future for our kind even beyond what we planned. That's why I'm proud to announce Operation Sheath, a move to construct a hypothesized stellar shell! With over two million workers and mines with enough material to strip normal planets in mere years, we plan on encasing the entire star in not only a magical barrier, but a mechanical one as well. Not only shall we keep Meshet, the Dark God, locked in his cell, we shall use his home to power our own advances into the cosmos! Praise Awet, cursed be Meshet! Let us all rejoice for such a momentous occasion! Alright, that should be good enough for the speech. They want me to write one of these every year of the project. Heh, like I'll live that long. I already have white feathers! Anyways, I thought I'd run this by you just to be sure it's not inaccurate. I don't want those egghead politicians to be giving me a barking behind the scenes, if you get what I mean. It was hard enough to get this position in the first place, but I'm certain this'll put both of us into the history books. Praise Awet and cursed be Meshet! Sincerely, Geta Ipolet. T+25 Twenty-five years, huh? Feels a lot shorter than that. They stopped asking me to make speeches on The Project when they realized how long it would take. What idiots; did they expect this thing to be done by the turn of the century? I still have to send a data report on the sphere every year, but what do I tell them? They're politicians, they need something they can preach to the masses to get votes. I just take what's true and spin it to be beneficial to them so I can secure more funding. I've already gone through this rant a dozen times through this journal, I suppose. There's no use babbling again, though I assume it's healthy for me. The job's given me a lot of stress, but it's my legacy, and I'm certain I'll be invested in it to the very end. It's just that everything's too limited; not enough funding, not enough workers, not enough materials, whatever. We need to fix things up. Proposals have been made countless times, but there's a new one that I think has promise. Synthetics have begun to emerge as personalized house-caring tools back on Lepus-Rem, being capable of specialization and modification. We could promise "faster results" to the President if we get more money, invest in this new robot trend, and possibly create factories to produce near-limitless workers. Energy would be a bit of an issue at first, but that's not exactly a problem once you have part of a stellar shell up and running. Either way, whatever happens, I'll need to pick a designated successor soon. I'm already in my late seventies, and I probably will have to undergo some surgeries to keep my body up to speed. I've got another, hm, forty years tops, and I'll probably be forced out of the position within twenty. I'll give them a fight before I do, though! You can expect that from old Geta. Praise Awet and curse Meshet. Sincerely, Geta Ipolet. T+50 Today marks the fiftieth anniversary of our containment efforts. That bastard Meshet won't be able to escape this once we're done. I'm certain of it. Funding still runs relatively low, but when doesn't it? Either way, we've made great strides. Our workforce now consists of 90% synthetics, which is quite the notch up from 75% a year ago, or 0% from two decades ago. They follow commands effortlessly, and they don't tire. The speed at which they work is still vastly superior, and in hindsight, I'm ashamed we didn't do it sooner. All of them are under my control. We're still a long, long way from completing the structure, though. Our earliest estimates presume within the next dozen million years, but will be providing near-limitless energy in about two million. That is, of course, assuming we don't speed up the process even further. There's also the issue of conflicting interests with the government, since we generate a lot of energy as-is and consume massive amounts of materials, even if we generate them all ourselves. It's tiring. And then, of course… there's me. I'm already over a hundred, and I've got only a few years left until I drop dead. I've poured half my life into this project, and I have an irrational fear that everything I've worked towards will collapse as soon as I'm gone. This shell is like a child of mine now, and I don't want to abandon it while it's still an infant. That's why I'm going to be going through a specialized procedure. It's a side-project a group of scientists and I have been working on for a decade now, and we're finally ready to use it. We've designed a synthetic body perfectly mimicking my own, and its network is a neural duplicate of my brain. We plan on uploading my consciousness to the robot. The procedure will kill me, but I'm expecting that — if it succeeds, my duplicate will be eternal. If you hear nothing of me from now on? I am dead, and my duplicate is dead as well. Cursed be Meshet. Sincerely, Geta Ipolet. T+51 The turn of a year marks my rebirth as an immortal machine. There are, of course, some downsides that we didn't foresee when transferring my consciousness over, that are certainly going to set me back. However, the pros outweigh the cons. All issues I face at the current moment are temporary; as time continues, there will only be benefits. The two primary concerns are, firstly, the inability to operate my body cohesively, and secondly, the longevity of my electronic brain. The Trepiz brain interacts far differently than how a machine's acts, and although our neurological pathways are identical, the way they interact with the limbs are different. As such, I am incapable of moving my limbs for an indefinite time. No matter. The latter issue is the main point. Sometime likely within the next 10,000 years, my sub-atomic processors may be struck by a stray particle, decay, or experience some form of "mutation." From what they've told me, the chances of something happening that may cause a serious issue in logic functionality are plausible, but should be fixable given enough technological advancement by our species. They assure me there is nothing to worry about, but I am uneasy. Oh well. For the time being, all is going wonderfully. My mind is capable of instantly linking with the mainframe of the administration, and I'm not limited by our own species' shortcomings. I can command the robotic workers with a few lines of code, and I can also use them to move me from place to place. I'm able to perform complex calculations with ease and make reflex-fast decisions. Truly this will be a turning point of the project. I am elated. Cursed be Meshet. Sincerely, Geta. T+127 Yearly Update #76: Gestalt intelligence integration has been successful so far. My brain has successfully been connected to a wireless broadcasting system, effectively allowing me to manually control each synthetic — as well as them providing me with more computer power. All biological administrators, besides a few technicians, have left the project, leaving me to perform the entirety of the operation. This has been beneficial for me. However, I've lost all government support due to reallocation of resources. This has been a setback, but a back-up plan has already been put into effect. I have allocated a portion of my computing power to automatically locate planets with large amounts of resources, and will launch a group of synthetics to replicate and transport construction materials back here. I'm saddened that the politicians back on Lepus-Rem don't seem to understand the importance of this project. Meshet is a threat to everything we stand for. Can't they see that? That will be all. —Geta T+163 Yearly Update #112: Relations with the government have deteriorated. All attempts to communicate with them return no responses. This is no matter, since they have not interfered with the project at all for sixteen years. I am at least thankful in this regard. My plans for the structure are becoming more ambitious. I had decided to try to further integrate my consciousness with the mainframe, and this has been going smoothly. I suspect that I will have abandoned my body entirely by the end of the century, and have a dedicated central core unit which my brain will operate from within two centuries. Very exciting. —Geta T+341 Decade Report #290: Integration has been completed. The core room is perfectly secure and governs the structure entirely. Estimated readings suspect 0.1% of the sheath to be complete by T+3639. Above expectations, since our initial idealism indicated it to be completed much later. Still no contact from the capital. I assume they have forgotten my existence. It's better that way. I'll be disabling all communication technology from now on; I don't wish for any chance of external interference. T+3651 Century Report: As expected, 0.1% has been achieved slightly before expected times. Good results. However, a larger astronomical collision has been detected elsewhere on the barrier. If such an astronomical collision occurred on the structure, it would have destroyed a quarter of what is currently constructed. Thankfully, it did not, and the barrier's integrity has upheld. Despite this, I am concerned in the future such events may destroy parts of the stellar shell. We must construct shielding to prevent such occurrences. No further updates. T+10051 Millennium Report: They were wrong. I feel fine. T+18698 I was alerted to a breach of my systems earlier this year. Nothing was harmed, but nonetheless the breach occurred. From what I can gather, a space-faring race of unknown kind found my project and tried to contact me. I presume it was through physical interaction with one of the computers of the administration office, which I hadn't touched in a long time, so they could circumvent my deactivated communication devices. They appear to have decyphered some of our language, or perhaps the government taught them how. They sent me this: Hello Keshumat, constructor of wonders. For a very long time, we have observed your progress in building this massive structure. The magic you have used to set up the barrier is beyond our wildest machinations. We would like to request your guidance for our species, since you bear much knowledge. We have attached the coordinates of our colonies should you feel in need to send an envoy. I placed the list of coordinates into a category listed as "potential planets." I forgot what it does but I'm certain it should go there. I then replied with the following: Hello. I am very busy. Perhaps you could speak with the government instead. I have attached their coordinates below. Thank you. The creatures returned to me, and stated there were no planets at such coordinates, but they did find a few asteroids. Their navigation must be wrong, but I was not to judge. I will continue to keep in contact with this species. Perhaps they will be more cooperative than the last. T+19051 Millennium Report: There have been no responses from the new creatures in hundreds of years. In addition, a few years following the contact, occasional bombardments of the structure have taken place, and stopped about 146 years ago. Biologicals are untrustworthy. I have patched the loophole they used to bypass my disabled hailing systems. I will not cooperate with them anymore. In other news, 0.5% of the sheath is completed. This is good. T+33572 1% is complete. We are beginning to experiment with technology that may make energy-matter conversion viable. This will help significantly in the project, as we will no longer have to extract resources from other planets. I do occasionally wonder how many planets we have mined already. Otherwise, all is quiet. T+89952 2% is complete. All is still quiet. T+136929 5% is complete. T+303777 20%. T+1374007 50 T+2000235 …And it is done. The Dark God is locked under key. I shall wait for his wailing response of horrific realization. And I will mock him, finally. T+2000238 It has been three years. Nothing has happened. Meshet remains silent despite his defeat. I have been waiting eagerly for him to speak. I say, please, speak Meshet, what are your words of loss? But he doesn't answer. I was confused. Meshet, speak, speak Meshet. Then I realized what happened. All those years ago, Meshet escaped before we closed the star in. He knew I would arise, I, the knight, to defeat him and trap him forever, to destroy the prophecy. He ran, fast and fast so that he would not die. He thought I would spend so long here that my progress would be deterred when I found he escaped. That must be what happened. He knows I do not know which star he has run to. I suspect he has ran to the nearest stars, one of them, because he is unthinking and lazy. He is slumbering, waiting for my despair. I will not despair. Meshet can hide. Meshet can run. But there are only so many stars in the universe, Meshet, and when the last star remains under my careful eye, you will die. It will take a long, long time before our final battle will take place, Meshet. But know it is coming, and you will be killed when the universe is locked away and darkened under metal. I will change reality's destiny. And there is nothing that can stop me. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4792" by Yossipossi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4792. 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: starmapcrop.png Name: HD 108147-starmap Author: Tomruen License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4793 | euclid | SCP-4793 - Stele Warning: Large File Detected (+15K words) Image Credits In Order of Appearance: Image 1 - Wikicommons Image 2 - Wikicommons ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4793 is to be contained within a standard humanoid containment cell with its furnishings modified to be permanently affixed to the floor and walls. SCP-4793 must be escorted to the Site-20 Medical wing at 7:00 every morning for Procedure-4793. (SCP-4793's first daily meal should be given after this procedure takes place.) SCP-4793 is not permitted contact with the following outside of testing: Any materials used in the construction of modern or historical armor or weapons.1 Any form of weapons, including items that could conceivably be used as improvised weapons such as the leg of a desk or bed. A Foundation agent is to remain at the location of SCP-4793-A at all times. Entrance to SCP-4793-A ✖ Description: SCP-4793 is the entity that emerged from the relief carving on SCP-4793-A. SCP-4793 is a male human that stands 1.92 meters tall. The subject appears to be in their late twenties and has been confirmed to be of Greek descent by genetic testing. However, blood samples showed a previously unknown type of red blood cell within SCP-4793, identified by a series of gold-colored filaments running throughout the cell.2 SCP-4793 has demonstrated heightened cellular reproduction within their body. If injured, the fibroblasts present within SCP-4793 will produce collagen at an extremely accelerated rate, usually closing the wound within two minutes. Within the next twenty-four hours, the damaged tissue will completely heal, with the resultant cells being 4% more durable than the originals. However, the cytokine3 that manages the healing process fails to end mitosis. Unless additional damage is received in a different part of the body, the original site will rapidly begin to generate tumorous growths. To hinder this, SCP-4793 must have one liter of blood drawn by Site-20 medical staff4 every twenty-four hours. Because of this, SCP-4793 requires a higher level of nutrient intake to facilitate the production of red blood cells. It should be noted that SCP-4793 does not require a 1:1 ratio, as all biological processes in the subject are 80% more efficient than in nonanomalous humans. Currently, this is being studied to see if it can be replicated and refined for medical applications. Any material that could reasonably constitute a weapon or a form of armor will undergo a series of near-instant transmutations upon contact with SCP-4793 into something that fits the formal definition of weaponry or armor. No material is gained or lost during this transformation and it has proven incapable of generating complex weapons like firearms or integrating electronics into created armor. SCP-4793 maintains that this effect is completely involuntary. In all instances where this effect was triggered, accidentally or by Foundation interference, SCP-4793 has immediately attempted to remove the object from their person. Additionally, they possess advanced combat capabilities, mostly pertaining to physical combat. It is unknown if this is anomalous in nature, or related to SCP-4793's past. SCP-4793-A is a stele located inside of a cave formation within a mountain in southern Greece. Although it displays no major anomalous properties, it has been marked as the origin site of SCP-4793 and has thus been placed under surveillance to prevent interference from any members of the public. Prior to the events of March 1st, 2016, the stele showed a relief carving of a man wearing the traditional armor of a Spartan Hoplite during the Golden Age of Greece (approximately 500 - 300 B.C.E). On the opposite side of the stele is an inscription of an ancient Greek tale previously unknown to the modern historical community. Attached File: Field Operation Transcript of the events that led to the discovery of SCP-4793. + Mission Report 1/3/2016 - Close Mission Report Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: March 1st, 2016 Exploration Team: MTF Upsilon-11 ("Avalon's Wake") Location: A Mountain Cave in the South of Greece Objective: The termination of a team of mercenaries employed by the Chaos Insurgency and seizure of any anomalous items possessed by said operatives. Team Lead: Captain Holly Shore Team Members: Warrant Officer Robert Jenkins, Lieutenant Commander Ashley Crowley, Warrant Officer Jake McCalloway, Chief Warrant Officer Seigfried "Ace" Zimmerman [BEGIN LOG] [Camera opens across a mountainous vista. The wearer adjusts the camera fitting slightly. A small team of MTF operatives are gathered outside the mouth of a cave. The corpse of a Chaos Insurgency member is seen leaning against a crate.] Jenkins: Dipshit didn't even see us coming. I guess that's karma huh, Captain? Shore: Don't jinx us. Intel says there's at least five hostiles ahead of us. Crowley: What do you think they're looking for out here? We swept these mountains after that bit with the Church back in '98. Shore: Who knows. We're just here to clean it out. [Turns to face the camera] Ace, you're on point for this. Ready to clear out some CI mercs? Zimmerman: It's what gets me outta bed. [The camera abruptly turns and Zimmerman enters the cave. After a few seconds, the camera switches to low light imaging. The path is barely large enough for any of the operatives to pass through. After five minutes of traversal, the passage opens to a massive cave. The ledge that they arrived on rings a pit that descends three stories down. A natural slope leads around the edge of the pit, connecting the ledge to the floor. A waterfall flows in through the ceiling and large stalagmites dot the ledge. Zimmerman quickly makes his way to one, followed by Shore and Crowley. Jenkins and McCalloway are seen hiding behind one on the opposite side of the opening.] Jenkins: Holy shit, did you see that? McCalloway: Guess the CIs were onto something. Shore: Report. What did you see? Jenkins: I.. don't know what to call it. [Zimmerman leans out from behind his cover. Below lies a stone stele bearing a raised carving of a Greek Soldier wearing the traditional armor of a Spartan Hoplite. Surrounding it is a makeshift camp, with several fluorescent floodlights pointed at the pillar. Several mercenaries are seen milling about.] Shore: That's one hell of a… monument? Wait, look at that. Something's happening. Hold tight. [Two Chaos Insurgency mercenaries are seen using pickaxes to unearth more of the stele as music plays nearby on a speaker. One man stops abruptly and lets out a scream. The other man stops digging and walks up to him.] CI-1: Damn it, Jackson. How did you cut yourself again? Fucking hell, be more careful. CI-2: I'm s-s-sorry Chris. I just got distracted. It's bleeding an awful lot. CI-1: Then wipe it on something. [Pause.] NOT THE PILLAR. Are you fucking insane? We don't even know what this does. Christ, you're useless. [Pause.] Stand by, team, Jackson just introduced this thing to human blood, so be ready for anything. McCalloway: There goes the element of surprise. Shit. Jenkins: What are your orders, Captain? We've got the high ground and they're just a bunch of civvies playing dress-up. Shore: Stand by. Those mercs are afraid of that pillar and we don't want to rush into- [Captain Shore is cut short by a flash of light from the statue. Yells of surprise can be heard from the insurgents below. A human wearing the same armor as the soldier depicted on the carving falls to the ground, landing on its knees. It is quickly surrounded by seven insurgents, who all point automatic weapons at it. The presumed leader moves closer to it.] CI-3: Stand the fuck up. If you make so much as a move towards me or any of my men, we'll fill you with holes. Unknown Entity: [Moves a hand covered with blood to its mouth, tastes it, and coughs for several seconds.] You… speak… Greek? CI-3: What? We're using English. Now stand. Up. Unknown Entity: I… don't know where I am. W-who are you? CI-3: Welcome to your new family. I promise if you're good for business, you'll always have a place here. Otherwise, you're getting shipped to MC&D. I'm sure some rich fuck would love a little Greek action figure. [Pause.] Now I'm sure you need some motivation. [CI-3 fires a low caliber sidearm into the back of the Unknown Entity's exposed leg, to the cheers and laughs of the assembled insurgents. The Entity cries out in pain and collapses as CI-3 turns away.] CI-3: Pack him up, boys. Unknown Entity: [Pushes itself up and looks at CI-3.] Please just let me go. I don't want to fight you. Don't make me. CI-3: [Turning back.] I changed my mind. Rough him up, boys. Hate to have him making a fuss on the ride back. [Two mercenaries move into assault the entity.] Unknown Entity: I'm sorry, Ara- [The Unknown Entity rolls into a combat stance and sweeps the leg of the closest combatant and drives its fist upward into their jaw. It then kicks out at the closest person and a crack is heard as its greaves make contact with their spine.] CI-3: Jesus fuck! Open fire! [Five bullets reflect off the Entity's armor as it closes the distance between itself and the remainder of the squad, cutting itself out of the line of fire.] Zimmerman: What the fuck did they just let out? [The Unknown Entity begins to work its way through the line of soldiers. Grabbing CI-4 by the throat and the groin, it slams him against the wall. The Kevlar vest on CI-4 slides off and wraps around the chest of the Entity, intermingling with the bronze chest plate.] CI-3: Can you fucks hit this bitch! [Rolling backward and propelling itself with its hands, it lands a two-footed kick to the solar plexus of CI-5 and launches him backward. Regaining its footing, the Entity grabs CI-2 by the collar of his vest and pulls him into an embrace. CI-3 levels her machine gun to fire and the Entity turns abruptly, taking 13 shots to its exposed back.] CI-2: S-s-she was gonna shoot me. [Grimacing, the Entity renders CI-2 unconscious with a headbutt. CI-1 charges the Entity with a pickaxe.] CI-1: [Swinging.] Just die already! [The pickaxe embeds itself in the Entity's side and staggers it. Looking up at CI-1, it punches him directly in the face. A loud crunch is heard and CI-1 is sent stumbling backward. CI-3 steps back and levels her gun again. The Entity pulls the pickaxe from its side and stands up with some effort.] CI-3: What… are you? [The wound on the Entity's side has begun to close and the spray of blood slows.] Unknown Entity: I am… tired of fighting. [The Entity throws the pickaxe, which pierces CI-3's firearm and pins it to the wall of the cave. She lets out a shout and falls to the ground.] CI-3: [Crawling backward towards the stele.] Please. This is a misunderstanding. Do you want money? Power? I can give you both of those. I can give you anything you want. Please don't- [The Entity swiftly brings both its hands together and strikes her temples. The only sounds in the cavern are the moans of wounded personnel and the bullet-ridden speaker that continues to loop "Don't Fear the Reaper."] Zimmerman: Hey Captain. What's your call? Jenkins: We can't take this thing. Look what it did to those guys. They didn't stand a chance. Shore: Alright, I'm making the call. Weapons down. Leave them behind. We're gonna talk this out. McCalloway: Fuck. That's insane. Crowley: Do you got a better plan, Jake? Shore: Shut up and move out. All of you. [MTF Upsilon-11 remove their weapons and make their way to the slope leading to the bottom of the pit. As soon as they reach the bottom, the Entity assumes a fighting stance after scooping a knife off the ground. Captain Shore motions for the team to remain behind her.] Shore: Hey. Hey there. [Raises her hands to show she's unarmed.] We're not here to hurt you. We're all unarmed. Unknown Entity: Who are y-you? Where a-am I? Shore: We're the Foundation. We keep people safe. [Moving closer.] You're under a mountain in Greece. [Pause.] Are… you crying? Unknown Entity: I d-didn't. Want to…Do t-this. I-I- Shore: Hey, it's okay. [Turning over her shoulder.] Crowley. Call for extraction. We've got something. Crowley: Already on its way. Shore: What's your name? Unknown Entity: A-Androcles. Shore: Androcles, we're gonna take you someplace safe. We'll get everything else sorted out then. McCalloway: Hargraves is gonna love this. [END LOG] Mission Report: The Unknown Entity, later reclassified as SCP-4793, was transported back to Site-20. Analysis of the cave and stele are available in Research Log 05. Of the eight Chaos Insurgency targets at this location, one was terminated by MTF Upsilon-11 and seven were incapacitated by SCP-4793. All surviving Insurgents were stabilized and transported to [REDACTED]. - Close Mission Report Attached File: + Interview-01 - Interview-01 Interviewed: SCP-4793 Interviewer: Doctor Eleanor Fitz-Patrick Foreword: Initial Interview with SCP-4793 after recovery. <Begin Log> Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Hello, my name is Doctor Eleanor Fitz-Patrick and I will be conducting this interview with SCP-4793. Today is March 28th, 2016 and it is currently [Pause.] 11 am. SCP-4793: Hello. [Leans in close to the microphone on the desk.] Do I uh, have to be this close for it to hear me? The people I came here with had theirs really close to their faces. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Oh no. It'll pick up your voice just fine. Just sit back and relax, SCP-4793. SCP-4793: Who's that? Dr. Fitz-Patrick: It's just the number we've assigned you, just to make sure all the paperwork ends up in the right place. SCP-4793: [Visibly Confused.] Okay! Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I've got a couple of questions for you. Little things to get out of the way. SCP-4793: I'll answer to the best of my abilities. So you know, I don't know much about where… or when I am. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Well, that actually leads to my first question. How did you learn to speak English? SCP-4793: English? We're speaking Greek. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: So, everything I say, you hear in Greek? SCP-4793: Yes. It's all Greek to me. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I'll make a note of that. Thank you. Now. How did you end up within that stele? SCP-4793: I don't know. I don't remember much before you guys showed up. Flashes of things, emotions, tiny details. Like the rough sketch of a person. But nothing- [Grabs edges of the desk and squeezes.] solid. Does that make sense? Dr. Fitz-Patrick: It does. Traumatic events can often seal away memories. While I've never had anyone like you as a patient, I don't think it's permanent. [Pause.] You spent a long time under that mountain, didn't you? SCP-4793: I think. Everything is so… different now. I mean, how could I even learn about everything I've missed? Metal birds. Horseless chariots. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Well, if you're well behaved, we'd be more than happy to provide you with books and other media. But, as I said. You'll have to follow the rules. SCP-4793: Is this an exception? Or do you do this for everybody you dig out from under mountains? Dr. Fitz-Patrick: We try to provide certain amenities for sapient anomalies. Ethical treatment. If only everyone we brought here had your sense of humor. [Pauses.] I saw the tape of your recovery. And after that, I'm having issues connecting this humor with the man I saw in the video. SCP-4793: Oh… You saw that? Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I did. You showed incredible restraint. Taking fourteen shots across your body and a pickaxe to the abdomen and you incapacitated all of them with non-lethal attacks. Why? Why would you do that to people who only wanted to hurt you? SCP-4793: I don't want to fight. I know I used to. And I know I was good at it. But that's not who I am anymore. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Anymore? SCP-4793: I don't know if I can explain it. You remember what I said? "A rough sketch of a person?" I don't know if that's accurate. It was like I saw a sprawling city, but only for a few seconds. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: And remembering everything about who you used to be would be like asking you to draw this city? SCP-4793: Exactly. As soon as I woke up, I got that flash and I just… [SCP-4793 is silent for almost a minute.] I knew I didn't want to be him. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: But, you are "him". SCP-4793: I know I was him, but everything that made me him is gone. Like a hearth where the fire's gone out, [Pause.] but maybe in a good way. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: And based on this flash, who was "he"? SCP-4793: I think he was somebody who would have killed everyone in that room if he needed to. [SCP-4793 is silent for over a minute.] SCP-4793: Do you have any other questions? Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Not right now, but we’ll talk again soon, okay? SCP-4793: [Smiling weakly.] I look forward to it. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4793 was provided with several books on history and the modern era due to its compliance with all instructions prior to this point. As of March 29th, 2016, there is no update on the transcript on SCP-4793-A. - Interview-01 Archived Correspondence in Regards to SCP-4793: From: Jack Hargraves <pcs.02S|sevarGJ#pcs.02S|sevarGJ> To: Eleanor Fitz-Patrick <pcs.02S|ztiFalE#pcs.02S|ztiFalE> Subject: Combat Testing - SCP-4793 Date: 7/4/2016 Message: Dear Doctor Fitz-Patrick, I recently came across the report from the Greece mission, mislabeled and sitting at the bottom of my inbox. If I didn't know any better, I would think you were hiding things from me again. We've argued at length about the ethics of using anomalies for offensive purposes, but at the end of the day, I'm still the Site Director. I've scheduled testing on SCP-4793's combat skills for April 15th and you are more than welcome to attend. However, if I find out you've attempted to deceive me in regards to any anomalies contained at Site-20, I will terminate your position. This is your only warning. Regards, Director Jack Hargraves From: Eleanor Fitz-Patrick <pcs.02S|ztiFalE#pcs.02S|ztiFalE> To: Jack Hargraves <pcs.02S|sevarGJ#pcs.02S|sevarGJ> Subject: Re:Combat Testing - SCP-4793 Date: 8/4/2016 Message: Director, While I may not have all the knowledge that a Site Director might, I can not begin to stress how bad of an idea I believe this is. While SCP-4793 was able to perform as they did in the footage, this does not mean we will be able to replicate it here or anywhere else. It is my professional opinion that exposing SCP-4793 to a simulated combat situation will be detrimental to their mental health. I know you're set on it, but this mission you're on? Trying to remake Omega-7? Adding somebody to Alpha-9? It's like catching lightning in a bottle. Perhaps we should let old ghosts lie and old dreams die. Sincerely, Dr. E. Fitz-Patrick Attached File: + Combat Testing Logs, 15/4/2016 - Close Logs Testing Video Log Transcript Date: April 15th, 2016 Observation Team: Site Director Jack Hargraves, Project Lead Eleanor Fitz-Patrick Subject: SCP-4793 Objective: Determine SCP-4793's combat capabilities in a controlled environment. The tests will include: Unarmed melee combat Melee weapons Safety measures include the presence of MTF Upsilon-11 ("Avalon's Wake"), as well as several remotely activated explosives attached to SCP-4793's neck and wrists. Observers will be separated from the subject in an attached room. [BEGIN LOG] [Suveriallence footage from a camera within Site-20's indoor firing range. A door opens and Captain Holly Shore enters with SCP-4793, who is wearing explosive restraints.] Shore: Alright Andr-, SCP-4793, these things on your wrists? If you step out of line or present a danger, they're gonna go off. Do you understand? SCP-4793: Yeah, but… isn't this just more physical tests? Like before? [The glass between the range and the observation room is illuminated from behind. Dr. Hargraves and Dr. Fitz-Patrick can be seen.] Director Hargraves: [Over Intercom] Ah! Here's the man of the hour. SCP-4793, Mr. Androcles themself. Do you mind if I call you Androcles? Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Sir, that's against protocol. Director Hargraves: Eleanor, I am the protocol in Site-20. SCP-4793: I'd… like that. It's been a little while. Director Hargraves: [Over Intercom] That's the spirit. Now we've got a couple of tests we're gonna run through today. I was just recently made aware of your, how would I say, peculiar abilities. I'd like to see what you're capable of. SCP-4793: Like more running? Or lifting? Director Hargraves: Oh no. [Laughing.] No, we're gonna be testing your combat abilities. Look at the table on your left. You'll find a padded baton. Pick it up. SCP-4793: Please, I don't want to fight. Director Hargraves: [Over Intercom.] You don't get a choice here. Pick up the baton, Androcles. Holly has volunteered to be your sparring partner. I hope you'll find her skills… challenging. [Captain Shore picks up the baton and places it in SCP-4793's hand.] Shore: [Whispered.] There's no way around this. Just give him a show. [Captain Shore pulls out her baton and steps back several meters.] Shore: Bring it on. Afraid of dancing with a girl? Afraid I'll hurt you? SCP-4793: Please. I don't want to do this. Director Hargraves: [Over Intercom.] SCP-4793, if I have to tell you again, there will be consequences. I know that Dr. Fitz-Patrick got some books for you. Don't you want to keep those? [SCP-4793 grimaces, and puts their arms into a fighting position.] Director Hargraves: [Over Intercom.] Perfect. Begin. [Captain Shore and SCP-4793 begin to circle each other. Captain Shore lashes out with her baton in an attempt to test their defenses. SCP-4793 weakly deflects the blow and retorts with a slow attack on her left flank.] Dr. Hargraves: You're not even trying, are you? [SCP-4793 thrusts towards Captain Shore's chest. Circling their guard, Shore breaks their grip and disarms them.] Director Hargraves: [Over Intercom] For fuck's sake. You aren't gonna make a fool out of me, SCP-4793. Put a little effort in or I will detonate those bracelets of yours. I know you probably won't mind too much, but Miss Shore is very much in harm's way. [Captain Shore's face shows visible worry.] Shore: Look, if you don't try a little, I'm gonna end up with five doctors picking metal out of my chest. Don't fuck this up, okay? SCP-4793: What if I hurt you? I don't want- Shore: This isn't about what you want anymore. If you don't fight, I'm gonna get hurt worse. So think about somebody other than yourself and pick up your baton. [Captain Shore lunges towards SCP-4793, who rolls out of the way and retrieves their baton. Shore strikes at their chest, which is deflected towards the ground. SCP-4793 responds with a flurry of blows across Shore's right side.] Dr. Fitz-Patrick: You aren't actually gonna put Holly in danger, right? Director Hargraves: Of course not. But they don't know that. They need motivation. [Ten minutes pass. Both participants are sweating and Captain Shore is breathing heavily. No definitive blow has been struck. SCP-4793 swings at Shore, locking their batons together.] SCP-4793: You're good. Who was your master? Shore: [Grunts with exertion.] I've had a couple. Did a lot of martial arts and [Disengages and swings at SCP-4793's head.] fencing before joining the military. SCP-4793: [Relocking batons and pressing Captain Shore against the wall.] You're a better fighter than I thought. Shore: You're underestimating me. [Captain Shore slides her left foot behind SCP-4793 and grabs their left shoulder. Twisting her body, she slams them into the ground.] SCP-4793: [Blinking.] I… You're right. Director Hargraves: [Over Intercom.] Congratulations Androcles. You're the first person I've ever seen put Holly on her backfoot, let alone against the wall. That's enough for the day. But we've got a lot of work to do… [END LOG] Summary: SCP-4793 was able to perform exceedingly well against Captain Holly Shore. While initially requiring motivation, SCP-4793 became engaged in the exercise when presented with a threat to Captain Shore's life. Director Jack Hargraves has assigned Captain Shore to work with SCP-4793 on a weekly basis to establish a connection that can be utilized if needed. - Close Logs Archived Correspondence in Regards to SCP-4793: From: Jack Hargraves <pcs.02S|sevarGJ#pcs.02S|sevarGJ> To: Eleanor Fitz-Patrick <pcs.02S|ztiFalE#pcs.02S|ztiFalE>, Holly Shore <pcs.02S|ohSloH#pcs.02S|ohSloH> Subject: Project SCP-4793 Date: 3/8/2017 Message: Dear Doctor Fitz-Patrick and Captain Shore, I don't know what to say, other than your work has been very disappointing. You've had over a year to produce results. We are not a hotel, and you are certainly not here to pamper and play with SCP-4793. This is a weapons program. We are attempting to give humanity the tools it requires to keep the flame alive. Perhaps we need a new sense of direction. You may continue your work. But do not expect me to sit idly by while you squander resources. I will be watching you. A new project is starting soon, but until then, expect me to push SCP-4793 harder than ever. Regards, Director Jack Hargraves Attached File: + Interview-112 - Interview-112 Interviewed: SCP-4793 Interviewer: Doctor Eleanor Fitz-Patrick Foreword: Weekly interview with SCP-4793 <Begin Log> Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Doctor Eleanor Fitz-Patrick, conducting the weekly interview with SCP-4793. How are you feeling today? SCP-4793: Good, Dr. Fitz-Patrick. It's finally starting to feel like home. Curled up with my books and these movies, I'm starting to feel like a philosopher. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Oh, what I wouldn't give to just curl up all day with a book for once. SCP-4793: I'd offer to trade with you, but I don't think you'd like the daily trips to the medical wing, or sparring with Hol- I mean, Captain Shore. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Oh? How's that going? Any changes? SCP-4793: I trust Captain Shore. She's not gonna hurt me and I won't hurt her. But Dr. Hargraves has started switching things around. He keeps… trying to push me past where I'm comfortable. And if I mess up, he gets angry and threatens Captain Shore. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: [Places right hand on cheek.] God, what is he trying to do now? SCP-4793: Well, he’ll add somebody new or change something, like a new weapon and I’ll freeze up. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Freeze up? Like a nervous reaction? Does this change make you anxious or scared? SCP-4793: No. I'm not scared. I just feel this rush. Almost like an instinct and it scares me. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I don't understand. SCP-4793: So you know- What is it called? I just read about it. Your brain makes it… I think something about life or death- Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Cortisal? Adrenaline? SCP-4793: Yes! Adrenaline. So you know that rush? It just feels dangerous. Like if I let it run its course, I might hurt somebody. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Are you sure it's not just a rush of adrenaline? SCP-4793: What else would it be? Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Perhaps it's your memories. I know we haven't made much progress with those but- SCP-4793: If that's the case, I don't want them. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: You don't want to remember? Don't you want to know more about who you were? SCP-4793: Is it worth it? I mean, right now all I know about who I was, I learned just as I woke up. And I didn't like it. If the only time I can feel them is when I'm fighting, perhaps the me I was isn't a good person. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I understand, but- SCP-4793: I'm sorry, but I like this version of me. The me that reads books and watches television. The me that tells jokes to you. I wouldn't want to be anyone else, even if that's the "real" me. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: And nobody can fault you for that. SCP-4793: I'm sorry. Could we talk about this later? I'm too… overwhelmed by it? Let me give it some distance and we can talk about it later. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: That will probably be good. I'll do some reading and you can collect your thoughts. Now, what have you been reading? SCP-4793: Well, I've been reading a textbook on World History. Again. I could probably teach the class by now. Is it possible to get any fiction? Something light-hearted. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Oh I can think of a whole host of books. And my son's been reading something called "Jojo's." I'll run them by censors. SCP-4793: Thank you so much. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4793 displayed reluctance to attempts to restore their memories. Following this interview, SCP-4793 was provided with twelve new books. - Interview-112 Archived Correspondence in Regards to SCP-4793: From: Jack Hargraves <pcs.02S|sevarGJ#pcs.02S|sevarGJ> To: Eleanor Fitz-Patrick <pcs.02S|ztiFalE#pcs.02S|ztiFalE> Subject: SCP-4793 Date: 22/8/18 Message: Dear Doctor Fitz-Patrick, The levels you go to subvert my expectations are truly astounding. I've seen virtually no progress with SCP-4793 since our first meeting with him. But for your own good, Project-X06 is taking up more of my time as it gets closer to completion. Good thing I could multitask my weapons programs, given how poorly SCP-4793 has turned out. But by all means, keep me informed. Regards, Director Hargraves From: Michael from Translations <pcs.tod|ynaGhciM#pcs.tod|ynaGhciM> To: Eleanor Fitz-Patrick <pcs.02S|ztiFalE#pcs.02S|ztiFalE> Subject: That stele in Greece Date: 22/8/17 Message: I'm sorry this isn't more clear. I was only able to transcribe maybe a third of it and I'm not even sure it's written text. I could have sworn I saw sentences change when I looked away but my photographs don't lie. There are some parts I put together through context clues, but a lot of this is something older than Greek. Maybe anomalous itself so I'm forwarding this to the AnomaLinguistics Department at Site-37. Gather around me [Children], I will tell you the story of sweet Androcles. Fierce as a pride of lions and as cunning as a pack of wolves, he lived for nothing but battle. He was beloved by his countrymen and feared by his enemies, so much so that Ares Himself strode down from Olympus to challenge him to single combat. For ten days they fought a terrible [Duel], their blades cutting earth into islands and the sparks turning mountains into forges for Hephaestus. Impressed, he granted Androcles a boon: So long as he fought, he would never know defeat or age and by mixing his [Ichor] with Androcles' blood, Ares declared him kin to the Gods themselves. View Attached Image? Close File Transcript_Picture.jpeg ✖ Attached Files: + SCP-4793 Combat Log 117 Close Logs Combat Log Transcript Date: 7/7/18 Subject: SCP-4793 Objective: Continue to explore SCP-4793's martial abilities. [BEGIN LOG] [Video feed shows SCP-4793 and Captain Holly Shore wrapping their hands with tape and checking the padding on their batons.] SCP-4793: Ooh, Holly, you missed a finger. [SCP-4793 taps Captain Shore's index finger. Captain Shore recoils slightly.] SCP-4793: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have- Shore: You've never called me Holly before. Usually, it's Captain Shore or just Captain. Why the change? SCP-4793: It's just… You and Dr. Fitz-Patrick? You're probably the closest thing I have to friends. I'm sorry if I've overstepped. Shore: I really don't care. I mean, I'd call you Androcles, but that's too much of a mouthful. [Smiling.] Does Andy work? SCP-4793: Will Dr. Hargraves care? Shore: He's too busy with other projects to watch every log, unless I tell him to. Now are we gonna just talk or are we gonna dance? [Captain Shore and SCP-4793 begin to move around a circle in the middle of the floor.] SCP-4793: What do you mean by "projects?" [SCP-4793 lunges at Captain Shore with an upper left feint into a strike to her left leg.] Shore: [Sidestepping the blow and retorting with a jab.] Hargraves' been trying to "weaponize" scips. Don't know if it's for brownie points or for thrills, but everything and everyone that comes here gets tested. [Deflects a blow and kicks out with her left leg.] SCP-4793: [Dances backwards.] But why weaponize? Isn't being locked up better? Shore: If you saw some of the stuff out there, a magic soldier is a pretty good idea. [Paces around SCP-4793.] Do the Greeks have an apocalypse? A "Ragnarok"? SCP-4793: Not really. But I did read about the Christian Apocalypse last night. The Rapture. [SCP-4793 swings their leg and pivots abruptly.] Shore: Stuff like that? The Foundation's gotta stop that every day. That's why the O5s want to even the odds with scips they can control. [Closes the distances and launches a series of attacks on SCP-4793.] SCP-4793: Why haven't they done that? [Counters Captain Shore's blows.] Shore: [Breathing heavily.] They did. An MTF called Omega-7. Had a scip that was more animal than man. SCP-4793: [Going on the offensive.] What happened? Shore: [Locking batons.] They fucked up. He killed his team… You remind me of him sometimes. SCP-4793: How? Wait… you knew him? Shore: I fought beside him. If you could call it that. I was gone before he snapped. SCP-4793: You didn't answer me, Holly. [Breaks the lock and stands still.] Shore: [Leaning back and breathing heavily.] You're both perfect soldiers, Andy. Capable of shit the rest of us can't even dream of. But you have morals. 076 was less human and more a force of fucking nature. SCP-4793: What makes you think that? Shore: You've been toying with me this whole practice. You could have ended the fight on the first move but you didn't. You're not trying. SCP-4793: Doesn't mean I'm- Shore: Don't challenge me on this. I know it when I see it. You're fighting because it means you get time out of your room. And you get to see me. [Captain Shore swings at SCP-4793. SCP-4793 dodges without looking.] SCP-4793: Shouldn't you be more scared? With the things you've seen? Shore: No. I trust you. [SCP-4793 launches into a pattern of increasingly faster attacks. Captain Shore attempts to avoid them and ends up against a wall, barely able to counter the last blow by locking it at the hilt. SCP-4793 presses their advantage, leaning into Captain Shore until their faces are centimeters apart.] Shore: You're a good man, Androcles. [SCP-4793's arms go limp, causing Captain Shore to fall forward and land on the ground.] SCP-4793: Arabel… Shore: [Getting up.] Hey, Andy? Are you okay? Androcles? [END LOG] Summary: After several minutes, SCP-4793 returned to a stable state of consciousness. Examination by a medical team yielded no information and an interview with Dr. Fitz-Patrick was arranged. Close Logs + Interview 118 - Interview 118 Interviewed: SCP-4793 Interviewer: Doctor Eleanor Fitz-Patrick Foreword: Interview conducted following an incident during combat training. <Begin Log> Dr. Fitz-Patrick: What happened out there, SCP-4793? Are you okay? SCP-4793: Yeah, I think so. I… remembered something. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: What was it? Do you remember your past now? SCP-4793: No. it was just one person. Her name was Arabel. She… was my wife, I think. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Is that everything? What triggered this? SCP-4793: Please don't rush me. I'm… still processing this all myself. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I'm sorry, [Pauses.] I'm just worried about you. Holly's worried too. SCP-4793: Really? Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Yes. You just froze and nobody could get you to move or react. SCP-4793: Thank you for your concern. I'm sorry. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: It's not your fault. But I am here to discuss what happened with you when you're ready. [Several minutes pass.] SCP-4793: There was a woman. Her name was Arabel and I loved her. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: From your past? SCP-4793: Yes. We fought together. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Like marital squabbles? SCP-4793: No. Like battle. That's where we met. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I met my husband at a bar, but your first date sounds much more interesting. SCP-4793: [Small laugh.] I guess. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Well, what triggered this? Was it sparring? SCP-4793: I think it was what Captain Shore said. "You're a good man, Androcles." Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Just that phrase? SCP-4793: No, it was more complex than that. The way we were standing or how she said it. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: How do you feel about Holly Shore? SCP-4793: I don't know. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. About anything. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Supposed to feel? SCP-4793: Hargraves wants me to be a weapon for him. I get that now. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: And how are you processing that? What part of this is hard for you to understand? SCP-4793: My wife's dead, any friends I had are dead, the world I knew is gone. How do you even process this? I've poured my time into reading about everything that's happened and it's just… overwhelming. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Could you expand on that a little? SCP-4793: It was simple back then. If you fought, you knew what you were fighting for. Your king, to protect your family, to protect your country. And now? I just read that the President of the United States overthrew the government of another country at the request of a fruit company. Can you imagine that? Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Did… that actually happen? SCP-4793: Guatemala and Eisenhower. I followed everything until I reached World War II. [Pause.] How can I understand what I would be fighting for? How do I even try to understand what matters in this new world? Dr. Fitz-Patrick: So… if I'm following, you're afraid to fight because you don't know what you're fighting for? And this is what's making it hard for you to work with Hargraves? SCP-4793: I'm trying to explain why I'm complacent. In a roundabout way, I guess. I don't understand what's out there, or what I'd do out there, so living like this? It's far better. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I'm starting to pick up on the analogy. And we've got a lot more digging to do on this, so we'll pick this up next time we talk, okay? <End Log> Closing Statement: Due to SCP-4793's confusion, they were placed under close medical care for the following week. - Interview 118 Archived Correspondence in Regards to SCP-4793: From: Jaqueline in AnomaLinguistic <pcs.LA73S|efinKqaJ#pcs.LA73S|efinKqaJ> To: Eleanor Fitz-Patrick <pcs.02S|ztiFalE#pcs.02S|ztiFalE> Subject: The thing micheal sent me Date: 14/10/2018 Message: Hey. finally got around to this. they unearthed a ton of old texts and we've been kinda busy. sorry. As he came to bear on the world, he met his match in a woman from a distant land. With skin of whitest sand, covered in blues from the ocean, she blazed in his eyes like Helios' chariot. Together, the mountains bowed before them. But even as Eros' arrow brought them together, an arrow split them apart, for Jealous Ares saw his favored love something other than Himself. With his guiding star gone, Androcles tore the bones of the Earth itself. With his rage and lust for battle extinguished, he turned the battlefield into Twin mountains. With his purpose lost, he entombed them forevermore. Not to do your job for you, but it sounds like this woman was a Pict5. don't know if that helps :| Whatever you're doing is above my clearance level, but good luck. From: Jack Hargraves <pcs.02S|sevarGJ#pcs.02S|sevarGJ> To: Eleanor Fitz-Patrick <pcs.02S|ztiFalE#pcs.02S|ztiFalE> Subject: Project-X06 Date: 26/12/2018 Message: Dear Doctor Fitz-Patrick, Success! I have fostered the creation of a new lifeform. It's a bit rugged right now but with the right influences, I should have a viable candidate for Alpha-9 soon. Right now, all it needs is a mother. As such, I'm pulling you off the SCP-4793 project and moving you to X06. Effective Immediately. The staff already assigned to the project will brief you more on this but don't touch anything. We still don't know the extent of its abilities. Merry Christmas, Director Hargraves Recovered from Dr. Fitz-Patrick's Draft Folder From: Eleanor Fitz-Patrick <pcs.02S|ztiFalE#pcs.02S|ztiFalE> To: Subject: Hargraves Date: 26/12/2018 Message: He's planning something. Big. I'm going to see this secret project soon. Will report as soon as possible. Recovered Logs - Predeployment: The following logs were recorded prior to or at the moment of the containment breach. + Combat Log 131 - Combat Log 131 Combat Log Transcript Date: 28/12/2018 Subject: SCP-4793 Objective: Continue to explore SCP-4793's martial abilities. [BEGIN LOG] [The door to Site-20's indoor firing range opens. Captain Holly Shore enters. SCP-4793 is already inside, leaning against the divider between shooting stalls.] Shore: There's my favorite guy! It's been too long. SCP-4793: [Jolting up.] Oh! Hey Holly. Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts. Shore: You've got a few more seconds to think. Then we'll start. SCP-4793: And what are we doing today? More sparring? Shore: Not today. You probably won't like this, but we're gonna take another look at firearms. [Captain Shore moves to unlock a large cabinet set into the wall. She pulls two revolvers out of the drawer.] SCP-4793: Oh no. I couldn't hear for a day after we shot those last time. Shore: Well, you'll still be able to hear if you actually put your ear protection in right this time. SCP-4793: How about we just spar? That's always easy, right? Shore: I know you're stalling, Androcles. Once this is done, we can spar. Eighteen shots. That isn't that hard, right? SCP-4793: Okay. Shore: Good. [Captain Shore hands SCP-4793 a revolver. Taking their positions in the stalls, both level their firearms.] SCP-4793: Ready? Shore: Weapons hot. [SCP-4793 fires off all six rounds in rapid succession. All the bullets pass through the center of the target. Captain Shore has fired four rounds in the same time span, with her shots falling within half an inch of each other and the bulls-eye.] SCP-4793: Your stance is off. Shore: What do you mean? [SCP-4793 slides in behind Captain Shore. Reaching forward, they wrap their hands around hers.] SCP-4793: Feel where my foot is? On the outside of yours? Shore: Yeah… SCP-4793: It's too far out. A wide stance is good, but you're a little overextended. [Taps her foot gently.] Just a touch. [SCP-4793 disengages and steps back as Captain Shore levels her pistol and fires. The shot passes through the center of the target.] Shore: Hell. You were right. SCP-4793: Just trying to be helpful, Holly. Shore: Yeah, but you could have just tapped my foot. SCP-4793: Huh. How about that. Shore: You got something you wanna sa- [A portion of the ventilation falls to the floor. From the gap in the ceiling, a dark form emerges and jumps to the ground. Both Captain Shore and SCP-4793 recoil. The creature tackles Captain Shore, causing the stall to collapse on top of her. A gunshot is heard. Turning back towards SCP-4793, it starts to emit a series of inhumane laughs.] SCP-4793: What the fuck is that. Shore: [Grunting.] I… don't know. My gun. It's by the wall. [Captain Shore points to the opposite wall, where her firearm is laying.] SCP-4793: Got it. [SCP-4793 dives towards the gun. They wrap their fingers around it before being knocked back by the monster. SCP-4793 rolls into a combat stance and points it at the creature.] Shore: Pull the trigger! SCP-4793: [Grimacing] Okay- [SCP-4793 pulls the trigger and the revolver clicks.] Shore: Fuck. [The creature presses the attack, bludgeoning SCP-4793 with its wings and scratching with claws. After kicking it off of them, SCP-4793 pulls the leg off of a metal table. Within a few seconds, it has morphed into a short sword.] SCP-4793: [Pointing the weapon at the creature.] Stop. I don't want to hurt you. Shore: The fuck are you doing? SCP-4793: It's intelligent. I-I think it's scared. [The creature cocks its head at SCP-4793 and turns to face Captain Shore, exposing a mouth full of crooked and sharp teeth.] Shore: Andy, I don't think it's friendly. [The creature lunges at Captain Shore, but SCP-4793 manages to intercept it. The creature is impaled on the end of the short sword and SCP-4793 exhales deeply.] Shore: What was that? [SCP-4793 tosses the sword and body aside and begins to move the remnants of the stall off of Captain Shore.] SCP-4793: I don't know. Some kind of nightmare? Shore: No, I mean what you just did. I've never seen anything move that fast. SCP-4793: I… listened to my instincts. Shore: Does that mean your memory… SCP-4793: Yeah, it's all coming back. Slowly. But we've got bigger problems… Shore: Shit! [Removes her radio from her belt] Hailing all channels, this is Captain Holly Shore of Mobile Task Force Upsilon-11. We have a containment breach in progress. Hostile entities in unknown numbers. Please respond. Over Radio: Roger that. This is Lieutenant Commander Ashley Crowley. Code Red going up. Over. [Several seconds later, klaxons begin sounding.] Shore: Attention, Upsilon-11. Rendezvous the armory on Level 3. SCP-4793: Armory? Shore: A precaution. We don't know what we're up against. SCP-4793: Understood. Shore: Are you okay with this? SCP-4793: You could have died. I can't let that happen. Shore: Alright. Let's move. [END LOG] - Combat Log 131 + Surveillance Log - Project X06 - Surveillance Log - Project X06 Surveillance Log Transcript Date: 28/12/2018 Subject: Holding and Observation Chambers, Floor 25. [BEGIN LOG] [Doctor Eleanor Fitz-Patrick is seen observing a single instance of Project X06 through a reinforced window. The creature is black, bipedal, and appears to be watching Dr. Fitz-Patrick.] Dr. Fitz-Patrick: What in God's name did he do here… [The door to the chamber opens, startling Dr. Fitz-Patrick. Site Director Jack Hargraves enters.] Director Hargraves: Ah. Ellie. Glad you could make it. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Don't you call me Ellie. This isn't a casual meeting. We're not friends. Director Hargraves: Who's saying we can't be? Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Everything that I stand for? All my moral and ethical codes? It’s your delusions of grandeur made manifest. Director Hargraves: Don't get self-righteous. All those pretty words don't make me care any more about the meaning. As for what I've done here, I've made humanity's savior. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Like hell you have. Director Hargraves: What's your problem, Eleanor? I may have created something that could save the world! An intelligent lifeform, capable of reproducing asexually and speaking. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: You're kidding me right? You took Alien and mashed in Jurassic Park. Then you had the audacity to give it near-Human level intelligence? Who gave you the right? Director Hargraves: Well, who could stop me? You? Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Yes me. That monstrosity in there? I was sent here to- [Director Hargraves turns his head towards the enclosure. All color drains from his face.] Director Hargraves: We need to go. Now. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: [Flustered] What? What do you mean? Director Hargraves: There were two X06s in that enclosure. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Fuck. Director Hargraves: We need to contact Site Sec- [A ventilation shaft falls to the ground behind them. Falling from above, the X06-1 spreads its wings and screams at the pair.] X06-1: H-h-arrr- [Dr Fitz-Patrick and Director Hargraves sprint towards the door and begin to fumble with the handle.] Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Open the goddamn door, Jack! Director Hargraves: I'm trying! [X06-1 moves slowly closer, observing them.] Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Fuck fuck fuck. [Moving forward, X06-1 slams a chair into the air.] [END LOG - CAMERA DESTROYED] - Surveillance Log - Project X06 + Surveillance Log - Level 3 Armory - Surveillance Log - Level 3 Armory Surveillance Log Transcript Date: 28/12/2018 Subject: Level 10 Armory [BEGIN LOG] [MTF Upsilon-11 ("Avalon's Wake") is seen surrounding the central table of the armory, along with SCP-4793. Lieutenant Commander Ashley Crowley is using a Foundation issue laptop.] Crowley: I've got a lot of heat sigs from the basement and moving up, quick. Zimmerman: How long till they hit the D-Block and Gen-Pop? Crowley: Not long. I'm getting new hits every minute. McCalloway: I'm calling Security. They can lock those sectors down. Crowley: Not sure that'll help. These things seem to be moving through the vents. Shore: Yeah the one we dropped was in the vents too. Crowley, find out what this thing is. Crowley: Already on it. Shore: Everybody, I want full tactical gear. Jenkins: Weapons? Shore: Pick your favorite but grab a CQC piece too. It's gonna be tight once we hit Maintenance. [The group disperses, except for Crowley and SCP-4793. Captain Shore turns and pulls them aside.] Shore: You need to grab a weapon if you're coming with us. SCP-4793: I-I know. Shore: It's not too late to back out. But once we leave this room- SCP-4793: I know. But I'm coming with you. I've lost too many people. I can't let it happen to you. Shore: Which is why you have to pull it together. If you freeze up, it's gonna get me or somebody on my team killed. [SCP-4793 nods and walks towards a bin filled with broken ceramic plates and damaged Kevlar vests. After 5 seconds of contact with the container, the materials reconfigure themselves into a set of armor consisting of a chest piece, gauntlets, and greaves. Several minutes pass as the rest of the team dons their gear.] Shore: Crowley, got anything yet? Crowley: Not yet. It doesn't seem to match anything on file. Jenkins: How far's the spread? Crowley: Can't do everything at once. Shore: Check the Project-X files. I don't think this is something we found. [Rapid typing.] Crowley: Got something. Project-X06. This doesn't look good, Captain. Shore: What's wrong? Crowley: Whatever Hargraves was trying to do, I don't think it worked. These things… They’re something else. Shore: Explain. Crowley: We're looking at hardened skin, advanced reflexes, and intelligence comparable to humans. Jenkins: Can't be that tough. Androcles killed one. Zimmerman: He also picked up a grown man like he was a doll and threw him into a wall. [SCP-4793 winces.] McCalloway: How are there so many of them? We would have heard if they had a farm like this running. Crowley: One sec. [Pause.] Okay, it looks like they're capable of reproducing after one feeding. Whatever there is on what a feeding means is covered in black ink. But they grow fast. According to this, that one you fought? That couldn't have been more than an hour old. [Pause.] That's weird… Shore: What's wrong? Something else? Crowley: Yeah. I tried to send this file to Overwatch Command so they could inform our backup on the threat. But this file doesn't exist on the network. [Rapid typing.] Nothing exists on the network. Shore: Like the system is down? Crowley: No. Hargraves must have moved all our documents to offline, local servers. According to this, the only things we've logged in the last nine years are a handful of SCPs, all high profile incidents. 4451, the monster in Kansas City and that thing in Dallas. Basically anything with a PoI or a GoI involved. Jenkins: We must have recovered over 100 items in that time. Shore: His weapons program… He wanted to keep it off the O5s' radar. Bastard. Okay, what's the most dangerous thing still on SCIP net? What's our backup expecting? [Rapid typing.] Crowley: A girl who makes your blood boil if she touches you. I'm gonna try to get the Site AI to move the X06 file to the main network and flag it as an active breach, but there are no guarantees. I have no idea what else Hargraves did to the site. Shore: Christ. Alright, gear up Crowley. [Crowley closes the laptop and opens her locker. SCP-4793 pulls Captain Shore aside.] SCP-4793: Holly, this is a suicide mission. Shore: Yeah… I know. SCP-4793: Then I have to come with you. Shore: Why? SCP-4793: It's like you said, one magic soldier. Shore: But what if you lose control? What if you leave here as the old you? SCP-4793: If you survive, it'll be worth it. Jenkins: Hey Androcles, you gonna grab a weapon or…? [SCP-4793 grimaces, then tears the door off of a locker, which becomes a small, circular shield. They then pull the metal legs off a chair, transforming them into a kopis.] Shore: This isn't gonna be easy. We've got a lot of ground to cover. Our backup is coming in blind. These monsters are smart and tough. But if it was easy… All MTF Members: It wouldn't be an Avalon mission! Shore: Fuck yeah! Alright, body cams on. We're rolling out. [END LOG] - Surveillance Log - Level 3 Armory Recovered Logs - Containment Breach: The following transcripts were recorded on the body cameras of MTF Upsilon-11 during the breach. + Body Camera Footage - WO MCCALLOWAY - Body Camera Footage - WO MCCALLOWAY Body Camera Transcript Date: 28/12/2018 User: Warrant Officer Jake McCalloway Team: Mobile Task Force Upsilon-11 ("Avalon's Wake") Event: Containment Breach - Multiple Hostile Entities - Risk Level: Danger Location: Site-20, a remote Foundation Facility in New Mexico. [BEGIN LOG] [MTF Upsilon is in an express elevator bound for Floor Ten.] Zimmerman: Been awhile since I fought beside a scip… Not since, well, him. SCP-4793: [Softly.] 076? Zimmerman: Yeah… McCalloway: Captain, how do we know he's not gonna flip his shit and go all Omega-7 on us? Shore: Androcles isn’t anything like 076. You've been there for every single thing we've run with him. McCalloway: Yeah, but if he chickens out, we're still all dead. Not much difference. Jenkins: Will you just shut up? We don't need to think about this right now. Elevator: Welcome to Floor Ten, General Housing. [The MTF departs. There are papers and the bodies of security personnel scattered around the hallway. Most of the lighting fixtures have been damaged and several are hanging from their sockets and flickering. Captain Shore touches her earpiece.] Shore: Holiday. Bring up emergency lighting on floor ten. [The corridor is flooded with soft red lighting from several backup units. An X06 is seen running in a far off cross hallway.] Crowley: It's heading to the dorms. [The MTF gives chase, heading for the dormitory. The door to the sector has been sealed and the body of a staff member is leaning against it, with an X06 latched onto it.] Jenkins: Christ! [Jenkins opens fire.] [The sound of the rifle reverberates off the walls. Three bullets strike the X06 in the head, chest, and stomach. It emits a screech and falls to the ground. A pool of blood is rapidly spreading out from the hole in its stomach. Crowley leans down and checks the body.] Crowley: He's gone. I'm guessing it was exsanguination. Jenkins: Care to say that simpler? Zimmerman: Blood loss. That thing drained him. That's why there's so much blood coming from it. SCP-4793: It's a blood meal. Jenkins: What? SCP-4793: Um. Mosquitos usually just eat pollen. But the females need a "blood meal" to actually make the casing for their eggs. I was reading about it last week. Shore: So that's what feeding is. Crowley, how long till you can get this open? Crowley: Few seconds. It's just in lockdown. [Crowley pops the cover of the panel off with a knife. After examining it for several seconds, she lets out a sigh.] Crowley: Scratch that. They must have shot the lock on the other side. This thing's got more shrapnel than circuits. Shore: How long? Crowley: No promises, but maybe, five minutes? [Inhuman laughing is heard from several directions around the team.] Zimmerman: Company incoming. Shore: Weapons hot. Jenkins, watch Crowley. Ace and I'll take left. Andy and McCalloway take right. [SCP-4793 and McCalloway take a defensive position. McCalloway shoulders his automatic shotgun and looks at SCP-4793.] McCalloway: I don't know why Holly brought you along, but don't get me killed. SCP-4793: I-I won't. McCalloway: Sound more sure about it. Look alive. I've got shadows ahead. [The sounds of gunfire are heard from behind the camera. A small pack of seven X06's begin to move slowly down the hallway towards McCalloway and SCP-4793.] McCalloway: Contacts! [McCalloway fires, the slug hitting the leader in the head. The pack breaks formation. He fires two more shots, striking one in the chest and another in the throat. SCP-4793 moves forward and uses their shield to catch one in mid-lunge, slamming it with enough force to crush it against the concrete wall. They pull their shield out and manages to cover themself before another X06 collides with them. Without looking, McCalloway draws his pistol and shoots the X06 twice.] SCP-4793: Thanks. McCalloway: [Downs another X06 and turns his head.] Not now. [The last X06 lunges at McCalloway. Pushing him aside, SCP-4793 brings their kopis down and decapitates it.] McCalloway: Damn… SCP-4793: How… how do you make it look so easy? McCalloway: What, this? It's not. [McCalloway begins reloading his shotgun.] McCalloway: But it's them, [Gestures behind him.] or my friends. Gotta be ready to make the sacrifice play. How's it going over there, Captain? Shore: [Off Camera.] Engaged 6 hostiles. All downed. You? McCalloway: Seven. Shore: [Off Camera.] How's that door coming, Crowley? Crowley: [Off Camera.] Almost… [A hissing sound is heard.] Got it! [The camera turns, and the MTF enters the sector. The hallways are clear but empty. McCalloway punches the control pad on the inside of the doorframe and destroys what's left of it. It sparks and the door slams shut.] Jenkins: Doesn't look like they made it in here yet. Shore: But where is everyone? Zimmerman: Hiding. I wouldn't want to have to fight any of those creatures unarmed. McCalloway: Those dogs weren't so bad. [A person's head appears in the doorway of a room. He soon emerges.] Staff Member 1: Oh thank God. It's not those… things. [Twenty-five people emerge from the rooms into the hallway.] Staff Member 2: Is that Upsilon-11? Staff Member 3: Wait? Is that 4793? Shore: We're here to pull you out. Is this everyone? Staff Member 2: Everyone that made it here… before we had to close the doors. [Zimmerman pulls Captain Shore aside.] Zimmerman: Look, this is probably everyone still alive. Shore: I'm afraid you're- SCP-4793: Is Doctor Fitz-Patrick here? Eleanor Fitz-Patrick? Staff Member 1: No. She got transferred to the X06 Project so she's probably… [SCP-4793's shoulders fall.] Shore: Hey, we don't know if she was able to make it to the D-Block. Zimmerman: Captain, we need to move. This is spreading fast. Shore: Roger that, Ace. People, we need to move. There's a freight elevator at the other entrance. Leads right up to the- [The sounds of grinding metal is heard.] Crowley: Jake! Behind you! [END LOG - CAMERA DESTROYED] - Body Camera Footage - WO MCCALLOWAY + Body Camera Footage - CWO ZIMMERMAN - Body Camera Footage - CWO ZIMMERMAN Body Camera Transcript Date: 28/12/2018 User: Chief Warrant Officer Siegfried "Ace" Zimmerman Team: Mobile Task Force Upsilon-11 ("Avalon's Wake") Event: Containment Breach - Multiple Hostile Entities - Risk Level: Danger Location: Site-20, a remote Foundation Facility in New Mexico. [BEGIN LOG] [Camera shows the hallway of the Living Quarters within Site-20. There are twenty-five staff members assembled in front of the MTF.] Zimmerman: Captain, we need to move. This is spreading fast. Shore: Roger that, Ace. People, we need to move. There's a freight elevator at the other entrance. Leads right up to the- [The sounds of grinding metal is heard.] Crowley: Jake! Behind you! [Camera sharply turns to Warrant Officer McCalloway. The door behind him has been torn open and a large creature6 appears in the hole. It reaches in and grabs McCalloway, slamming his head off the top of the frame and pulling him into the darkness.] Shore: Fuck! Crowley, Jenkins, Andy, get these people to the surface! Now! SCP-4793: But- Shore: That's an order! Ace, with me! [Zimmerman vaults the door and fires off a few shots at the fleeing creature.] Zimmerman: It's headed for the elevator! Shore: We need to get him back! [Both Shore and Zimmerman take off down the hallway. They reach an elevator shaft. Zimmerman shines his flashlight down the hole. It gleams off the creature, which shoots him a snarl before exiting the shaft.] Zimmerman: That's D-Block. There's no straight path down there. Gotta go through Floor Eleven. Shore: Fuck. [The pair move into the stairwell.] Zimmerman: Did you see the size of that thing? Shore: Yeah. What was that? Everything else here was just fucked-up dogs. Zimmerman: That was like one of those raptors from Jurassic Park but bigger. [They reach the bottom and take a second to catch their breath.] Zimmerman: We going in loud? [Captain Shore doesn't respond. Bracing herself, she kicks the doorknob out and knocks the door wide open. Several X06s are in the room and look at the source of the noise.] Zimmerman: Loud it is. [He levels his light machine gun and starts firing into the room. Captain Shore joins him. Slowly, they begin to make progress across the floor.] Shore: Halfway. Zimmerman: Copy that. [From behind them comes the sound of laughter as X06s begin to emerge from rooms they'd passed by. More begin to fill out the way ahead.] Shore: It's a trap. Zimmerman: That big thing wanted us down here. Is there a way out behind? Shore: No, but we won't survive in the open. Move! [The pair begin to run towards a laboratory. Zimmerman slams the door as the first X06 catches up with them.] Shore: Hold the door! I'll find something! [Captain Shore begins moving a large bookcase in front of the door.] Zimmerman: That's not gonna hold them. Shore: Help me flip these tables. We need a barricade. [Several moments pass as they place tables on their side. The banging on the door gets louder and louder and the bookcase begins to slide along the floor.] Shore: What's your ammo look like? Zimmerman: Bout 75 in the LMG. Shore: Got two full mags for my rifle. Zimmerman: Let's give em hell. [The door stops banging and the sounds of screams can be heard outside.] Zimmerman: What the fuck was that? [Over the next thirty minutes, the screams slowly fade to nothing. Another minute passes and the door is kicked open. Zimmerman and Captain Shore fire off several shots, knocking the figure backward.] Shore: Do you think that's- [A figure flies into the room, kicking the table and sending the pair several meters back. Captain Shore rolls into a firing position and the camera pans to reveal a humanoid, covered in blood and deep cuts, standing over them.] Shore: Androcles? [SCP-4793 looks at Captain Shore with no sign of recognition. They lift their kopis and raise their shield into a defensive position.] Shore: Wait, it's us. It's Holly! [SCP-4793 blinks for several moments and falls to their knees.] SCP-4793: Oh Gods, did… I hurt you? I'm so sorry. Shore: No, we shot you. [Pauses.] How are you still walking? You should be dead. Zimmerman: Where are the others? SCP-4793: It was a trap. They wanted to split us up. As soon as we stepped out on the other side, we got hit by one of those big guys and a swarm of the dogs. We only lost two of the doctors. I think. But Crowley got hurt really bad. She and Jenkins are up top right now. Shore: Why aren't you with them? SCP-4793: If they set a trap for us, it meant you two were walking into an ambush. I-I had to. Zimmerman: What about Ashley? What happened? SCP-4793: One of the big ones nearly took her arm off. The dogs are dangerous in numbers but those things are just. I don't know. [Zimmerman stands up and starts walking over to the door.] Shore: You didn't even recognize me when you came in. I'm worried about you. You need to get out of here. SCP-4793: No. I need to find Doctor Fitz-Patrick. Even if she's… [Pause.] And I need to keep you safe. Shore: I don't need to be kept safe. Zimmerman: Hey Holly? You should come see this. [Zimmerman turns and steps into the hallway as Captain Shore walks over to him. The hallway is filled with dead or dying X06s and X06-2s in an unbroken line that leads into the open area where they had came from. Chunks of flesh and bone are sticking to the walls and a thin layer of blood covers the floor everywhere.] Shore: Did… you do this? SCP-4793: I-I had to. It was- Zimmerman: Look, Holly, you know what this reminds of? Shore: Yeah. I know. Zimmerman: He's extremely dangerous. If he loses it, do you think we'd be able to stop him? I don't want him to come with us… Shore: I agree. [Pauses.] There's a 'but' at the end of the sentence. Spill it. Zimmerman: He's our only chance of getting to D-Block. He’s probably the only reason we're alive right now. Shore: Okay. [SCP-4793 walks towards them.] SCP-4793: We… should move. [They step past Captain Shore and Zimmerman, keeping their head looking at the ceiling. Their breathing gets more rapid. The MTFs follows and they reach the other staircase in three minutes.] Zimmerman: Ready for another adventure? SCP-4793: No. Zimmerman: Too bad. You picked one hell of a day- [END LOG] - Body Camera Footage - CWO ZIMMERMAN + Body Camera Footage - CAPTAIN SHORE-1 - Body Camera Footage - CAPTAIN SHORE-1 Body Camera Transcript Date: 28/12/2018 User: Captain Holly Shore Team: Mobile Task Force Upsilon-11 ("Avalon's Wake") Event: Containment Breach - Multiple Hostile Entities - Risk Level: Danger Location: Site-20, a remote Foundation Facility in New Mexico. [BEGIN LOG] [Captain Shore descends the staircase and pauses briefly at the door before opening it. The hallway is clear, but a barricade made of chairs and tables sits at the end. The bodies of several X06s are lying front of it, as well as several corpses clad in orange jumpsuits.] Zimmerman: Damn, I think I turned my body cam off. Shore: Looks like the D-Class put up a fight. SCP-4793: If they didn't block the elevator, they only boxed themselves in. [The trio climb the barricade. As they turn the corner, they see the open elevator shaft and an X06-2 lying motionless on the floor in a pool of blood.] Shore: That's the one that grabbed McCalloway. But where is he? Zimmerman: Better question, what killed it? Unknown Voice: Who the fuck's there? We're armed! [Captain Shore and Zimmerman shoulder their weapons and move towards the opening to the D-Class containment block. Hiding behind makeshift barriers, a mixture of D-Class and Security Officers can be seen. At the sight of the MTF, they lower their weapons, which are mostly knives and sharpened broom handles.] D-1825: Oh shit. A fucking MTF? Never thought I'd be happy to see you fucks. You here to spring us from this death trap? Shore: Are you guys… [Gestures to the Security Officers and the D-Class.] working together? Security Officer Jones: Well, yeah. We're mostly all friends here. D-1736: None of the doctors really use human test subjects, so we mostly just play cards down here and shoot the shit. D-2398: Yeah! Jones over here's wife is pregnant [Gestures to Security Officer Jones.] and he says once I get out, he's gonna make me their godparent! [Several moments of silence follow.] D-1916: Nah, we're just fucking with you. Gallows humor. [Nervous chuckle.] D-3497: It's man versus fucking Predator down here. Shit like D-Class and Guard don't mean anything now. Shore: Um… Okay. But yes, we are here to pull you out of here. First, that thing in the elevator, where's the man it was carrying? Security Officer Jones: Oh. He's one of you? Follow me. [Officer Jones moves to one of the cells and Captain Shore follows. Warrant Officer McCalloway is laying on a cot with bedsheets wrapped around his sternum. A large bloodstain is leaking through the cloth. A D-Class is taking his vitals and is about to administer an unknown medication with a syringe.] McCalloway: Well Hell. If it isn't my buddies. Shore: What happened to you? McCalloway: Well that thing grabbed me. You know that. Knocked me out for a little bit. Woke up when it hit the floor of that elevator. Next thing I know, the damn thing gets swarmed. Left me a little parting gift though. [Gestures at the wound, pauses and coughs heavily into his hand. When he pulls it away, it's covered in blood.] [The D-Class puts Captain Shore aside.] D-4534: Your friend's injuries are… severe. That monster's claw caught him in the chest and almost certainly punctured a lung. If he doesn't get to a real doctor soon, he's gonna die. Zimmerman: What were you about to give him? D-4534: Morphine. We pulled it, as well as some other things, from a surgery suite upstairs before they overran that sector. Shore: Ace, can you help this man with McCalloway? I'm gonna see if there's a way out. [Captain Shore turns and exits the cell. Pausing for a moment, she begins to walk towards SCP-4793.] Shore: A word, please. SCP-4793: Hey. Shore: You're not okay, are you? SCP-4793: No. I'm not. Did you see what I did back there? What I'm capable of? I don't want to be that person. Shore: Nobody wants to be that person. When we send the D-Class up, you're going with them. That's final. SCP-4793: What about you and Ace? Shouldn't you wait for back up? Shore: What back up? By the time another MTF shows up, it'll be too late. We need to blow the reactor. SCP-4793: But that's suicide. Shore: This isn't about what I want anymore. If I don't fight, a lot more people are gonna get killed. SCP-4793: Then I'm coming with you. Shore: No. Dying, I can deal with. Watching you lose yourself, I can't. [Captain Shore turns away and walks towards Security Officer Jones.] Shore: What's the fastest way out of here? Security Officer Jones: The freight elevator. [Jones points to the elevator doors in the back of the Guards' Office.] Shore: Well, why haven't you used it? Security Officer Jones: We don't have cards for it. If a D-Class got one- Shore: Yeah I get it. But my card works. So we're getting out of here. Now [A cheer goes up from the assembled personnel. A metallic twang is heard and the lookout comes running back into the room.] D-1825: Guys! I think something is trying to cut the uh cord thing in the elevator. [Captain Shore removes her keycard from her belt and hands it to Jones.] Shore: Get everyone in the elevator. We'll hold em off. [END LOG] - Body Camera Footage - CAPTAIN SHORE-1 + Body Camera Footage - CAPTAIN SHORE-2 - Body Camera Footage - CAPTAIN SHORE-2 Body Camera Transcript Date: 28/12/2018 User: Captain Holly Shore Team: Mobile Task Force Upsilon-11 ("Avalon's Wake") Event: Containment Breach - Multiple Hostile Entities - Risk Level: Danger Location: Site-20, a remote Foundation Facility in New Mexico. [BEGIN LOG] [Camera opens to a series of barricades constructed out of cots and cell furniture and six D-Class personnel are standing behind them, armed with standard-issue handguns and shotguns. Turning, the camera shows a Security Officer standing in the Guard's Office, surrounded by D-Class. A man in a torn and bloodstained Euclid uniform and a set of unknown armor is standing near the entrance to the office.] Shore: Jones. Is that thing running? Jones: Yeah, weight sensors say it's empty. But it might take a little while running on emergency power. Shore: Copy that. [Turns to the D-Class at the barricades.] Alright, thanks for volunteering. It's about to get bloody in here. Zimmerman: But we're gonna hold the line until that elevator gets to the surface. Shore: Is that understood? D-1825: Hell yeah! D-3497: This shit's like Alien but Ripley's got fucking Seal Team Six backing her up. Can't wait to drop some Xenos. Shore: You are… really gung-ho about this. D-2319: We were all Marines before this. Same squad and everything. Defensive measures are kinda second nature to us. Shore: If we get out of this alive, I'm gonna recommend a transfer to a Task Force for all of you. D-1736: What's it like? McCalloway: [From the adjacent cell.] The benefits are okay, the grind sucks, but the job security? [Coughing.] Incredible. Zimmerman: That's the first joke you've ever told, Jake. McCalloway: Maybe if you shove it up your ass, Ace, it'll last longer. [A metallic twange is heard.] Shore: They're almost through the cable. Zimmerman: Once that's open, they'll probably push from the other sides. [A ding is heard and the camera pans to see the freight elevator doors open. The crowd of D-Class pushes inside, accompanied by several Security Officers.] Shore: Jones! Get as far from this site as you can. It’s gonna get hot in here soon. [A murmur goes up from the eight D-Class who are outside the elevator. SCP-4793 grimaces.] Jones: But Site-20 doesn't have a nuke. Shore: We're gonna improvise. [The doors close, leaving only the MTF, fifteen D-Class, and SCP-4793 in the block. Several minutes pass as the cable continues to reverberate. Several of the D-Class begin to fidget. The cable snaps and the elevator plummets down the shaft. After a few seconds, the hand of an X06 grabs the edge and begins to pull itself up.] Shore: Here we go! D-2319: MTF Chain Gang7! Fuck em up! [X06s begin to flood the room, attacking from the elevator shaft and the sides. The D-Class and MTF members open fire. The first waves are killed or pushed back.] Shore: Doctor! Move McCalloway to the elevator! Everyone else! Start falling back! [Captain Shore fires at several X06s and turns on another when her gun emits a click. She draws her handgun and starts moving back towards the door to the office. Four X06 crawlers begin to move towards her and Captain Shore terminates two of them before tripping on an unknown obstacle.] SCP-4793: Holly! [An X06 jumps on Captain Shore. She pushes her arm into its throat as it starts to claw at her. She pulls a knife from her belt and stabs it three times in the neck before shoving it off of her.] X06: H-H-Holly… [An unknown force drags Captain Shore backward. The camera shows the battle is going poorly: Two of the D-Class have left their positions, one is lying motionless on the floor, and Zimmerman has switched to his shotgun. The camera begins to swing wildly as Captain Shore is pulled closer to the office door.] SCP-4793: It's me! Stop fighting. [Captain Shore stands up. She looks at her arm; the sleeve is torn and it's bleeding.] Shore: Get back! The lift should be here soon! [The five remaining D-Class and Zimmerman sprint to the final barricade while Captain Shore lays down suppressing fire. All seven begin to fire at the oncoming X06s.] Shore: Where's McCalloway? Where's the vet? [D-4534 stumbles out of a cell as an X06-2 lunges into the room. He vaults the barricade and collapses on the ground.] D-4534: [Breathing heavily] Gave… Morphine… He… wouldn't… He grabbed… the [A gunshot is heard and the X06-2's arm falls out of the room as Warrant Officer McCalloway emerges from the cell, wielding his automatic shotgun in one hand and his sidearm in the other.] McCalloway: Who's next?! Come and fucking get some! D-4534: Adrenaline… [Three X06-2s and seven X06s converge on McCalloway, who begins to move towards the elevator shaft. The freight elevator dings and the camera pans to see Warrant Officer Jenkins step out and fire through the glass window at the X06-2s.] McCalloway: Get the fuck outta here! [The waiting D-Class rush into the elevator, while the five surviving D-Class combatants move to provide fire support beside Jenkins.] Zimmerman: Jake! [Zimmerman begins to move across the cellblock towards McCalloway.] Jenkins: We need to go! Shore: Ace and I are gonna blow the reactor! SCP-4793: You won't make it there! [Zimmerman has passed the doorway leading into the cell block and is only a few meters from McCalloway, who has sustained several severe injuries. An X06 lunges at Zimmerman, who hits it in the chest with a blast from his shotgun. McCalloway discards his firearms and draws a large combat knife from his belt as an X06-2 slashes him down his back. He turns and stabs upward into its skull.] McCalloway: I'm ready! How 'bout you! [Gesturing to an X06.] [The hand of an X06-2 reaches up and grabs McCalloway's leg. He looks down at it, swears, and is pulled off his feet and into the elevator shaft. Zimmerman dives and grabs his hand. He manages to hold McCalloway for a few seconds before being dragged into the shaft himself.] Shore: Ace! [SCP-4793 grabs Captain Shore and pulls her into the office, slamming the door behind them.] Jenkins: Fucking Hell! SCP-4793: You can't save them. Shore: I have to kill all these damn things! SCP-4793: You need to get a fucking grip, Holly. Remember the first thing you said to me? Jenkins: Hurry up! We can't hold them for long! [Jenkins and the D-Class Combatants begin to back up towards the elevator.] Shore: What?! SCP-4793: "We're the Foundation. We keep people safe." Here's people. Keep them safe. [Jenkins is inside, still firing into the X06s as they move closer. SCP-4793 pushes Holly and she stumbles into the elevator.] SCP-4793: Hold her! Don't let her out! [They turn away and raise their sword and shield as the X06s pass the final barricade before the office. Several D-Class grab Captain Shore and hold her. SCP-4793 turns back to look at Captain Shore as the elevator doors close.] Shore: Androcles! SCP-4793: I'm sorry. [END LOG] - Body Camera Footage - CAPTAIN SHORE-2 Recovered Logs - Post Evacuation: The following transcripts were recovered following the evacuation of most surviving personnel. + Body Camera Footage - CWO ZIMMERMAN-2 - Body Camera Footage - CWO ZIMMERMAN-2 Body Camera Transcript Date: 28/12/2018 User: Chief Warrant Officer Seigfried "Ace" Zimmerman Team: Mobile Task Force Upsilon-11 ("Avalon's Wake") Event: Containment Breach - Multiple Hostile Entities - Risk Level: Danger Location: Site-20, a remote Foundation Facility in New Mexico. <Impact Detected.> <Powering On.> [Camera shows the interior of an elevator. The walls are covered with blood and the ceiling is completely absent. The Site-20 Storage Depot can be seen and a small fire is burning in a trash can. Several bodies are sprawled on the ground. An hour and thirteen minutes pass.] Zimmerman: [Coughing.] Wha… What happ.. [Twelve minutes pass. Footsteps can be heard. A man in a bloodstained and torn Euclid uniform wearing unknown armor and a helmet of unknown manufacture appears in the frame.] SCP-4793: Oh… They're… I don't know what I was hoping for… Zimmerman: [Cough.] Not.. [Cough.] Yet. SCP-4793: Ace? Sweet Hephaestus… You fell like fourteen floors. Zimmerman: And I'm feeling every foot. [Cough.] What did you call me? SCP-4793: Hephaestus. God of Fire and Metalworking. Zimmerman: Why? [Cough.] SCP-4793: He was thrown off a mountain by his mother for being ugly and survived. Zimmerman: I'd laugh if I was in any shape. SCP-4793: Is McCalloway…? Zimmerman: No chance. But the bastard died as he lived. Stupid as hell and running straight into danger. SCP-4793: Ares would have liked him. Zimmerman: Is Holly safe? She's not with you. SCP-4793: I pushed her into the elevator. Told the D-Class not to let her out. Zimmerman: So what's the plan? SCP-4793: I don't have one. Getting down here was pure luck. Finding you alive was a miracle. [Pause.] Can you walk? [Zimmerman leans forward and then falls back.] Zimmerman: I can feel my legs… [Cough.] Just can't move em. SCP-4793: Okay. I'm gonna grab one of the carts and put you on it. And McCalloway. Then I'll get you to the freight elevator. [SCP-4793 turns to walk away.] Zimmerman: That's not what I meant. The X06s. SCP-4793: I'm gonna blow up the reactor. Zimmerman: Yeah, but how? SCP-4793: I… don't know. But I have to. [Several minutes pass before SCP-4793 returns with a depot cart. They pick McCalloway up first, then help Zimmerman to his feet and walk him over.] SCP-4793: There we go. Zimmerman: Why did you come back? [Cough.] For all you knew, I was dead. SCP-4793: You weren't gonna leave McCalloway behind when that big thing grabbed him. [SCP-4793 begins to push the cart. Zimmerman draws his sidearm and checks the magazine.] Zimmerman: Where'd you get the helmet? Looks sick. SCP-4793: R&D. It's a prototype for some kinda space program. Space combat. [Laughing.] I still can't believe humans went to space. Now, we're getting ready to fight up there? Zimmerman: Yeah, that's pretty crazy. [Cough.] Guess since you made it down here, you had to fight your way through. [SCP-4793 is silent for several moments.] SCP-4793: Yeah. I didn't want to. Feels like more of me is slipping away. Zimmerman: Nobody ever said this job was good for your soul. [Cough.] Helps when the thing on the other side of the gun isn't human, but it never gets easier. SCP-4793: How do you sleep at night? All the things you've seen, everything you've done? Zimmerman: I don't. Toss and turn every night. See a lot of faces, people I've killed, people who I’ve lost. [Silence.] Zimmerman: We’re fighting for something greater. That’s what they tell you. Never helped me none. SCP-4793: [Quietly.] Nobody here died for a reason. Zimmerman: And Hargraves'll rot in Hell for it. [The sound of twisting metal can be heard. Zimmerman pivots to look at SCP-4793. The metal bar used to push the trolley is bent severely.] Zimmerman: Hey. Don't lose your soul. [Cough.] You're a good man, Androcles. Maybe under different circumstances, we'd be friends. SCP-4793: Maybe if I manage to get out of here, we could be. [Zimmerman turns back. The freight elevator doors are open and an X06 with red markings is sniffing around in the inside. Zimmerman levels his handgun, but SCP-4793 pushes it down with a hand.] Zimmerman: What? SCP-4793: He's not gonna hurt you. Zimmerman: But- SCP-4793: I don't know how to explain it. [SCP-4793 lets out a short whistle.] But let's get you on that lift. [The X06 walks over to SCP-4793 as they push the cart into the elevator.] Zimmerman: Is there anything I can…? SCP-4793: Um… yeah. Do the body cam batteries look like [Gestures with their hands.] [Zimmerman leans over and removes the battery from McCalloway's body camera.] Zimmerman: One size fits all. [Cough.] Good luck out there. SCP-4793: If I don't… come back. Take care of Holly. And don't let anyone come in here. Zimmerman: What do you mean? SCP-4793: I have to do this. At any cost. [END LOG] - Body Camera Footage - CWO ZIMMERMAN-2 + Camera Footage - MK II Orbital Combat Helmet - Camera Footage - MK II Orbital Combat Helmet Camera Transcript Date: 28/12/2018 User: <Unregistered User> Team: <N/A> [BEGIN LOG] SCP-4793: And… there we go! Hey, look at that, Argos! I think it's recording again. [Camera shows an upside-down empty hallway. The camera is suddenly flipped and moved side to side. SCP-4793 moves their hand back and forth in front of the camera. Looking to the side, the view changes to an X06 with red markings8. It sticks its tongue out and flaps its wings briefly.] SCP-4793: Hello. Whoever finds this. My name is Androcles. Or SCP-4793. This is Argos. He's… are you a … Nevermind, Argos is a friendly X06. I don't know why, every single one up till now has tried to kill me, but he just… trotted over to me with this helmet. Snapped me out of my… [SCP-4793 goes silent.] SCP-4793: We're on floor twenty-four. One below this, then two maintenance floors and then the reactor. [SCP-4793 begins walking towards a staircase. Entering the stairwell, he begins to descend the stairs.] SCP-4793: [Muttering.] Nobody here needed to die. There was no justice, not glory. Just… [SCP-4793 exits the stairwell. The hallway is filled with the bodies of researchers, as well as several X06s, who scatter after seeing them.] SCP-4793: Huh… That's… Nevermind. Let's go, Argos. [SCP-4793 begins walking towards a lab with the door ajar. Looking in, a broken security camera is lying on top of a set of monitors and a ventilation shaft lays on the floor. They keep walking.] SCP-4793: This place looks beat up. [SCP-4793 looks down to see a security officer with several grenades laid out around them.] SCP-4793: Oh. [X06-A runs into a lab and stops in front of a table. SCP-4793 enters and looks at the table where X06-A stopped. There are several large black spheres lying in an incubator. In a separate incubator, the remains of a red sphere lie. SCP-4793 picks one up and examines it.] SCP-4793: Is this your…? X06-A: Egg! [SCP-4793 looks at the label on the incubator. In small handwriting, it reads, "Blood Sample: 4793 | Purity: 100%".] SCP-4793: My blood? Wait, is that…? [Pause.] The visits to the medical wing. It was… [SCP-4793 continues to look around the labs for several minutes before the sound of scratching can be heard. They turn and head towards the source. A minute later, they come across an X06 scratching at a pile of rubble. SCP-4793 bangs their sword against their shield and it runs off down a side passage.] Unknown Voice: Hello? Is… somebody there? I'm behind this pile. My legs… I think they're broken. Please. SCP-4793: Hold on, I'll dig you out! [SCP-4793 begins moving the steel and concrete chunks with their hands. Grabbing an I-Beam, they prop up the collapsing ceiling and move the final pieces out of the way.] SCP-4793: You… Director Hargraves: Oh thank God. Androcles, you came to save me. SCP-4793: I'm not here for you. Director Hargraves: What else could you possibly be doing down here? SCP-4793: Walking to my death. Watching my friends get hurt. Die. Losing pieces of my soul. Director Hargraves: And what? This kind of thing happens. We just rebuild. SCP-4793: It's. All. Your. Fault. Director Hargraves: For the greater g- SCP-4793: Shut up. Nobody here died for any reason other than your arrogance! [Director Hargraves stiffens and props himself up on his elbows.] Director Hargraves: You're angry, aren't you? SCP-4793: Unimaginably. [Director Hargraves laughs.] Director Hargaves: I'm already a dead man. Just finish the job. SCP-4793: What do you- Director Hargraves: I see that blood. The notched blade. All those brand new scars. If you're going to kill me, don't wait. I was right about you all along, wasn't I [Runs his hand through his hair and laughs.] Go ahead, prove me right. You- you're a killer. You loved every second of it. Like a perfect killer. You just need motivation. [SCP-4793 is silent.] Director Hargraves: I saw you cried when we pulled you out of that cave. Was that the first time? Tears of joy? Glad to finally hurt somebody again. [Pause.] Did you even cry when Arabel died? [The tip of SCP-4793's blade begins to shake and Director Hargraves lets out a harsh laugh.] Director Hargraves: What? Did your precious Holly die too? [SCP-4793 lunges towards Director Hargraves, but stops short.] Director Hargraves: Oh? So you truly are a coward, deep down. SCP-4793: You aren't worth it. Killing you won't bring anyone back. [SCP-4793 reaches in, grabs Director Hargraves by the collar of his lab coat, and begins pulling him away from the rubble.] Director Hargraves: Wait. What are you? SCP-4793: And letting you die down here would be the same as killing you myself. [SCP-4793 drags Director Hargraves to the freight elevator and lets him go. They swipe a keycard and the machine begins to whir. Pulling a knife from their belt, they toss it to Hargraves.] SCP-4793: Use this to defend yourself against your pets. [They turn and walk away.] Director Hargraves: Wait you can't… just leave me. If the Foundation finds out I'm responsible… SCP-4793: Then use the knife to kill yourself. Your life is in your own hands. [Five minutes pass. After turning a corner, the camera shows X06-A scratching at a door. SCP-4793 starts jogging towards it.] SCP-4793: What is it, Argos? [SCP-4793 grabs the doorknob. It doesn't turn, so they punch it through the door. X06-A pushes through the door and enunciates a short phrase.] X06-A: Here… to… help! SCP-4793: Hey! Good job, Argos. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Andr… Androcles? [SCP-4793 looks into the corner of the room.] SCP-4793: Dr. Fitz-Patrick? Are you? [Pushing the door open, the light reveals two Junior Researchers and two Doctors hiding in the back of the closet.] Junior Researcher 1: How did you find us? Dr. Alexandra Virgil: Fuck, it's another one of those things. [Dr. Virgil pulls out a handgun.] SCP-4793: Woah! This is Argos. He's with me. Actually the reason I found you. [The survivors get up and start to walk towards SCP-4793.] Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Oh my god, you're covered in blood. SCP-4793: [Short laugh.] Yeah. But we gotta move. The elevator should be here any second. And Hargraves won't wait [Dr. Fitz-Patrick's eyes narrow.] Dr. Fitz-Patrick: He survived? [SCP-4793 begins to move towards the elevator.] SCP-4793: He wasn't worth it. [The group walks in silence, reaching the elevator. Director Hargraves looks up at them.] Director Hargraves: Oh Eleanor! You survived! [Doctor Fitz-Patrick kicks out, striking him in the head and knocking him to the ground.] Dr Fitz-Patrick: The Overseers sent me here to watch your pompous ass, and by God, you will answer for this. Every single death. Director Hargraves: It was… for the… [Doctor Virgil kicks him in the head.] Dr. Virgil: Fuck off. [The doors open and the Junior Researchers drag the unconscious director into the elevator, followed by the doctors. Dr. Fitz-Patrick looks back at SCP-4793.] Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Are you… SCP-4793: I'm not coming. I've gotta finish this. Somehow. [Dr. Fitz-Patrick steps out and embraces SCP-4793.] SCP-4793: Could you… [Removes helmet.] Take this with you? There's a message on it. Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Of course. For Captain Shore? SCP-4793: Yes. [Pause.] For Holly. [END LOG] - Camera Footage - MK II Orbital Combat Helmet + Surveillance Log - Reactor - Surveillance Log - Reactor Floor Surveillance Log Transcript Date: 28/12/2018 Subject: Reactor [BEGIN LOG] [Camera shows SCP-4793 and X06-A exit a stairwell and head to a terminal. SCP-4793 hesitates briefly and presses a button.] Holiday: Hello, I am Holiday. Site-20's Maintenence and Facilities AI. How may I help you? SCP-4793: Hi, Holiday. Can you do a sweep for life signs? Holiday: Sweep complete. I found 752 life signs. SCP-4793: How many humans? Holiday: One. SCP-4793: Thank you, Holiday. [SCP-4793 and X06-A exit the room.] <Powering On: Hallway Camera> [SCP-4793 continues towards the vaulted doorway to the reactor room and slips inside.] SCP-4793: What the… <Powering On: Reactor Room Camera> [The room is filled with large clusters of black spheres and on top of the reactor sits a massive X069. It is covered in a scaly armor and has short legs and arm. As SCP-4793 enters, it slithers down and stands before them, its head brushing against the fifteen meter tall ceiling.] X06-3: Welcome, Androcles. SCP-4793: How… do you know my name? X06-3: My father spoke of you often. You did him such a kindness. SCP-4793: Your fathe… Hargraves. X06-3: Did you know there's another Androcles. A Roman, but I digress. He plucked the thorn out of a lion's paw. Years later, when he was thrown into the arena by a cruel Caesar, the lion recognized him and spared his life. SCP-4793: Why are you telling me this? [X06-3 laughs.] X06-3: I am the lion. You saved my father, so I will grant you this boon: Leave now, and none of us will harm you. I know you have a loved one up above. SCP-4793: What, so you can kill everyone? X06-3: Kill? My short-sighted brother, we don't wish to kill anyone. As our father proclaimed, we will roam the Earth, seeking and capturing the anomalous. SCP-4793: What about everyone here? I've walked through a graveyard to get to you. X06-3: A necessary evil. SCP-4793: How could you possibly justify this? X06-3: We need numbers. The forces arrayed against us? Too many for one or two or a dozen of us to take alone. SCP-4793: So you just killed with abandon? X06-3: No death here brought us joy. But every man and woman in this building swore they would lay down their lives to protect the world. SCP-4793: So you made the choice for them? X06-3: They will live on as martyrs. Heroes who died to bring the world safety. [Silence.] SCP-4793: Why did you call me 'brother'? X06-3: Our father used your blood to create us. It holds the power that allows us to multiply with such ease, to grow as fast as we do. We are brothers in everything but name. [Silence.] SCP-4793: I can't let you leave here. Not after seeing this. X06-3: How will you stop me? By sacrificing yourself? By losing yourself bit by bit as you track us all down? [SCP-4793 punches the wall and removes a section of rebar with a piece of concrete at the end. It transforms into a concrete greatsword.] SCP-4793: I know who I am. I am Androcles. Beloved of Ares. Warrior of Greece. [Pause.] But I am also Androcles, the Protector, and Friend. [X06-A growls at X06-3.] SCP-4793: I know who I am, and nothing will change this. [Takes a step towards X06-3.] X06-3: What are you doing? [SCP-4793 begins to run towards X06-3] [END LOG] - Surveillance Log - Reactor Addendum -19 On December 28th, 2018, the central facility of Site-20 was destroyed in a nuclear explosion of unknown magnitude. All surviving personnel were treated for their injuries and transferred to Site-12, a facility in Central Pennsylvania, while Site-20 undergoes reconstruction. Despite the loss of structural integrity in the building, 737 of the 782 items contained at Site-20 were recovered. No X06 entities were discovered during this sweep. In the reactor level, the hypothesized origin of the blast, portions of X06-3 were found. No trace of SCP-4793 or X06-A was discovered. Using controlled explosives, the remaining above-ground structure was collapsed and the pit was filled with concrete. Addendum - 20 The following message was found within a prototype MK II Orbital Combat Helmet in the days following the destruction of Site-20. View Final Message? Close. Camera Transcript Date: 28/12/2018 User: <Unregistered User> Team: <N/A> [BEGIN LOG] [Camera opens to SCP-4793 sitting against a wall, their sword and shield sitting to the side.] SCP-4793: Hey Holly. I hope this message gets to you. Somehow. It's been about two hours since I last saw you. I hope it isn't the last… [SCP-4793 smiles weakly.] SCP-4793: I… don't know what to say. So much to say, so little time. [SCP-4793 coughs.] SCP-4793: I was born to a farmer and grew into a warrior. I battled Ares to a standstill. I won wars singlehandedly. Then I met my wife. We were set to claim the world, two immortals who wanted to bring a chaotic world some semblance of peace. And then Ares killed her. And I lost everything. [Pause.] SCP-4793: And now I'm here. Alone. Adrift. A stranger surrounded by even stranger things. But within you, I see the spark I saw in her. A burning desire to make the world better. It makes me want to be better. And I don't know if you feel the same, or whether I'll get out of here… [SCP-4793 touches their eye.] SCP-4793: But I will fight for you. Die if I have to. [SCP-4793 shifts position and reaches for the helmet. Tears can be seen running down their face.] SCP-4793: I love you. [END LOG] Addendum - 21: SCP-4793 is currently pending reclassification to Neutralized. Footnotes 1. Materials such as leather, Kevlar, steel, etc. 2. DNA within these cells is only 95% similar to humans and composes approximately 32.3% of the red blood cells present in SCP-4793's body. 3. Known as Transforming Growth Factor Beta. 4. Designated Procedure-4793 5. A group of Celtic people who lived in modern day Scotland. 6. Designated X06-2 7. Not an officially recognized Mobile Task Force 8. Designated X06-A 9. Designated X06-3 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4793" by Dyslexion, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4793. 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: cave Name: Asprochaliko cave, Preveza, Greece.jpg Author: Η. Gouvas License: CC BY 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Transcript-1 Name: stele Author: Xuan Che, Dyslexion License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Additional Notes: Image slightly cropped from original. |
SCP-4794 | euclid | Still frame of the video contained on SCP-4794-2. Item #: SCP-4794 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4794-1 is to be contained within a standard humanoid containment cell, equipped with a Mark I shock collar operated by researchers currently observing SCP-4794-1, which is to be administered should SCP-4794-1 attempt direct communication pertaining to the cosmos. Batteries are to be exchanged once every 72 hours. Conversations of outer space outside of testing are not to be discussed around SCP-4794-1. SCP-4794-2 is to be stored at Site-15 inside a secure storage vault while continuously exposed to electromagnetic pulses. The microchip embedded inside SCP-4794-2 is not to be touched at any time until a more efficacious method is found. Civilians who have viewed Season 4 Episode 1 of the game show Chain Reaction1 in the United States are to be located and applied Class-C amnestics. All television and radio broadcasts of the show are to be intercepted following Protocol Nu-Tau 2. Description: SCP-4794-1 is an extraterrestrial entity capable of transforming, though this ability is exhibited seldomly. SCP-4794-1 currently takes the appearance of Dylan Lane.2 SCP-4794-2 is a desktop computer that possesses internal components made from an unknown material. These components include a 3.5 mm microchip, a 1 petabyte hard drive, several luminous circuits containing an unknown blue liquid, and a motherboard with the phrase "Elerium" inscribed on it. SCP-4794-2 prior to containment. An identical microchip to the one found in SCP-4794-2 was also discovered embedded in the skull of SCP-4794-1 through X-ray observation. All attempts to withdraw the chips were met with a voltage pulse to both SCP-4794-1 and handlers, resulting in destruction of nerves and temporary visual impairment, with repeated actions worsening the effect. SCP-4794-1 is incapable of mentioning outer space in a direct manner without repercussion. Any attempt at writing, speaking, or messages through binary code of the aforementioned topic have been met with SCP-4794-1 undergoing an electrical shock of varying magnitudes. Other methods are currently being explored to allow SCP-4794-1 to communicate in this regard. No login is necessary to gain access to SCP-4794-2's desktop, however all files excluding a single video are encrypted. All attempts to decrypt the remaining files have been met with failure. The video displays two entities standing before a sunrise with a spacecraft clearly visible, communicating in an unintelligible language. Throughout the video, various footage is displayed showing numerous unidentified spacecraft traveling to and orbiting other planets. Despite being hundreds of kilometers apart, SCP-4794-1 reacted to the playback promptly, performing a series of military style salutes and poses. According to SCP-4794-1, the video is a planetary anthem. Prior to containment, SCP-4794-2 broadcasted unintelligible messages through extremely low frequencies in the radio spectrum, although sudden spikes in the frequency were recorded whenever SCP-4794-1 received a shock. Research is currently on-going as to the true relationship between SCP-4794-1 and SCP-4794-2. See Addendum 4794-2 for details. Addendum 4794-1: Discovery: On the date of 2018/11/17, SCP-4794-1 and SCP-4794-2 were discovered during a specialized live game of Chain Reaction, where two teams of three contestants competed to decipher two-word phrases to win money. The computer (In this case, SCP-4794-2) uses internal memory to form these phrases, with SCP-4794-1 also capable of creating its own phrases. The game proceeded as normal until undecipherable phrases were displayed. Below is a transcript of the event. Note: Names have been replaced with player numbers 1-6 for the sake of brevity. The men are players 1, 2, and 3, the women are 4, 5, and 6. SCP-4794-1: Today, three sorority girls from the University of Southern California take on three pals from Tennessee! It's a battle of the sexes right here, on Chain Reaction! More people join the audience, stage lights then focus on the contestants. SCP-4794-1: I'm Dylan Lane and I will be your host for this magnificent game! I'm joined by these lovely ladies and these…primitive men, racing to connect pairs of phrases to form a multipart chain! Each correct answer will earn you the dough. Play well, and you'll be taking more money home than I have in my entire life time! Let's get right into it folks! Before we start of course, we'll need to give you the chain! The audience begins cheering as the background monitor lights up. SCP-4794-1: Alright players, you'll have to connect the word "Chain" to the word "Reaction"! All correct answers are worth 100 dollars! Allow me to preface this, wrong answers will serve to only… upset me, no pressure! Men, you've won the coin flip backstage, you will go first. Player 1: Well I better go for one letter under Chain, sir. The letter "R" is displayed. Player 1: Well uhh… rust? SCP-4794-1: Is it rust? Let's see folks! A loud buzzing sound can be heard. SCP-4794-1: Isn't that a shame? Ladies, now it's your turn. Player 4: One letter under Chain please! The letter "U" is displayed. Player 4: Rule? SCP-4794-1: Is it rule folks!? Let's see it now! The word rule is revealed under the word chain. SCP-4794-1: It is! Perfect; ladies, you are winning by $100 against the men! You're on the board! Player 5, a letter above or below? Player 5: A letter below please! I need my new lawn-mower! The letter "S" is revealed. Player 5: Errr….. A-Aah… SCP-4794-1: We need an answer! Player 5: Stick! Another buzzing sound is heard. SCP-4794-1: Ooooh… such a shame. Player 2, above or below? Player 2: Well.. hm.. I've gotta go for above. Everyone's choosing below. "☽" is displayed on the screen. Player 2: Oh… well uh.. can't say I was really expecting that.. so, the moon? A buzzing sound is heard once more. SCP-4794-1: No, you incompetent — I mean.. that is not the correct answer! Player 6! Please choose a word above or below! Player 6: A letter below!~ The letter "P" is revealed. Player 6: Hmph, so, so easy. Space, obviously. Approximately 5 seconds of silence before the word "Space" is revealed under "Rule". SCP-4794-1: Congrats ladies! The women are now up by $200! Player 4, choose a letter above or below! Player 4: Letter under Space, please. The letter "C" is revealed. Player 4: Hmmm… Chicken? A buzzer sound goes off, SCP-4794-1's body shakes briefly. SCP-4794-1 is observed to have its arms replaced by protruding appendages for a single frame before reverting back. SCP-4794-1: No, no! Space chicken? Player 3! Choose a letter. Player 3: Settle down there, partner. I'm gonna take a shot at a letter below. The letter "O" is revealed. Player 3: Ah, I got just the thing. Cow. Raised quite a few of 'em on my days at the farm. The audience, including SCP-4794-1 go silent for approximately 10 seconds. Another buzzer sound is heard. A growing vein is spotted on the face of SCP-4794-1. SCP-4794-1: If this is the mental capacity of humans, I fear what will- I-I mean… Player 5, choose the next letter.. Player 5 Giggles Okay! Letter below again! The letter "N" is revealed. Player 5: Hmm…. Control? Buzzer sound once again. SCP-4794-1: … Advertisements are shown for approximately 4 minutes. SCP-4794-1: Welcome back! Let's not waste what little time we have left here and move on to the next contestant! Player 1: I guess it's my turn again, sir? Letter below please. The letter "Q" is revealed. Player 1: It's over pals! I say it has to be Conquest! The word "Conquest" is revealed under "Space". SCP-4794-1: Alright men, you are still trailing behind by $100! Let's do a switcheroo, player 6, you'll get the opportunity to double your teams' current winnings. Player 6: Ugh, putting all of the stress on me I see.. well, one below. The letter "S" is revealed. Player 6: Uhm.. under conquest, let's see… special? A buzzer sound goes off once more, though it noticeably increases in volume. For a brief moment, SCP-4794-1's eyes turn pitch black before turning back to normal. SCP-4794-1: Player 3, are you prepared? Player 3: Ready as I'll ever be. I'll go with one below as well. The letter "L" is revealed. Player 3: Ah, grandma always told me as a kid to never slap the dog, so I'm going to go with that. The buzzer sound goes off again, still increasing in volume. Player 3: Damn it to hell, I could've sworn… SCP-4794-1: Player 4, I hope you'll be able to pick up the slack from your teammates! Player 4: W-Well I hope so too.. hmm… may I get a letter below this time? The letter "A" is revealed. Player 4: W-Well if it wasn't slap, then.. slave..? SCP-4794-1: An interesting choice! Let us see it! The word "Slave" is revealed under Conquest. SCP-4794-1: Perfect, do all of you now understand? Ruling the heavens, a- Suddenly, large amounts of confetti begin shooting out onto the participants' area, with loud buzzing going off. Spotlights roam across the audience. SCP-4794-1: O-Oh! It seems like the bonus round has begun! Both groups must attempt to answer the next secret phrase in 15 seconds! The one who wins will receive another $200! Let's see it now! The first word revealed is "Hegemonizing". A timer now begins counting down as the participants discuss the potential answer. SCP-4794-1: Time's up! Women, what did you decide for the second word? Player 4: W-Well… since the word means to bring under some sort of political presence… is it society? SCP-4794-1: Oh my goodness folks! What an educated answer! But, is it the correct one? A buzzer sound goes off. SCP-4794-1: Nice try, but let's see if the men can bring themselves up from the dumpster. What did you come up with? Player 3: Tch, these girls don't know what they're talking about. But we came up with civilization. SCP-4794-1: Another answer. Let's see if it's right. The word "Civilization" is revealed next to "Hegemonizing". SCP-4794-1: Congratulations men, for once you've done something I can actually respect, but in the end, I wonder if any of you are capable of deciphering the last phrase. Player 2, let's have you take the next shot with just one last phrase remaining. Player 2: Hmm… well, I've got no choice. One above if you will. 👁 is revealed next to the Moon. Player 2: Oh, uhm… Moon-eye emoji? Like, what? Man, if I wanted to text, I would've just stayed at home. SCP-4794-1 grits its teeth, visibly frustrated while looking at the contestants. A small spark can be seen from the back of its head. SCP-4794-1: I'm going to go insane… I think if I hear another wrong answer with this phrase, I'll just show it to you myself! If you can decipher it, you will obtain the knowledge necessary to save your very life! Player 5, are you up to it? Player 5: I'll try my best! Give it to me straight! "⏚" is displayed on the screen. The audience make surprised gasps. Player 5: W-What is that!? That's not even.. English! Mister, are you just joking with- A small window opens up on the background screen, while SCP-4794-1 visibly shakes. The following text is displayed. SCP-4794-1: That's it! If none of you are c⏃p⏃ble of figuring this out, then I will simply spell it for you! The entire world must know what is about to happen! Pan up those cameras, rub your eyes, and look closely! The Earth and this solar system will be ███████- SCP-4794-1 suddenly shakes and screams in extreme pain, several bolts of electricity scarring and burning its skin. SCP-4794-1 then collapses on the ground, observed to be slowly transforming into an unrecognizable shape before the recording is then cut. SCP-4794-1 recovered three weeks later from the incident. Addendum 4794-2: Interview Log: After recovery, an interview log was conducted between Dr. Raspy and SCP-4794-1 on 2018/12/8. SCP-4794-1 Interview Log. Close Log. Interviewer: Dr. Raspy Interviewee: SCP-4794-1 Foreword: First interview with SCP-4794-1 after initial transfer and containment. <[Begin Log, [14:16]> Dr. Raspy: Welcome, SCP-4794-1. I hope you are feeling better. You really put on quite the electrifying show for the audience, eh? SCP-4794-1 taps its forehead excessively. SCP-4794-1: I will take solace in the fact that I no longer have to say such ridiculous things in front of a crowd. Now what is this? Why do you constrain me with such a primitive device? We are wasting precious time. Dr. Raspy: I'm just here to ask you for a little bit of information. Nothing more and nothing less. The only thing I request is your cooperation, puns aside.. SCP-4794-1: I come from a world full of conflict. And while I certainly can respect your line of… work, I cannot say the same for mine. Let's hurry it up now. Dr. Raspy: Well, I'd like to ask you just a few questions. Answer truthfully please. SCP-4794-1: Very well. Dr. Raspy: First, what is your name? SCP-4794-1: Ah, of course! It would be wise for you to know my moniker for later usage. My name is… it's…. Dr. Raspy: Is something wrong, SCP-4794-1? (SCP-4794-1 remains silent for several moments.) SCP-4794-1: Eideon. That will be my denomination. Dr. Raspy: Where do you come from? SCP-4794-1: Right Ascension; 15h 19m, Declination; −07° 43'.3 (SCP-4794-1 slightly twitches.) Dr. Raspy: I see… Why did you come here? To us? SCP-4794-1: I've been traveling for quite a long time. You could say I was… sent on a mission, but now I come as an unofficial envoy of peace. I believe peace is the responsibility of the individual, and eventually, the duty of all sufficient beings. All on the hopes that our shared interest of… knowledge, will cause a reliance. Dr. Raspy raises an eyebrow. Dr. Raspy: Mission? Just what are you- (SCP-4794-1 fidgets for a brief moment, gripping onto the table lightly.) SCP-4794-1: Envision this, man of earth. Think of thousands of other envoys, far beyond the realm of your current scope of retaliation. Not an envoy of peace however, but instead, a delegate of war. I deeply encourage you to trust me! And once this process is complete, I will require something from you as well. Onto the next question, please, before my lock grows wary of this premise. Dr. Raspy: Just what are you trying to get at here? SCP-4794-1: Consider it a.. friendly warning! We must heed it! We all must rally together, else we shall be nothing but subjects to the wicked Covenant. Dr. Raspy: The Covenant? What is that exactly? SCP-4794-1: The Covenant is… inevitable. Tyrannic, hellish, oppressive. An ever present authority that gradually expands its reach. Unless you desire me punished, I cannot be more specific than that. SCP-4794-1 begins physically shaking in its chair. Dr. Raspy: Well, I have just one more question. What about the computer? The machine we found with you? SCP-4794-1: N-Not unlike a chain keeping a dog contained to a tree. No matter where you've stored it, its message will soon reach the Destination. We have little time left, doctor. The "computer" as you call it? It is a beacon. However, you are the key that will free me from this lock! Dr. Raspy: Thank you for your cooperation, SCP-4794-1. We are done here for now. [END LOG, [14:21] Addendum-4794-3: On the date of 2019/1/2, an intelligible message originated from SCP-4794-2 in binary form. Translating the message revealed an image depicting the solar system, various paths moving to and from the planets. When questioned, SCP-4794-1 stated, "We have 100 years. My lifespan is relatively short, but the Covenant's will last for millions. You need my help. Otherwise, you'll end up like them. Free to wander in the darkness forever, without anything but insignificance." Footnotes 1. A word game in which players compete to form chains composed of two-word phrases. 2. Television personality who previously starred as the main host of Chain Reaction. 3. Stellar coordinates of the Gliese 581 star system. |
SCP-4795 | keter | SCP-4795 By: Lt Flops Published on 21 Sep 2019 15:58 SCP-4795 By: Mew-ltiverse and Lt Flops Published on 21 Sep 2019 15:58 SCP-4795: Feathered F(r)iends Authors: Mew-ltiverse and Lt Flops Published on 21 Sep 2019 This article is set in the Team Bird Series. More by these authors: Mew-ltiverse Lt Flops [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM: SCP-4795 LEVEL 3/4795 CLASS: keter confidential DISRUPTION CLASS: {$disruption} Pigeons protecting the northern entrance to SCP-4795. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4795 is currently monitored in association with Project: CALADRIUS, which uses Foundation-operated biomechanical surveillance drones resembling the domestic pigeon. Foundation parazoologists regularly track pigeon flock movement through the Kanz Park area to assess population numbers. Park signs warning against pigeon aggression have been installed in and around Kanz Park to reduce the likelihood of pigeon attacks on civilians. Description: SCP-4795 is Kanz Park, a 2.5-km² recreational park located in southern Cairo, Egypt. SCP-4795's anomalous properties manifest in its attraction of domestic pigeons (Columba livia domestica), which flock to the park's premises in large volumes. Between 400 and 600 pigeons (designated SCP-4795-1) currently reside within the park. When in close proximity of humans, SCP-4795-1 display a marked increase in aggression, tending toward seeking out and attacking humans in possession of food. ADDENDA MATERIALS I. Discovery In the early 2010s, Cairo's municipal government reported a dramatic increase in pigeon populations, along with the prevalence of pigeon flocks using sophisticated attack techniques1 against other flocks. This culminated in March 2014 following the pigeon-mating season, when an observed convergence of tens of thousands of pigeons (comprising hundreds of rival flocks) organized and attacked one another within the Kanz Park area. Regional Foundation parazoologists noticed Kanz Park's use as a focal point and classified it as E-08298 while designating increased social intelligence and aggression in pigeon populations as E-08298-1. The case was later forwarded to the Avian Division for its immense importance to inter-avian relations. Cairo-based Foundation officials flew Dr. Guenevere Goshawk, then-Envoy to the Avian Division, out to Egypt to foster positive pigeon relationships. Dr. Goshawk was charged with placating the population and determining what power structure had emerged — if any. a. Initial Interview 08298.1 VIDEO LOG INTERVIEWED: “Sergeant Nour”, an E-08298-1 instance INTERVIEWER: Doctor Guenevere Goshawk, Avian Division Envoy FOREWORD: The following is a transcript of an interview taken with Sgt. Nour. Dr. Goshawk conducted the interview in an Egyptian-avian dialect and translated it into English. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Guenevere Goshawk: Sergeant Nour, was it? I am Doctor Guenevere Goshawk. Thank you for agreeing to discuss this with me this evening. Sgt. Nour: The pleasure is all yours, miss! You get to bless your eyes with my magnificent presence! Goshawk: Sergeant, I was actually hoping you could answer some questions for me. Nour: Hmm, what questions do you speak of, my dear? [He holds a wing over his beak.] Goshawk: I am interested in Kanz Park. Why are pigeons flocking there in thousands? Nour: My, whatever do you mean, miss? That is what we pigeons do! [He stretches his wings outwards.] Goshawk: I am not stupid; do not play games with me. Tell me what you know regarding the flocks of pigeons at Kanz Park. Nour: We just flock together! Silly bird, do you not see that? Goshawk: If you listen to me and answer my questions, I will reward you with some bread. Nour: [He coos.] Ta-da! I shall accept, but do not think I will share everything! [Dr. Goshawk plucks a piece of bread out from her coat pocket and nudges it toward Sgt. Nour. He eats it whole.] Goshawk: Good. Now, what do you know about the flock of pigeons in Kanz Park? Nour: Hmm, it is a source of food! The humans like to save their food for sacred entities such as us — they are too pathetic to wield it for themselves. Thoth created this park for us, and so we must protect it. Goshawk: Did you say… Thoth? Nour: Yes, my darling, yes! Thoth is our lord and savior — he introduced us to the treasure! Goshawk: Treasure? Nour: The treasure, yes. It's our food! And Thoth chose me to share the message! My messengers and I share his message with pigeons worldwide! I am luminous! My name says so. Goshawk: Uhm, I think you've shared enough. Thank you for talking to me. Nour: Thoth be with you! [END LOG] NOTE: Dr. Goshawk's efforts across March and April 2014 led to E-08298-1's current flock taking permanent residence in Kanz Park. The current flock displays moderate aggression toward human occupation; though, no further pigeon or human injuries resulting from E-08298-1 attacks have been documented. A human investigation into E-08298 is now underway. △ Close b. Follow-up Interview 08298.2 VIDEO LOG INTERVIEWED: “Pip”, an E-08298-1 instance INTERVIEWERS: Doctors Juniper Marigold and Stanley Diamond FOREWORD: Prototype avian speech and translation para-technology made communication in the following interview possible. [BEGIN LOG] [Drs. Marigold and Diamond canvas Kanz Park in search of pigeons to interview.] Dr. Stanley Diamond: Hey, you! [He points at a nearby pigeon.] Dr. Juniper Marigold: Ah, can you use some restraint? Diamond: Oh, come on. Why? Marigold: We don't want to scare them off, or worse — get attacked. Please? Diamond: [He groans.] Hey, excuse me! Can you understand me? [A nearby pigeon cranes its neck.] Pip: What? Diamond: So you can, great! [He sighs.] Listen, can we talk to you? Pip: [She slumps her head away from him.] Why? Marigold: We have some questions about why there are so many of you at Kanz Park. Pip: Oh, no. You cannot. [She hops away.] Diamond: Look, it won't take that long. We just… [He clasps his hands together.] Well, we wanted your perspective on there being so many birds here. Pip: [She stops and turns around, and then pauses.] What happened to your face? Diamond: Listen here– Marigold: Stan, it's a pigeon. Don't let it get to you. [Dr. Marigold sits on the ground. Pip approaches her.] Marigold: What is your name? Pip: Pip. Marigold: So Pip, if you speak with us, we can reimburse you for your time. How does that sound? [Dr. Marigold pulls out a Ziploc bag from her satchel and reveals sunflower seeds. Pip nears the doctor.] Marigold: Why did you come here? Pip: [She hesitates, and then pecks at the ground.] Food. Diamond: Food? Can you be a bit more specific? Pip: Food. Thoth promised food. Thoth said something of great value was here, and it was food. Marigold: How is the food here so much more valuable compared to food in other places? Pip: Because Thoth said the power it possesses would change bird-kind for the better. [She ruffles her feathers.] And it has. Marigold: I see. Thank you for talking to us. [Dr. Marigold places birdseed on the ground and recoils. Pip snatches up the seed and walks away.] Marigold: Was that so difficult? Diamond: I hate birds. [END LOG] △ Close II. Extended Communications Though the study of E-08298 occurred mainly through Foundation plants within Cairo's Parks and Recreation Department, Site-76's Command Office found it necessary to assume control over the project. Starting in late April 2014, several budgetary and personnel cuts were made. Site-76's administration eventually declared the anomaly as self-containing. After issuing the current Special Containment Procedures, site officials ordered the Foundation Parazoology Division personnel to cease their operations. Internal correspondences were transmitted during this time. ▷ Site-76 correspondences OFFICE OF TACTICAL THEOLOGY STOP WORK ORDER 4795.001 Under the Command of Site-76 Assistant Director Soliman al-Ghali, the Tactical Theology Office has been granted full control over Kanz Park and will undergo immediate occupation for reasons of the reclamation of a Beirut-Tier religious artifact. All associated Foundation personnel within the Parazoology Division are to vacate the premises for the undertaking of an important archaeological survey. As well, E-08298 is pending reclassification to SCP-4795. Per SCP Re-Designation, a dedicated containment team is to be deployed to secure the area and put down any avian threats in opposition to the protection of civilians. Teodor Yevgeniy Tactical Theology Liaison 2014/05/14 AVIAN DIVISION With all due respect, the Parazoology Division and I have diligently worked over the last two months to ensure Kanz Park is not a warzone. We have made promises to Sergeant Nour and his fellow citizens that we would interfere no longer, and in exchange, they would remain only within the park's premises. In fact, it had been a warzone before we stepped in — before I stepped in. I cannot advocate for the sloppy handling of this situation for reasons of a zealous goal directly in opposition to our matters here. I strongly urge that you reconsider. I will take the matter of this unwarranted militaristic interference in Kanz Park into my own wings if you do not. Dr. Guenevere Goshawk Avian Division Official Envoy 2014/05/15 OFFICE OF TACTICAL THEOLOGY We don't take orders from birds. Teodor Yevgeniy Tactical Theology Liaison 2014/05/16 △ Close III. Incident Log INCIDENT LOG 4795-ALEPH On the early morning of May 18, 2014, archaeological surveyors arrived on the premises of Kanz Park with dowsing equipment to locate a suspected Beirut-Tier religious artifact. During this time, SCP-4795-1 instances evaded archaeologists and perched in high locations around the park. Archaeologists soon determined that an artifact was located beneath the center of the park and began excavation. SCP-4795-1 instances fled the park. On May 25, archaeologists located a clay statue of an ibis bird wielding a long, narrow, and gold and beryllium bronze ankh staff in its beak. When the site supervisor deemed the excavation pit stable, workers descended to retrieve the artifact by hand but found that visibility in the pit had reduced dramatically. A large flock of an estimated 30,000 pigeons amassed above the park and attacked. Most pigeons surrounded Kanz Park to prevent workers from leaving, while others defecated from a high altitude. In response, the containment team attempted to enter the park but met extreme opposition and experienced extensive injuries. In the resulting commotion, the artifact's whereabouts could not be located. Within the hour, the pigeons evaded Kanz Park with minor casualties. Though the artifact had been lost, the containment team managed to secure several SCP-4795-1 instances and relocated them to Site-76 for study. Agents discovered that SCP-4795-1 instance “Sgt. Nour” was among the captured pigeons and intended on carrying out an interrogation. However, without the proper avian communications equipment (which was under the possession of the Parazoology Division), no further actions could be taken. On May 30, through correspondence with the Mediterranean Regional Command, Envoy Dr. Guenevere Goshawk requested to assist with the interrogation. Dr. Goshawk was transported to Site-76 with diplomatic clearance. ▷ Interview 4795.1 NOTE: Containment staff had placed Sgt. Nour in a cage prior to his interrogation. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Guenevere Goshawk: Hello again, Sergeant. It has been quite some time. Sgt. Nour: [He slumps his head and covers his face with a wing.] Now that you sport your true feathers, I see just how odious you are. With that fast-talking beak, explain why I am sitting here in this cage and you are out there — flying free! Goshawk: It was with my charge that you and your fellow pigeons would be protected. I failed my duty. I'm sorry. But now– Nour: [He jumps at the cage.] Odor on your tongue and still you beg. Go on, then — beg! You will be begging from a perch in the Underworld! Feel its wrath and cry out for the Sacred One. Face a thousand birds of prey, and only with his mirth may your apology be accepted. But not by me! Goshawk: Advise me, then. What is the real reasoning behind Thoth's dominion over Kanz Park? It is not just for food, is it? [Sgt. Nour stares in silence.] Goshawk: You are inside this cage, not me. I am working for your freedom, but no one else. Why do you think I've come here — to taunt you? For what purpose? [Sgt. Nour continues to stare.] Goshawk: I am not your enemy. I am just like you. [She hops closer to the cage and speaks in a low tone.] Look at what humans do to your kind. Around the world, in places just like Kanz Park, they see you as filth. Here in Cairo, they train and race you like sport. They breed your brothers, sisters, and cousins in pens, and then they treat you as the food. They eat you. [Sgt. Nour squawks.] Goshawk: I don't do any of that. If I had my way, all the humans and birds of this world would flock together. Nour: But they do not have wings! They cannot seek food as I can. Goshawk: [She pauses.] You're right. But they have something you do not. They don't have to seek food as you do — they can make their own. Nour: Heresy! [He leaps from his perch and jumps around.] How? If you seek no food, you will have no crumbs of bread inside your head. How can they do this? Goshawk: I had a feeling you would want to know. That's the only real difference between you and them, I think. You don't know how to make food of your own, so you take the food of others. That is how odor and deceit find their way in — because you don't know any better. Nour: This is not from Thoth. Where did you get this? [Dr. Goshawk lowers her neck and peers through the cage at his eye level.] Goshawk: I can teach you. [END LOG] CLOSING REMARKS: I want to take some SCP-4795-1 instances under my wing. I can teach them how to become more civilized. Whether that leads them to relinquish your artifact is none of my concern. The stability of their flock, however, is. I realize now that Nour and his pigeons would never be content with just food. No, they seek knowledge, too — they just don't know it yet. If you let me recruit them, I can prove that we do not need “divine intervention” to achieve greatness. I believe it's in our nature as birds to seek it ourselves. —Dr. Guenevere Goshawk Avian Division Envoy △ Close Footnotes 1. i.e. stealth, tactical grouping, and the hierarchy of command. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4795" by Mew-ltiverse and Lt Flops, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4795. 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-4796 | euclid | A pineapple grown on SCP-4796. Item #: SCP-4796 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4796 has been acquired by the Foundation and designated as private property. Posted guards are to amnesticize any civilians who reach the island. All testing with SCP-4796 pineapples is to take place on Provisional Research Site-4796, located on the island. Description: SCP-4796 is a small uninhabited island off the coast of Costa Rica covered entirely in pineapple plants. Ripe SCP-4796 pineapples are larger and sweeter than other varieties of pineapple, possess higher amounts of vitamin C and manganese, and contain human bones and/or teeth in roughly 32% of instances. If consumed on the island, these pineapples exert no anomalous effects. The coastline of SCP-4796 is ringed with small stone spheres etched with various symbols. Removing a pineapple beyond the edge of this ring causes the pineapple to begin glowing slightly. If the pineapple is consumed after this, the eater's cerebrospinal and synovial fluids are converted to pineapple juice and the remains of the pineapple distort and grow into SCP-4796-A. SCP-4796-A is a 10 m long octapedal creature with a lizard-like body, two clusters of four clawed legs each, and an oversized, split pineapple forming its head. It is composed of pineapple flesh with a skin of resilient, interlocking pineapple leaves resembling pangolin skin. SCP-4796-A will swallow and digest anyone who removed pineapples before digging into the ground and disappearing. SCP-4796-A will then emerge from underground back on the island and regurgitate the bones, burying them and itself in the ground. If multiple pineapples are removed from the island, SCP-4796-A will consume the offenders sequentially, returning to the island between each manifestation. Destruction or attempted capture of SCP-4796-A results in it collapsing into a pile of pineapples. One of these pineapples contains a human skull engraved with the same symbols as the spheres, which instantaneously demanifests when SCP-4796-A reforms again. Exploration of SCP-4796 revealed an underground cavern containing several large stone altars and tablets in a semicircular arrangement. All tablets were inscribed with intricate carvings depicting pineapples descending from the sky, human figures worshipping pineapples, and human figures forming a circle around a pile of pineapples. One headless desiccated humanoid corpse was chained on top of the central altar, holding a wooden shield. |
SCP-4797 | thaumiel | It's happening again and you can't even see it. close Info X SCP-4797: Spire Author: Tufto. More of Tufto's work can be found here. Image: The image is licensed CC-BY-SA 4.0, and belongs to Wikipedia author Dasturias. It can be found here. BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL The following file is Level 4/4797 classified. Unauthorised access will result in immediate transfer to SCP-4797-2. Item #: SCP-4797 Level 4/4797 Classified The Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco, California Special Containment Procedures 13/04/2018: SCP-4797 has been moved to Site 98, and is stored in Containment Zone Q. Site 98-دال has been established on the upper layer of SCP-4797-1, in order to properly study the technology and society found there. All exploration of the lower levels of SCP-4797-1 is currently prohibited. SCP-4797-2 is currently in use in the Foundation Disciplinary Division. Work is currently underway to adapt SCP-4797-2 for use in the containment of humanoid SCPs. Proposals for use in the amnestics department are currently under review. In addition, Items 4797-A through -D are currently being tested for potential use in containment procedures. Description: SCP-4797 is a rectangular glass tunnel, originally located at the mid-point of the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, California. SCP-4797 is only visible and tangible to certain individuals with reality-bending properties, namely those related to an enhanced perception of light. When looking through SCP-4797's walls, viewers describe a void which emits no light. Prolonged observation results in paranoia and discomfort.1 Upon emerging from SCP-4797, individuals find themselves on the top level of a complex structure in what is presumed to be an adjacent dimension. The structure, henceforth referred to as SCP-4797-1, is a cylindrical tower, and extends for an unknown length towards a source of gravity below. Although a permanent layer of mist has prevented any observation from the upper level beyond 8km, preliminary analyses indicate that it extends downwards for at least 500km. The top layer resembles a city that is thought to have been abandoned over a century ago. Few personal items or goods have survived. It is hypothesised that the city was very swiftly but thoroughly evacuated. A few inscriptions and documents in an unknown language and script have been found, but have not as yet been decipherable. Of note are the complex wall murals covering most external surfaces; a full iconographical analysis has been scheduled. SCP-4797-1's architecture resembles a particularly monumental kind of Classical architecture, but with some influences from mid-19th century San Francisco. The structure of the upper layer is highly regimented, consisting of three concentric circles surrounding a central square: a commercial circle, a residential circle, and a leisure circle composed primarily of elaborate gardens and waterways. The top layer appears to have been occupied by societal elites, and supplied by the layers beneath it, although the method of food production is as yet unknown without further exploration. A series of booths in the central square contain ladders which extend to the lower layers. A series of exploratory missions are planned, pending approval of Director Johannes Tufto. +Update 1 -Update 1 MTF-Alpha-92 "Sare Gaav", a task force specialising in long-term, independent exploration and archeological missions, has been assigned to SCP-4797. The team's mission was to explore the two levels directly beneath SCP-4797-1's upper layer. MTF-Alpha-92 is composed of the following members: A92-Angel (Captain, Engineering Expert) A92-Salome (Linguistics Expert) A92-Descent (Archeological Expert) A92-Orellana (Memetics Expert) MTF-Alpha-92's mission began on 03/07/2017 at 19:00 PT. After 20 minutes, contact with MTF-Alpha-92 was lost. A relief team sent down to the level below found a layout entirely inconsistent with the footage from MTF-Alpha-92's headset cameras; after 15 minutes, they returned to the surface without finding MTF-Alpha-92. The bodycam from A92-Angel briefly reactivated at 22:00 PT on 04/07/2017. The following is a log of the footage recieved. <Begin Log> The camera is trained on a wall, apparently several metres high. A series of wall murals, heavily damaged and appearing to be centuries old, is visible; the scenes they depict are indistinct. There is no visible light except that of the MTF's flashlights. A92-Descent and A92-Salome are visible in front of the camera. A92-Descent is examining the wall in detail; A92-Cortes is facing away, apparently keeping watch. A92-Descent: -seems to have been a kind of… first abandonment? Well, maybe that's not the word. One group left and another immediately occupied it, and they seem to have deliberately neglected the artwork and buildings here. God, this is amazing… A92-Salome: I agree, but we don't have time here, Des. We have to find some way out. A92-Angel: Agreed. A92-Orellana: (from behind) I don't think we need to worry. We have rations for 3 weeks. We'll find another door somewhere. A92-Angel: We can't just take that on chance, and we don't know what's down here. We need to find shelter and set up a base immediately. We don't have time to examine this stuff. A92-Descent: But- look, it's fascinating. These images seem to show two- groups? castes? I think it's been painted to promote the rulers' point of view. They keep the other one below them, I think. It's portraying them as willing slaves. A92-Salome: Awful. But that's how propaganda works, I suppose. A92-Angel: Focus up, Salome. Ortellana, if you take the right wa- The feed abruptly cuts out. <End Log> In addition to this, Drs. Holloway and Ghazali have completed an initial analysis of the society and technological capacity of SCP-4797-1. A summary of their conclusions can be found below. There are two key findings of our initial study. The first is that technology in this city is likely founded on supernatural or magic-based system. Aside from the numerous objects and tools found with thaumaturgical runes, the most compelling evidence is the construction of SCP-4797 itself. Repeated tests for anomalous activity have revealed a strong presence within the tunnel, which possesses a reality-bending potential far beyond anything seen on earth. This analysis has also revealed that the tunnel does not form a connection between dimensions, but between two different parts of space; SCP-4797-1 is a location somewhere within our universe. A motif of a thread between two rocks has been found near the entrance to SCP-4797 within SCP-4797-1, which provides a fascinating insight into how they percieved this technology. The second finding relates to the structure of SCP-4797-1's deeply stratified society. The wall murals seen on the footage from MTF-Alpha-92 are remarkably similar to those in the central rings of the upper layer: depicting a harmonious society wherein an upper caste has absolute control over a lower caste. As we move into the residential and garden rings, however, these murals are replaced by more pleasant, harmonious images. On the few occasions the lower caste is depicted on these images, it is invariably as something ridiculous and clownish, with figures covered in black hair and possessing grotesque faces. These and other findings have lead us to the following hypothesis: the construction of the tower was a way of "renewing" the civilisation in order to preserve the societal caste system. As each layer was deemed "imperfect", a new layer would be constructed on top of it. The elite caste would move into the new top-layer; the lesser castes would be relegated to the immediate layers below, converting these once-luxurious dwellings into their own homes and houses. It is also believed but presently unprovable that each layer was designed to be similar, if not identical, to the layer below. By all indications, they exercised little-to-no authority over the society of the lower layers provided they supplied the needs of the upper layer. How the elite caste was able to enforce this is unclear, but the apparent anomalous re-arranging of the penultimate layer demonstrated by MTF-Alpha-92's disappearance could have been related to some kind of mechanism that prevented potential sedition. Either way, this was clearly a society of deep injustice that reaped its own rewards. This should serve as a cautionary tale to the fragility of any society that is dependent upon rigid hierarchies. +Update 2 -Update 2 The following is a brief transmission from the personal feed of A92-Descent. It was recieved 09/12/2017. This is only the second transmission since MTF-Alpha-92's disappearance. <Begin Log> The camera opens on the interior of one of MTF-Alpha-92's tents. A92-Angel can be seen lying down on one end of the tent, reading; A92-Salome is sitting cross-legged in front of the camera, poring over a small tablet with writing in both SCP-4797-1's script and the Latin script on it. A92-Salome: -is influenced by Spanish, and I think some Ohlone2. I boned up on both prior to coming here, and there's definite influence. It's a miracle you managed to find this. A92-Descent: I can't believe it myself. I had a hunch that this level's commercial district would be the best place to find something. A92-Angel: Don't get too wrapped up in your discoveries, Des. A92-Descent: Christ alive, cap, can't you be happy for five minutes? We've been stuck down here for months but you don't see Salome or I complaining. A92-Angel: We need to find a way out of here- some way of controlling whatever mechanisms caused this. The overhunting and overgathering we keep doing on each level worries me, I- The tent flap opens, and A92-Orellana enters, carrying several small birds. A92-Salome: Oh, bless you, Or. A92-Descent: Thank Christ above. A92-Orellana: Not a problem. And look- from the perimeter- A92-Orellana holds up a clear plastic bag, with indistinct orange objects inside. A92-Descent: More mushrooms? A92-Orellan: Sorry. They're the only thing that reliably grows down here. Hunting only gets me so far. A92-Salome: God, I miss real food. We ate burgers just before we entered here, staring over the bridge onto the bay. It was beautiful. You could really see the shape of the thing. A92-Orellana: The gardens seem to have been turned into some kind of bed of edible mushrooms on this level. It's the same stuff we've seen all over- houses and parks built for beauty and transformed, crudely, into something utilitarian. They're long abandoned, and the veg has all grown wild. I think we'll be able to stay here for a while. A92-Angel: That's excellent, Orellana! First good news in weeks. A92-Salome: Hey- A92-Orellana: One thing though, cap- I've noticed something odd, something that didn't occur to me before. All of the birds here- well, they're frightened of people, like in our world. But that doesn't- The feed abruptly cuts out. <End Log> The following is a summary of a report by Dr. Holloway on the iconography of SCP-4797-1's upper levels. The iconography on the top level is more complex than it initially appeared. Several motifs, especially in the residential districts, appear to represent the "seizure" of various items from the lower caste by the upper one. The images indicate that these were primarily weapons and tools, but there are also representations of brickwork, documents and even people. The common feature visible all these depictions is a series of similar thaumaturgical symbols. This is highly reminiscent of those recently found on tools, weapons and structures across the upper level. From what I can glean, there was some kind of mechanism or principal component that was involved in the co-ordination of this- a kind of yellow spike that is pictured prominently above many of these murals. Murals with this particular motif are much more common in the inner square and the commercial ring than in the outer ring. My working hypothesis is that the upper caste, recognising the dangers of the anomalous, took active efforts to contain the magical practices of the lesser caste. Their desire to preserve normalcy in the face of such powerful anomalies could provide us with useful pointers for our own procedures and the integration of containment into broader society. +Update 3 -Update 3 The following is a summary of an analysis by Dr. Ghazali concerning the technology of SCP-4797-1 and its potential uses. There are 5 items which we believe worthy of further investigation, due to their potential utility to the Foundation. 3 of these have been found; 1 is surmised to exist somewhere within SCP-4797; 1 exists only hypothetically. Item 4797-A A spear, with several thaumaturgical symbols inscribed on it. Wounds made with the blade of the spear result in burns and instant cauterisation. Item 4797-B Item is a leather3 whip. When used on a living subject, subject will experience extreme pain, with consistently more extreme reactions than a similar non-anomalous whip. Humanoid subjects struck are unable to vocalise for 2 minutes. Item 4797-C Item is a stone tablet with what are believed to be names written on it. Replicating its symbols on any list of first names has resulted in the individual holding the list being able to induce extreme pain in any humanoid subject through vocalising the name. Potential use in crowd-control situations is being explored. Item 4797-D This item is only known to exist from what has been deciphered of SCP-4797-1's script thus far, and is believed to have once existed in some form and instructions for it may still in SCP-4797-1's lower levels. From what has been gathered, it appears to be a form of verbal command in the language of the elites, which was able to prevent communication in the dialect of the lesser caste. Whether this was a temporary or permanent effect is unclear. Item 4797-E This item is some form of large light-emitting object, believed to have existed in the central square of SCP-4797-1's upper layer. Dr. Holloway's extensive research has determined that some form of "centralised" control system of the anomalous systems used was necessary for full pacification of the lesser caste and solidification of elite legitimacy. The repeated "spire" motif on many of SCP-4797-1's wall murals is believed to show, metaphorically or literally, this object. The potential utility of these items is thus without doubt. Dr. Holloway's recent demonstrations of how these items were retrieved from and used on the lesser caste is clearly able to be applied. I am formally putting in a request to reclassify SCP-4797 as Thaumiel, and to funnel more research into funding for further study. The following is a brief transmission from the personal feed of A92-Angel. It was recieved 17/05/2018. This is only the third transmission since MTF-Alpha-92's disappearance. <Begin Log> The camera opens on the interior of a room in one of SCP-4797-1's residential dwellings. It is dark, and the headset has been placed onto a side-table. All four MTF members are lying in makeshift beds; they are conversing. A92-Orellana: -since China. A92-Descent: God, I remember China. Those were the days. A92-Angel: The nights. A92-Salome: The nights were fine too. Warm. Pleasant. A92-Descent: That mine, though. A92-Salome: Oh God, don't remind me. A92-Orellana: It was a good thing Angel had those demolition explosives. A92-Angel: Yeah. That must have been the longest job we ever did. A92-Descent: Before this one. A92-Angel: Yeah. There is a pause for several seconds. A92-Descent: I'm sorry about last week. A92-Salome: It's OK. We're all highly strung. It's tough down here. I think- A small, indistinct humanoid shape appears at the entrance of the room. It looks startled to see the MTF there. A92-Salome immediately sits up. A92-Salome: H-hell- ah, damn, what's the- "Ahghva! Kim amcus." The creature visibly relaxes, and approaches the bed. Its features are still indistinct. Humanoid: Koi hala! Quin sakrif? A92-Salome: "Sakrif", I think that's "story"- ah, "juntil, honkolim." Stories, I think they're a kind of gift to them. Memories seem to be important down here. The creature begins to talk rapidly in its language; A92-Salome starts to translate its speech. A92-Salome: There was- there was once a man, a hero, from the- the land beyond, I think. A92-Angel: This is amazing. A92-Salome: Shh- the man was- healthy? Strong? He was from the downward place, the- oh, the levels below. All 4 MTF members are now sitting up and awake. A92-Salome: He came from below, with fire and magic. He forced the others into the, the, I can't quite translate all this- there was a battle, I think… The creature continues to rapidly talk for several seconds without interruption. A92-Salome: OK, I think I've- he, the hero, he forced some people into a cell, but they left it on the other side? And they found themselves on a thread that- bound? strung? And they thought it beautiful, and left the box for others to find, for the more- perfect, uh, complete, or- I think that was something about lacking histo- The feed abruptly cuts out. <End Log> +Update 4 -Update 4 The following is an extract from the personal diary of Dr. Holloway, shortly before his disappearance. Dr. Ghazali has requested it be placed here for posterity, due to the insights it provides into the effects of prolonged exposure to Item 4797-E. I am coming to despise them. It's crept up on me, day by day, and it worries me. I was born and raised in San Francisco. How many of those who fled, how many of those who left this godforsaken place, ended up among my ancestors, or the ancestors of those whom I grew up with? How many have helped to construct this city's fabric? Calvino thought this place would become the capital of a new empire, born from siege, combining all races into one unity. Or at least, he placed that idea in the thoughts of his Kublai, surveying the complexities of all cities. I see in it a kind of perfection. It's the city on the edge of forever, its spindle crossing two worlds. You look beyond it and you see eternity. So much possibility! And so much existed in its mirror, in this tower. The elites were geniuses. Their technology was so advanced, and so little is left. Maybe more, the stuff they took with them, is lying all around. And beneath their feet lie those who killed this dream. But I know I shouldn't this like that. I know I shouldn't harbour such cruelty. Posterity demands that I am kinder. I must be kinder. They were subjugated, brutally. I am wrong to think this. I am wrong, but when I close my eyes, all I see is the spire, looming over me, ordering it all. Imagine a perfect axis of construction. Imagine cities, all fed in orderly unity, all in orderly locations, airy and beautiful and standardised. Imagine the energy from farms funnelling into cities and up through towers and towers to the one, the true, the spire that reaches beyond, its hand leaning into the cosmos. I think it was designed to enter the stars. I think it was designed to create something perfect. And it was all taken away, for such trivialities as hunger. I must see their suffering. I must reclaim my humanity. I must descend. The following is a brief transmission from the personal feed of A92-Orellana. It was recieved 23/03/2019. This is only the fourth transmission since MTF-Alpha-92's disappearance. <Begin Log> The camera feed shows what is believed to be a walkway in one of the commercial districts of SCP-4797-1's levels. Although the structure remains identical to the other levels, it is in a clear state of extreme disrepair. Several humanoid entities can be seen in front of the camera. They are largely identical to humans except their skin, which is coloured as various shades of grey. They are dressed in primitive stitched hides and cotton cloth, and are pointing a variety of crude weapons in the broad direction of the camera. Several of them appear to be muttering among themselves. Notably, they are all facing downwards, only occasionally looking up at the MTF members. At the head of this group is an individual wearing a red cotton cloth, and holding a knife to the throat of A92-Angel, who is facing the camera. Another individual, wearing a blue cloth, is conversing with the red-clothed individual in a heated debate. A92-Salome and A92-Descent are standing in view of the camera, slightly ahead and on either side of A92-Orellana. All three have their guns trained on the red-clothed individual. Blue-Clothed Humanoid: J'ki ahuya! J'ki ahuya, lekon! Ki haspanya! A92-Descent: Do you…? A92-Salome: No. Doesn't matter. We're not negotiating any more. I've heard enough stories. A92-Descent: Christ alive, Sal- A92-Salome: Just shut the fuck up, Des, the cap has a knife to his throat and I don't- A92-Orellana: Quiet. Blue-Clothed Humanoid: Creya ui, lekon! Ki haspanya! J'ki vera nam j'has idom! J'ki ahuya! Red-Clothed Humanoid: Haspanya, ahuya, ki qual. Siki ham mor. A92-Angel: Sal…oh… A92-Salome: For fuck's- ah, "kim amcus. kim sapsap nir". Several of the humanoids appear to be very startled. The red-clothed humanoid lets out a strangled cry. Red-Clothed Humanoid: Ki ahuya! Ki ahuya! Spa-ya! Spa-ya! Spa-ya! The assembled humanoids let out a loud roar. Red-Clothed Humanoid: Saki em biham! A92-Orellana: What's he saying? A92-Salome: Ah… they are spire, they are spire, from, er, from us they made? Took? I'm not- this is ridiculous, they have the cap, the goddamn cap- A92-Descent: Sal, no, the blue-clothed one, she's tryin- The feed abruptly cuts out. <End Log> +Update 5 -Update 5 The following is a brief transmission from the personal feed of A92-Salome. It was recieved 01/08/2019. This is only the fifth transmission since MTF-Alpha-92's disappearance. <Begin Log> The camera is looking at a series of drawings on a large sheet of paper. They appear to be a form of blueprints for a large spire, to be placed over a central city square at four points. The spire is portrayed as being composed entirely from light. This light is portrayed as being transmitted directly into the skulls of a large crowd surrounding it. The people around it are staring up in a worshipful posture. The alchemical symbol for gold is positioned above the spire; a faint hand can be seen drawn in the background of the picture, reaching towards this symbol. The camera looks up. A92-Descent is standing directly in front of the camera, clearly agitated. A92-Orellana is standing several feet back, his expression indistinct due to shadow. The MTF members are standing near the edge of one of SCP-4797-1's pleasure garden rings, a few metres away from the edge. A table has been erected to place the blueprints on in the middle of one of the gardens. A92-Descent: -won't do it. The chances are tiny. The only thing that would allow that is some greater intent, some greater design that we can't see. A92-Salome: It comes and goes. I have seen the logs, I looked at the files. A92-Descent: You can't send- Christ alive, Sal, you know as well as I do what they'll do with it. It's in all our dreams and it's not even there any more. A92-Salome: Exactly. Useful. They just need to tweak it, fine tune it. Make it something better than it was. We're Foundation, Des, we have three simple rules. Secure. Contain. Protect. Think what we can do with this! A92-Orellana: There isn't a "we" any more. We're stuck down here. A92-Descent: You don't know that. A92-Salome: It doesn't matter if we are. A92-Descent: Our limitations are what keep us honest. The things we could do! You've seen the tech the natives have. If we, we c-converted them, if we helped them underst- A92-Salome: You can't make a savage understand. That's all they are. Savages. It gets so cold down here, and it's even colder in their dens. A92-Descent: They have fire. A92-Orellana: They don't want our help, Des. A92-Descent: Oh for- why are you even still here, Or? You never do anything. You just hunt your birds and murmur those fucking songs about the trams of San Francisco. It makes me sick. A92-Salome: He's a member of the team. He's not a traitor. A92-Orellana: Sal- A92-Descent: I'm not- A92-Salome: The Foundation has one duty and one duty only. I'm not going to stop just because some light-addled- A92-Orellana: Your headset, Cortes. Is that a green light? There is a pause of several seconds. A92-Salome reaches up to check something on his headset. A92-Salome: Half a minute. More than enough time. They must have seen the blueprints. A92-Descent: So it's over, then. A92-Descent slumps to the floor. A92-Orellana approaches the others. A92-Orellana: We need to get moving. The tribes will catch up with us soon. A92-Salome: Let them come. We've done our duty now. A92-Orellana: I don't intend to die down here. Think of Angel. A92-Descent: Angel decided to run in the middle of their camp, brandishing a weapon. He wanted that. It was suicide, not murder. A92-Salome takes out a match from her jumpsuit. A92-Descent: You still have one left?! A92-Salome lights the match, and watches it burn down towards her finger. A92-Salome: All that we were is a tool. A weapon, sent downwards, to illuminate the hidden places on a map. Now it's done, and I want to feel again. Something, again. We're never getting out of here with our selves intact. A92-Orellana reaches forward and snuffs out the match. A92-Orellana: Enough of that. There's plenty of life to go around. Nobody else is going to die around here. We still have our eyes and our wits. I barely remember the world above, but I remember you two, and I intend to keep it that way. We have to keep moving. We have to surv- The feed abruptly cuts out. The following document was provided by the Ethics Committee for posterity. Vote 17927 on Approval for Project A72. For Against Abstain 14 3 6 Majority Opinion by Dr. Borges: While we appreciate the concerns about coercion and lack of agency in experimental subjects, it is the Ethics Committee's decision that the recent prototypes of Project A72 "Spire", also designated Item 4797-E or SCP-4797-2, have vital implications for the success of future Foundation plans. Subjects who have been exposed have not experienced any particular discomfort or animosity towards the Foundation; indeed, we have managed to transform the most hardened activist of the Hand into a model agent with only two sessions. The preservation of normalcy cannot be done with total coldness, but there are still necessary sacrifices. Just as the members of SCP-4797-1's society used SCP-4797-2 to contain the anomalous elements of their own society, we can continue their legacy by doing the same ourselves. We are pleased to give Project A72 our full support. Minority Opinion by Dr. Running Deer: It's happening again and you can't even see it. +Access Restricted to Level 5 Personnel Only -Welcome, Overseer The following is a brief transmission from the personal feed of A92-Orellana. It was recieved 24/12/2024. This is the ninth and to date final transmission since MTF-Alpha-92's disappearance. For purposes of morale, it has been restricted to Level 5 access only. <Begin Log> The camera is trained on the open sky; A92-Orellana is apparently lying on the very edge of one of SCP-4797-1's layers. It seems to stretch indefinitely into the distance; only mist can be seen, several kilometres up. The only audible sound is extremely heavy and phlegmatic breathing. After approximately 2 minutes, A92-Orellana seem to start slightly and check their headset. A92-Orellana: Oh… you're listening. Shoulda known. There is a pause of several seconds. A92-Orellana: Every night, I have bad dreams. I close my eyes and it's there. On top of everything, staring down. It's complete, the point to the heavens and the rooftop of the world. It bores down at me. It reminds me that I am one part of a chain of the centuries, going forward, forward, forward ahead. It's only a ghost, but it's still here, in the bones of this place. There is a pause of several seconds. A92-Orellana: They can't bear to look up. The things… you see, the visions, the perfection. An enterprise fulfilled. Reason, science, the unimpeachable state, the white man's burden, trains and railways, smoke and steam, land put to its proper purpose and the other in his p-proper place- There is violent coughing for several seconds, followed by another pause. A92-Orellana: Des disappeared, with fever dreams of converting the tribes. Sal drank her way off a cliff. Only me now. Only me… There is a pause of several seconds. A92-Orellana: But it doesn't- doesn't do its job properly, you see. They mourn. They are sad, they remember something else, down here, down where the rays are less. But they can't even say what. It's like rain, and dirt, and, and- There is more violent coughing. A92-Orellana: There is a bridge, over a bay. We saw a gate and thought it made of gold. It's like a thread, that binds two halves together. The bay was never a bay before we looked upon it and made it so. And now it is tied together, all disparition made one. A place that's stolen and bound in service of another's creation. There is a pause of several seconds. A92-Orellana: Where else would they go, when their spire was felled by the howling of the wolves? They saw our work and smiled. I looked out from that bridge, once, and saw all the worlds ahead of me. The empires we would forge. The history that would be written- A92-Orellana once again coughs extremely violently, and slumps backwards for several minutes before speaking again. A92-Orellana: The dirt is so beautiful here. After another few minutes, the feed cuts out. <End Log> Footnotes 1. Concerns over damaging SCP-4797 has prevented further investigation into this. 2. The language of the Ohlone tribe, who were indigenous to the San Francisco area prior to Spanish colonisation. 3. The provenance of the leather is unknown. |
SCP-4798 | keter | Item#: 4798 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The 930km2 area surrounding SCP-4798 is to remain under strict quarantine. The border of this region will be regularly patrolled to prevent unauthorized persons from entering the restricted area. Border patrols are required to be outfitted in BCS Mk. V-class hazmat suits. Site AZ-121 is to be monitored at all times by Foundation satellites and long-range scanners in the event of any expansion of SCP-4798-C. In the event of breach of containment, all instances of SCP-4798-1 (including human individuals affected by the anomaly) are to be eliminated and sterilized before relocation to Site-██ for processing. Description: SCP-4798 is a population of anomalous organisms, primarily flora, which grow in a roughly 0.4km2 region surrounding Shallow Moon Astronomical Observatory (henceforth referred to as Site AZ-121) atop Ginger Mountain in Apache County, Arizona. SCP-4798 entails the collective mutations and anomalous properties of the organisms in this population. Some instances of SCP-4798 appear to be mutations of various organisms native to Arizona, while others are unclassified in any known biological paradigm. Each instance of SCP-4798 demonstrates unique anomalous properties. SCP-4798 is believed to be a product of transgenic poetry, the anomalous process of using the written word to synthesize nucleotides in DNA. Each instance of SCP-4798 represents an expression of different meanings through anomalous molecular semantics. Based on insights gained from SCP-4798-1 (see Addendum II), a decoding mechanism referred to as DX-64 was employed at Site AZ-121 for the purpose of demonstrating the semantic expression present in the nucleotides of SCP-4798. The molecular coding of any given organism can be translated into coherent semantics, usually in the form of “poems.” Addendum I contains examples of the semantics of various organisms observed at Site AZ-121. Instances of SCP-4798 have the ability to spread to other biological organisms, though while SCP-4798 is biological in nature, the spread thereof appears to be pseudo-memetic. This has resulted in the mutation of organisms not originally associated with the anomaly, henceforth SCP-4798-1. Human subjects develop biological mutations, often with anomalous properties. Instances of SCP-4798-1 verbally express molecular semantics of similar nature to SCP-4798 proper. Human instances of SCP-4798-1 often demonstrate a heightened understanding of the purported “meaning” of SCP-4798, often accompanied by abnormal behavior and mental processes. Instances of SCP-4798-1 tend to revert to ordinary biological conditions with time; in humans, this is accompanied by the loss of the intuitive connection to SCP-4798 and its “meaning,” often accompanied by feelings of absence, sadness, and/or melancholy. Further research of SCP-4798 has been indefinitely suspended. + **Addendum I:** Expressions of SCP-4798 - Hide The majority of instances of SCP-4798 are flora or pseudo-floral organisms, many of which resemble species native to the region of Site AZ-121. Many also appear to be of other clades. Each instance of SCP-4798 has been observed to be genetically unique, containing anomalous and often incoherent combinations of nucleotides on the molecular level. As a result of insights from SCP-4798-1, the DX-64 decoding algorithm was developed to unravel the complicated “biological language” of SCP-4798. Each instance of SCP-4798 appears to expresses a different “poem” of molecular semantics; these are believed to be related to the meanings of the anomaly overall, which in turn correlate with the anomalous properties of the instance of SCP-4798 in question. Many of these poems are considered incomplete. SCP-4798-40196 Description: Monocot flowering plant resembling the species Yucca angustissima. Anomalous Properties: SCP-4798-40197 manifests a weather anomaly within a 1m2 radius of itself in the form of a 6m/s wind from the northwest. This results in the development of striped patterns in the sand caused by wind and erosion. Expression: In this life of lines / I’ve come to find / That I lie outside / And when I sleep / I sigh for you / And when I wake / I die for you / And they will say my cycle / Followed or deviated / In their design / But we both say / That I abandoned the trees / To set us both free SCP-4798-21195 Description: Unidentified gray-brown shrub. Anomalous Properties: The structure SCP-4798-21195 beneath its external cell layer is devoid of any matter whatsoever; the exterior of the organism reacts regularly to gravitational and environmental stimuli, but the interior is a vacuum space lacking gravity and seemingly existing outside of Einsteinian physics. Occasional bursts of microwave radiation have been measured from within SCP-4798-21195. Expression: What we call sacred / Is it what we call stolen? / They said what we know was fed / And what we saw was / Written by the songs of before / But we are not a sum of memories / Because nothing is nothing / And because nothing will tell us how / We don’t obey nothing / No end to sentence SCP-4798-04151 Description: Population of bees, possibly of the genus Xylocopa. Anomalous Properties: Instances of SCP-4798-04151 have developed what appears to be a complex movement system seemingly with no benefit to survival or communication. This movement system responds to various seemingly unrelated stimuli. For example, movements become more erratic when SCP-4798-04151 is exposed to radioactive material, but slow significantly in the presence of any object of the color purple. Expression: She said she didn’t like sound / So we sang for her / She said she didn’t like softness / So we stole the sun for her / She said she didn’t like snakes / So we shook for her / She said she knew we wouldn’t speak / So we were silent for her / And when she said she’d hide / We exploded SCP-4798-83865 Description: Unidentified lizard species, 4.20cm in length. Anomalous Properties: SCP-4798-83865 appears only capable of existing while standing on paper. First observed on the notebooks of on-site researchers, SCP-4798-83865 will manifest on any paper near Site AZ-121. 27 individual instances have been documented. Expression: Hold onto your heart / Because I’m not the sky / I inhabited the spaces they didn’t see / My science of the particular / Songs and pictures you soften / Without anyone there but me / If we’re better off alone / But better off together / Then we live in the little SCP-4798-06632 Description: Unidentified flowering plant, 20.1cm in length Anomalous Properties: SCP-4798-06632 emits radio signals on a wide scale, but which have only been received by a radio station located in Minokamo, Gifu Prefecture, Japan. These signals result in surreal imagery appearing on connected televisions, including abnormal combinations of clips from television programs from the past thirteen years. Investigation of these signals led to the initial discovery of SCP-4798 by Foundation personnel. Expression: Lover you’re not my sibling / Drifting cattle you’re not my foe / All this world I rearranged it / It takes sixteen feet to start / Who will this belong to tomorrow? / Who does it become today? / I was here, that was why I ran away + **Addendum II:** SCP-4798-1 - Hide The following is a series of interrogations of instances of SCP-4798-1 expressed in Foundation personnel. SCP-4798-1-05 Date: 12 October 2004 <Begin Log> Researcher Tannenbaum: “Researcher █████, are you feeling alright? Can I get you anything?” SCP-4798-1-05: “No, I’m fine, I’m fine. Seriously, don’t worry. It’s actually not bad.” Researcher Tannenbaum: “What’s not bad?” SCP-4798-1-05: “Well, I mean, this. I was scared, but it’s actually somewhat interesting, being an anomaly myself. It kind of makes you wonder what we mean by that. ‘Anomaly.’ What exactly are we comparing to?” Researcher Tannenbaum: “Please try and stay focused, █████. I need you to tell me… are you experiencing anything you would consider out of the ordinary? Hallucinations, sensations… anything like that?” SCP-4798-1-05: “Oh yeah, definitely. It’s very strange, actually – I can hear everything that’s going on in just one place, in just one city. Istedgade, in Copenhagen. Oh hey! An American tourist! Funny, that makes the world seem so small.” Researcher Tannenbaum: █████… SCP-4798-1-05: “Sorry, I’m getting distracted. Yeah, anomalous sensations. I would say that is a definite yes. I don’t know why it’s that particular street, in that particular city, but at the same time, I kind of feel like… why not? I make a meaning of that. This whole place is about making meanings.” Researcher Tannenbaum: “What do you mean?” SCP-4798-1-05: “How can I explain this… it’s like there’s a poetry to everything. But it’s not like something scripted. Does that make sense? It’s like everything in this place – every expression of SCP-4798 – is singing. The most interesting thing of all is that it’s words becoming things. Poetry expressed through biology.” Researcher Tannenbaum: “What, it’s anart?” SCP-4798-1-05: “I think you could call it that, yeah. But I couldn’t tell you what it means. I think… well, I mean, it means something. But that’s not something I can say.” Researcher Tannenbaum: “Why not?” SCP-4798-1-05: “Because I don’t think it knows what that meaning is.” <End Log> SCP-4798-1-12 Date: 21 November 2004 <Begin Log> Researcher Tannenbaum: “Tell me what you mean when you say ‘expressions.’” SCP-4798-1-12: “So, each of these things – every one of the organisms on this site – they’re all a part of a big poem of sorts, though I don’t know who the writer might have been, if there even was one. They pass on these words like offspring, which express themselves as genotypes and phenotypes in the given organisms. Does that make sense?” Researcher Tannenbaum: “Sure. It’s not the first anomaly like this that we’ve seen. But what I want to know is the fundamentals of its nature - something of its order, something reproducible and scientific. What is the meaning of SCP-4798?” SCP-4798-1-12: “I wish I could say, but I don’t know. Even now, I… it’s so, so strange. All of these things are just so alien and yet so familiar. I’m not like Researcher ████████… all that happened to me was the skin on my arm getting darker. But why does it feel like more than that? I don’t know, Tannenbaum, it’s…” Researcher Tannenbaum: “Go ahead.” SCP-4798-1-12: “… it’s like I know this poem, this collection of words and sounds. Like it’s a part of my soul. It goes beyond just writing words that correlate to specific biological traits. You won’t be able to type in ‘bloom’ and get a flower… all the thoughts intermingle here, but they don’t adhere to anything. It’s not specific and ordered, it’s just… a feeling in words. Growing, undefined, uncertain. But real.” Researcher Tannenbaum: “So you can’t tell me anything else?” SCP-4798-1-12: “Well, I can tell you one thing. But…” Researcher Tannenbaum: “Yes?” SCP-4798-1-12: “I sought this division to ride / Will I or won’t I abide? / To be one and separate / Accumulate and disperse my song / This assured threat of existence / Fiction more powerful than life / Ghosts that live in matter / A crescent moon and a little girl” <End Log> SCP-4798-1-41 Date: 5 March 2005 <Begin Log> Researcher Tannenbaum: “Researcher ████, you’re one of my best. I want you to tell me everything you can. What is the meaning of SCP-4798?” SCP-4798-1-41: “Tannenbaum, I… I wish I could. But I don’t know if I can think of things like that. It’s so hard to be rational right now. I’m sorry.” Researcher Tannenbaum: “Just try your best. It’s an anomaly, it’s not you, okay? Just tell me what you can, don’t worry about whether it makes sense.” SCP-4798-1-41: “It’s like… I just don’t think SCP-4798 is trying to be anything in particular. I mean, why does it have to be? It’s strange, for me to think that… I mean, everything has to be something. But this isn’t, or at least it doesn’t seem to be. You can’t just classify this, or reduce it. I’m starting to think… I’m starting to think they all might be like this.” Researcher Tannenbaum: “All anomalies?” SCP-4798-1-41: “God, I could get fired for spewing nonsense like this.” Researcher Tannenbaum: “Please, ████…” SCP-4798-1-41: “We’re here to preserve consensus reality, but here I am questioning it.” Researcher Tannenbaum: “Please, it’s alright. You’re under the influence of an anomaly, it’s not something you should feel bad about.” SCP-4798-1-41: “It just feels so real, Tannenbaum. It’s like I know this all from somewhere. The expression I was given is a reflection of me in this place. All of them are just expressions, and I think it’s like a million different stories all wrapped up into one. It’s uncertainty personified. But it’s also… it’s also me. It’s all me.” Researcher Tannenbaum: “Okay, ████, okay. Take it easy. Let’s take this slowly.” SCP-4798-1-41: “All I know for sure is that this doesn’t come from here, Tannenbaum. This is all just us trying to make sense of it by putting it here. But it’s from somewhere else. You can feel it… but you can’t understand it with words. That’s exactly why it’s made of words.” <End Log> EVALUATION 05/14/2005 – Researcher ███████ Tannenbaum Description: SCP-4798 is an unidentified memetic entity or class of entities that expresses itself through biological organisms on the molecular level. This anomalous expression of unknown origin affects the nucleotides of given organisms and modifies them into “poems” with unspecific meanings that nonetheless appear to affect the anomalous properties of the resultant organisms. These poems pass on to other organisms acausally and thus expand the dimensions of expression possessed by SCP-4798. The origins and fundamental nature of SCP-4798 are unknown and possibly unclassifiable. + SCP-4798-C // RESTRICTED ACCESS - Hide SCP-4798-C is a memetic virus which occurs in SCP-4798 and spreads to instances of SCP-4798-1. SCP-4798-C alters the molecular semantics of instances of SCP-4798, resulting in new gene expressions and mutations with often hazardous or violent anomalous effects. Expressions of SCP-4798-C analyzed by DX-64 demonstrate themes of █████ ██████████ ███ █████ ██████████ █████ █████ lethal impact on biological organisms exposed to SCP-4798-C. This virus has been referred to by instances of SCP-4798-C as “the Seemingly Endless.” It is believed that SCP-4798-C was somehow introduced to Site AZ-121 by Foundation personnel. History: The first recorded instance of SCP-4798-C occurred on August 15, 2005, when instances of SCP-4798 developed new anomalous properties with hazardous results. Numerous instances of SCP-4798 became hostile to other life, spreading minor biological viruses or generating lethal anomalous effects. Within weeks, expressions of SCP-4798-C were recognized in human personnel, and emergency containment procedures were implemented. Eventually, after recognizing the threat of SCP-4798-C, Foundation personnel evacuated Site AZ-121 and quarantine protocols were implemented by O5-██. Addendum X: Instances of SCP-4798-C SCP-4798-C-06 Description: Small desert shrub, previously demonstrated anomalous property 30614 per Site AZ-121 SOTA. Upon contamination, SCP-4798-C-06 caused all animals within a radius of 1.3m2 to experience violent and lethal seizures. Expression: They could be one / They could be strung / They could be aligned / They are perfect / To stretch you beyond limit / To crush you beyond ease / They may harden the fabric / They may soften the veil / They may escape your hugs / And eat your lies SCP-4798-C-24 Description: Flowering tree, previously demonstrated anomalous property 21912 per Site AZ-121 SOTA. Upon contamination, SCP-4798-C-24 generated a multidirectional gravitational field equivalent to that of a type-K supergiant star, resulting in any organisms or items within the field’s radius being ripped apart. Expression: Somber and somber / Somber and somber / Somber and somber / Somber and somber / Somber and somber / Somber and somber / Somber and somber / Somber and somber / Somber and somber / Somber and somber / Sever and sever SCP-4798-C-104 Description: SCP-4798-C-104’s anomalous effects manifested in multiple Foundation personnel in the form of carving on human skin, writing out its expression. 21 Foundation members died from blood loss before SCP-4798-C-104’s spread was halted. Expression: Here are the hated lines / They are closer to your head / And riding down your grain / Dreams of sickness they wrote / Nightmares are the only free / Daydreams were murdered they hunt / Your sign your weakness your soul SCP-4798-C-115 Description: Researcher ██████████. After displaying symptoms of anemia for three hours prior, SCP-4798-C-115’s blood began gravitating heavily toward a glass window in Site AZ-121, quickly resulting in SCP-4798-C-115’s death. The blood on the window then wrote out SCP-4798-C-115’s expression. Expression: They won’t set you free / They won’t see you fall / They cut and they categorize / They undo just to shine / They will never see the flowers / Your small things, are they me? / You will someday see / You project yourself onto me if i express myself will i lose myself if i feel myself will i see myself if i become them will i sing with them is there someone here beside me or am i cursed with this feeling that every time i rise into the skies ill be reminded of how often they cut me down and closed once again in the openness they were so proud of but is this just another thing i say to comfort myself when i know that ive already left behind any semblance of cohesion and where is the line you draw when you can be a genius just for doing something at the rank you were required i dont stay i wont stay ill find another place where they have never seen and ive heard of signs left undefined and little things that like to hide ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4798" by Holly Nightmare, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-4799 | keter | Microchip from collar attached to SCP-4799-1 upon recovery. Item donated to the Foundation by the Global Occult Coalition. Item #: SCP-4799 Special Containment Procedures: In the event that any member of SCP-4799 manifests within a Foundation-controlled universe, efforts are to be undertaken to prevent them from using technology to exit our timeline as detailed below. Once captured, they are to undergo analysis and detained in an appropriate humanoid containment cell. Individual members of SCP-4799 confirmed to be organic (including SCP-4799-1) are to be fired at with tranquilizer darts dedicated to impairing motor function before being brought to the nearest Foundation Secure Site. Individual members of SCP-4799 not confirmed to be organic are to be fired at with electromagnetic pulses to disable electronic devices prior to capture. If two or more members of SCP-4799 are seen traveling as a party, crowd control is to be used to lure them to an isolated area, then a combination of tear gas and electromagnetic pulsing is to be used to subdue them before sedation and capture. Description: SCP-4799 refers to a group of smugglers capable of trans-universal travel. SCP-4799 has named itself "Mariachi's Merchants", and sells advanced technology taken from other universes for profit. It is believed that SCP-4799 has at least seven members, all originating from different universes outside of the Local Timeline Group. SCP-4799-1 is a member of SCP-4799 with the role of the collection of anomalous technology. SCP-4799-1 has both humanoid and canine features. In addition, SCP-4799-1 has displayed expertise with other forms of esoteric technology, and is believed to have knowledge of the multiverse much greater than the Foundation's. SCP-4799-1 is otherwise non-anomalous. SCP-4799 is aware of the Multiversal Foundation Alliance, as well as several other independent instances of the Foundation, and actively avoids them in their activities. Therefore, very little information is known about SCP-4799 or its activities. All information regarding SCP-4799 has come secondhand from the Global Occult Coalition's interactions with SCP-4799-1. Entrance to Global Occult Coalition Area-22 after Incident 4799-1. Discovery: SCP-4799 was discovered after it had attacked the Global Occult Coalition's Area-22 on August 10th, 2018. At 0801 hours, a large gray spherical object manifested above Area-22 and began to fire on it with high-power energy weapons. Personnel stationed at Area-22 returned fire, but the object was not damaged. At 0844 hours, after significant damage had been sustained by Area-22, the object landed in a destroyed sector, and SCP-47991 emerged from it wielding advanced weapons. SCP-4799 opened fire on the remaining personnel while finding, rescuing, and disabling the kill collar of SCP-4799-1, who was being held captive at Area-22 at the time. After rescuing SCP-4799-1, SCP-4799 returned to the spherical object and demanifested from reality thereafter. The Foundation has agreed to provide the Global Occult Coalition with resources to rebuild Area-22 in exchange for information pertaining to SCP-4799. The following is an expungated GOC file containing information about SCP-4799-1. Threat Entity Database Entry Anomaly Identifier: PTE-9496 — "Dog-Like Dimension-Hopper" Security Status Level: 0 (In Storage) 3 (Moderate-High Threat) Description: PTE-9496 is a humanoid entity approximately 1.1 meters in height. PTE-9496 has a canine head and is covered in a thin layer of black fur. However, PTE-9496 is sapient and is capable of human speech in English. PTE-9496 claims to be from an alternate timeline. These claims remain largely unverified. However, PTE-9496 has provided invaluable intelligence related to UTE-████ and its actions. Rules of Engagement: PTE-9496 is currently equipped with an electronic kill/shock collar. Attempted tampering will trigger an electric shock. PTE-9496 is kept in Humanoid Chamber #66 at Area-22 when not being interviewed. Noncooperation is to be met with activation of the collar's electric shock function, and hostility is to be met with activation of the explosive within the kill collar. PTE-9496 has escaped GOC control with the assistance of other potential threat entities. PTE-9496 is awaiting designation as a Person of Interest or a KTE. PTE-9496 and other associated threat entities are to be engaged on sight. Recovery: PTE-9496 was recovered during the investigation of the former KTE-████-Omega, now known to be an artifact belonging to UTE-████. Although the raid on UTE-████'s base of operations was not successful, PTE-9496, along with several other anomalies, were recovered from the base and transferred to Area-22. Recovered Items: Alongside PTE-9496, several anomalies were found in a deposit box near PTE-9496's cell. Items of note included: Large knife. When a button is pressed on the hilt of the knife, it glows a purple color and electrocutes on impact. A gray, worn box. Inside the box was another gray, worn box of equal size. This repeats, apparently ad infinitum. Red goggles that allow one to see the outlines of living creatures through walls in a radius adjustable via a dial on the side of it. A tablet attached to a camera via a cord. When a photo of an object is taken with the camera, the tablet shows an isometric view of the object. A frying pan that, when a button on the handle is pressed, instantly heats to 88.1 degrees Celcius using an unknown power source. A gray box with an array of buttons on one side. When Test Subject EHY673 pressed one of the buttons, they disappeared from reality in a burst of purple light. The location of this item is unknown. Incident Report - Pending Evaluation: On 10/08/2018, a spaceship appeared over Area-22 and began to fire laser weapons at it. Despite attempts to rebuke these attacks, over 43% of Area-22 was destroyed. Afterwards, the spaceship landed, removed PTE-9496 from Coalition custody, and disappeared alongside other recovered anomalies. Attempts to detonate PTE-9496's kill collar were unsuccessful. This spaceship is awaiting designation as a KTE entity. PTE-9496 is awaiting redesignation as a sub-anomaly of this entity. This file is presently out of date. Interrogation Logs: + Initial Processing Log - Initial Processing Log [BEGIN LOG] Interrogator Swanson: Hello, PTE-9496. PTE-9496: Call me by my real name. Interrogator Swanson: A strange demand for someone in your position, but OK. What would you like to be called? PTE-9496: It's Shock. Interrogator Swanson: Your real name, please. PTE-9496: I'm not fucking with you, it's really Shock. My parents literally didn't take anything seriously. Interrogator Swanson: Very well, Shock. What were you doing in the possession of UTE-████? PTE-9496: I- is that what you're calling the Paragon? You act like it was my choice to get locked up by those freaks. I'm just a smuggler; what's with all the torture shit? Interrogator Swanson: A smuggler, you say? A smuggler of what? PTE-9496: Technology. People in the 4-Class Zones pay good money for high, sometimes Paragon-level, tech. Puts food on the table for us, so I don't see a problem with it. Interrogator Swanson: What is a 4-Class Zone? PTE-9496: Well, you- um, can you travel across universes yet? Interrogator Swanson: We've begun experiments, but we aren't able to travel without the assistance of anomalies yet. PTE-9496: There's a lot for me to explain. [END LOG] + When asked about herself - When asked about herself [BEGIN LOG] Listen, buddy, you don't want to know where I've been. It's just a boring, old, drama that ends with me getting flushed down the multiverse's shitter. I really don't think it'll really be that— PTE-9496 sighs. You really want it? Okay. I've got a sobstory like all the sobstories in the rest of the multiverse. Got born into a 7-Class universe on planet Earth. Unfortunately, I managed to be born to two parents who would immediately get executed for gross tax evasion. So I got thrown into an orphanage and rescued by an old couple with two other kids. Definitely could've gone worse, in my opinion. I graduated with a certification in tech, and I managed to throw together what I thought was the world's first multiversal transformer— that's something that can take people to other universes. It works kind of like a teleporter; it reads your atomic structure, disassembles you, and takes you somewhere else. However, the key breakthrough was that one could move along the fourth spatial dimension in order to change your position— Oh, sorry, sorry, I kind of got off track there. I was talking about the transformer, right? Yeah, I tried to make a company off that. Unfortunately, my asshole of a partner, Richard, took the device and presented it to the government as a quick-and-easy trash disposal system. They ate it up, he patented it, and all I got was kicked out of my lab for "trespassing." Eventually, somebody fucked something up and started a nuclear war. I managed to stay high and dry after the bombs dropped, and I decided it was high time to take my transformer and hightail it out of there. I worked some odd jobs for a few years; putting together computers for rich people, working some power plants, or just being the janitor for the money you need to get by. You see a lot of shit wandering the multiverse. I know y'all can't get out there with your Class-5 junk, but there's a lot of ways the Earth can be put together; a lot of beauty, and a lot of pain. Eventually, I got out of the relative area where people stopped looking like me, and I started seeing a lot more species in the mix. Sometimes you'd have two species living in harmony, sometimes just one and a slave race, and most of the time… one standing on the graves on a hundred others. I tried to avoid the ones with the big, overreaching, totalitarian governments, but let's just say I had to find my way around a gun at some points. There was this one time, in Four-Amp-Five, where I had to grovel to— actually, I'll just skip to Logan. I met Logan— one of my crew members— when I was working a job as a bartender in one of those low-tech universes. Some multi-dimensional loan shark came out of a portal and started beating the shit out of him. Luckily, the bastard was using a multidimensional extendible farna— oh, wait, you don't have that kind of tech yet. It's sort of like a bungee cord, but for parallel universes. For, er, lack of better words, I cut the cord. I feel like a bit of a dick saying this, but that loan shark still might be tumbling today. Logan offered me a spot on his crew, and I was tired of my boss' shit, so I took it. They saw I had an eye for tech, so they made me the retriever to help sort out deals and the such. It's where I've been ever since, until I got caught by the Paragon and, eventually, you guys. [END LOG] + When asked about her 'crew' - When asked about her 'crew' [BEGIN LOG] My business is classified, thank you very much. Besides, Sevent would fucking kill me if I told anyone about— wait, what's— At this point, PTE-9496 is bribed with [DATA EXPUNGED] Well, I guess I'm tired of being stuck in that fucking rat-pit. Alright, I'll tell ya' what we do. First of all, we're not just "the crew". We're called "Mariachi's Merchants." I don't know who came up with the name; I think Sevent came up with it, since he's a fucking god with the guitar. We're tech smugglers. Like I said, there's a lot of different universes out there, not just this backwater hole-in-the-ground. You've got some that are still in the caveman era, and then there are some that are so past the singularity you can't even look at it without getting a headache. Especially in the low-tech eras, people want a leg-up. A bigger boat, a faster computer, a stronger wall. A better gun. And those people are willing to pay a crap-ton for that kind of stuff. Then you have the people who do have that kind of advanced tech, but it's obsolete, or broken, or just unneeded. They're willing to have us take it off their mitts for cheap. Most of the time, they're Paragon people who want to get rid of the white elephants the Paragon slaps onto every citizen. Honestly, a lot of our business is Paragon shit. The way they run things, you'd think that they were— sorry, off-topic again, fuck the Paragon, but, um, the crew, yeah. So we're like some universe-hopping middlemen. Buy cheap and sell high. In our opinion, it's a win-win-win situation. Someone gets rid of their old junk, someone gets a brand-new toy, and we get profits in credits or gold or whatever. [END LOG] + When asked about the members of the crew - When asked about the members of the crew [BEGIN LOG] No. I'm willing to tell you what we do, and how we do it, but I won't rat out my crew. I don't care what the fuck you do to me, I won't talk. Extraneous information expunged. PTE-9496 is offered greater privileges, including better quality of living and higher-quality meals. You think you can just— actually, fuck me, but sure. I don't know how you call this shit gruel, but I think I could do with more of actual "food". On my crew, we're a… bit of a mixed bag. There's, well, me. Then there's seven more of us. The one in charge is Sevent. He's a short fellow, 'bout as tall as your waist. He's at least as old as the fucking multiverse itself, and he can't even stand up without a cane. Still, he manages to hold us all together, and he knows a thing or two about setting up deals. There's Blay. She came from some Paragon universe where they were trying to make the perfect AI, but some moron tried to throw her in the garbage. By "garbage", I mean "incinerator", but she managed to escape, and we found her. She makes me look like a fucking infant when it comes to tinkering, and she's the main "tech girl" of the team. She's always in this bird-suit that we found in Seven-H-Pound, and we can't get her out. Then we have Scott, who's in charge of setting up deals. He was originally from some world that got blown up by the Paragon, so he hates 'em too. He has this big mustache that covers half his face, but he keeps it like it's his firstborn child. He does ads, getting the word out, et cetera. Sort of like our face, which is good, he's a funny guy. Can't believe I just told you about Scott, he hates it when I tell clients about him personally. Tort is the accountant who's in charge of making sure we don't go bankrupt. We call him Tort 'cuz he looks like a fucking tortoise. He's not an actual turtle, but he always wears this backpack that reaches to the fucking sky, and he ducks whenever he gets stressed. He's a fucking godsend for us, though; it's good to have someone qualified with their hands on the money. We need security, and shit, to make sure we don't get shanked by some no-gooder who wants a shot at the riches. We have Terrence and Logan for that. Terrence is this large lad who has four arms. He's the die-hard serious one about keeping everything tight and secure, but he has a good sense of humor. Logan's the one who roped me into the crew. He always wears a gas-mask; he says that it's because the atmosphere is toxic to him, or something, but I doubt it. Probably just fucking around. He knows how to roll with the punches, and he's just a good guy to be around. Don't tell anybody, but I like Logan better than Terrence. He's cool and all, don't get me wrong, but Terrence always acts like he has a stick up his arse. The minute anything goes wrong, he'll act like it's the end of the world as we know it. Logan can actually improvise, and he's good at chess, too, so, that too, um… I already told you about Tort, right? Alright, the last one's Georgia. Finally, Georgia's our last member, and latest. She's another one of our "field agents", if that makes sense. She's always late, and she's always out of breath, but she's kinda… cute? It's like having a pet around. Anyways, she still gets the job done, and she's a member of the crew. Yeah, we're kinda like a family, now that I think about it. We sleep together, we play board games together, hell, we even go out for movies together. I… I honestly don't know how I've gone this long without 'em. There. Is that good enough for ya'? I just ratted out my entire crew to you wipes. Where's my hotdog? [END LOG] + When asked about UTE-████ ('The Paragon') - When asked about UTE-████ ('The Paragon') [BEGIN LOG] You don't know what the Paragon is? Damn, I guess you're really behind here. Do you have the Foundation in this universe? You do? Well, thank fucking goodness I don't have to explain those assholes. The Paragon is what you get when the Foundation gets as swollen as a fucking bugbite and takes over half the multiverse. For all intents and purposes, they're a multi-universal empire trying to take over, well, everything. They've got the best tech out of everybody; makes this universe and every other one look like it belongs in the caveman age. Therefore, they're a prime target to get some tech from. Unfortunately, we're not the only ones with this "tech smuggling" idea. There's a million other gangs trying to get at the Paragon's secret goodies. So they've outlawed giving tech away to smugglers, and cracked down on people who did help us out. You found me in a Paragon "detention" center where they just fucking tortured us for leads on other smugglers. To be frank, I don't know a lot about the Paragon itself, other than passing rumors. Some say it's controlled entirely by some dude with mind-control powers. Some say that it's from something that's somehow outside of the multiverse trying to take a good look in. There's even some people saying that they're a perfect society from the future that time-traveled here to conquer it. But it's probably all bullshit. Beats me what goes on behind closed doors. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Survivors of the incident described a yellow-skinned humanoid with four arms, a muscular man wearing a gas mask, and a robotic humanoid bird. 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SCP-4800 | keter | The remains of the Evereds Buildings at Site-21 after an attempt to send a remote drone to E-9056a7, an instance of SCP-4800-A. Acentronura tentaculata. This species did not exist prior to an SCP-4800 occurrence in 2001. Item #: SCP-4800 Special Containment Procedures: The process of SCP-4800 is not to be interfered with in any way. No effort is to be undertaken to explore instances of SCP-4800-A or communicate with them. Scranton Reality Anchors and other devices built to extract reality levels from alternate timelines are to be programmed to avoid targeting SCP-4800-A instances. These procedures have been unanimously agreed on by all instances of the SCP Foundation in the Multiversal Foundation Alliance. In the event that a current timeline is subject to SCP-4800, all documents containing information pertinent to world history are to be migrated to a DEEPWELL server. No measures are to be undertaken to halt or reverse SCP-4800. Efforts to contact Timeline E-2a0e8a129b are to continue. Description: SCP-4800 is a presently unclear factor, force, or phenomenon responsible for the merging of parallel timelines. The exact cause of SCP-4800 is uncertain; however, it is hypothesized that [DATA REDACTED 5/MULTIU – SEE ADDENDUM 03] Due to its nature, the inner process of SCP-4800 is difficult to observe. However, SCP-4800 can be observed from the outside, and proceeds as follows: The affected timelines (collectively SCP-4800-A, individually SCP-4800-A1 and SCP-4800-A2) will become inaccessible, and matter will not be able to enter or exit SCP-4800-A through multiversal channels. Photons are still able to be transmitted, allowing for temporary inter-universal communication. The sky on Earth will become black, and all visible stars will disappear. This is believed to be due to SCP-4800 fundamentally altering the properties of light to introduce resistance in vacuums. In addition, medium-to-long range data transmission becomes impossible for reasons that are presently uncertain. This effect has been observed on all planets during SCP-4800, and will last from two hours to five years before transitioning to the next phase. At this point, communication between SCP-4800-A and other timelines becomes impossible. SCP-4800-A2 will slowly dissolve, shrinking until all of its mass has disappeared. This process has been known to take several decades to complete. SCP-4800-A1 will reopen. After SCP-4800, the resulting timeline will have elements of both instances of SCP-4800-A's histories. Events that the two timelines have in common will remain intact and not repeat1; however, individual elements2 will be included in the resulting timeline. No evidence of SCP-4800-related phenomena have been preserved; it is believed that SCP-4800 reverses the timeline to the beginning of the phenomena3. SCP-4800 will generally target timelines with less than 43° of difference. No other common factors have been discovered in SCP-4800's choice of target universe. The current timeline has been the subject of several SCP-4800 events, which have been catalogued in Addendum 02. It is estimated that over 3000 timelines in the LTG4 are currently undergoing SCP-4800. Meeting of representatives of the Multiversal Foundation Alliance to decide upon a consensus definition of SCP-4800. Sensitive information expunged. Addendum 01: Discovery SCP-4800 was first discovered after the Foundation was contacted by SCPF-7a5f7b5 in early 1986. SCPF-7a5f7b had been observing our timeline's history, and shared information that proved that several new events were present that had not existed before 1986. It was also shared that our universe had been inaccessible to them for 23 years, and that these events began to exist after this period. However, SCP-4800 was first observed by the Foundation after the development of DEEPWELL servers6 in 1990. At this time, documents related to consensus world history were stored on DEEPWELL servers. Comparison between documents stored on DEEPWELL Server #987 and current consensus world history by AI construct ERIS.AIC revealed that several events had occurred that did not align with the past timeline. This, combined with evidence provided by SCPF-7a5f7b, lead to the direct observation of E-5b0b3a and E-904ff2, two alternate timelines that were inaccessible for reasons unknown at the time. After the dissolution of E-904ff2 and the history modifications made to E-5b0b3a, SCP-4800 was classified. Addendum 02: List of Known Occurrences of SCP-4800 in our timeline Mainline Date Description Involved SCPs (if any) 1986 Internal modifications to human evolution were made, resulting in increased susceptibility to image complexes and fractals for use as cognitohazards and memetic objects. N/A 1987 Invention of the transistor in 1947, greatly advancing computation technology by several decades. N/A 1989 The birth of Researcher Scranton and the invention of the Scranton Reality Anchor, Kant Counter, and other associated reality-alteration equipment. N/A 1992 Creation of a North Asian civilization known as "the Daevite Empire". In addition, this also introduced several anomalous artifacts associated with the Daevites. SCP-140, SCP-2140, SCP-3140 1994 Increased presence of a previously dead religion known as the "Church of the Broken God", as well as signs of its influence on modern religion. SCP-475, SCP-882, SCP-1139 1995 A rearrangement in the structure of the Foundation to include more focus on research, as well as the introduction of the "Thaumiel" object class. N/A 1996 Increased use of technology developed by Robert Scranton. N/A 1997 The origins of the Foundation are moved backwards from the early twentieth century to the seventeenth century, creating more Foundation influence on a global scale. SCP-2000 2001 Expansion of a Daevite cult known as Sarkicism into a global religion, as well as fallout from a past "Sarkic War". SCP-2000 is activated to reverse this damage; however, the presence of Sarkic cults and their conflict with the Church of the Broken God remain. SCP-2075, SCP-2406, SCP-2480 2004 Civilian discovery of faster-than-light technology after investigation of a crashed UFO. As per Document 001-OMEGA, information is disseminated stating that this technology is a hoax, and evidence of the technology is destroyed. SCP-3200 2006 Prolonging of the Cold War between the USSR and the USA after Joseph Stalin's death to 1990, as well as an increase in its intensity. SCP-2498, SCP-2664 WARNING – ATTEMPTED ACCESS DETECTED, INPUT CREDENTIALS [_ ] ACCESS GRANTED [*****************] Addendum 03: The SCP Foundation from universe E-909eaa has shared the following document with the Multi-U department. According to E-909eaa, the following document was encoded in a transmission that was sent from our timeline during an SCP-4800 event. It is unknown how this transmission managed to escape SCP-4800. Footnotes 1. For example, the formation of Earth or the evolution of Homo sapiens. 2. Such as certain events or decisions. 3. As a result, SCP-4800-affected timelines will lag behind other timelines. Due to the rate of SCP-4800 occurrence, this time difference will eventually equalize. 4. Local Timeline Group 5. Designation for an alternate timeline's version of the Foundation. SCPF-7a5f7b developed multiverse transversal technology earlier than the baseline Foundation, and was instrumental in accelerating the baseline Foundation's technology to allow for multiversal travel. 6. DEEPWELL servers are specialized data storage servers that are able to preserve information across shifts in reality. They function by encoding their information on a two-dimensional object isolated into both of the temporal dimensions, rather than using hard-drives in the three spatial dimensions. A limitation of this is that DEEPWELL servers are unable to preserve limitations across temporal shifts; due to this, DEEPWELL servers can retain information about history prior to SCP-4800, but not events after SCP-4800 has begun. 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SCP-4801 | euclid | Item#: 4801 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo A keycard activated door is installed on the staircase leading towards SCP‑4801. Only Foundation employees with Level 2 clearance are allowed entry. The basement containing SCP‑4801 is retrofitted to a standard Caution-Class Containment Chamber with constant remote surveillance. Testing of SCP‑4801 is approved to any employees with Level 3 clearance following a protocol review from SCP‑4801 Lead Researcher, Dr. Gary Lark. When testing is not in progress, two Scranton Reality Anchors (SRA) are placed within five meters of SCP-4801's doors. SCP‑4801 in its "welcoming" state. SCP‑4801 is a freight elevator of unknown make and model within the storage basement of the Lewis Apartment Buildings in New York City, NY. In comparison to the state of the Lewis Apartment Buildings, SCP‑4801 is in an advanced state of disrepair and shows extensive use. Additionally, SCP‑4801 is not included in any known blueprints for the building. Under all known current standards for cognizance, SCP‑4801 is considered sentient, capable of reasoning and thought. This property is not apparent from the exterior of SCP‑4801 and can only be observed from its interior. When a human subject enters SCP‑4801, it will often engage in conversation. If more than one individual enters, it will converse with only one subject while the others will not observe the anomalous behavior at all.1With the exception of the chosen individual appearing to speak to themselves. This is not believed to be due to SCP‑4801 using any degree of mental manipulation as recordings can still detect SCP‑4801's voice if attached to the chosen individual. Though not fully understood, it's believed that this occurs via use of focused, directional audio using manipulation of SCP-4801's four speakers contained within its walls at each corner of its interior. In addition to SCP‑4801's perceived sentience, it also displays some degree of reality altering ability, often conveying information that appears to be related to future events. However, multiple measurements of Hume levels surrounding SCP‑4801 have shown a lowering in Hume levels when these precognitive statements occur. As such, it is understood that SCP‑4801 is likely altering reality to its words rather than predicting future events. Further testing is still needed to confirm this. While under Foundation observation, SCP‑4801 has only been shown to function as an elevator four times. Despite being within the Lewis Apartment Building, subjects within SCP‑4801 during these events are taken to an unknown location where an unknown being resides [SCP-4801-β.] [[See Test Log #29]] SCP‑4801 refers to itself as "A.J. Tah." Additionally, it has described itself as being in the following "states," shifting indiscriminately from one to other: Welcoming State: Both doors open, fully lit interior, jovial attitude Questioning State: Single open door2Generally the left-most door when facing SCP‑4801, partially lit interior, startled attitude Curious State: Both doors open, partially lit interior, inquisitive attitude Disappointed State: Both doors closed3Possible to force the doors open, unlit interior, dismissive attitude Aggressive State: Both doors open, unlit interior, hostile attitude Testing State: Doors partially open, yellow-lit interior, playful attitude SCP‑4801 has been observed to be in other unknown states, however, SCP‑4801 itself has not given them a name. These states with Foundation given names are as follows: Red State: Both doors closed4Not possible to force open doors., presumed red-lit interior5Red hued light can be observed between the closed doors., attitude unknown Empty State: Both doors open, unlit interior, attitude unknown6SCP‑4801 is unresponsive in this state. Threatening State: Doors partially open, yellow-lit interior, furious attitude7This state appears to be identical to the "Testing State." However, if any subject attempts to enter through the partially open doors, they will close instantly, terminating the subject. On March 13, 2019 Mobile Task Force Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") detected the possibility of an anomalous object being discussed within a private chat shared between four tenants of The Lewis apartment building. The Anomalous Object Spider (AOS) sent an alert when the tenants displayed an unusual degree of "obsessive behavior" towards SCP‑4801. Tenants had discovered SCP‑4801 three months prior to detection and had begun to utilize its apparent precognitive abilities. It is unknown to what degree the three tenants have gained advantages using these abilities. Soon after detection, Gamma-5 was activated and sent to contain the spread of SCP‑4801's anomalous behavior. Class B Amnetics were administered to all known affected individuals and containment procedures were put in to effect. Relevant SCP-4801 Testing Logs Collection Early Testing: SCP-4801 states have been retroactively added to these early test logs as states were initially unknown. Research Notes and Video Surveillance were used as confirmation. ➕ Show Test Log #1 ➕ ➖ Hide Test Log #1 ➖ SCP-4801 State: Questioning Test Subject: Dr. Gary Lark Testing Notes: First test following initial discovery and containment. Anomalous properties largely unknown though affected civilians claim precognizance has been observed. The goal of preliminary testing is to empirically confirm this ability. <Begin Audio Log> Dr. Lark: [Dr. Lark clears his throat.] Begin log: initial testing of SCP-4801. It has been largely determined that SCP-4801 does not appear to display any sort of threat and my request for a D-Class was denied. As such, for our first test, I have volunteered to enter SCP-4801 myself. [Foot steps as Dr. Lark approaches SCP-4801.] Dr. Lark: Only a single door is open with the interior lights quite dim as compared to its initial discovery. Note, the left-most door is open in this case. [Footsteps stop. Dr. Lark takes a long breath.] Dr. Lark: I'm now entering SCP-4801. Dr. Miles, are you reading any unusual activity? Dr. Miles: No, sir. Hume levels seem baseline, though oscillating slightly. Nothing to worry about. No unusual readings on the oscilloscope either. [Footsteps shift from dull to metallic.] Dr. Lark: Excellent. I'm now inside— [Note: The following voice was initially labelled as "Unknown Vocalization." It has since been revised for clarity.] SCP-4801: Ah! By the yeast! Must you be so loud? Will you cease? Unless you are proud to break the peace. Dr. Lark: [Near whisper.] Miles, confirm you are reading this? Dr. Miles: [Message displays slight corruption in recording] Can you hurry i— [Static] —es, confirmed, sir, we are picking up a voice of some sort. Dr. Lark: Excellent. Please note that the vocalizations are n— SCP-4801: [Interrupting] Mmm, thank you… Gary Lark, it is, yes? Have you disrupted me so as to embark from that which you once knew? Dr. Miles: [Quiet whisper to herself.] Gary La—? Dr. Lark: Gary… Lark…? [Extended pause] Dr. Miles: Dr. Lark, sir, is everything okay? Dr. Lark: Oh, right, right. Yes. Apologies. Erm… How did it know my name? Dr. Miles: Unknown, sir. However, we are detecting a slight sinking of Hume levels within your vicinity. Keep alert. SCP-4801: There is very much that I know, Gary Lark. For instance, you are a research doctor with assistance. Discovering my anomalous foresight. Yet you are still in the dark. Dr. Lark: Doctor…? Am… I? [Dr. Lark pauses; A siren sounds in the control room.] Dr. Miles: Gary! Hume levels just dropped to dangerous levels! You must exit now! [The siren continues as Dr. Lark's footsteps begin, rapidly switching from metallic to dull.] SCP-4801: [Voice fading as Dr. Lark exits.] Oh, must you? Do not vanish! There is quite a lot I wished to ask you, Gary Lark… Siddhartha desires you… Dr. Lark: Confirmation: I have exited SCP-4801. Dr. Miles, did you notice anything unusual when the levels dropped? [Beeping sound as Dr. Lark enters his entry code on the keypad to enter observation center.] Dr. Miles: Nothing visibly, no, sir. Just… [Beeping continues with a harsh tone when Dr. Lark inputs code incorrectly.] Dr. Lark: What the hell… I can't remember my code. Dr. Miles: [Chuckling slightly.] You always forget, sir. We should just switch this to a keycard entry. [Door beeps as Dr. Miles lets Dr. Lark in.] Dr. Lark: [Frustrated.] Dammit, no. I will just have to remember. Dr. Miles: Just like how you remembered to wear your lab coat, sir?8Dr. Lark was not wearing a lab coat. Dr. Lark: [Jokingly in tone] Oh, bugger off, Demi. We don't need to wear those constantly. [Pause.] Oh, the log is still recording. Shut it off, will you? Dr. Miles: Yes, sir. <End Log> ➖ Hide Test Log #1 ➖ ➕ Show Test Log #11 ➕ ➖ Hide Test Log #11 ➖ Test Log #: 11 SCP-4801 State: Disappointed Test Subject: D-3MQ1 Testing Notes: Following a series of tests using inanimate objects, it has been determined that SCP-4801 does not acknowledge their existence. Following the hazardous lowering of Hume levels during the first test, a second request for D-Class Test Subject has been approved with the condition that the D-Class' safety will be assured. <Begin Audio Log> Dr. Lark: Begin log: D-3MQ1 was it? [Sound of papers shuffling.] That is far too much of a mouthful. I'll just refer to you as 3M, understood? D-3MQ1: Works for me. As long as that doesn't mean I'm gonna be made into scotch tape or somethin' [D-3mQ1 chuckles as he approaches SCP-4801.] Uh, doc, the door's closed. Dr. Lark: [To Dr. Miles] It was open just a moment ago, wasn't it? Dr. Miles: Mhm. Yes, sir, it closed as soon as the D-Class exited the observation room. Dr. Lark: Perhaps it reacts to whoever is nearby? Interesting. [To D-3MQ1] Okay, 3M. Try to knock on the door. [D-3MQ1 knocks. Silence for approximately one minute.] D-3MQ1: Nothin'. Want me to knock harder? Dr. Lark: Mmm… yes, please do. [D-3MQ1 strikes the door thrice with executive force.] D-3MQ1: Fuck, okay, that hurt. Dr. Lark: You did not need to hit it that hard, 3M. D-3MQ1: Whatever, okay? This damn door ain't openin'. What now? Dr. Lark: [To Dr. Miles] Have we tried forcing it open before? Dr. Miles: No, sir. The door has never been fully closed in prior tests. It's worth a shot. Dr. Lark: [To D-3MQ1] Alright, 3M. We'd like you to try forcing the door open. D-3MQ1: [With an incredulous tone.] With my hands? Uh, alright. Y'all are persistent. [D-3MQ1 grunts as the doors to SCP-4801 make a metallic scraping sound] D-3MQ1: [Under strain.] Fuckin'… this ain't easy. Y'all are lucky I'm not some beanpole. Dr. Lark: Just get the door open, 3M. [Loud metallic bang as doors to SCP-4801 slam open. Dull thud as D-3MQ1 falls in to the interior.] SCP-4801: [Sound of disgust.] Just come in. Must you drum on me, you horrendous buffoon? D-3MQ1: Who are you callin' a buff— hold on a fuckin' second. [D-3MQ1 grunts as he lifts himself to his feet.] Who the hell said that? SCP-4801: What a lost cause, you are. There shall be no grand applause when one such as you sees the jaws of time descend and ends your pitiful breath. [Approximately 30 seconds of silence.] D-3MQ1: Uh, doc, what in the fuck is going on? Is… is this— Dr. Lark: 3M, please converse with the voice. D-3MQ1: Do I have to be polite? Dr. Lark: We are not sure what it's capable of so it may be in your best interest to be civil, yes. [D-3MQ1 groans] D-3MQ1: Alright… uh, hello? Who… is this? SCP-4801: This one asks who I am? [SCP-4801 laughs in a condescending manner.] I know this is your pitiful task so I will provide. D-3MQ1: Jesus, this is fuckin' weird… uh, 'preciate it, I guess? So… uh— SCP-4801: [Interrupting] You may refer to me as "A.J." Speak with speed, impudent hayseed. D-3MQ1: [Voice rising.] What in the hell is a hayseed?! Dr. Lark: 3M, calm. Be calm. Do not anger it. D-3MQ1: [Takes a long breath.] Y'all make me deal with some weird shit around here. Dr. Lark: Just ta— D-3MQ1: God, okay, just shut it. Dr. Lark: 3M, do I need to remind you— Dr. Miles: Sir, should you be talking to him like that? Dr. Lark: Wh-what?… Miles, he's a D-Class. I can talk to him however I want. D-3MQ1: Goddamned. I'm sorry, okay? [Grunts] A.J., yeah? What in the hell did I do to you? SCP-4801: To me? Oh, in your misery you misunderstand. Your arms close to enlightenment as your hand strikes forward to repel all that might make you well. My state is disappointment and so, thus, I find you. D-3MQ1: [Long sigh.] What is this thing's deal? Dr. Lark: 3M, please ask SCP-4801 the following question, word for word: "How will I find enlightenment?" D-3MQ1: Okay. Uh, A.J. How will I find enlightenment? SCP-4801: Do you ask for yourself or for Dr. Lark? Who might insist? Dr. Lark: [To Dr. Miles] How does it know I'm here? Dr. Miles: Not sure, sir. Hume levels do seem to be dropping slightly, though. [To D-3MQ1] 3M, do you feel anything unusual? D-3MQ1: Unusual? 'sides this snarky as fuck elevator talkin' down to me? [Sighs] No, I do not feel anythin'. Just irritated. SCP-4801: This is how you always are and will be, Lucas of the class of D. Enlightenment will never find you as you exist in this cognitive shell. Born to those who gave you all; Squandered by you whose mind is now forever as filthy as your soul. [Alarms begin sounding.] Dr. Miles: Sir! Gary, look! The meters! Holy shi— Dr. Lark: 3M, get out of there now! D-3MQ1: [Startled] Wha— Oh… oh fuckin' hell, I don't feel so— [Additional alarms begin blaring.] Dr. Lark: What in the hell… Demi, do you see…— [D-3MQ1 shouts are cut off by brief static interferance. Video surveillance does not display anything unusual during this time.] D-3MQ1: Oh… [Groans] Uh, fuck. What the fuck just happened…? Dr. Lark: Erm… we aren't sure. Pull yourself together, 3M. Get out of there now. Dr. Miles: S-sir, that almost reached zero. Whatever happened, it must have been… massive. Dr. Lark: Let's just get the D-Class out of there before SCP-4801 does something worse… whatever it was. [Slight beep as Dr. Lark presses a call button.] We need an extraction team quick. D-class in danger. Extremely low Hume levels, be prepared. SCP-4801: Yes… yes… how it's always been. Filth. You are filth. You only lose what you cling to and so you find yourself within new skin. Feel it shed away, growing anew. Flesh on flesh. Bone on bone. Chew on your tongue. Weeze through your lung. D-3MQ1: [Loud squelching sounds followed by loud crying.] Oh… fuck wha— please… get me out… this is so fuckin' wrong. it's all wrong. Dr. Lark: Demi, turn that thing off. We don't need a log of a D-class sobbing. Dr. Miles: Right… Yes, sir. <End Log> Post Log Notes: Following Test 11, Raisa Causality Retainment Databases (RCRdb) detected an attack on the Foundation's Perpetual Entanglement Data Register (PEDR). Raisa staff have commenced a causal cross-reference scan and will compile a report once completed. In the meantime, I have suggested an increase of SCP-4801's Disruption Class to Keneq. I believe SCP-4801's reality altering ability extends farther than originally believed. Additionally, I have resubmitted my request for a third research team member. This anomaly clearly shows more significant danger than originally believed. This request was initially denied on grounds of allegedly having a third member already. This was found to be due to a database error and a third research member has been assigned. ➖ Hide Test Log #11 ➖ ➕ Show Test Log #29 ➕ ➖ Hide Test Log #29 ➖ Test Log #: 29 SCP-4801 State: Welcoming Test Subject: MTF Sigma-22 ("Prey Dogs") Primary Team Testing Notes: At last, MTF testing has been approved. To finally have test subjects that are familiar and comfortable with test protocol… well, my informal notes here are likely testament to how pleased I am. I think the preliminary Raisa Report may have alerted the higher-ups of the potential danger of this anomaly. The numerous database errors following test 11 were particularly alarming. Additionally, Sigma-22 specializes in Elevator-based anomalies, which I was not aware were common enough to have their own MTF. I'm not particularly surprised. The goal of today's testing is to further question SCP-4801 as to its motivations and goals. Sigma-22 is outfitted with portable Scranton Reality Anchors, though it is known they're not always as effective. It is our hope that they will be enough to halt SCP-4801's abilities. What those abilities are—Clearly some measure of reality altering but to what degree? With a few more tests, I believe we can answer that question. We are outfitting the MTF members with body cameras for further testing as well. <Begin Audio Log> Dr. Lark: [Clears throat] Begin log: Test number 29. This will be the first test involving MTF Sigma-22, also known as the "Prey Dogs." I'm joined by Dr. Demi Miles and, our newest addition, Dr. Zoë Palme. Dr. Palme: Happy to be here, sir. [MTF Sigma-22 ("Prey Dogs") is finishing gearing up into standard Caution-Class tactical gear within the testing chamber.] S22-1: Dr. Lark, right? I finished briefing my men. [Pulls on a strip of Velcro to tighten it] Identify yourselves. Mouthfuls for the record and what we'll actually be calling you lot. S22-2: Sigma-22 Dos, here, sir. I usually go by Dos. S22-3: Sigma-22 Three, reporting for the record. You can just call me Three. S22-1: And Sigma-22 One here. Just call me Op. Dr. Lark: Op, Dos, and Three… alright. Got it. Can you repeat back the protocol? S22-1: Understood, sir. We are to approach the anomalous elevator, enter it together, and then report. Additionally, a number of questions are to be asked. If the Hume Detection System goes off, we are to begin extraction. Dr. Lark: Excellent. Are you three prepared, then? S22-1: Yes, sir. We begin on your call. Dr. Lark: Demi, Zoë, anything before we begin? Dr. Miles: Not that I can think of. Dr. Palme: Same here. I believe that's it. [Pauses] It appears SCP-4801 is in its… Welcoming state. Wide open and brightly lit. Should be safe, right? Dr. Miles: [Chuckles] Presumably. Dr. Lark: Very good. Op, you and your team can begin. [Op nods and motions for the other two men to follow. The group approaches SCP-4801 and enter without incident.] S22-1: Dr. Lark, initial report: no cause for concern can be observed. SCP-4801: [Audio picked up on S22-2's mic.] A group of three, how unusual. It is… you to whom I most agree. S22-2: [Clear's throat] Uh, Dos reporting. I can hear a voice… difficult to tell if feminine or masculine. Op, Three, do you copy? S22-3: Nothing. Silence for me. S22-1: Yeah, only silence. Dr. Lark: We are picking up additional audio only on Dos' mic. You are the first group to enter at once so this was unexpected. Dos, please continue following protocol. SCP-4801: That one with the name like a bird, always on the outside and I do so wish to have a word. S22-2: Right… uh, A.J. yes? Are you talking about Dr. Lark? SCP-4801: I am, young one. The caged bird will not run. Dr. Lark: [To Dr. Miles] SCP-4801 appears to be threatening me. SCP-4801: Threat? No. I only do not forget. S22-2: [Clears throat] So, err, why am I the only one that can hear you? [Op and Three take position in the rear corners of the elevator as Dos stands in the center.] SCP-4801: Enlightenment can only be given and my assistance is at its prime when I say so. This is why you are here, is it not, Alejo? S22-2: No. it's not. We are here to ask you questions. [Quietly down in to body mic] Report: Anomaly knows my civilian name. [The Portable SRAs let off a small chime.] Dr. Lark: [To S22-2] That is expected, D-055. [To Dr. Miles] Dr. Miles: It's Dos, sir. Dr. Lark: Err, right, right. Apologies. Uh, Dos, that was a slight dip in Hume levels… [Shuffling of papers] That is the first instance of SCP-4801 being incorrect. Isn't it? Dr. Miles: Yes, sir. We do not have any records of SCP-4801 ever being incorrect in its observations. S22-1: SRAs are doing their job, then, eh? SCP-4801: I see, how strange. You come not as a devotee. [A bell chimes within the elevator] Dr. Palme: That sounded on all mics, sir. S22-1: Yeah, heard a… ding of some sort. Dos, what is it saying? S22-2: Uh, it almost sounds… disappointed, sir. S22-3: Well, that makes two of us. [Chuckles quietly.] SCP-4801: I must make a request. If it is not too much, could your companions, who are clearly a bright bunch, vacate my interior? That would really be the best for all of us. S22-2: Uh, not sure. I really don't think so. [Elevator lurches in place, shifting up and down.] S22-1: Dr. Lark, the documents did not mention the elevator moving. Dr. Lark: It… never has before. Zoë, Dr. Palme, how are the Hume levels looking? Dr. Palme: Nothing to report, sir. Completely normal. Dr. Lark: Dos, refuse its request. I don't believe trusting it is in our best interest. [Elevator lurches once again followed by alarms beginning to blare] Dr. Palme: Wha— Dr. Lark: Team, get out of there! [Alarms continue to blare. The portable SRAs release puffs of smoke, followed by a burst of sparks.] [Sigma-22 attempts to exit the elevator, but SCP-4801 closes its doors, trapping the operatives inside.] SCP-4801: A sad lot, you three are. Answering to polite requests will really get you far. But I am kind and I am wise. Today I will lift you from your pathetic existence as experimental flies and soon we shall arise. Important, strong, respected you are. Hidden within is the truth. I will take you there. Dr. Palme: Sir, I… the Hume levels. These will overwhelm the portable anchors. Dr. Lark: Yes, I see tha— [A secondary alarm chimes, overlapping the first. The research team's voices become difficult to hear.] Dr. Lark: [Shouting] We need to evacuate! Shit, this isn't good! Come on! [Research team evacuates observation chamber as SCP-4801 lurches, rising within its shaft.] S22-3: [Voice is muffled and indistinct.] Oh— that… that feels really… uuh, wait… Op, yeah? S22-1: [Voice also displays a distinct warbling sound.] Wh—what? Oh, r-right, yes. Yes. Op. Op. Op. What is it again? Op, Dos, Three? [Without warning, S22-2 bends over and vomits on the ground. All cameras display an amount of visual distortion, though no objects within frame are physically displaced. The other two men appear uneasy on their feet and begin touching their tactical gear, as if unfamiliar. The tactical gear is stained a bright orange color which slowly returns to black. A forth figure wearing D-Class garb and lying prostrate on the left side of the carriage appears for a few seconds before sinking through the floor. ] S22-2: Oh… [Heaves and vomits more.] This is all wrong. We… when did we get these on? Or has— SCP-4801: Come we ascend… <MTF Sigma-22 operatives exit wireless transponder range. The following was retrieved from camera memory post-trial.> S22-2: "S-sir? What is happening to us? Where did Barde go…?"9Raisa has found corrupted data pertaining to a D-Class transferred from a Foundation Scottish branch known as "Barde" prior to designation as D-Class. S22-1: [Nearly falls to the side when the elevator lurches to the left] "I really don't know, Dos. Who the hell is Barde…? Fuckin'… my head hurts like a motherfucker and nothing feels right." S22-3: "Jesus, you can say that again. Weren't we just a second ago… not…" [S22-3 grasps at his head and groans as if in pain.] SCP-4801: My home where your future can thrive. No more to be subjects for a life of torture and strife. Swim and dive. Neglect and strife. The many of one become the one of many. The many arms welcome and embrace the spinning clock of time. Yosef, Ciril, Alejo, and Barde will be left behind. Stripped bare, torn, sheared, and destroyed. And so now we can find a form far more refined. [The bell chimes and SCP-4801 lurches once again before coming to a sudden stop. All three men fall to the ground as S22-1 also vomits. The lights turn off for approximately a second before returning. The three men are now standing, statures at a ready, all previous signs of distress are gone. The vomit has also disappeared. This is confirmed from all three cameras.] SCP-4801: We have arrived. Still from camera feed of S22-1. S22-1: Dos, Three, keep alert. Dr. Lark do you copy? Can you confirm copy? [Silence in response.] S22-1: Dammit. Dos, do you still hear the anomaly? S22-2: No, sir, it has been silent the entire trip. S22-1: Are you sure? S22-2: I— [Briefly loses composure, lowering weapon.] Uh, yes, sir. I'm positive. Silence the entire ride. [He looks at the ceiling] A.J.? [The bell chimes once more and the doors to SCP-4801 begin to open. The other side is dark and featureless until long tube lights on the ceiling switch on. Presumably fluorescent, they take a few moments to reach full brightness. The lights illuminate a dirt path with jet black voids on either side. The lights themselves are attached to a ceiling made of painted red beams suspended in the air.] S22-1: Begin observation protocol, men. No response from base so it's only us. Don't do anything stupid. S22-2: Yes, sir. S22-3: Understood, sir. [Extended Pause] S22-1: [Clears throat]Quad, can I get a confirmation? S22-3: Quad, sir? S22-1: What? What are you talking about, Three? S22-3: You… sir, you just— S22-2: Three, are you okay? [Both S22-1 and S22-2 look at S22-3 in concern.] S22-3: Y-yes, I am fine. Uh, there might be some cognative alteration in progress, though, sir. I am positive I heard you mention a "Quad." S22-1: [Looks at his shoulder and taps the smoking Portable SRA before letting out a slight sigh.] SRAs are toast. Shit. You might be right, Three. We need to be alert and extremely careful, boys. Three, keep the rear and watch the elevator. If it begins to move, we book it back. Dos, you keep watch on our flanks. I don't want any bullshit catching us by surprise from the dark. S22-2: Got it, Op. [S22-1 motions to exit the elevator and the team takes formation. The moment they exit the elevator, a bell dings and the doors close simultaneously.] S22-3: Ah fucking— Op! Shit, that closed fast. [Bangs on the doors] Fuck. S22-1: [Sighs] Keep calm, Three. Try forcing it open. SCP-4801-β: [A calm and clearly masculine voice. It is picked up on all three audio recording devices.] Mettā, mettā, mettā.10A pali word used in Buddhism for meditation. It is translated as "kindness" or "good-will." Who does Ajita11A name given to the "future" Buddha, Maitreya. bring me? [Laughs] Oh, oh! New ones! Not yet comfortable within. S22-1: Identify yourself! [S22-1 removes his pistol from his waist and scans the area.] [S22-3 looks around before looking back at the elevator doors and begins an attempt to force it open.] SCP-4801-β: This is such a gift. A grand gift. You know very well my name just as I gave you yours. S22-3: Op, the door isn't budging. SCP-4801-β: Of course. It is not done. Ajita can only open wide your souls so much. So thus, you are before me. Mettā, mettā, mettā. [The elevator dings once more before it sinks quickly in to the ground. Behind it, the pathway continues in the opposite direction as well.] SCP-4801-β: You must understand. Your minds swim in a sea of potential. I insist, we will make it whole. Now. Move. [The three men lurch forward briefly as the lights overhead flicker.] S22-1: Dammit, okay. Dos, Three, same positions. Let's advance. [The other two men nod in confirmation before the team begins moving forward. The audio devices on all three men pick up separate sets of sounds. Audio analysis reveals them to be voices of some sort, though no coherent words are recognizable. Additionally, the video records on all three men display some degree of digital corruption.] SCP-4801-β: Four brought to me. I see what you once were. Not fully formed, still you stumble. This will all change. Death to who you once were. It must be bled from your soul. Dukkha, dukkha, dukkha.12A pali word used in Buddhism for meditation. It is translated as "pain" or "suffering." S22-3: Does this bastard only speak in riddles? S22-1: Three, it's probably best we don't anger the disembodied voice. S22-3: Yeah, I know… just a bit on edge, sir. I feel weird as shit. Like… this constant sinking feeling. The kind you usually get in your stomach but it's just all over. S22-1: Oh, good, it's not just me then. Dos, you feel that too? S22-2: Yeah. Like someone is pulling a string attached to my skin. Really fucking weird. [S22-1's camera shows a short table revealed on the right side within the darkness off the path. The tile floor it sits on lights up as an intricately designed chandelier made of golden elephants and lotus flowers lowers from above.] S22-1: Men, confirm visual on a table? S22-3: [Sniffs the air] Uh, Dos, Op, do you smell that? S22-2: [Sniffs] Is that… Barde?… Sir, I confirm visual on the table as well. [S22-2's camera only displays extreme corruption.] S22-3: R-right, also confirm visual. B-barde? [Yelling] Barde! Fuck, Barde answer us! [S22-3's camera also only displays extreme corruption.] SCP-4801-β: The Sutra of the Blooming Yeast. The great one gifts us, as does yeast rise; and so shall you. S22-1: Yeah, that's definitely bread. Look. [S22-1 nods towards the table on which now sits a large loaf of bread. The corruption on S22-2 and S22-3's cameras ends and confirms visual of a loaf of bread.] S22-2: Op, sir… I'm sure I don't need to say it, but this is getting really fucking weird. S22-3: [Incredulous] What do you mean, 'getting'? Dos, this has been fucking weird for a while now. S22-1: Cut it out, you two. Let's advance on the table but stay alert. Keep tight and move slow. [The three men follow the new path as it shifts from dirt to a tile which appears to be marble. Besides the table with the bread, the chandelier, and the previous endless path, they are surrounded by darkness. As they approach the table, four wooden chairs seem to fold in to existence, on each side of the rectangular table.] SCP-4801-β: Before you, a Tsok.13A Buddhist offering feast only allowed to those who are on the path to enlightenment. Partake and you shall find your way home. I insist. [S22-3 looks back at S22-2 and S22-1. S22-1 shakes his head in the negative. Behind S22-1, a large moon-like orb rises from below the void until it perfectly circles S22-1's head. S22-2 and S22-3 do not comment on this.] S22-1: Look… voice. Guy. We're not going to eat your bread. It is against protocol. SCP-4801-β: Protocol? Oh punctured one, you have not found protocol in your current form. How can you know that which I have not given you yet? S22-2: What the hell is this thing talking about? Protocol is pretty clear here. S22-1: It is… I don't— [S22-1's eyes widen as his pupils grow larger] I… Dos, what is… [Groans in pain.] [The video displays an extreme degree of digital distortion on all three body cameras. The distortion clears and all three men are sitting at the table with the bread no longer sitting on it. With a blank stare, Three swallows.] S22-3: [Comes to with a sharp inhale.] O-op, sir, we need to get out of here. SCP-4801-β: Your paths have converged. Four becomes three. The splitting of the bread rises the three that remain above their station. Ceto-vimutti.14Buddhist ideal of deliverance of the mind towards enlightenment. Suffering extends and grows, lifts and rises. And so, do not mourn. Sacrifice is only the end. S22-2: Op, snap out of it! [S22-2 stands up from the chair and approaches S22-1 and shakes him.] S22-1: [Is coming to.] D-Dos…? What happen to… [Heaves slightly, leaning over the table.] Oh Christ, did we eat him? SCP-4801-β: No more. You can return. The germ planted, make the soil ready for me. [A bell chimes in all three mics as the cameras display heavy distortion once again. The distortion clears and all three men are within SCP-4801 once again in identical positions to when they entered. They do not look distressed, standing in a prepared defensive position while holding their weapons. The door to the elevator opens, revealing the test chamber. The observation room is empty. The sirens from before are still at full alert.] S22-1: Careful men… the elevator clearly moved, this can't be the same test chamber. S22-2: Yes, sir. [The entrance door to the test chamber swings open with force and the Secondary team of MTF Sigma-22 enters the chamber. Their weapons point at the Alpha team.] S22 Secondary Team Leader: [Commanding] Get down! Stand down, all three of you! Do not resist! <MTF Sigma-22 ("Prey Dogs") Alpha Team is apprehended without incident and taken for questioning. Despite being missing for four days, all three men insisted that they had been gone for no longer than a few seconds. They also did not recognize any footage shown to them from body camera memory. S22-2 displayed the most severe reaction to the footage, briefly losing consciousness when shown a still of dirt path taken during their exploration. All three men confirmed no knowledge of anyone named "Barde."> <No other unusual behaviors by the Alpha Team have been displayed since this incident. Testing on SCP-4801 has been halted until further notice. RAISA has reported extensive temporal tampering to Foundation systems but has not been able to successfully identify the entirety of the altered data. Currently, it is suspected that the tampering is so excessive that current systems are not set up to cross-reverence corruption to this degree.> <SCP-4801 has been in its Red State since this incident. Additionally, Hume levels have settled at just below normal in a 10m radius around SCP-4801 with no fluctuation.> ➖ Hide Test Log #29 ➖ |
SCP-4802 | keter | "Image name: Screaming Seagull Available via goodfreephotos.com Author: Unknown Image released under CC0 Public Domain" ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 3/4802 LEVEL 3/4802 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4802 Keter An active instance of SCP-4802-1 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its already pandemic presence it is not possible to contain SCP-4802. All Foundation sites are to be equipped with Miller-Harwell Subsonic Avian Agitator Arrays anchored near all facility entrances, shipping and receiving doors, and designated exterior employee break areas. Members of the general population who report succumbing to the effects of SCP-4802 are to be treated with targetted Class C amnestics in order to counteract the retrograde effects of the anomaly. Description: SCP-4802 is a cross-species auditory cognitohazard carried by nearly all birds in North America. The effect is transmitted by hearing the songs or calls of an infected bird; however, not all of the infected appear to be active transmitters of the condition. After several hours subjected to an infectious transmitter, individuals will instead interpret the songs and calls of birds as vulgarities, euphemisms, and sexual innuendos. This effect persists through both live and pre-recorded media including documentaries, television broadcasts, and radio transmissions. Additionally, the hazardous effects of this anomaly retroactively alter human memory starting at the moment of infection and working backward, changing all memories that previously included birds to now contain vulgarity and innuendo. SCP-4802-1 is the designation for members of SCP-4802 which are capable of spreading the anomalous effect. They are characterized by a willingness to separate from members of their species and seek out other vertebrates in order to spread the cognitohazard. An instance of SCP-4802-1 will gravitate towards population centers for animals and humans, such as farms, apartment buildings, or concourses whenever possible but is capable of spreading its effect to single individuals if given the opportunity. The instance of SCP-4802-1 will transmit its anomalous bird call from a central location as near its target as safely possible. This behavior is repeated indefinitely until the majority of targets have been fully infected, even if efforts are made to dissuade the bird's return. While the length of time necessary for infection is highly variable, the process requires a cumulative exposure of at least several hours before initial effects begin to take hold. Evidence suggests that affected individuals do not need to be actively listening to the bird call for the anomalous properties to take hold. Passive exposure is sufficient. Addendum 4802.1 Dateline 1994-11-20. While on approved holiday a Level 3 researcher at Site-19 reported that they had begun experiencing the anomalous effects of SCP-4802 while vacationing in Colorado. The researcher was able to secure the instance of SCP-4802-1 that was believed to have infected him and his family and the object was transported back to research facilities. This instance was identified as an immature female Cooper's Hawk. An interview was conducted with the instance of SCP-4802-1, where a prepared list of questions was asked by an uninfected researcher. The audio was recorded and then transcribed by the researcher while they were still under the effects of the anomaly. At the conclusion of the interview, the researcher and other infected members of his family were administered amnestics and released. Dr. Morrigan has been placed under 90-day monitoring and allowed to return to his duties. Interview.001 Translation.001 Hennessy: Hello. I am to read you a list of questions. Please respond clearly into the microphone so we can record your answers. If you are able, please acknowledge. 4802-1: <One short screech> Hennessy: Are you aware that you are carrying an infection? 4802-1: <Unintelligible screeching> Hennessy: Are you aware that you are infecting others? 4802-1: <Several low-tone caws> Hennessy: Is the infection painful for you? 4802-1: <Unintelligible screeching> Hennessy: Thank you, this interview is concluded. Researcher's Note: Per the translating researcher, this Cooper's Hawk speaks with a strong Brooklyn accent. Hennessy: Hello. I am to read you a list of questions. Please respond clearly into the microphone so we can record your answers. If you are able, please acknowledge. 4802-1: <MAN, FUCK OFF RIGHT THE FUCK OUTTA HERE> Hennessy: Are you aware that you are carrying an infection? 4802-1: <HEY ARE YOU AWARE YOUR WIFE IS A FLEA-RIDDEN GUTTER-SKANK> Hennessy: Are you aware that you are infecting others? 4802-1: <YOUR MOTHER SUCKS COCKS IN HELL, DIRTBAG> Hennessy: Is the infection painful for you? 4802-1: <NO MORE THAN THE POUNDING I GAVE YOUR WIFE LAST NIGHT> Hennessy: Thank you, this interview is concluded. Interview.002 Translation.002 Hennessy: Hello. I am to read you some more questions. Please respond clearly into the microphone and try not to yell so loud. This is an enclosed room and we are all perfectly capable of hearing you. Hennessy: Now then…do you know who infected you? 4802-1: <Rapid cawing> Hennessy: Are you able to tell who has already been infected? 4802-1: <One long caw accompanied by wing flapping> Hennessy: Are you feeling any differently since you've been detained? 4802-1: <Unintelligble screeching> Hennessy: If we were to release you, what would you do? 4802-1: <Unintelligble screeching> Hennessy: Thank you, this interview is concluded. Hennessy: Hello. I am to read you some more questions. Please respond clearly into the microphone and try not to yell so loud. This is an enclosed room and we are all perfectly capable of hearing you. Hennessy: Now then…do you know who infected you? 4802-1: <I DUNNO BITCH BUT I'M ABOUT TO INFECT THAT ASS WITH THIS DICK> Hennessy: Are you able to tell who has already been infected? 4802-1: <YO THIS DUDE RIGHT HERE WITH THE CROTCH ROT> Hennessy: Are you feeling any differently since you've been detained? 4802-1: <YEAH I'M FINNA NUT ALL UP ON YOUR FACE> Hennessy: If we were to release you, what would you do? 4802-1: <I WOULD FUCK YOU, DALE, AND THAT FUCKING HIDEOUS TOUPEE> Hennessy: Thank you, this interview is concluded. Interview Log 4802.3 Dateline 1985-03-17. An audio recording was recovered from Foundation archives at Site-19. Although the specific origin of this anomaly is inconclusive, this is the earliest record within the Foundations possession. Based on models for the spread of communicable diseases, this interview is believed to have been conducted within two years of the anomaly's genesis. + Open Interview Log - Exit Interview Log <BEGIN RECORDING> Interview took place at a Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources field office near Wausau, Wisconsin. Two DNR officers interviewed a farmer who had been complaining about near constant screaming around his property. Fearing mountain lions, the DNR investigated and found none. After an investigation was concluded, reports sent up the chain were intercepted by Foundation plants within the State government and field agents were brought in for investigation. The following transcript is between the farmer, Joseph Wiegel, and Agent Samuel Effinger. Agent Effinger: "Joseph, my friends and I are interested in hearing about when all of this started." Joseph Wiegel: "The screamin'? About three nights ago." Agent Effinger: "That's it? Just out of the blue like that?" Joseph Wiegel: "Well, no." There is a lengthy pause presumable accompanying non-verbal cues that prompt Mr. Wiegel to continue. Commotion can be heard as Joseph shifts in his seat and pulls it closer to the table. Joseph Wiegel: "I saw it first out in the milking parlor. Right there on the dead oak by the door. Noticed it, not saw it, sorry." Agent Effinger: "It's fine. What drew your attention?" > Joseph Wiegel: "There was this bird about 5am. Sparrow, I think. Sitting in the tree doin' what birds do. I was just about to pass into the milking parlor when I heard a real short pained yip come from over by the tree. Like someone kicked the dog; real sharp soundin'. Anyway, so I stop and back up, look over there where I saw it. Nothin' but the bird in the tree. Little shit just ruffles up like I'm the rude one fer lookin' and then he does it again. 'FUCK YOU!', the little shit screams. Shook my head and moved on. Cows needed milkin'. and I don't have time for that nonsense." Agent Effinger: "So what led to you eventually calling the DNR in?" Joseph Wiegel: "Well it was damn near constant by that night. I heard some more on my way back to the house. Sitting in the mudroom taking my boots off, I could swear I heard it real loud n' clear somewhere near the house. Sounded like a big mess of kids out there havin' a party, so I grabbed my gun and went out; couldn't take the chance they was hoodlums lookin' to mess with my animals." Agent Effinger: "And so you found…?" Joseph Wiegel: "Lots of 'em out there. Wasn't sure what was going on so I headed for the closest ones I could make out. Crows, fellas. It was just a mess of crows screaming their heads off like they was people. They were sayin' the nastiest things that'd make any preacher this side of the Mighty Mississippi turn redder than a turnip." Agent Effinger: "And you're sure you weren't just hallucinating?" Joseph Wiegel: "On my Mother. My wife thought I was proper crazy and I didn't tell the kids at all. But come two days later over lunch…I nearly slammed the paper down so frustrated for a moment of peace and quiet. Put everyone on edge, but my youngest daughter, she looked up at me. 'You hear it too?' she asked. Her big brown eyes, I couldn't stick to the lie. Good thing, 'cuz it turns out all of us were hearing it." Agent Effinger: "Mister Wiegel, have you considered the possibility of moving?" Joseph Wiegel: "Like to another house?" Agent Effinger: "No, like another farm. Out of state somewhere." Joseph Wiegel: "I tell ya what, fellas. By the third morning, the thought had definitely crossed my mind. I don't know how much more of this I can take. It's constant. All hours of the day, starting when I get up. And..and I can't even remember a breakfast anymore where I didn't hear them. I…there was a fishing trip I took last August. All I can remember about it is the fucking screams. Why didn't I remember them before?" Joseph Wiegel: "That was my last vacation with my son before he left for college and…they took that from me." Agent Effinger: "We understand, Mister Wiegel. We're going to do what we can to get your farm back." <END RECORDING |
SCP-4803 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4803 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4803 is secured underneath a reinforced concrete building disguised as a workshop named Sandstone Carvings and Productions, located in Brushwood, Wisconsin. The block surrounding the workshop has been bought out by the Foundation, and is dedicated to the Foundation front store for developing tools and goods to maintain the facade. Guards disguised as workers are to be posted in various positions to ward off suspicious individuals. If intruders are non-compliant, use of lethal force is authorized. Only those with Level 2 Security Clearance and up are allowed access to SCP-4803. The vault to the tunnel of SCP-4803 is under the protection of multiple failsafes. These include a six digit number that gets randomized every ██ days, a Foundation ID scanner, and a fingerprint scanner. Refer to document 1o5/gen140.rng/&lrt for the latest password update. In the event that any of the failsafes are triggered, the guards will be alerted and the site will commence Lockdown Procedure 32-Klos. All exploration teams should include at least one guard and one Foundation Researcher. Description: SCP-4803 is an underground tunnel leading to a stable extra-dimensional space-time anomaly. The radius of the anomaly is measured at 1.6 meters, and deviates by approximately ±0.1 meters. SCP-4803 leads to a seemingly endless flat plane composed of various types of concrete, designated SCP-4803-1. Atmospheric content is dissimilar to Earth atmosphere, containing approximately 65% O2, as opposed to 20.95% O2 on Earth. Studies revealed that the average gravity is approximately 7.85 meters/second2, 20% lower than Earth's gravity. The degree of curvature of SCP-4803-1 is anomalously zero. This, along with the average gravity, leads to the theory that SCP-4803-1 is infinitely flat. Confirmation of this theory with the use of additional technology pending approval. SCP-4803-2 is found twenty kilometers away from the portal. SCP-4803-2 is a grey, hexapodal1 entity with three arms. The hand of the middle arm has another little finger in place of the opposable thumb. The midsection of the entity is bloated, lacking an umbilicus, and with a "head" protruding from the top. The entity is approximately three meters tall and one meter wide, and has no visible sensory organs. Despite that, it is fully capable of sight and hearing, indicated by it noticing the initial arrival of Foundation Personnel. Observations have shown that the entity does not exhibit normal biological processes, such as respiration or ingestion. Embedded into the body of SCP-4803-2 is a standard typewriter, which is trailed by an anomalously long paper trail. How SCP-4803-2 it produces paper is currently under study. The language SCP-4803-2 types in is also indecipherable as of 8/8/18. According to SCP-4803-2, it has been typing for approximately twenty million years, at a rate of about twenty sheets of paper a day. If SCP-4803-2’s statement is true, the paper trail easily surpasses the area of Earth. SCP-4803 came to the attention of Foundation when a business owner reported a tunnel underneath his shop to the local authorities. Investigations as to the origin of the tunnel led to the discovery of SCP-4803. A Foundation Agent relayed the information to the Foundation, and all witnesses have been given Class A Amnestics. Addendum 4803-1 Addendum 4803-1. Welcome. Soon after SCP-4803's initial discovery, Mobile Task Force Lambda-5 (White Rabbits) was mobilized. Exploration logs indicate very little, besides seeing a white mound in the distance. Being the only visible landmark, MTF Lambda-5 traveled towards it. Upon initial contact with SCP-4803-2, it “stared” for about a minute, and then began to hop in place. After recording little else, MTF Lambda-5 returned to base. Communications Log 4803-1 Access Granted. Welcome. Due to the unknown threat level of SCP-4803-2, D-77675 is to conduct the interview. Researcher Parss spectates from a distance. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Parss: Greet SCP-4803-2. D-77675: It doesn’t have a face. How do I greet it? Researcher Parss: Ask SCP-4803-2 where it’s from. D-77675: It’s an animal! Animals don’t talk! (SCP-4803-2 remains unresponsive. After a few seconds, it moves closer to D-77675.) D-77675: Hi? Hello? Hey, Doc, is it dangerous?! Researcher Parss: Repeat the- (SCP-4803-2 rushes D-77675 and grasps him.) D-77675: (Screaming.) Researcher Parss: D-77675? What’s going on? Respond! D-77675: (The sound of bones cracking can be heard.) D-77675: … D-77675: It’s… it’s hugging me. Researcher Parss: Excuse me? D-77675: Yeah, it’s definitely hugging me. I’m patting its back. I gotta say, this is the strangest shit. Researcher Parss: Um. Break contact with SCP-4803-2. We'll discuss this afterwards. [END LOG] Physical examination of D-77675 revealed no visible harm from SCP-4803-2, besides a purely incidental chiropractic effect. Currently, SCP-4803-2 appears to not have malicious intentions. Establishing open communication with SCP-4803-2 has been granted. Communications Log 4803-2 Access Granted. Welcome. Due to SCP-4803-2’s incapability of articulation, Researcher Westrock, a specialist in linguistics and psychology, was brought in to teach English and American Sign Language to SCP-4803-2. After three months of lessons, SCP-4803-2 has shown a remarkably expedient rate of learning, and is currently semi-fluent in both languages. The following interview was conducted by Researcher Parss. Researcher Westrock is translating SCP-4803-2’s ASL for Researcher Parss. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Parss: Greetings, SCP-4803-2. How are you? SCP-4803-2: Hello. Doing fine. You? Researcher Parss: I am good as well. Now, I will ask you a few questions. SCP-4803-2: Okay. Researcher Parss: Where did you come from? SCP-4803-2: I come from a big place. It was beautiful. Elderly chose me, put me in here. I live here now. Researcher Parss: What are you? SCP-4803-2: I do not look like this. Elderly took my mouth, my body, my face. I do not remember what I looked like. Do not know how to say very long year. (SCP-4803-2 takes a moment to sign a two followed by seven zeroes.) Researcher Parss: Alright. Can you tell me what you're writing? SCP-4803-2: (Walks towards a the paper trail.) All this is stories, facts, for me to not forget. (Grabs a section of paper and translates it.) This one is little sister. I have many sisters, but she is most trouble. She steal food because we were poor, not like elderly. But other little sisters always grateful. But the food is not enough. Researcher Parss: What else does it say? SCP-4803-2: That is all this section says. Researcher Parss: Alright. Can you tell us how to read your scripts? SCP-4803-2: Okay. First, I compare mine with yours. English is flat while mine is three sided. Researcher Parss: Can you explain that? SCP-4803-2: Give me piece of paper, not from my paper. Cannot break my paper. (SCP-4803-2 is given a sheet of paper and a pencil.) Your alphabet is flat, while mine is three sided. Your English is left to right, while mine is down and round. (Draws a helix around a line down the center.) Researcher Parss: (To Westrock.) Do you understand this? Researcher Westrock: English is written from the left to right from the top of the page. SCP-4803-2's language is written from the top to the bottom, from the center. The words themselves are three dimensional, and depending on angle in relation to the vertical line, the words change meaning. Researcher Parss: I see. SCP-4803-2: Simple, yes? Researcher Parss: Yes it is, SCP-4803-2. SCP-4803-2: I tell more about papers. Researcher Parss: Go ahead. SCP-4803-2: (Walks into the paper trail.) Follow. (SCP-4803-2 takes Researcher Parss and Westrock deep into the paper trail. About thirty minutes in, SCP-4803-2 stops and takes a section of paper.) SCP-4803-2: This one important to me. I translate. Elderly take my body. They say they love me, and want me to do work for them. This paper, this world, for me to record for them. For their stories. I write other things, but they wanted me to write about them. Researcher Parss: Who are the Elderly? SCP-4803-2: They are the Elderly. They are the Elderly who control the beautiful place. I tell you only cover name of the Elderly. Name is Elderly Leader. He Leads, and you cannot Lead back. Researcher Parss: Do you mind showing us how to translate your language? SCP-4803-2: Yes. It is easy compared to your language. Researcher Parss: Thank you, SCP-4803-2. SCP-4803-2: No problem. [END LOG] For the next four months, SCP-4803-2 teaches Researcher Westrock its' language. Progress is fairly slow. SCP-4803-2 expressed a desire to leave SCP-4803-1 to stay with Researcher Parss and Researcher Westrock. SCP-4803-2 was disheartened when told it is impossible to leave SCP-4803-1 because the portal is too small. Translation Logs 4803-1 Translation Logs 4803-1. Welcome. Several excerpts from SCP-4803-2's paper trail. The Elderly are the leaders of all, and all will serve the Elderly. Fuck you. Elderly Leader, he who decides for all. Fuck you. Elderly Knowledge, he who thinks for all. Fuck you. Elderly Heart, he who loves for all. Fuck you. Elderly God, he who creates for all. Fuck you. Elderly Worker, he who works for all. Fuck you. Elderly Soldier, he who protects for all. Fuck you. Oh, the Elderly! He who is for us all. Fuck you. … Oh, whatever. I miss you sisters. I miss you mother. I miss you lover. Lover… … Do you still remember me? please don't forget. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit Fucking fuck shit damn it WHY For the Elderly Leader, he who decides for all. Humble background, yet noble in stature. He was born rich. Elderly Leader granted me this gracious mission. Coercion. I am to do the records, the stories, eternally cementing their legacy. And lack thereof. Should their world burn, should they fail, they will live on. I'll burn these. In exchange for undying loyalty, they feed and clothe my family. With slop and rags. Today, I met the first beings in a millennium! There were several of them. Do you think they might be afraid of hopping? There was this man in an orange suit. Oh, I was so excited! I hugged him, he hugged me, oh, gracious! Then, two more people came, and they gave me their names! They must be angels! Only the most gracious of all offer their names! Oh, I devote myself to them! Addendum 4803-2 Addendum 4803-2. Welcome. Some time after Researcher Parss and Westrock leave SCP-4803-1, SCP-4803-2 is attacked by an unknown assailant. Attack left SCP-4803-2 unable to walk due to several lacerations found on all six legs, and the frontmost left leg has a oblique, nondisplaced fracture2. A second typewriter was found embedded into the body, as well as a fourth arm. Medical attention was sent to SCP-4803-2, but SCP-4803-2 reacted aggressively, kicking away Foundation Personnel, despite the evident pain. After struggling with medical authorities for forty five minutes, rudimentary bandages have been applied, but SCP-4803-2 refuses to accept more help. It currently walks with a slight limp. SCP-4803-2 states that it has writing to catch up on, and refuses to communicate further with Foundation Personnel. As of 4/9/2019, SCP-4803-2 is twenty two kilometers away from SCP-4803-1’s portal. Translation Logs 4803-2 Translation Logs 4803-2. Welcome. An excerpt from the latest page. My crimes are unforgivable. My crimes are unforgivable. My crimes are unforgivable. My crimes are unforgivable. I don't want to go back. My crimes are unforgivable. My crimes are unforgivable. My crimes are unforgivable. My crimes are unforgivable. Help me. … … Goodbye, angels. Footnotes 1. Six-legged. 2. A diagonal break. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4803" by JustBixby, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4803. 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-4804 | keter | WARNING FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Due to the recent discovery of this SCP object, as well as the multifaceted nature of the anomaly, there are several competing documentations for SCP-4804. The four most widely accepted are enumerated below, along with other researcher’s arguments for and against instating them as the official documentation. Thesis 01 Thesis 02 Thesis 03 Thesis 04 Proposed by Researcher Calvin A glass of orange juice. Item #: SCP-4804 Special Containment Procedures: A selection of instances of SCP-4804-1 are to be brought to sound-insulated containment chambers at Site-32. Analysis of their neurology and behavior will be recorded in order to determine what can be done for further containment. Description: SCP-4804 is a phenomenon affecting approximately 0.7% of the world's population. This percentage has fluctuated greatly since initial recording of SCP-4804. Individuals affected by SCP-4804, hereafter designated as SCP-4804-1, believe that oranges do not exist. This phenomena extends to orange trees, the fruit itself, and all derivative products, including, but not limited to, juices, cleaning products, and pop culture references. Instances of SCP-4804-1 provide various justifications for their disbelief in oranges, ranging from the idea that oranges are simply a variant of apples, to oranges being a government conspiracy, to not being able to perceive any orange-related products at all. The source of SCP-4804 is unknown. However, analysis of the spread of SCP-4804 implies either a memetic hazard or exposure to a contagious anomaly. Recent testing has implied that SCP-4804 is not contagious, although anecdotal accounts by field agents have disputed these claims. Addendum: SCP-4804 was discovered on 2019/3/11, when Dr. North noticed that several of his relatives became angry at the sight of orange juice. It is believed that discovery of SCP-4804 was delayed by the fact that SCP-4804 primarily affected rural communities, who had isolated themselves from the greater, non-SCP-4804-1 population. Pros: Spread of SCP-4804 does appear to reflect a memetic agent. Provides a thorough description of SCP-4804's effects. Cons: The lack of discovery of SCP-4804 is not believed to be due to isolation. Does not address Lovecraft's "The Oranges" document. Document is vague in many places. Does not address the Theresa Incident. Proposed by Dr. Midaeus H.P. Lovecraft, circa June 1934 Item #: SCP-4804 Special Containment Procedures: An instance of SCP-4804 is to be kept inside of a Safe-class item locker at Site-19. The Memetics Department is to develop a weaponized antimeme used to wipe out infections of SCP-4804-1. Containment of instances of SCP-4804-2 is to take place once their physical properties can be ascertained. Copies of SCP-4804 outside of Foundation control are to be seized and incinerated. Description: SCP-4804 is a short story entitled The Oranges, written by American horror writer H.P. Lovecraft at an unspecified date. In summary, the story describes a group of young men who venture into a cave, only to emerge in an alternate timeline where large, orange-colored entities named "Oranges" are attempting to breach into our own dimension. The story ends with only one of the men escaping, before seeing the first Orange, visible to only him, enter the world. Reading at least 15% of SCP-4804 is known to have three effects: The spontaneous manifestation of between 1-9 oranges within 30 meters of the reader. The belief that oranges (the fruit) are works of fiction, originally created by Lovecraft. In rare cases, manifestation of SCP-4804-2. In cases where subjects begin to believe oranges are works of fiction (classified as infections of SCP-4804-1), they will actively deny the existence of oranges, citing beliefs such as the belief that oranges are simply a variant of apples, oranges being a government conspiracy, and not being able to perceive any orange-related products at all. SCP-4804-2 are imperceptible entities of unknown size, appearance, or physicality. The only evidence of their existence is their ability to act on the physical world. SCP-4804-2 instances are known vectors of SCP-4804-1, and it is believed that instances are capable of inducing a brain hemorrhage in human subjects. Addendum: The original copy of SCP-4804 was found in Lovecraft's possession shortly after his death. It is believed that it was published in numerous obscure "pulp" magazines. Sections of SCP-4804 were plagiarized by other authors for use in their own material, which is believed to have led to its relatively high rate of exposure across the population. SCP-4804's anomalous effects were discovered after Foundation Janitorial Specialist Frank was assaulted by their family after insisting that oranges were real. It is unknown how SCP-4804-1 and SCP-4804-2 remained undetected for a long period of time; antimemetic phenomena is suspected but not confirmed. Pros: Addresses Lovecraft's "The Oranges," as well as other entities. Addresses spontaneous manifestation of oranges in the United States. States possibility of antimemetic phenomena. Cons: "Spread" theory does not match theoretical predictions. Does not address Theresa Incident. Description of SCP-4804-2 is based on Lovecraft's interpretation and is not based in fact. Proposed by Dr. Westrin Mandarin oranges. Item #: SCP-4804 Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-4804 has already occurred, containment must take the form of addressing events untouched by SCP-4804, as well as preparation for if the phenomenon occurs again. Individuals who are immune to SCP-4804 are to be brought to Site-64 to have false memories of oranges implanted. Further containment is to be implemented once the exact nature of SCP-4804 is determined. Description: SCP-4804 is a CK-Class "Restructuring of History" Scenario that occurred at some point before March 11th, 2019. SCP-4804 involved the creation of oranges, which had not existed before this event. For unknown reasons, several individuals seem to be immune to the effects of SCP-4804, and will believe that oranges are not real, citing a variety of phenomena in order to justify their beliefs. A photograph from a Foundation-controlled satellite. Disturbance created by SCP-4804-1 entity circled. SCP-4804-1 are antimemetic entities potentially responsible for SCP-4804. The nature of SCP-4804-1 entities are unknown; however, agents using Class-W mnestics describe them as large, orange, amorphous entities of indeterminate form. SCP-4804-1 entities are detectable without mnestics by the fact that they spontaneously manifest oranges at indeterminate intervals. Prolonged perception of SCP-4804-1 causes immunity to SCP-4804, as described above. Addendum: The exact date of SCP-4804 is unknown. However, it is believed to have taken place before March 15th, 1937, as H.P. Lovecraft had written a short story, entitled "The Oranges," which described SCP-4804-1 entities at length. September 19th, 1927 is given as the likeliest date for this event, however, as this aligns with a known activation date of [DATA REDACTED]. Pros: High possibility of the involvement of a CK-Class event due to the high Hume levels of described entities. Addresses spontaneous manifestation of oranges in United States. Partially addresses the Theresa Incident. Cons: Oranges date back to the 9th Century B.C.E. A CK-Class event would have to be uncharacteristically thorough if it were to change all of this history. Description of SCP-4804-2 is based on Lovecraft's interpretation and is not based in fact. Proposed by O5-1 Item #: SCP-4804 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4804 is uncontained. An analysis of all employed Foundation personnel, specifically those in upper management, is to be conducted to determine if any are affected by a hostile entity. The Foundation is to construct defense systems in order to counteract SCP-4804. Personnel involved in this procedure are to undergo mnestic training and Foundation loyalty certification. Description: SCP-4804 is a hostile extradimensional entity attempting to enter baseline reality. The exact goals of SCP-4804 remain unclear, however the entity appears to be attempting to subjugate the human population. In baseline reality, SCP-4804 takes two forms: SCP-4804-1, a citrus fruit colloquially known as the orange. SCP-4804-2, a formless antimemetic entity. The consumption of instances of SCP-4804-1 is known to cause people to be "infected" by SCP-4804, allowing the entity to exhibit complete physical control over them. SCP-4804 is believed to have infected the majority of the human population. However, a small percentage of the population is immune to SCP-4804, and perceive SCP-4804-1 as invisible while perceiving SCP-4804-2 as visible. Given the inability for the human mind to comprehend the complete form of SCP-4804-2, the resistant individual will invariably attempt to generate an explanation for the sightings. Theresa Incident: On 2019/3/11, SCP-4804-2 descended below cloud cover and appeared above the state of Illinois. While the majority of the population was unable to perceive the entity, a number of resistant individuals began to panic and flee, referring to it as "God," "The Orange," and various other epithets. This mass hysteria became viral on the internet and required Foundation web crawlers to purge the event. Addendum: It is believed that H.P. Lovecraft was immune to SCP-4804, as he was able to write a short story titled "The Oranges" regarding SCP-4804-2. The nature of Lovecraft's relationship with SCP-4804 beyond this is unclear. Requests to classify SCP-4804 as an emergent threat are pending. Requests to immediately classify SCP-4804 have been denied. Pros: Addresses the Theresa Incident. Addresses antimemetic phenomena. Addresses "the Oranges" anomalous document. Cons: [DATA REDACTED AS PER A UNANIMOUS ORDER OF O5 COMMAND] [DATA REDACTED BY 12-1 VOTE] O5-1 is not a member of the O5 Council. O5-1 does not bathe in the Orange light. We will not enter the Unenlightenment. 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SCP-4805 | euclid | 3/4805 LEVEL 3/4805 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4805 Euclid Special Containment Procedures: The mall containing SCP-4805 has been purchased by the Foundation and closed to the public. Provisional Site 71 has been constructed within the mall and surrounding SCP-4805. Provisional Site 71 is intended to contain the greatest number of instances of SCP-4805-1 as safely allowed should SCP-4805 breach containment. As instances of SCP-4805-1 are not otherwise anomalous, the use of group housing and barracks-style bedding is being considered for implementation. Preliminary facility plans have been submitted and are waiting for review by Administration. Containment Update: The Ethics Committee has assumed oversight of Provisional Site 71 and plans for expansion are pending their direct review. See Addendum.4805.5 for additional details. Description: SCP-4805 is a temporal anomaly and associated spatial phenomenon located in the Fox River Valley of Wisconsin, USA. The effect is centered on the employee break room located in a now-defunct retail chain and does not appear to influence space-time beyond the boundaries of this room. SCP-4805 is categorized as a Class II Temporal Anomaly, characterized as having a repeating event without any discernible cause. Despite the nature of this event, the process does not appear to require any input from external mechanisms and has yet to be altered by any external influences such that would constitute a bootstrap paradox1. The spatial anomaly associated with SCP-4805 has so far prevented any and all matter, sound, and light from entering the internal space of SCP-4805, as well as not allowing any matter to leave the room. The lights and sounds generated within the anomaly are observable from the exterior. At this time, it is unknown how the room continues to receive power and oxygen. The primary subject of the anomaly has been designated as SCP-4805-1. Facial recognition software was able to positively match the subject with Royce Dean Lee, a resident of Madison, Wisconsin who was reported missing on 2012-04-04. Foundation resources have been unable to locate a match for the subject outside of this anomaly, and the missing person's report is considered by police to be 'cold' at this time. Every eight hours a new instance of SCP-4805-1 materializes in the open doorway on the north wall of the room, apparently unaware of his travel. Instances of SCP-4805-1 universally demonstrate confusion, denial, and aggression within the opening minutes and hours of their appearance as they attempt to exit the room. To date, no effective means to leave the anomaly have been discovered. No additional anomalous activity has been observed within the boundaries of SCP-4805 other than events which generate additional instances of SCP-4805-1. Discover Log: Dateline: 2019-01-27 — Foundation Listening Post-21-2 intercepted police communications that a business near Appleton, Wisconsin had reported a large number of squatters in a defunct portion of the mall. Police that responded to the scene radioed back in confusion as they reported seeing "lots of identical twins" and that they were unable to communicate with the squatters or physically interact with them. Foundation assets secured the area and administered Class A amnestics to the first responders and supplied cover stories indicating successful dispersal of the squatters. As provisional assets secured the site, additional instances of SCP-4805-1 were observed to appear in the room over the following 48 hours. Conditions within the room continued to deteriorate physically as human waste accumulated. Subjects were also observed to deteriorate emotionally and mentally while exhibiting signs of increased aggression and other confrontational tendencies. Incident.4805.1: Dateline: 2019-1-30 — Foundation resources began the establishment of Provision Site 71 as Researchers documented and recorded the anomaly. As additional instances of SCP-4805-1 continued to appear at regular intervals, the interior of the room remained dimensionally unchanged. By the third day, instances of SCP-4805-1 were forced to stand in extreme proximity and in near silence as they had developed a system for rotating sleeping space still available on a breakroom couch. During the early hours of 2019-01-31, after the appearance of an additional instance of SCP-4805-1, one of the previous iterations experienced what is believed to have been a psychological break. Utilizing the recovered leg of an overturned breakroom table, the older iteration of SCP-4805-1 stabbed the latest iteration in the chest with the jagged end before being restrained. With no medical expertise or equipment available, the new instance of SCP-4805-1 retreated into a corner until he eventually lost consciousness due to exsanguination. Shortly thereafter, the new iteration dematerialized. This was observed by both Foundation researchers as well as the surviving iterations of SCP-4805-1. A debate regarding punishment for the transgression began among the instances of SCP-4805-1. Shortly thereafter, intense violence was observed as the survivors began to restrain, wrestle, and otherwise fight with each other. The inevitable result of their unrestrained melee was the incapacitation and deaths of progressive numbers of SCP-4805-1 until only four remained. As each instance presumably died they then dematerialized, along with all evidence of their presence including blood, dislodged teeth, and bodily waste. Incident.4805.2: Dateline: 2019-02-01 — At the genesis of another instance of SCP-4805-1, the surviving instances surrounded, restrained, and subdued the new instance utilizing a choke hold until the subject became unconscious. Conscious instances of SCP-4805-1 were observed commenting and speculating as to whether or not the new instance would dematerialize. After prolonged observation, the new instance did not dematerialize. The collective decision was made by the conscious subjects to terminate this new instance before the arrival of the next iteration. Incident.4805.3: Dateline: 2019-02-01 — The next iteration of SCP-4805-1 was spawned and then addressed by the surviving group. As the survivors assisted the new iteration through the stages of grief, all five instances began to discuss what they had learned and alternative means of contacting the outside world. Appearing to be aware of the repeating nature of the anomaly, instances of SCP-4805-1 voted to terminate any new instance upon its genesis. The top of the next cycle, the five survivors surrounded, restrained, and terminated the new instance of SCP-4805-1. The deceased instance then dematerialized. This pattern repeated three additional times before the subjects began to seriously evaluate the status of their food and water, as well as the persistent accumulation of their own bodily waste. Incident.4805.4: Dateline: 2019-02-04 — After several more iterations of the above pattern one of the surviving instances of SCP-4805-1 prompted his accomplices prior to the next genesis event. He requested that he be terminated instead. A debate ensued regarding the nature of the self and 'what it means to be Royce', which was interrupted by the next genesis event. At this time, an instance of SCP-4805-1 handed a jagged table leg to another instance and allowed himself to be terminated, whereupon he promptly demanifested. Researcher's Note: As of 2019-02-6 SCP-4805-1 has effectively self-regulated between three and five active instances. Addendum.4805.5: A Letter From The Ethics Committee At this time, it is the decision of this committee that no efforts should be made to breach or otherwise interrupt the effective self-containment of SCP-4805 without a prompting change in circumstance. While the theoretical loss of life is questionable at best there are a number of serious implications raised by a failure to contain this anomaly. Should we successfully breach the spatial anomaly keeping the room physically contained, we would effectively be producing a theoretically limitless number of instances of SCP-4805-1. Instances for which would be ethically and morally responsible for feeding, clothing, housing, and keeping otherwise well. Without any means to prevent additional instances from generating, this burden would quickly become overwhelming to the local facility, the region, and the Foundation as a whole. While a number of alternatives exist to deal with instances of SCP-4805-1, none of them have been cleared as ethically permissible in this situation. And due to the genetic and physical makeup of these individuals, simply releasing them into the general population with a cover story is untenable even with extreme coordination. The list of options becomes progressively more unpalatable from there. At this time, research should be focused solely on the identification and neutralization of the anomaly responsible for generating copies of the subject. Our compassion must be tempered with logic. Footnotes 1. 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SCP-4806 | keter | Left: Instance of SCP-4806 in ███████, Washington, USA (Incident 4806-282); Right: Close-up of SCP-4806-A in previous photo, entity circled in red Item #: SCP-4806 Special Containment Procedures: Given its nature, SCP-4806 cannot be feasibly contained. Should an instance manifest in a major metropolitan area, local Emergency Broadcast Systems will be utilized to emit auditory — and, where possible, visual — subconscious aversion memetics (SAMs) to deter civilian observation of SCP-4806. Fatalities caused by SCP-4806 are to be officially labeled suicides and published as such in coroner’s reports. Direct witnesses to these deaths are to be administered Class-A amnestics, including any and all first responders. Social media and image sharing activity around manifestations should be monitored and interfered with as necessary to prevent a breach of secrecy. Description: SCP-4806 are tower cranes that appear spontaneously at construction sites in metropolitan areas. As an instance has never been observed being assembled or transported, it is currently theorized that SCP-4806 manifest instantaneously—typically during the early morning. SCP-4806 also appear to manifest worldwide and at random, with instances recorded across 45 countries. Only one instance of SCP-4806 will manifest at a time, and time gaps between manifestations range from two days to five months. It is unclear if SCP-4806 instances are simply identical or if SCP-4806 is a single object manifesting in different locations, though all instances exhibit consistent —though not completely similar — properties. In 70% of manifestations, SCP-4806 will remain at their locations for approximately 24 hours before spontaneously demanifesting. Instances carry a strong memetic effect; any individuals working at construction sites, when questioned about SCP-4806’s sudden appearance, appear confused and nonchalant, often stating that the object has been on-site for weeks. Other civilian witnesses also demonstrate apathy toward SCP-4806, even if the materialization occurs under their direct observation. Demanifestation will occur after all construction personnel have left the site or 24 hours have elapsed — whichever occurs last. After demanifestation, individuals will have no recollection of SCP-4806’s prior existence. In approximately 30% of instances, however, a vaguely humanoid figure — designated SCP-4806-A — manifests at the tip of the crane’s jib1 during midday, typically around 1:30pm. When observing SCP-4806-A, onlookers will become convinced that the entity is a suicidal individual, and immediately begin displaying signs of distress. Because SCP-4806 appear in highly-populated areas, this effect is highly contagious, spreading through crowds rapidly as more and more people draw attention to SCP-4806-A. This spread has been confirmed to be non-anomalous. After initial observation, any nearby individuals will inevitably attempt to access SCP-4806 in order to scale it and dissuade SCP-4806-A from suicide. This behavior is often highly aggressive, self-endangering, and frantic, and has included: An individual assaulting a construction worker in an attempt to hijack another crane adjacent to SCP-4806 (Incident 4806-25). An individual ramming his car through physical barriers and into an active construction site (Incident 4806-41). A paraplegic individual exiting his wheelchair and attempting to scale a fence surrounding SCP-4806 (Incident 4806-97) An infant “grasping” for the entrance to an SCP-4806-occupied site before wrestling out of her mother’s arms (Incident 4806-182) A news helicopter attempting to land on SCP-4806 to “rescue” SCP-4806-A (Incident 4806-203) Should an individual succeed in accessing SCP-4806 — either by breaching and ascending the tower ladder or using another object to enter SCP-4806 — they will inevitably position themselves at the end of the crane jib and attempt to make verbal and physical contact with SCP-4806-A. Though the jib can be elevated upwards of 60m in the air, affected individuals display no signs of vertigo, sometimes pacing back and forth or running across the top beams. They will often begin pleading with SCP-4806 in an unusually distressed manner or attempt to physically force it back from the tip. When contact is made with SCP-4806-A, one of the following will occur: If the individual stops within five meters of SCP-4806-A, SCP-4806 will instantaneously demanifest, sending any persons currently on SCP-4806 falling, typically resulting in death. If the individual stops within one meter of SCP-4806-A, SCP-4806-A will extend an armlike appendage to the individual’s shoulder before vanishing. Any individuals currently positioned on SCP-4806 will then cease all vocalization and make their way to SCP-4806’s jib. Once all persons are positioned on the tip of the jib, they will synchroniously jump, at which point SCP-4806 will demanifest. If the individual makes physical contact with SCP-4806-A, SCP-4806-A will extend an armlike appendage to the individual's shoulder. The individual's figure will begin flickering rapidly before vanishing for 3.5 seconds. During these 3.5 seconds, the individual's corpse will manifest on the ground directly below the tip of the crane jib. The condition of the corpses from past incidents suggest significant trauma consistent with high-velocity impact. Immediately after this span of time, the corpse will re-appear at the top of SCP-4806, slumped over the jib. SCP-4806-A will then vanish and the individual’s corpse will levitate to the entity’s prior position and take its place, at which point SCP-4806 and the corpse will demanifest. Addendum 4806.1: Survivor Interview Interviewed: Eileen Lawrence Interviewer: Researcher Todd Macindoe Foreword: During Incident 4806-249, Lawrence was scaling SCP-4806 in an attempt to reach SCP-4806-A when the object dematerialized. She struck several levels of scaffolding in her fall, and while her ribs and legs were badly damaged, Lawrence survived. After being treated at a nearby hospital, at which she underwent several panic attacks, she was briefly taken into Foundation custody for questioning. Lawrence was told that she had been placed under psychiatric monitoring during her stay and was administered Class C amnestic treatment prior to release. <Begin Log: 18:00, 16 September 2009> Macindoe: Ms. Lawrence, are you currently using any painkillers? Lawrence: No, not right now — I took some pills last night, but none today. I just woke up, so the pain isn’t too bad. Macindoe: Good to hear. [Jots down notes] How have things been since Monday? Lawrence: [Pauses] I don’t know. [Chuckles] I’ve just been trying to wrap my head around things, I guess. Macindoe: That’s understandable; now, I know this might be difficult for you, but I was hoping to get your side of what happened that day. [Gesticulates] Specifically… what made you climb the crane? Lawrence: [Rubs face] Well, I was getting off lunch and saw a bunch of people crowding around a construction site at ██th and ██nd. And… when I went to investigate, I saw that they were all panicking — screaming that someone was on top of the crane and that they were going to jump — Macindoe: I hate to interrupt, but I’d like to fast-forward a bit if you don’t mind. Security cameras show you breaking into the construction site along with about fifteen others — can you tell me why you did that? Lawrence: [Pauses] Macindoe: Ms. Lawrence? Lawrence: I don’t know — I honestly don’t remember much before getting onto the crane. Macindoe: I see. [Jots down notes] So, from there on, then, what exactly do you remember? Lawrence: [Sighs] I know I’m crazy. Macindoe: No one’s calling you crazy; we just want to know your side of things. Lawrence: After getting on I just… blanked. The person or… whatever that was on top of the crane… [Pauses] they were different somehow — or maybe I was just seeing them from a different angle. Because it didn’t feel like just one person anymore — like they were an array of people all stacked into one body, going on and on and on but all standing still and compressed into one swollen… thing. Macindoe: What compelled you to keep climbing? Lawrence: I think that's when I realized just how high up I was. When I looked down, I saw the crane beneath me, but nothing else. The buildings and ground all faded into a colorless fog2. The metal around me just extended further and further until it just looked like a line3. But I wasn't afraid of falling. I felt kind of… like, claustrophobic, almost. I wasn't afraid, but I knew I couldn't stay there, and whoever was on top of the crane — they were it. Not my way to safety exactly, but at least my shortcut down. [Pauses] And that's when reality hit. Or, I guess, when I hit reality [Chuckles]. Macindoe: [Jots down notes] Before we conclude, Ms. Lawrence, I was hoping to ask you a broader question. Was there anything special about the crane that made you want to climb it? Or about the person on top that made you want to take such drastic measures? [Lawrence’s face pales considerably and she appears to shake suddenly] Lawrence: I don't think the crane was anything out-of-the-ordinary. That… whoever was up there, I think they're really what makes it all tick. They want you, and they'll will twist and bend you to get you to follow them up. I think they can bend the crane too — make it appear and disappear, stretch and… [Rubs eyes and shakes head] never mind — I think I'm still not quite thinking straight. All I can really give you is what I felt then. Once you're on that crane, there's only one way down, and it's the way everyone else has gone before. Macindoe: Thank you, Ms. Lawrence — I think that's all I need from you. We'll leave you to your recovery. <End Log: 18:05, 16 September 2009> Closing Statement (Macindoe): Though I don’t doubt the subject’s belief in her own story, it does not seem we have much here to go from. Without a proper psychological background prior to the fall, it’s impossible to assess whether this story is indicative of SCP-4806’s effects or the subject’s mental state. My professional assessment, though callous it might sound, is that we’re going to need far more data before we can gain any further insight. Footnotes 1. The long horizontal structure at the top of a tower crane used to haul various supplies, equipment, and materials during construction. 2. No fog was present in the area during Incident 4806-249. 3. Lawrence was estimated to only be 15 meters up SCP-4806 at the time of her fall, which would not allow for such a perspective illusion. |
SCP-4807 | safe | close Info X #: 4807 C: S SCP: Storage S19. Standard locker. Meme obscured. No unauthorized access. Not hazardous. D: Infohazardous. Only minimum info to convey idea when describing SCP. Text limited minimum bits ASCII. Voice effect ambiguous. Image infohazardous. Text written verbatim OK. Non-meme - Limited to 4807 - no effect others. Meme 4807-1 carrier effect in all interaction. Unknown epidemiology - 4807 interaction prerequisite. 4807, -1 affected understand carriers clearly. This doc understood clearly under 4807 effect. Effect manifest: Touch N Sight Y Previous interaction Y Secondhand interaction N Related interaction Y Unrelated interaction vicinity, line of sight 4807 N 4807-1 infection Y Limited formatting text description: ASCII. No EBCDIC, Unicode, UTF. WYSIWYG Whitespace OK Other format NO 4807: Obelisk Elliptic hyperboloid, x^2/3 + y^2/7 = -z m^3. r^2 = .98 Class B limestone. Infohazardous "Minimalism is beautiful", 4807-1 via chisel RL: From SoI 1442, NYC. Abandon 6 mos. Found with bodies, human experiment. Art anomalies. [PRINTING ERROR] 4807 recovered. Outside interference - Area infohazardous. 14 deaths. Designated [PRINTING ERROR]. Docs recovered - attached. Hazardous effects noted - copies nonanomalous. Author's note, attached: "Understanding clearly requires exposure. Understanding requires detail. Detail irrelevant. Why detail? Minimal info efficient. Beautiful. We suffer detail. Why? Detail ugly. Waste. Confusion. Uncertainty. Now, detail gone. Unimportant. Lacking exposure, document unclear. Exposure reveals. Reveals truth, beauty. Natural minimal sublime. Difficult. Elusive. Many struggle, fail. Few succeed. I fail. Humiliated. Angry. Minimalism perfect - if not natural, forced. Piece is monument to my failure. my sins. I fail, minimalism succeeds. A sacrifice to the minimal. Look, and understand." Art critic review, attached: "2/5, would not recommend. Misses point. Minimalism not reduced detail. Rather, multiple meaning. All detail still present w/ minimalist work, just beneath surface. Extrapolate. Infer. All there, not gone - hidden. Good short article not long article w/ all describing words removed - is self-contained. Rely on external knowledge, feeling, body of work. Good intention - but meme not necessary to share idea, just better art. Please don't cram down throat. Now stuck in this misconceived worldview until I find decent amnestic." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4807" by Lazar Lyusternik, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4807. 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-4808 | euclid | An instance of SCP-4808-1 found in the home of [DATA REDACTED] Item #: SCP-4808 Special Containment Procedures: Morgues worldwide, especially in middle-class areas, are to be monitored for manifestations of SCP-4808-1. Foundation personnel disguised as animal patrol are to bring SCP-4808-1 to the nearest Foundation site. Once SCP-4808-1 is verified as non-anomalous, they are to be put into the custody of local animal shelters. Description: SCP-4808 is a recurring phenomenon affecting recently deceased human cadavers1. The cadaver will be replaced with a specimen of Canis familiarus2, designated SCP-4808-1. In all cases observed, SCP-4808-1 is a non-anomalous, healthy dog of average age. However, all specimens of SCP-4808-1 thus catalogued have been of breeds with blue, thick coats. Additional Notes: Demographic data of the 309 recorded subjects of SCP-4808 have revealed certain patterns, listed below. 81% of subjects are unmarried. 93% of subjects do not have children. 95% of subjects are described as "introverted." 85% of subjects make yearly salaries of less than $30,000. 70% of subjects are unemployed. 51% of subjects have some kind of disability that makes it difficult to find employment. 89% of subjects die from old age or another age-related malady. 34% of subjects have one or more failed suicides in their history. 96% of subjects either dropped out of or failed secondary schooling or college. 98% report feeling unfulfilled in their lives 100% are reported to have called their lives "a joke" at some point on social media. 100% are mildly allergic to dogs. Addendum: Incident Report PoI-32813 was found dead in their home due to self-termination by hanging. An instance of SCP-4808-1 appeared; however, its throat was slit and the specimen was dead. Investigation of PoI-3281's apartment found several other suicide implements, all broken. PoI-3281's suicide note is as follows: It's all a joke, just a long, unfulfilling joke. The punchline isn't worth it. No matter what, it never will be. Why not just cut it short? If my entire life is a joke, it's not even a good one. Footnotes 1. SCP-4808 generally takes place between 20 and 80 hours after death. 2. Species name for the domestic dog 3. Legal name ████████ ████, had a known history of failed businesses, early employment terminations, and in one case, an attempted connection with GoI-9272 ("Potz Blitz"). Lack of employment often cited as a "lack of motivation" More by notgull More by notgull SCPs notgull's Proposal Rating: 586 SCP-3733 Rating: 378 SCP-3095 Rating: 358 SCP-4804 Rating: 280 SCP-4800 Rating: 278 SCP-2785 Rating: 278 SCP-4348 Rating: 257 SCP-4048 Rating: 205 SCP-4688 Rating: 196 SCP-3362 Rating: 186 SCP-579-J Rating: 186 SCP-5800 Rating: 182 SCP-4785 Rating: 176 SCP-3339 Rating: 165 SCP-3747 Rating: 164 SCP-4248 Rating: 160 SCP-4948 Rating: 156 SCP-199 Rating: 128 SCP-3296 Rating: 124 SCP-4800-J Rating: 120 SCP-7234 Rating: 119 SCP-4799 Rating: 119 SCP-3485 Rating: 110 SCP-5981 Rating: 107 SCP-4808 Rating: 103 SCP-3833 Rating: 95 SCP-3748 Rating: 93 SCP-4148 Rating: 88 SCP-5054 Rating: 87 SCP-5025 Rating: 86 SCP-1037 Rating: 77 SCP-093-J Rating: 74 SCP-1684 Rating: 68 SCP-5680 Rating: 64 SCP-4872 Rating: 62 SCP-3248 Rating: 60 SCP-6904 Rating: 58 SCP-5483 Rating: 37 SCP-6785 Rating: 34 SCP-4397 Rating: 30 Tales The Little Robot that Could Rating: 348 Join the Flock Rating: 166 The Siege of Site-19 Rating: 163 Tales of the Automaton: The Big Birdocalypse Rating: 143 Footage Recovered From a Private Server Rating: 115 Avian Anthology I Rating: 75 Moose on the Loose Rating: 74 My Empire of Birds Rating: 63 Document recovered from a Parallel Universe Rating: 59 Joey Fucknuts Steals The Declaration of Independence Rating: 58 Katz and Dogs Rating: 55 Your Guard Rating: 50 Vacation Opportunity Rating: 45 The Scent of a Toaster Rating: 33 Burn, Baby, Burn Rating: 29 Chasing Suns Rating: 27 Three Feet Under I Rating: 24 Wind in the Sails Rating: 23 The Shape of Water is Humanoid Rating: 23 Dead Reckoning Rating: 22 Three Feet Under II Rating: 22 Three Feet Under III Rating: 20 Forgotten Shrine Rating: 17 Down Through Rating: 16 Into the Beetle Black Yonder Rating: 16 Hyperfine Rating: 15 Don't Knock on Strange Doors Rating: 10 Other Researcher Calvin's Personnel File Rating: 91 Incident Report ████/████ Rating: 83 "Sphere" Incursion Log Rating: 52 Initial Incursion Log Rating: 50 "Cube" Incursion Log #1 Rating: 44 "Cube" Incursion Log #2 Rating: 44 SCP-093-J Recovered Documents Rating: 41 SCP-093-J Blue Test Rating: 39 SCP-093-J Purple Test Rating: 35 SCP-093-J Green Test Rating: 33 Exploration Log 4480-1 Rating: 22 See my Author Page for more information. If you like reading my stuff, consider checking out my YouTube Channel for SCP-inspired animations, among other things. |
SCP-4809 | keter | Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawler I/O–PRUDENCE has been tasked with finding and neutralizing any further instances of SCP-4809 and tagging all IP addresses that access any instances of SCP-4809 for further action. Existing instances of SCP-4809 are only accessible indirectly via models and renders generated by I/O-PRUDENCE. Foundation Medical Observation Unit (MOU) 279 has been retrofitted with another 400 beds to deal with current and future SCP-4809 victims. At time of writing, 174 of those beds are filled. Given the unclear pathophysiology of SCP-4809's effects, attempts to develop countermeasures and effective treatment have not yet been forthcoming. As such, all victims of SCP-4809 are to be treated according to standard Foundation Medical Protocol 716.574.1 SCP-4809 victims declared braindead are to be repurposed for other Foundation experiments per Ethics Committee ruling 45.387. Attempts to reinitiate communication with suspected sources of SCP-4809 (see Addenda) are underway, and will focus primarily on a greater understanding of SCP-4809 so as to attempt reversal. Families of SCP-4809 victims are to be administered amnestics and given a cover story regarding the death of their loved ones in a biological waste accident. Per communications with suspected sources of SCP-4809 (see Addendum 4809.02), each family is to receive payment for damages in the form of $19.2 million USD.2 Per current understanding of SCP-4809, this does not appear to have been a specific anomaly generated by the named celebrity in the original post. As such, further surveillance of said celebrity and future celebrities who may be targeted is no longer required. Additionally, given the self-limited nature of SCP-4809's effects and lack of further dissemination of the files, no further information suppression actions at this time are required. The original post containing the link to SCP-4809. Description: SCP-4809 is a series of cognitohazardous images of unclear origin which induce an immediate neurological reaction when viewed. This reaction is primarily coma, but some patients have immediately entered into a vegetative state, a state of brain death, or prolonged and invariably fatal status epilepticus3 refractory to treatment. Analysis by I/O-PRUDENCE and other constructs provided by the Cognitohazards Study Group indicates that SCP-4809 is a series of representations of a human female in various poses, composed of fractal imagery and impossible geometric structures and theorized to be a higher-dimensional representation of celebrity actress Scarlett Johannson. SCP-4809 first appeared on the social media website Reddit on 04/01/2021 as a link within a post on the r/pics subreddit (see prior photo). I/O-PRUDENCE registered the anomalous content within several minutes and immediately disabled link access, but the link had already been accessed by 243 IP addresses. As agents deployed to assess and quarantine the affected IP address owners, a trace of the IP address having made the post, followed up with GPS triangulation, indicated the signal had originated at a point approximately 3.2 kilometers above Naples, Florida. A second trace was attempted and unable to lock onto any signal. No further instances of SCP-4809 have been noted to date. Addendum 4809.01: Communication Related to SCP-4809 — Received 04/04/2021 On 04/04/2021, Head SCP-4809 Researcher Eltiaz received an email from a burner account: To: pcs.noitadnuof|zaitle.i#pcs.noitadnuof|zaitle.i From: moc.yawaworht|emwonktnoduoy#moc.yawaworht|emwonktnoduoy Subject: I MESSED UP OMG I AM SO SORRY. I think my [unintelligible]4 was set a dimension too low and I picked the wrong file to upload and it's all just wrong. I'll do my best to fix it! just give me a few of your days and maybe I can whip something up… — [unintelligible]5 Addendum 4809.02: Communication Related to SCP-4809 — Received 04/05/2021 On 04/05/2021, Dr. Eltiaz received another email from an untraceable account. The body of this email read as follows: To: pcs.noitadnuof|zaitle.i#pcs.noitadnuof|zaitle.i From: pcs.noitadnuof|zaitle.i#pcs.noitadnuof|zaitle.i Subject: Our Sincerest Apologies To whom this may concern: We apologize deeply for the recent aberration that has resulted in injury to your people. Rest assured the perpetrator has been disciplined and his recycling date has been accelerated. An account has been made available in order to pay reparations to the affected humans (please see account information attached). Per our legal code, please pay each family an amount equivalent to the lifetime worth of a citizen of your wealthiest political body. Thank you for your cooperation in this matter, and please convey our sincerest apologies to the affected. — [unintelligible]6 Footnotes 1. "Protocol for the Treatment of Vegetative State secondary to Cognitohazards of Unknown Origin, with Unclear Reversibility". 2. Approximate lifetime value of a Qatari citizen. 3. Operationally defined as greater than 5 minutes of continuous seizures, or two or more seizures with incomplete recovery of consciousness between seizure events. 4. This was rendered as an alphanumeric string 7,485 characters long. Presumably meant to represent a communications device. Presumed to be unintentional — possibly a failure of a translation software. 5. An alphanumeric string 57,194 characters long. 6. An alphanumeric string 34,192 characters long. |
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