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SCP-4810 | keter | 4/4810 LEVEL 4/4810 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4810 Special Containment Procedures: Containment Area-49 has been constructed on-site surrounding SCP-4810-A. Direct physical access to SCP-4810-A is restricted to members of ATF Omicron-77. Any organism belonging to an unknown and heretofore undiscovered species located within a .01 .10 .25 km radius of Containment Area-49 is to be captured and moved to long-term containment for categorization and further study. SCP-4810-1, SCP-4810-2, and SCP-4810-3 are contained within Chamber-77 at Containment Area-49. Applied Task Force Omicron-77 ("All the King's Horses and all the King's Men") are tasked with the oversight and attempted reintegration of SCPs-4810-1, -2, and -3. No manner of flora is to be brought into Chamber-77. ▼ Containment Procedures for SCP-4810-1 ▲ Hide Containment Procedures SCP-4810-1 is contained within a steel crate suspended above a container of 98% hydroflouric acid within an isolated vacuum tube. Negative pressure within the tube is maintained in order to quickly and directly draw all created detritus into the acid. ▼ Containment Procedures for SCP-4810-2 ▲ Hide Containment Procedures All instances of SCP-4810-2 are to remain in a tank containing a nutrient-rich water-based solution. Handling of instances of SCP-4810-2 are to be conducted gently, utilizing protective latex gloves. No personnel are to remain within direct or indirect physical contact with any instance of SCP-4810-2 for more than 60 seconds in any 48 hour period. Any personnel exhibiting symptoms of extreme paranoia, symptoms consistent with Tuberculosis, or whom have been witnessed expelling insects while coughing are to be quarantined within a Containment Area-49 solitary confinement cell for treatment and study. ▼ Containment Procedures for SCP-4810-3 ▲ Hide Containment Procedures SCP-4810-3 is to be continuously monitored by EEG Electroencephalogram in order to detect fluctuations which could indicate the reemergence of vital functions. SCP-4810-3 is to remain attached to Ο-77 modified intravenous blood transfusion apparatus. SCP-4810-3 is to be supplied with 125 cc's of Type-O human blood and 775 cc's of deer blood every 24 hours. SCP-4810-4 is located within the cellar of SCP-4810-A. The cellar door was found locked upon discovery, and is to remain locked until such time that ATF Omicron-77 indicates SCPs 4810-1, -2, and -3 have undergone a successful reintegration and are ready to integrate with SCP-4810-4. Description: SCP-4810-A is a wooden hunting lodge located within the Tefé National Forest in Juruá, Brazil. The structure is in a significant state of disrepair, and portions have been overgrown with a statistically overbiodiverse array of flora. SCP-4810-A is infested with a high concentration of non-anomalous arthropods, primarily arachnids, though a significant amount of centipedes, wasps, and many other venomous insects have been reported. Over 43% of arthropods recovered from SCP-4810-A are of multiple undiscovered species. Continued categorization of arthropods emerging from SCP-4810-A is ongoing. ▼ SCP-4810-1 Object Description ▲ Hide Object Description SCP-4810-1 is a large white animal fur rug recovered from SCP-4810-A. Object is patterned with small sections of blue fur which shift constantly at a rate of roughly .2 cm/sec. The patterns produced by these areas of blue fur have been reported as "disturbing" and "unsettling" by firsthand witnesses. SCP-4810-1 generates a wide variety of arthropod-like organisms from an unknown location; such creatures are first recorded crawling out from within the object's fur. Object generates roughly .1 kg of such biomass per hour. All specimens produced by SCP-4810-1 have displayed predatory traits and utilized venom in their bites and stings. ▼ SCP-4810-2 Object Description ▲ Hide Object Description SCP-4810-2 is the designation given to a collection of 326 animal bones, superficially similar in appearance to the skeletons of organisms in the Cervidae family, which were recovered from SCP-4810-A. Living organisms exposed to any instance of SCP-4810-2 display rapid mutational growth during cell division at an increased rate directly proportional to the distance between the organism and the instance or instances of SCP-4810-2. Extended contact with SCP-4810-2 instances may result in the manifestation of living, unidentified arthropods within the subject's lungs, stomach, or in open locations in the chest cavity. Complete immersion in water has been found to significantly reduce the distance at which the effects of SCP-4810-2 become apparent. ▼ SCP-4810-3 Object Description ▲ Hide Object Description SCP-4810-3 is the taxidermied head of an unidentified animal resembling a large Sika deer (Cervus nippon). The object's white fur displays blue patterns similar to those appearing on SCP-4810-1. SCP-4810-3 induces rapid and unstable genetic mutations to flora within its gaze. Some of these mutations include, but are not limited to: the production of poisonous sap, the intake of oxygen and the release of carbon dioxide, and the discharge of rapidly-growing parasitic spores which give off the same effect as SCP-4810-3 to flora it attaches to. ▼ SCP-4810-4 Object Description ▲ Hide Object Description SCP-4810-4 is a mass of flesh and muscle tissue located within the cellar of SCP-4810-A. Due to the severity of SCP-4810-A's infestation, further analysis of SCP-4810-4 has been suspended. Addendum 4810.1 - ATF O-77 Exploration: Upon the discovery of SCP-4810-A, ATF Omicron-77 was dispatched to the area with the intent of further investigation of possible anomalous properties. The following is the incident log transcripted by research personnel of Containment Area-49. ▼ SCP-4810-A Exploration Log ▲ Hide Exploration Log [BEGIN LOG] [The footage begins in a dense forest during light rainfall. The camera is attached to the helmet of Om-1 who is surrounded by three other ATF operatives.] Om-1: Call out. Om-1, reporting. Om-2: Om-2, reporting. Om-3: Om-3, reporting. Om-4: Om-4, reporting. Om-1: Alright, let's head out. Move in. [Task force begins to head in the direction of the reported anomalous phenomena. Agent movement continues for approximately thirty-seven seconds before a loud crunch is heard.] Om-2: What in— Om-1: It’s just leaves. Keep moving. Om-4: Sorry to break it to you, but it is most certainly not just leaves. [Om-1 looks down at the ground below Om-2 to spot an unusually large centipede which is clearly deceased. A large portion of its body has been crushed and an unnaturally-colored liquid substance leaked out of the crushed portion.] Om-2: Christ, that’s disgusting. Om-1: Keep moving. [A portion of irrelevant dialogue has been removed. Fast forward forty-one seconds. The task force is advancing towards the reported location.] [A large swooping sound accompanied by hissing is heard from above Om-1 before the sound abruptly halts.] Om-3: Contact! That thing was huge. Above us, in the treeline. [All agents raise their weapons, looking up into the treeline. No movement or abnormal objects are seen.] Om-1: What was that? Om-3: I don’t know. Some kinda… centipede? But the damn thing had wings half as big as me. Om-1: Copy. Let’s keep moving. [The task force advances once again. No dialogue nor any significant events occur until a partially-obstructed building with a main portion and two wings, one extending from each side, comes into view. The units crouch down and aim their weapons at the building.] Om-1: That’s our target. Scan for movement. Om-4: It… it looks like the whole thing is moving. Om-2: What? Om-4: The walls of the building. They’re shifting or something. [The headcam of Om-1 enhances focus on the building to reveal portions which appear to be in movement, shifting autonomously from its surrounding portions.] Om-1: That's… not the wall moving. [Om-1 quickly holsters his weapon, taking out a flare which he lights and throws it at the wall of the building. The flare bounces off the wall as multiple arachnid and insectoid entities fall off onto the ground. The flare improves the visibility of the building, showing the source of the movement to be a thick swarm of arachnids and insectoids.] Om-2: Oh, my god, I think I’m going to vomit. Om-1: We’re not here to be scared of the damn thing because it’s covered in spiders or centipedes or whatever the hell those things are. We’re here to get in, survey for anomalies, and get out. Let’s make this as quick and efficient as possible. Om-2: I don’t— Om-1: Listen. If you want to stay right outside, then be my fucking guest. But you’re only making it harder for the rest of us to complete the mission. So I’d suggest you grow some balls and come in with us. Om-2: [Hesitantly] Alright. Sorry. Om-1: Don’t apologize. Let’s move. [Om-1 takes out his primary weapon once more and lights another flare before approaching the right side of the wall. As the agents move, the swarm parts away from the light, creating a path of visibility. Om-1 soon spots a door to the building.] Om-1: Stack up. [The agents proceed to the door utilizing standard breaching procedure, concluding with the agents kick down the door, entering the building. A thick, loudly buzzing swarm of flying insects emerges from the breach, obscuring camera feed for 6 seconds before dispersing to the point that audio and video feed are coherent.] Om-2: Fuc— [Retching.] Om-1: What the hell… [Interior walls are crawling with a thick layer of various arachnids and insectoids. Units slowly enter, with the swarm continuing to part around the flare light. Two hallways lead to the eastern and western wings. A staircase to the basement is visible.] Om-1: Alright, team, western wing first. Remain on me. [Units proceed down the western corridor for several seconds before a hissing noise is briefly audible over the buzzing. Om-4, who is at the back of the line turns sharply towards the basement staircase.] Om-4: The hell? You guys heard that right? That voice? Om-3: Voice? No, just these damn buzzing wings. Om-1: Keep moving, and keep your ears open if you hear it again. [Units continue to the western wing, passing an infested washroom and supply closet before arriving at an open room with six chairs, four of which have heavily infested corpses resting on them. As Om-1 nears the center of the room, a thick mass of insects infesting an animal skin rug fails to withdraw from the flare light.] Om-2: They don't wanna get off the rug? The rest of 'em don't seem to like light very much, what's up with these ones? [Om-1 approaches the rug, allowing for sharper camera focus and revealing a near-constant stream of arthropods emerging from and withdrawing from the rug.] Om-1: Oh hell, they just keep coming out of it. Om-2, crate this up and get it outside. Om-3: We've got something else. This body's chest is humming. [Camera feed turns to take in Om-3, nearing one of the corpses seated in a chair, reaching out and resting his hand on the body's upper chest before pulling a carved bone amulet from the corpse's neck. A winged insect resembling a large wasp partially emerges from the body's mouth.] Om-3: It's like a… I dunno, it feels like there's a whole damn hive inside him. Om-1: Careful not to disturb them. Om-3, light a flare and collect any other occult curiosities they collected in here. Om-4, you're with me. [Om-1 and Om-4 return down the hallway towards the main lobby towards the eastern wing, passing through the main lobby. An audible hissing noise is heard briefly over the background hum.] Om-4: There it is again. It's definitely coming from the basement. Om-1: Light a flare and hold position here, keep listening, see if you can make any sense of it. I'll continue investigating the east wing. [Camera feed continues down the eastern hallway, passing several taxidermied heads mounted to the wall. Arthropod infestation begins to thin during the final approach to the eastern wing, giving way to a carpet of thick kudzu-like plant overgrowth. Multiple dead arthropods are visible within the plant growth.] [Om-1 coughs lightly, stepping onto the overgrowth and into the trophy room. Several corpses are visible entwined with the thick plant growth. Camera feed moves to take in the taxidermied head of a Sika deer with blue patterned fur, the patterns of which can be observed to shift slowly. Om-1 can be heard to cough more violently, causing camera feed to shake.] [Om-1 moves towards the taxidermied head and struggles to remove it from the wall. Wheezing and nauseous groaning become audible, as Om-1 succeeds in dismounting the head, dropping to the ground alongside it, his breathing shallow and punctuated by wheezing. One minute and eighteen seconds elapse in this manner before footsteps can be heard approaching from the hallway along with faint flare light.] Om-4: [Distant, approaching.] I went ahead and peeked down in the basement. Bugs are real thick down there, weren't scared of the light. Lots of millipedes. Kept sounding like something was calling out to me from inside, but I couldn't get a look inside, just managed a peek through this small hatch built into the door. Looked like some kind of wet meat, pulsing, like a heart. Bigass centipede lunged at me and I swear the fucker said my name, I think we shou… Sarge? [Om-4 rushes into frame, lifting Om-1 over their shoulder and standing, coughing lightly as he withdraws with Om-1 from the room. Om-4: Team, withdraw! Something's in the air in here, Om-1 is down. Get out of here, now! Afterword: Omicron-77 retrieved anomalies later identified as SCP-4810-1 and 79 separate instances of SCP-4810-2. Om-1 diagnosed and treated for acute carbon monoxide poisoning. Om-2, 3, and 4 subsequently returned to SCP-4810-A with self-contained respiration systems and collected remaining listed anomalies, along with the attached journal. SCP-4810-4 is successfully contained within SCP-4810-A. It is the official recommendation of ATF Omicron-77 that it should remain in such state until the nature of the anomaly is more fully understood. Addendum 4810.2 - Recovered Journals: The following is a transcript of a personal journal recovered in the main lobby of SCP-4810-A. Transcripts are in the same order as the pages within the journal. ▼ Show Journal Entries ▲ Hide Journal Entries 1 It’s almost the anniversary of one hundred years of the Hunt, and we’re gonna fucking celebrate it. The spirit of the Hunt is stronger than ever, and spirit is all we need in order to do an impossible task. And so today marks the day towards our journey to do the impossible. The Board of the Highest Huntsmen has officially decided that, this year, our collective goal is to go after something that was previously considered a myth. Mother Nature. Or so they call it. It’s been seen by very few; it’s said to walk the grounds of Portugal in its deepest forests and its highest mountain ranges. It travels all the time, but never near civilization, probably why we’ve never seen it. It’s responsible for the environment around us, always has been. That’s how the story goes. Mother Nature looks like a deer with the whitest coat of fur in the world and golden, shimmering antlers longer than any kind that the world has seen. Its fur is covered in blue markings that constantly shift, almost like sentient tattoos; one for each journey it has completed. We’re going to hang its head on the wall of Lodge One, in the name of the Hunt. There’s only one big problem, really; not only is it responsible for the environment, but it controls it, too. It can detect anything biological from five kilometers away, so there’s no way in hell that we’re getting anywhere close to it. At least, that's what people say. We don't know for sure. The Board is making plans to counteract its abilities. She’s a tough one, Mother Nature. But the Hunt is tougher. 2 The Strategists have come up with a plan to be able to get Mother Nature in our own hands. After some talking with the Board, everybody's come to the same conclusion: it detects living things. And so, paratechnology is our best friend once again. We're going to lay out some traps all throughout the forest. It's going to take a long time, but the Strategists know what they're doing. They have that position for a reason, after all. I trust in them, and I think the rest of us trust in them, too. UPDATE - The Strategists showed me some of their prototypes, and they're looking like they're going to get the job done without even breaking a sweat. Electric nets, force-field barrier traps, and tons of other things. I'm telling you, the Strategists know how to get shit done. We're going to go and set up the traps around the forest over the next few weeks. It'll be a bit until I get the chance to update on this, since I'm going to be embarking on the journey and helping out with the installation. Long live the Hunt. 3 The Strategists and some other people (myself included) just finished setting up all of the traps they've developed. It's been a few weeks since the last entry, we had a lot of forest to cover. The plan, for the most part, is to spread out our hunters and have a certain group set to a certain trap. We've got a lot of people here. Like I said, it's easily going to be the biggest thing the Club has ever aimed to obtain. We've done mermaids, golems, we've hunted luscious flora, but we've never done something as powerful and graceful as this. Its head will fit perfectly on our wall by the time that we are finished. We're placing bets on which trap is going to get it. I'd be willing to bet that it's going to be one of the barriers we set up, because it seems like that's the one that the Strategists put the most effort into. Either way, we'll find out soon. 4 We got it. We actually captured Mother Nature. It was by one of the streams— the one we got that mermaid in that one time, actually— by one of the advanced parasnares. Its leg got caught and, by god did it give a fight. Wind kicked up, practically a storm on the spot. Birds and things were going crazy. But all the might of nature can't overcome the ingenuity of man. It was legendary. She was so much larger than we expected, easily standing at— I don't know, but it was much taller than any of us. Her antlers shimmered in the sunlight. And we put a bullet in its neck and watched as it bled out, whimpering for help. The Hunt shows no mercy. The only thing that was heard was cheering. I still can't believe that we actually managed to do it, it's incredible! We finally managed to catch something powerful, something any ordinary person with a gun would be able to do. UPDATE - We're bringing it back to the lodge now. The Board's deciding how we're going to split up its parts and decorate Lodge One with our success. We're drinking tonight. In the name of the Hunt! 5 The Board had all of it decided and we've split them up to where the decision makers wanted them, but things just don't feel right anymore. It doesn't feel as rewarding as it did when we first accomplished our goal. It just seems like a very neutral objective that we've completed and the only payoff is some shifting animal skins and some bones. We keep finding more and more bugs both in and outside of the facility. They like to hide in the new rug. I didn't even know this many centipedes and… whatever those are lived near these parts. UPDATE - Something like a centipede-spider-wasp hybrid bit Raul about an hour ago. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he started screaming loud as any of us had ever heard. Before any of us could even get to him, he dropped dead, there on the spot. The bug died shortly after. We've got some people on pest control for now. I don't know what's going on, but we need to be a lot more careful now. Maybe we didn't think this through. 6 More people are dying around me in horrible, gruesome ways. People have bugs crawling out of every orifice at this point, and I think I feel something crawling in my ear. I can't get it out. The bugs are swarming the corpses now, eating them instantly and then retreating around Mother Nature's spread-out corpse. Anybody who gets close at this point is eaten alive. They aren't happy, I can feel it. The wasps are making nests within people's chests. The spiders are taking the deepest bites into people's necks and taking chunks of flesh with them. It's like a brown recluse but it's instant; all of the flesh and the rotting and the infection comes almost instantly. UPDATE - I just looked into the eyes of nature's mounted head and I can't help but wonder… were they looking back? What have we done? We didn't kill her. We just made her scared. And mad. 7 Everyone else is gone. Dead, or run deep into the jungle to die, torn apart from within. Not me. Not me. I can feel one inside me now, can feel its hundred legs curling tightly 'round my innards. Maybe it's soothing in there. It must be, warm and dark as it is. Maybe… just maybe it's making her feel safe. I can feel its heart beating. It's still scared, thrashing, hurting. I'm going to the cellar to rest, to have some quiet. The Amazonian Hind SCP International Contest {$next-title} ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4810" by DrCaroll and Gabriel Jade, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4810. 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-4811 | safe | Item #: SCP-4811 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4811 is to be stored in a secure locker. SCP-4811 may only be removed from its container with prior permission from at least two Level 3 personnel. Subjects exposed to SCP-4811 must be kept within Foundation custody until expiration. Affected subjects are permitted to request termination. Such requests must be approved by site administration. Description: SCP-4811 is a knurled aluminum cylinder measuring approximately 30 centimeters in length with a diameter of 5 centimeters, weighing approximately 1.6 kg. One end of SCP-4811 is capped with a black glass disk which rests flush within SCP-4811's aluminum housing. The other end of SCP-4811 has the words "Instant Mirror! From The Factory" etched in Monospace font one centimeter in height. Towards the center of SCP-4811 is a toggle button used to activate and deactivate SCP-4811. There is currently no known way of examining the interior of SCP-4811 without damaging the device. SCP-4811 is sealed, preventing the use of acoustic visualization techniques. SCP-4811's aluminum housing is not invulnerable, but breaching SCP-4811 is inadvisable (see incident I-4811-01). When active, SCP-4811 will produce a cone of darkness with no penumbra. The cone extends to a maximum distance of 100 meters before terminating in a black circle. No known light source is capable of penetrating this effect. Materials falling within SCP-4811's cone of darkness develop a mirror-like finish capable of reflecting all wavelengths of the electromagnetic spectrum from all angles of incidence. Reflection efficiency is 100% for all wavelengths. The means of accomplishing this effect are currently unknown. Directing SCP-4811's cone of darkness towards a living entity results in SCP-4811's mirror effect being applied to the entity's tissue. All skin blemishes within the affected area are removed. Entities with hair, or fur will undergo extreme hair loss due to the effects of SCP-4811. Afterwards, follicle growth will not be possible. SCP-4811's mirror effect fully penetrates living entities on both proximal and distal sides. No physical pain is induced due to exposure to SCP-4811. New cells grown within the area of effect maintain a mirrored appearance, making the effect permanent for the lifetime of the exposed subject. The biological process or processes sustaining SCP-4811's effect is unknown. SCP-4811's mirror effect may cause vitamin D deficiency within diurnal subjects as subject's skin will no longer be capable of absorbing sunlight due to the skin's new reflective nature. Similarly, plant life requiring photosynthesis will eventually die after exposure to SCP-4811 as all sunlight is reflected. Living entities with eyes will be blinded if SCP-4811's effect envelops their eyes, as all visible light will be reflected. The Foundation has found no way of reversing SCP-4811's effect on any material. Research has discovered SCP-4811's cone of darkness is not a projection of energy, but instead a projection of an energy absorbing void. This void appears to act as an aperture to a dimension filled with an undetermined amount of electromagnetic radiation. The dimension has been designated SCP-4811-2. Only energy, and energetic matter can travel from our dimension to SCP-4811-2 via SCP-4811's cone of darkness. Inorganic and organic materials exposed to SCP-4811's cone of darkness without a certain level of energy do not travel to SCP-4811-2, and are instead subject to SCP-4811's mirror effect. Per incident I-4811-01, researchers attempting to harness energy from SCP-4811-2 are ordered to immediately halt all testing. Discovery: SCP-4811 was discovered in a bargain bin at a small thrift store in [REDACTED]. A civilian mistook SCP-4811 for a flashlight and purchased the device. Later the civilian activated SCP-4811 while searching for his dog around his home. Believing the device was malfunctioning he attempted to peer into SCP-4811 while the device was active, and was blinded. Local authorities and emergency medical responders were called. Foundation agents in the area were notified and stepped in, taking possession of SCP-4811 and detaining the civilian at Site 19 indefinitely. All emergency responders were administered amnestics. In order to maintain secrecy, the area surrounding the civilian's home affected by SCP-4811 was destroyed to remove all traces of the effect. Addendum A-4811-01: Test Log of SCP-4811's Effect + Open Test Log - Close Test Log Test 4811-01: Reflectivity of SCP-4811 Effect Researcher(s): Dr Cotton Date: 2015/01/05 Materials: 2x2 meter mirror with aluminum backing. Test Record: Mirror was brought into the testing area. SCP-4811 was directed towards the mirror and activated for one (1) second. The cone of darkness was not reflected from the mirror. The area of mirror exposed to SCP-4811 was found to be more reflective than unaffected portions of the mirror. Test 4811-02: Materials Test Researcher(s): Dr Cotton Date: 2015/01/20 Materials: Two (2) millimeter thick, 1x1 meter samples sheets of the following materials: steel, cotton, plastic, rubber. Tools to affix material to testing area wall. Test Record: Materials were affixed to testing area wall. SCP-4811 activated while directed towards wall for one (1) second before deactivation. All materials became mirrored on the side facing SCP-4811 and the side facing testing area wall. The portion of the test area's wall covered by materials was affected, as were the portions of the testing area wall not covered by materials. Test 4811-03-01: Partial Unprotected Exposure Researcher(s): Dr Cotton Date: 2015/01/26 Materials: One (1) D-class personnel. One (1) security officer. D-class personnel and security officer entered the testing area with SCP-4811. D-class personnel was instructed to lift and hold her right arm rigid. Security officer directed SCP-4811 at D-class' right arm and activated the device for one (1) second. D-class personnel's arm became reflective on all sides. While D-class was psychologically distraught for a period of time she was physically unharmed. Blood samples were drawn every other day from D-class over the following thirty (30) days. This revealed a proportional mixture of non anomalous blood cells, and anomalous reflective blood cells which resembled mercury but otherwise behaved normally. It is likely the D-class' bone marrow is producing reflective blood cells. Test 4811-03-02: Full Unprotected Exposure Researcher(s): Dr Cotton Date: 2015/02/01 Materials: One (1) D-class personnel. One (1) security officer. Test Record: D-class personnel and security officer entered the testing area with SCP-4811. D-class was instructed to close his eyes. SCP-4811 was directed by security personnel towards D-class and activated for one (1) second enveloping D-class' head. D-class' head was fully affected, taking on a mirror finish. D-class was blinded by exposure to SCP-4811 despite having closed his eyes. Subject became belligerent over his loss of sight, and attempted to assault the nearby security officer by sound. Subject was terminated via security officer's firearm. Autopsy showed all underlying dermis, tissues, organs, and bones were mirrored throughout the D-class head. Autopsy noted a lower temperature in the cadaver than expected given time of termination. Note: It appears each activation of SCP-4811 has resulted in a drop of ambient temperature within the testing area. It's not much, but it is quantifiable. Requesting help, an assistant could mitigate insufficient analysis of testing data. - Dr Cotton Test 4811-03-03: Protected Exposure Researcher(s): Dr Cotton, Research Assistant Li Date: 2015/02/20 Materials: One (1) D-class personnel. One (1) security officer. One (1) full body rubber suit capable of covering the wearer head to toe, fitted to D-class personnel. Rubber suit must be capable of being perfectly sealed. Rubber suit must have strengthened glass face plate allowing subject visibility. Test Record: D-class personnel and security officer entered the testing area with SCP-4811 and full body rubber suit. D-4811-2 instructed to dress himself in full body suit. After doing so, D-class was instructed to face security officer. SCP-4811 was directed by security personnel towards D-class personnel and activated for one (1) second, entirely enveloping the D-class subject. The entire rubber body suit took on a mirrored appearance, including rubber suit's glass face plate. Body suit's temperature was reduced by 1 degrees celsius. D-class subject's body was unchanged in any way by SCP-4811's mirror effect. D-4811-2 was escorted back to holding cell. After a two (2) week observation period it was concluded D-4811-2 tissues were unaffected by exposure to SCP-4811. Note: This test strengthens our theory that SCP-4811's field is a void of energy- or at least some form of energy not capable of penetrating glass or rubber. - Dr Cotton Test 4811-04: Light Absorption Test Researcher(s): Dr Cotton, Research Assistant Li Date: 2015/02/29 Materials: Three (3) lasers having five (5) milliwatts of power. Three (3) light sensors. Test Record: The three (3) lasers were mounted on testing area wall with one (1) meter between each laser. Opposite these lasers were mounted light sensors. All lasers activated. Sensors verified as receiving laser signal. SCP-4811 was positioned so that its cone of darkness would pass perpendicular to lasers and sensors. SCP-4811 was activated for five (5) seconds. Sensors received no signal from lasers within this duration. Test 4811-05: Electricity Absorption Researcher(s): Dr Cotton, Research Assistant Li Date: 2015/03/15 Materials: One (1) steel plate measuring 30x30x2 centimeters. Two (2) insulated 18 gauge copper cables two (2) meters in length with copper clamps. One (1) voltmeter. Test Record: The steel plate was placed within the center of testing area. Four (4) centimeters of both insulated copper cables were stripped and attached to the steel plate via copper clamps. One cable was then supplied 120 volts of electricity. Voltmeter measured 120 volts on second copper cable, verifying metal plate was conducting electricity between the cables. SCP-4811 was directed at metal plate and activated for ten (10) seconds. During activation of SCP-4811 the voltmeter registered no voltage. After deactivation of SCP-4811 it was discovered the steel plate was missing entirely, as were the exposed ends of the copper cabling and copper clamps. Test 4811-05-01: Remote Exploration of SCP-4811-2 Researcher(s): Dr Cotton, Research Assistant Li Date: 2015/03/20 Materials: One (1) remotely operated drone with GPS tracking, camera, and microphone. Drone should be modified to allow electrical shock directing energy away from sensitive electronics. Two (2) insulated 18 gauge copper cables two (2) meters in length with copper clamps. One (1) voltmeter. Test Record: Drone placed within the center of testing area. Four (4) centimeters of both insulated copper cables were stripped and attached to drones external structure. One cable was then supplied 120 volts of electricity. Voltmeter measured 120 volts on second copper cable, verifying drone was conducting electricity between the cables. The drone's camera feed, microphone feed, and GPS signal all verified functioning at this time. SCP-4811 was directed at drone and activated for two (2) minutes. During activation of SCP-4811 the voltmeter registered no voltage. All signals from drone ceased during these two minutes. Upon deactivation of SCP-4811 drone was missing and was not recovered. Test 4811-05-02: Manual Exploration of SCP-4811-2 Researcher(s): Dr Cotton, Research Assistant Li Date: 2015/03/28 Materials: One (1) security officer. One (1) D-class personnel. One (1) full body rubber suit covered in metal mesh, made to fit to supplied D-class personnel. One (1) body harness capable of withstanding 1,000 kilograms of force. One (1) gas powered winch capable of pulling 900 kilograms. One (1) steel cable 1,000 meters in length, to be wound on winch. One (1) GPS tracking device to be attached to body harness. One (1) camera with microphone, to be attached to body harness. Test Record: Winch was bolted into concrete floor of testing area. Security officer led D-class personnel to center of testing area. D-class changed into rubber suit. Body harness harness attached to rubber suit. 50 meters of cable unwound from winch and attached to body harness. Wire mesh of rubber suit was then electrified. A final check of GPS, and audio/video feed was confirmed functioning as expected. SCP-4811 was directed at D-class personnel and activated. Audio/video feed was immediately lost, as was GPS signal. The cable still retained tension, and continued to slowly unwind into SCP-4811's aperture. This was taken as proof D-class personnel was alive. Twenty (20) minutes were permitted before the winch was engaged to retrieve D-class personnel. D-class personnel was successfully retrieved from SCP-4811-2. D-class personnel succumbed to radiation poisoning five (5) days after retrieval from SCP-4811-2. See interview IV-4811-01. Interview IV-4811-01: Transcription of Audio Log discussing SCP-4811-2 + Open Interview Log - Close Interview Log <Begin Log> Dr Cotton: Hello, D-1024. How are you feeling today? D-1024: (clearing throat) I've had better days. Pretty tired. Dr Cotton: I appreciate your cooperation, I'll try to keep this brief. We're here to discuss your exploration of SCP-4811-2. Please describe what happened once you stepped into the void. D-1024: First off, you need a better get up besides a damn rubber suit. Can't breathe in that thing, traps heat like an oven. Got me walking around like some kind of gimp. Dr Cotton: Noted, D-1024. Now the void please? D-1024: (sighing) Alright. First there was darkness. It felt like I was plunging headfirst off a diving board, you know? Kind of a lifting in my chest, then a cold sensation. Then nothing. I couldn't feel the floor, I couldn't move. Only lasted a few seconds, but I'll never forget it. Dr Cotton: And then? D-1024: I felt something solid beneath me finally. At the same time my comms started blasting full volume in my ear, just static. About left me deaf. I tried getting you guys on comms but the radio was dead. Same with the video feed. I tried pulling the battery but it started sparking. I left the equipment there. Dr Cotton: We were unable to reach you as well, no response on any channels. There was too much interference. D-1024: Also the audio seemed off somehow once I removed the earpiece. Like too quiet. My footsteps hardly made noise. Everything was muffled. I didn't hear anything the whole time but myself and that equipment frying itself. Dr Cotton: And what about the cable? Did it remain attached? D-1024: (coughs) Yeah, it was wild. It trailed behind me and just vanished in mid-air. I guess back to you guys. Dr Cotton: That's correct. And next? D-1024: Ok. Well, I walked along in darkness. Couldn't see a damn thing. Could hardly feel anything either in that suit. I think I was in a tunnel of some kind. It was so hot in there, the whole time it was hot. More than the suit would account for. I saw a bright light ahead and moved towards it. (laughing humorlessly) Tacky, right? Don't think that didn't freak me out. Dr Cotton: And what was the source of the light? D-1024: It was a mirror. Just a big space, flat as a saucer, shining bright. It felt sort of spongy though. More like dirt than metal. The sky was black like it was night out there, but without stars. And there were… lightning strikes, I guess? That's the best way to describe them. They were coming from these green swirling patterns in the sky onto that flat space constantly. But no clouds, no thunder, you know? I've never seen lightning without thunder. That lightning was causing all the light. Dr Cotton: Did you observe any plants or animals within SCP-4811-2? D-1024: (racking coughing for several seconds) Dr Cotton: Do you need a break, D-1024? D-1024: (Breathing raggedly) No, let's get this over with. No there were no animals, no plants either. None that I saw, anyway. There were just these large towers everywhere. They were mirrored as well. I don't think the lightning was striking them. Dr Cotton: Did these towers appear constructed or natural? Did there seem to be a purpose to the towers? D-1024: Nothing about that place was natural. Those towers were too evenly placed to be natural, but no, there didn't seem to be- (coughing resumes for several seconds) Dr Cotton: Are you able to continue, D-1024? D-1024: (wheezing, collapses into floor) Dr Cotton: I need medical in here, please! <End Log> Closing Statement: D-1024 was coughing blood during the interview due to severe radiation poisoning, ostensibly occurring within SCP-4811-2. As D-1024 never regained consciousness, a follow-up interview was not possible. Incident I-4811-01 + Open Incident Log - Close Incident Log Date: 2015/04/16 Preamble: Dr Cotton performed a test to harness energy from SCP-4811-2. Within Site 19's offsite large testing area (200x200 meters), a nine (9) meter electrified lightning rod was erected. 5:00 PM : Dr Cotton and Research Assistant Li review test procedures to assure all details are understood. 5:30 PM : Lightning rod is erected and electrified. Testing initiated. 5:35 PM : SCP-4811 is placed on a mount directed towards lightning rod. SCP-4811 activated. 5:36 PM : Voltmeter measures 1,000 volts. 5:50 PM : Voltmeter measures an increase to 3,000 volts. Research Assistant Li informs Dr Cotton of a 5 degrees Celsius temperature drop in the testing area. Dr Cotton instructs her to continue the test. 6:00 PM : Voltmeter climbs to 10,000 volts. Research Assistant Li notes temperature in testing area has dropped another 5 degrees Celsius. This is acknowledged by Dr Cotton. 6:01 PM : SCP-4811's beam of darkness expands several centimeters. Dr Cotton notes this in his test log but fails to communicate his observation with Research Assistant Li. 6:03 PM : SCP-4811's beam rapidly widens approximately a full meter. Research Assistant Li is alarmed and requests to terminate testing. Dr Cotton rejects her request. Voltmeter registers 20,000 volts at this time. 6:05 PM : SCP-4811's beam abruptly widens to encompass the entire testing area, including Research Assistant Li and Dr Cotton. 6:06 PM : In an effort to suppress SCP-4811's beam expansion, Dr Cotton reports he managed to flip the emergency kill switch. This terminates the power supply to the lightning rod, removing it from SCP-4811-2 and effectively severing power draw from SCP-4811-2. 6:06 PM : SCP-4811's beam immediately expands further to encompass most of testing facility, spreading well beyond the walls of the large testing area before collapsing to standard beam width. Conclusion: The majority of Site 19's offsite testing facility's floors, walls, ceiling, and utility infrastructure needed complete removal and replacement due to the mirror effects of SCP-4811 as individuals experienced difficulty navigating the mirrored corridors. All electrical equipment enveloped within SCP-4811's effect during this incident was irrecoverable due to being transported to SCP-4811-2. Including Dr Cotton and Research Assistant Li, a total of 114 Site 19 personnel present within the testing facility were blinded and left with mirrored bodies as a result of this incident. Most affected personnel have requested termination. Those who have not will be given time to acclimate, and placed into positions in which sight is nonessential. Both Dr Cotton and Research Assistant Li requested termination citing guilt over the incident. Both requests are under review. Note: I'm certain drawing power from SCP-4811-2 caused a feedback loop. The more power we drew, the larger SCP-4811's beam grew, which allowed us to draw more power. This effect grew exponentially until we terminated power draw. The termination of this feedback loop released a final burst of energy resulting in the rapid expansion of SCP-4811's beam. - Dr Cotton ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4811" by wam3483, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4811. 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-4812 | esoteric-class | SCP-4812 - Wrath ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 4/4812 Classified Unauthorized access is forbidden. 4812 Item#: 4812 Level4 Containment Class: see below Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Pictured (L to R): Entrance to SCP-4812-S's containment area (500m checkpoint) / SCP-4812-E's containment vault at Site-80 / Early file image of SCP-4812-K being pursued by Soviet jet fighters Designation Memorandum: Due to the unique nature of SCP-4812-S, -E, and -K’s relationship, a single object designation is used to denote the three entities as a group. However, each are considered their own individual anomalies, and are described within this file as such. Classification Memorandum 9/2018: Due to the unique nature of of SCP-4812-S, -E, and -K, each entity has been assigned an individual containment class. SCP-4812-S: Safe1 SCP-4812-E: Euclid2 SCP-4812-K: Keter3 ███-████-█: SEE ADDENDUM 4812.4. Updated Containment Memorandum: Per Foundation Protocol 2513.99, the ongoing containment of SCP-4812 has been transferred to the jurisdiction of Project PARAGON. All other extant containment procedures remain in place. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4812-S: SCP-4812-S is contained at its location of discovery. The entrance to the cave containing SCP-4812-S is to be sealed by three maximum-security vault doors. Entrance to SCP-4812-S’s site of containment is forbidden to any individuals without proper credentials. Under no circumstances should SCP-4812-S be exposed to any amount of light. SCP-4812-S is to be interacted with only by members of the fully-blind MTF Vestus-12 "Northern Star". Under no circumstances should SCP-4812-S be exposed to either SCP-4812-E or SCP-4812-K. SCP-4812-E: SCP-4812-E is contained within a thermally controlled vault at Site-80. Due to the nature of SCP-4812-E’s anomalous capabilities, its containment chamber must be kept at a constant 1,400°C. SCP-4812-E itself is contained within a tank of molten iron. Direct maintenance of SCP-4812-E’s containment chamber must take place outside of the cell due to the intense heat within. Special remote drones equipped with hafnium-carbide exteriors are to be used in maintaining the interior of SCP-4812-E’s containment cell. A drop in internal temperature of more than 50°C must be considered a breach of containment. Under no circumstances should SCP-4812-E be exposed to either SCP-4812-S or SCP-4812-K. SCP-4812-K: SCP-4812-K is currently uncontained. Due to the location and nature of SCP-4812-K, it is unlikely that its existence will be exposed, but caution must be taken in ensuring that any information pertaining to the entity is suppressed. Foundation information security assets are to monitor web traffic for any images, accounts, or recordings of SCP-4812-K. Further research into the nature of SCP-4812-K is required to prevent additional exposure should the entity present itself on Earth once again. Under no circumstances should SCP-4812-K be exposed to SCP-4812-S and SCP-4812-E. Victim of SCP-4812-S, recovered from within the subterranean cavern the entity was discovered in. Due to the condition of the skeleton, it is likely the victim died over three-hundred years ago. Description: SCP-4812 is the group designation for three anomalous entities, SCP-4812-S, -E, and -K, and a series of recovered documents (SCP-4812-1) that describe them. SCP-4812-S - CLOSE DATA FILE SCP-4812-S is a large, amorphous entity located in a subterranean cavern near Alès, France. SCP-4812-S is attached to the walls of its cavern by a large number of long, adhesive-covered appendages that extend out of the main mass of the entity. Similar appendages cover SCP-4812-S’s entire body, though the majority are curled and tucked up to its central mass. Each of the appendages, and indeed SCP-4812-S’s entire body, is covered in fine, hydrophobic hair. SCP-4812-S is a Class-XIII visual hazard. Any living being that perceives SCP-4812-S visually will experience a violent biological reaction that is invariably fatal. Direct visual perception of SCP-4812-S is akin to exposure of the eyes, brain, and nervous system to an extremely caustic acid. The effect of SCP-4812-S is immediate and cannot be avoided once exposed. Victims will experience severe pain, bleeding through the skin and orifices, paralysis, asphyxiation, and eventually, death. The effect persists across all visual media, as images and video recordings of SCP-4812 will carry the same effect, though slightly less immediate and violent. Due to the nature of SCP-4812-S, it is unknown what the entity’s true appearance is. Individuals interacting with SCP-4812-S must do so in total darkness and wearing airtight suits, as even the minute and imperceptible amount of light naturally emitted by human beings is enough to trigger the effect of SCP-4812-S. It is unknown how light interacts with the surface of SCP-4812-S, as any individual who has looked at it for any amount of time has already died. Even the hairs on SCP-4812-S’s body, when shaved off and exposed to light, create a similar albeit lessened effect4 as the main body of the entity. SCP-4812-S’s ability is contained by darkness, as humans are capable of interacting with the entity if they cannot perceive it visually. Beyond being an extreme anomalous visual hazard, SCP-4812-S is otherwise immobile and does not appear to react to touch or noise. SCP-4812-S’s body is composed of organic matter, though spectral analysis has not been possible due to the nature of SCP-4812-S’s anomalous makeup. It is believed that SCP-4812-S’s tendril-like appendages extend deep into the earth around the cavern in which it is contained, though proper analysis of this has been difficult. SCP-4812-E - CLOSE DATA FILE SCP-4812-E is a large humanoid (~15m in height) entity composed primarily of platinum with traces of tungsten and other metallic compounds. SCP-4812-E’s features are vaguely skeletal in appearance, though when in containment they are not visible due to the effect of high temperature on its metallic body. SCP-4812-E is a near-perfect heatsink; the temperature of its body when uncontained maintains a constant 0.0000000031K. SCP-4812-E does not experience thermal exchange; instead of acting in a way that would eventually reach thermal equilibrium, SCP-4812-E absorbs energy at a net loss to its surroundings. The rate at which this occurs is extremely rapid, and SCP-4812-E is capable of reducing a 10m x 10m x 10m containment cell at room temperature to near absolute zero in roughly sixteen seconds. Due to this, SCP-4812-E is continuously surrounded by an opaque field of frozen air and water and its true appearance is impossible to see unless exposed to high temperatures. Exposure to SCP-4812-E is nearly invariably lethal; subjects that are exposed to SCP-4812-E usually succumb in seconds as the temperature of the air around them plummets and the water within their bodies freezes. Even heavily insulated protective suits will only allow the wearer moments of protection from the effects of exposure. SCP-4812-E’s effect may be mitigated, however, by exposure to extreme heat. While SCP-4812-E’s effect is rapid when uncontained, if exposed to extremely high temperatures SCP-4812-E’s effect weakens substantially. This has made SCP-4812-E containable, so long as the entity is contained under constant high temperatures. SCP-4812-K - CLOSE DATA FILE SCP-4812-K is a massive, silver winged insectoid bearing similarities to both stag beetles and scorpions. SCP-4812-K is roughly 180m in length, with six appendages (the forward two leading to large pincers) and a long, segmented tail ending in a pointed, serrated barb. However, in place of insectoid mouth and eyes, SCP-4812-K has the face of a man no larger than that of a typical human male5. SCP-4812-K has four wings that extend out of its back, and its entire body is covered in a thick, highly reflective biological chitin. SCP-4812-K spends the overwhelming majority of its time in the upper stratosphere, where it rarely moves in any perceptible way except to flap its wings to maintain altitude. The existence of SCP-4812-K was not realized until the discovery of SCP-4812-1, due in part to SCP-4812-K’s near-invisibility6 and its high rate of speed as it travels. SCP-4812-K routinely reaches speeds in excess of 800 km/h. SCP-4812-K does not respond to attempts to communicate with it, and will engage vehicles that draw too close to it (within roughly 700m). Several attempts have been made to secure SCP-4812-K in order to move it to a containment cell - however, all attempts have thus far failed. Fighter jets and remote assault drones have been able to keep pace with the entity, but are easily incapacitated by the entity’s raw physical strength and size. Additionally, no weaponry used on SCP-4812-K to date has been able to damage it in any perceptible way. On the contrary, anything that strikes the entity seemingly rebounds with the same kinetic energy as it did on approach, leading researchers to believe that SCP-4812-K is, in some way, a near-perfect reflector. Addendum 4812.1: Contents of SCP-4812-1 SCP-4812-1 is a series of recovered documents and artifacts recovered from a collection of anomalous items previously held by Dutch collector Markus de Wees before his death. This collection, given the name “The Connington Set7”, contains the following items: Sixteen coins of various shapes and sizes, none of which account for any known denomination of currency, Five papyrus scrolls, Egyptian in origin, that appear to be ancient star maps. Analysis of these maps indicate that there were once notes written in the margins - however, these notes have been bleached out and are no longer decipherable. Three large tomes bound in leather-wrapped hardwood, penned in German, full of what appear to be archaic coordinates. One of the books also marks changes in temperature. These books were seemingly written over the course of many years. A brass spyglass with a cracked crystal lense. A piece of the cracked lense is missing. Looking through the spyglass, several small, ornate mechanisms are visible within. However, they appear to have been damaged in the past and are no longer functional. A thick burlap sack that apparently contains at least three more consecutive burlap sacks with a thick, gelatinous mass at its center. Looking at this sack tends to make subjects feel ill and suffer from a slight burning sensation behind the eyes. A pair of glasses with iron frames and solid iron lenses. One of the lenses is damaged. When worn by human subjects, a slight glow is visible through the iron lenses when looking at the burlap sack. A thin circlet made of gold and platinum. Has three prongs situated around the entire ring, two of which appear to have been broken off near the base. The third contains a small glass sphere that is warm to the touch. A journal written by Winston J. Connington. Contains depictions of all three SCP-4812 entities and the personal research of Dr. Connington himself. SCP-4812-1 scrolls on display as part of a Marshall, Carter and Dark exhibition in Berlin. Of the three tomes containing coordinates, the second has a short section written in Italian by, presumably, a different author than the rest of the tome8. The beginning of the section is a list of names and dates, with an orthodox dating system; many of the dates are written with another number beside the year, such as "1343 [89]" listed next to the name "Tornold of Yire". After the list of names comes a section where the author appears to have been listing notes to include in the longer section that comes afterwards. The translated text of the longer section is available below: ACCESS DATA FILE - CLOSE DATA FILE Of all of those old kingdoms and empires whose names were lost to the passing of time or the cruel mechanisms of their enemies, perhaps none is greater or spoken with more respect than that of the great House of Apollyon, the Sky Kings of Old Europ. The first of those great kings, Harrian I von Apollyon, is said to have descended from the blood of the King of Crimson Skies (often called Asem - the First Man), a legendary figure in the writings of the three Archmaesters of King Richard the Lionheart's court. The sky- The text cuts off abruptly here, but continues in the next paragraph. A mark is made at the end of that line, as if to note it for revision. The Sky Kings are said to have ruled Old Europ for a hundred generations. Though they faced opposition from the Daeva to the east and those faithful to the iron god in the south, their kingdom never faltered and their conquests were fruitful. It was the conquered foes of the House of Apollyon who first named the King Idus I von Apollyon "Sky King", for it was said his reach extended past the bounds of the earth and into the heavens above. However, over time came also complacency. In the 890th year of their rule, the Sky King Sarrus VIII von Apollyon is said to have grown bored with ruling and demanded a conquest of another, greater realm beyond their own. In his arrogance he looked past the lands of man and towards those across the sea, where the Fair Folk were said to live. The Sky King boarded his ships and with the largest army ever assembled, drove with fury across the waves towards the continent to the west. The Fair Folk, consumed with their own conflicts with the emergent power of the Children of the Moon to their south, did not expect the arrival of Apollyon and were consumed in a fortnight, their people scattered and their nobility stripped down and mutilated, in accordance with the customs of the conquerors. Only a single survivor of the brutality, a fae princess, was brought back in iron chains across the sea to suffer further horrors. The princess, though, had no intentions of arriving on the far shores of Ole Europ. As the King's fleet passed the great Eye of the Sea, she cast a wicked and wild spell upon the House of Apollyon, and the Sky King in particular. As a storm came upon them and brought many men and ships to the bottom of the sea, the princess prayed to an old and nameless god for vengeance upon her captors. Legend says the princess' iron chains caught fire and burned the King's flagship to cinders, and that Sarrus VIII himself was dragged into the deep by those same chains as he tried to throw them overboard. The fleet, however, did return to Old Europ, where the young Sarrus IX von Apollyon now ruled his father's kingdom. As retribution for the curse the princess had cast upon his father, Sarrus IX threw the princess into a dungeon deep beneath the earth and buried it, leaving her to rot eternally in the darkness. Afterwards, as a bulwark against the dark magics of the Fair Folk that his father's conquest may have brought upon his house, Sarrus IX appointed four great knights to defend his kingdom. They were La Hire the Fierce, Lancelot the Conqueror, Hector the Stalwart and Ogier the Faithful. But the princess The text ends here, and no additional continuation of this narrative has yet been discovered. While many of the others items are generally unremarkable, of particular interest to researchers is the journal of Dr. Connington. The majority of the text in the journal is written in a cipher, with very few sections (usually small notes that are not relevant to the rest of the text) that are written in German. A few short sections have been translated, due to a section of the cipher being inscribed on the inside of one of the larger tomes. The text contained therein has been translated and is available below: ACCESS DATA FILE - CLOSE DATA FILE The archivist of that great house named the first of the great profanities in the "Sixth Chapters of the Reign of the King Sarrus IX von Apollyon" when he wrote, Sorrowful was the Sky King Apollyon when the voice of the Enemy Beneath the Earth spoke to the souls of his knights, and he did banish them each. The long night settled over his kingdom and the winter winds came from the east - but Hector did not answer. Down from the far darkness came the Vinuvinex, what they called the Profane Restrictor, the first of the great profanities. The Vinuvinex cast a cold hand across the King's only daughter, and in her youth and weakness she did die. The King took upon him the Godless Lance and came down to the Vinuvinex, and with nothing but the Mammoth's Hide between him and the infinite cold drove that sacred spear into the Vinuvinex and put it into the flaming heart of the Earth. The star maps vexed me, but tracing them in the sky and following the movement of the star that cannot be seen I caught but for a moment a glimpse of the face of the one that La Hire had called the Profane Adamant. The text does not name it but the Daeva to the east had a name for that star, what they called the Lamenellant, or "The King of Many Faces". Three accounts of the Orator Magister of the Daeva king describe the Lamenellant, the Profane Adamant in the tongue of the great house, appearing as if from a space beyond spaces to the kingdom's ruination. He writes the following: "The binders of blood made empty pacts with empty gods against the hollow Lamenellant, and they were cut down. The singers of songs had their voices pulled from their throats, and the legions of their twilight armies broke first their spears against the Lamenellant's hide, and then their bodies." "And when they had been ground into dust beneath the Profane Adamant's clattering steps, it took their faces and returned to the skies." Of note - the author here sometimes writes the name "Lancelot" when it seems as if "Lamenellant" would be more appropriate. This may be a mistake or mistranslation. The last of the profanities that lay upon the doom of the House of Apollyon was one with no depiction in any text, save for a black smear. This was the king of horrors, the Profane Dark, the one that festered in the Enemy's grave until it soaked through the earth and burst forth like a fetid tide. The curse on the Sky King's lips as it pulled him into the void called this great terror YASH, the last foe of man. Without La Hire's sword, Lancelot's mace, Hector's spear, or Ogier's faith, the full might of the sullen sorrow was brought to bear on Apollyon's broken heart, which shattered with his ruined kingdom. "Wrath," he spoke. "Wrath. Wrath. Wrath." I have seen the face of the Lamenellant, though only for a moment, and know of the fiery chasm in which the Vinuvinex seethes. But I dare not seek out YASH, the Profane Dark. The last scroll of the "Writings of Caiman of Sicil" says, "but the eyes of YASH offer no release into death, only the winding roads of torment that lead to the puller of eyes and sharpener of spines, where no man returns and no voices are heard. The Castle of Fire, the King of Crimson Skies, the Reaper of Dreams flee from the eyes of YASH, the last scream of the nameless folk beyond the sea. Men scream out and are silenced. The light of the sun invites order to the most fundamental nature of this world and the YASH abhors it." "Wrath. Wrath. Wrath." Addendum 4812.2: Containment of SCP-4812 Entities SCP-4812-K being engaged by Global Occult Coalition defense systems. SCP-4812-K has been known to the Foundation since 1964, when it was confused for an experimental US air vehicle while crossing over the northern USSR. After being engaged by Soviet fighters over the Chukchi Sea, SCP-4812-K rapidly ascended to stratospheric heights and disappeared from sight entirely. Shortly thereafter, the entity re-engaged the fighters at high speeds, quickly destroying them. Since then, SCP-4812-K has only been detected on a handful of occasions, usually while passing low enough to be detected visually due to distortions caused by light reflecting against its chitinous exterior. Notably, SCP-4812-K appears to follow a vague path, often passing over the containment sites of both SCP-4812-S and SCP-4812-E, as well as the ██████ ██████ █████████ ███████ ███████ in ██████, ███████████ [SEE ADDENDUM 4812.4]. The significance of this is not known [SEE ADDENDUM 4812.4]. SCP-4812-E's travel path shortly after discovery. SCP-4812-E was discovered shortly after the acquisition of SCP-4812-1, when a Foundation discovery team investigating a set of coordinates noted in the third tome discovered a thermal anomaly beneath a lake near ██████-███, ███████. Further investigation of this site disturbed the earth and opened a small fissure beneath the lake, which drained lakewater into the opening. Shortly afterwards, the site experienced a significant drop in temperature as SCP-4812-E, which had previously been trapped in a thermal vent beneath the lake, ascended to the surface. The discovery team immediately evacuated the site, and MTF Ark-11 "Light Em Up" was scrambled to the site to engage the SCP-4812-E entity. However, due to the rapidly falling temperatures and increasingly dangerous atmospheric conditions being generated at the site, MTF Ark-11 was forced to maintain distance and use long-range artillery weapons to impede the progress of SCP-4812-E as it marched towards the nearest population center. After several hours of shelling over 8km of land, SCP-4812-E was finally contained when a controlled gas explosion was generated near the entity, followed by an immediate drop of molten slag over it by a remote carrier drone. The slag-covered SCP-4812-E was moved into a mobile electromagnetic kiln and transported to the thermal control DEEPWELL vault at Site-80. SCP-4812-S was included in the notes of Foundation Administrator Frederick Williams as a location of interest, and has been at least vaguely understood since the formation of Foundation-precursor occult investigation groups. Prior to Foundation involvement, it was not known that SCP-4812-S was an entity at all - instead, many groups believed that the cave itself was hazardous to travelers, as none who entered were ever heard from again. Addendum 4812.3: SCP-4812-K Hostile Activity On June 9th, 2002, three months after the discovery and containment of SCP-4812-E, SCP-4812-K was observed diverting from its anticipated path towards an area in the North Sea. A Foundation carrier division was diverted to the area, where SCP-4812-K had engaged with a Global Occult Coalition transport ship. The entity, which was unfazed by the conventional weaponry on-board the GOC vessel, appeared to be attempting to breach the exterior of the ship. Of note - SCP-4812-K had not ever previously been observed making this sort of unprovoked hostile action, especially at such a low altitude. The Foundation carrier group immediately engaged the entity, and after a short skirmish drove it away from the transport ship. The Foundation carrier group offered assistance to the GOC vessel, but this assistance was denied and the vessel continued on its course north. Satellite imagery showed the vessel docking in a previously undisclosed port in northern Norway. This incident corresponded with two other events involving SCP-4812-E and SCP-4812-S. Throughout the skirmish with SCP-4812-K, SCP-4812-E became increasingly active within its containment vessel, at one point necessitating the activation of previously untested technology to further increase the temperature within the DEEPWELL vault to stabilize the entity. At the same time, several tremors were felt near the SCP-4812-S site, and seismographs of the area revealed that a large portion of the cave system had collapsed. Later observation of the site indicates that SCP-4812-S has since moved upwards no less than 70m. Addendum 4812.4: Secure Correspondence NOTE: THE FOLLOWING DATA ENTRY IS LEVEL 4/4812 CLASSIFIED WITH RESTRICTIONS. APPROPRIATE CLEARANCES ARE REQUIRED TO ACCESS THIS DATA FILE. ACCESS DATA FILE - CLOSE DATA FILE The following secure transmission was received by Operative Intelligence Command at Site-88 after the events described in Addendum 4812.3. The message was received under the identification credentials of Global Occult Coalition Commander Daniela Met. SECURE TRANSMISSION - DO NOT DISSEMINATE Global Occult Coalition Central Command NOTICE: By the authority of the United Nations Security Council and the Global Occult Coalition, you are hereby forbidden from further involvement into any supernatural activity involving three specific paranormal entities: GC-92201 (CODENAME: MARS): a massive, winged, scorpioid entity with a metallic exterior. GC-92202 (CODENAME: PLUTO): a large, human-like entity that dramatically alters the total energy of the system directly surrounding it. GC-92203 (CODENAME: EROS): a small, partially mummified, vaguely human-like entity currently in possession of GLOBAL OCCULT COALITION TASKFORCE OMNI-045.9 Based on information recovered by our agents, it is likely that you have the PLUTO entity in containment at one of your facilities. You are instructed to immediately make all efforts to destroy this entity beyond its ability to self-repair or regenerate. As directed by the SKY-KING DIRECTIVE, you are to also turn over any information you may have regarding this entity, and either of the other two entities described above. ATTACHED: Memorandum of Intent from GOC Commander Met I figure you're at least somewhat aware of the circumstances involved here. It's likely you were the ones who ran off with Connington's estate, so you have pieces that we don't have. Chances are that goes the other way too, since nobody has come asking for what we found in the Archduke's vault. I think it's also probably likely that you were the ones who dug up PLUTO, and now you've got him stashed somewhere hot. That's good, but there are more steps we need to take now. I applaud you for staying ahead of the curve so far. From what we've read, PLUTO is a son-of-a-bitch. I wouldn't want to be the one to figure out how to fit him in a box. Here's the long and short of it. The big flying guy, the one we call MARS - we all know the Russians were the first to find it when it knocked those birds out of the sky back in the sixties. What you might not know is that they managed to get a tracker around it, a communicator, and we've been able to watch where it's going for the last few years. It's looking for something. The way we figure, there are three of these things, right? They called them "profanities". You have one, now we have one, and MARS is the third. But the writings we recovered say it's looking for something else. It's looking for whoever cursed these things into existence. Now, it found PLUTO when you dug it out of the ground, so that's one. Our EROS10 it found when we accidentally unearthed it a few years ago as well, so there's two. It's the third, and now it's just looking for the boss. We've been keeping an eye on it for the last few months, and it seems to be favoring some place in France. If you don't have people searching under every rock out there to find this thing, you need to. We do. Our records say it's some sort of woman, somewhere underground. We thought it might've been EROS at first, but the thing we dug up is too small to be a human woman. The physiology is all wrong, too. Anyway, we need to make sure that MARS doesn't find this control entity. We think we can hurt it if we kill EROS, and you might be able to do the same if you kill PLUTO. They're all connected, we figure - at least, that's what the literature implies. EROS really has been a bitch to try and kill though, so if you have any ideas there we're willing to listen. You should do the same with yours. It's strange, though, isn't it? MARS coming down like that to get at EROS. I wonder why it never did that with PLUTO? And why does it keep circling those fields in France? -MET Addendum 4812.5: Internal Memo + ACCESS DATA FILE - CLOSE DATA FILE We've confirmed what we feared. They don't know it, but they've found her. We have teams currently en route to the SCP-4812-S site. We're going to dump fifty meters of lead and concrete on top of it - it's going to be your job to find a way to shoot that thing out of the sky. Get to work. -Lament Footnotes 1. Pending further evaluation. 2. As of 08/20/2003. 3. Pending evaluation, as SCP-4812-K is currently uncontained. 4. Exposure to the hairs under light typically results in severe nausea, hallucinations, and swelling of the eyes and brain. While this is not necessarily fatal if exposure is limited and the subject is given immediate medical attention, this exposure is still extremely dangerous and nearly always results in death. 5. As such, SCP-4812-K’s face is dwarfed by the rest of its body. 6. Due to the reflective silver chitin its body is composed of and the fact that SCP-4812-K produces no heat and does not reflect sound. 7. Likely named after 18th century English archaeologist and occultist Winston J. Connington, whose research led Foundation agents to the discovery of SCP-2254, SCP-████, SCP-████, and SCP-████. 8. The second tome is believed to be the only tome that has a single author. 9. The SCP-4812 research team does not believe that this is one of the three entities described in SCP-4812-1. 10. This entity, if it exists at all, is not SCP-4812-S, -E, or -K. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4812" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4812. 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SCP-4813 | thaumiel | 4/4813 LEVEL 4/4813 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4813 Thaumiel Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4813 is serving as an experimental field use weapon, used in engagements where standard combat procedures fail. Agents are only permitted to wield SCP-4813 if they possess therapeutic training, heightened mental hazard resistance thresholds, and abnormally low emphatic responses. Psychological profiles on Researcher ███████ █████ will be provided if these requirements are met. Researcher ███████ █████ has been relieved of all Metaphysics Department and Foundation duties, and is currently residing in an on-site residential suite. No explanation for these actions has been provided.1 Interaction with Researcher ███████ █████ is to be kept to a minimum by all personnel. Automated systems are to provide all necessary medical assistance. Under no circumstances is Researcher ███████ █████ to be made aware of SCP-4813. Description: SCP-4813 is the weaponized self-worth of Researcher ███████ █████. The conceptualization of SCP-4813 by a sapient subject results in the anomaly manifesting in the subject's immediate vicinity, taking the form of a metaphysical semi-corporeal construct. This is visualized as a human hand in a finger gun gesture, translucent with images of a clear sky suspended inside. Despite its structure, the construct can still be wielded as a normal handheld pistol. Firing the construct releases a luminescent projectile resembling flower petals; the projectile dissipates on contact with any solid material. Targets impacted by the projectile have a copy of Researcher ███████ █████'s self-worth implanted into them. The copy is non-weaponized. Events thereafter proceed as would be expected from the possession of Researcher ███████ █████'s self-worth. Subjects wielding SCP-4813 report periodically hearing an androgynous voice, speaking from an indeterminate source around them. All speech consists of brief statements, separated by pauses that typically last for several hours. Transcripts of select statements are provided below. It could be warmer today. Don't bring it up. Did they get the letter yet? It's been a while. What's the trick to repairs again? Can't remember. Have I lost my edge? I've lost my edge. Sorry, I wasn't paying attention to what you were saying. I know. Sorry. Letter was too incoherent. Hope it didn't get there. Probably did get there, though. I can deal. Sky was pretty today. This week was fine. It wasn't. I was. Seeing so many flowers this time of year is always pleasant. Don't make me think about this. I could ask about going outside again, but no. No point in being a bother. Don't make me think about it. Make me think about it. Think about it. What's the point in thinking if I loop regardless? I wasn't thinking. Don't think about it. If the world was recorded I'd be the one person who fails to stand still when the pause button is pressed. It could be colder today. Since the establishment of current containment procedures regarding Researcher ███████ █████, the efficacy of SCP-4813 has continually increased. Footnotes 1. Reports on metaphysical contamination of the cerebral cortex and initial SCP-4813 manifestations are available to personnel with Lv3/4813 clearance. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4813" by NatVoltaic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4813. 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-4814 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4814 Special Containment Procedures: The area around SCP-4814-1 through SCP-4814-9 has been surrounded with vegetation and tall trees for the purposes of low-maintenance and inconspicuous concealment. A two-meter-tall electrified fence has been erected around the orchard and farmhouse (designated as Provisional Site-309), to deter unwanted entry from civilians and wild animals. Trespassers that bypass this measure are to be subdued non-lethally and questioned before routine release procedures are enacted. A patrol team of four are to be stationed at Provisional Site-309 to aid in these tasks. SCP-4814 are to be fed a 4000kcal diet daily. They are to be given basic amenities and care, such as warm dressing during cold outdoor temperatures and weekly wellness evaluations.1 A medical and personal health team of six are to be stationed at Provisional Site-309 to aid in these tasks. Description: SCP-4814 is the collective designation for nine trees, designated as SCP-4814-1 through SCP-4814-9, that are biologically similar to standard human women in all manners except form. Each is approximately two meters in diameter and six meters tall. Radiography confirms the presence of functioning human organs, some instances possessing multiples of each. Each instance has varying skin tones, eye colors, and hair colors. Orifices can be found in excess and on different parts of the body: mouths and anuses tend to be along the trunk while nostrils, ear canals, and genitalia are found along the branches. SCP-4814 are unable to speak, despite possessing the necessary organs. SCP-4814 respond to outside stimulus and are capable of slight movement. They are able to twist their trunks and stretch their branches with little stress, though they cannot uproot themselves or swing their limbs. Testing has shown that attempts to do so are incredibly painful, as exhibited by groaning, bruising, and hyperventilation. Discovery: On September 1st, 2019, Foundation agents tailed a cargo van that had acted as a delivery vehicle for an Ambrose Restaurants steakhouse in Chicago, Illinois, for the dual-purpose of tracking the supplier and inhibiting the business location's ability to serve. In doing so, five locations were discovered to be involved in distribution of anomalous goods, including the farm housing SCP-4814. All suppliers were detained and their facilities seized by the Foundation. Investigation of the premise revealed that Owen Makson2 supplied several foodstuffs to the Ambrose location. After a brief background check, it became clear that Mr. Makson is a certified butcher. A letter was found within Mr. Makson's P.O. box, sent from an Ambrose staff member, the contents of which has been documented below. Owen, To put it frankly, we are putting an end to this partnership. Needless to say, the quality of your supply has been degrading. It is not because of its physical quality, per se; the meat is firm and juicy and by all means edible. It is much deeper than that. The problem lies within what's left after the butchering. Our Chicago location prides itself on its "flavors of the soul" selections, and the residual soul of this meat is tainted and dark and malicious, likely an attribute of the father (no offense). Killing them was the best choice. Putting them in the mouths of patrons should not have been an option. I recommend seeking professional help, Owen. This was a mistake and a line that shouldn't have been crossed; those women have it hard enough. Regards, Seidrew Jameson Addendum December 9th, 2019: SCP-4814-1, -3, -5, and -6 have recently become visibly engorged in their lowest branches. Similarly, SCP-4814-2 and -4 have formed large lumps along their trunks. These newfound abnormalities, in addition to previous symptoms of nausea and menstrual spotting, confirms that SCP-4814-1 through SCP-4814-6 are pregnant. Care for the objects is to be adjusted until all instances have given birth. Any further action is to be left to the discretion of the medical team stationed at Provisional Site-309. Footnotes 1. A complete list of all necessary duties can be found in Document 4814.2 2. Owner and caretaker of SCP-4814. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4814" by RockTeethMothEyes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4814. 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-4815 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-4815 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4815's remains are to be kept in containment locker #4805 at Site 12. Testing of SCP-4815's remains are not permitted in line with current humanoid EC protocols. Description: SCP-4815 is a 56 year old woman named Theresa Miller. SCP-4815 claims that in the future she will experience a temporal phenomenon which will allow her to telepathically communicate with herself at previous points in her life. SCP-4815 claims that the voice communicating with her is 85 years old. This voice, or the instance of SCP-4815 that exists in the future, is referred to as SCP-4815-1. SCP-4815 is capable of predicting events that she will experience, although this accuracy is entirely dependent on information that SCP-4815-1 has chosen to relay to her. SCP-4815 states that SCP-4815-1 is not always honest regarding events that will occur. SCP-4815 experiences behavioral and emotional difficulties relating to SCP-4815-1's influence, experiencing obsessive behaviors and thoughts stemming from severe anxiety. Information relayed to SCP-4815 from SCP-4815-1's is sometimes inaccurate or malicious. Further information and personal accounts can be found in the attached addenda. SCP-4815 claims to have heard this voice since early adolescence. SCP-4815 has otherwise lived an unremarkable life, only coming to the Foundation's attention after checking herself in to a local mental health center, and demonstrably proving her precognitive abilities to the medical staff [After which medical records in the area were parsed and containment protocols were enacted by staff at Site-18]. SCP-4815-1 is not known. SCP-4815 claims SCP-4815-1 is in a coma, or a place where "she's not awake". Related Materials: Written Accounts from Theresa Miller's Journal Show 4815-PE-1 Text Log Hide 2/25/2000 The Old Me I've been hearing from her since I was little. It seems like she doesn't ever shut up. She tells me what to do, where to go, how to get out of this and that. How I'm supposed to be, you know? I tell her that if I just did it my way it might turn out different, but she says she knows better since she already went through it. The longer I've been listening to her the less I think that's really true. I think it's a self fulfilling prophecy; if I hadn't heard from her I woulda' been fine, really. What she's doing, living vicariously. She fucked up at one point is what I think what it was. Not me. I don't think I'm really her, not really. When she tells me not to do something, it's because she didn't do it right the first time. I wised up to that quick. If she didn't do it the way I did, she's not me. I think I'm her second chance. If I ever run into this woman, if I really do hit 85… If I start seeing me back when I was young, then I'm going to lay down and die right there, or at least I hope you'll put me to sleep. 3/26/2002 Trust I was 19, I think. I was walking away from the bus stop. I hear tires screeching, some asshole cut around the bus and almost slammed headlong into a truck. Old Theresa told me to run, seconds before I heard the noise, and this dumb-ass flies past me into a streetlight. Clipped my arm on his mirror passenger side mirror. I had so many "near misses" that I wouldn't have gotten through without Old Theresa, and that's what really got me thinking about her. Seemed like every other week, there was my mortality lurking around the corner. No one is that unlucky, not in this part of the world, not even for me, not even in the neighborhood I grew up in would someone run into that kind of trouble so often. 1/15/2008 Agency I think everyone is going to hurt you, some people just aren't as good at it. I was my parents more than they were. I taught myself the basics. I didn't have much choice though. Old Theresa taught me because they didn't, I think. I heard a saying that you have to be the adult you needed when you were a kid, and I think she took that to heart. The problem is I never did it my way. I couldn't. Old Theresa will flood my head with noise if I don't think the right thing. I went to therapy. They teach you this technique where you can categorize thoughts, pick the ones that aren't of any use to you, and you can put them in a mental bin. Works for a lot of bad cases, lots of people go in wrecks and come out even. But me… I have an old woman flooding my head with noise, I have a sealed globe attached to my neck filled with swirling sound. I can't toss that out. She wakes me up when I'm sleeping. I hear her in my dreams free associating about what's happening. The stupid bitch. Have you ever heard of trepanning? I looked into it. 12/12/2012 Why I Haven't Won The Lottery If I am old Theresa, then old Theresa doesn't deserve the good life. She says that's a self fulfilling prophecy. The audacity. 1/29/2014 I Hate Old Theresa heard the voice “When she was younger”, and she still does. She’s just running out of creative ways to fuck with me. When I meet her I'm going to kill her. 5/12/2016 I'm going to meet her soon. Addendum A: SCP-4815 was considered a neutralized object as of 02/15/2017. On the morning of 12/15/2016 SCP-4815 experienced a psychotic episode and began attempting self injury. SCP-4815 was sedated up until this point, after which she passed due to natural causes. 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SCP-4816 | neutralized | Item Tag: SCP-4816 Special Containment Procedures: Several digital copies of SCP-4816 are securely stored within the Foundation database and are actively watched by embedded system bots. All other found digital copies of SCP-4816 have been erased. Several physical copies of SCP-4816 are stored within a secure containment locker at Site-19. Access to the digital and/or physical copies of SCP-4816 must be approved by a Level-3 Researcher. Description: SCP-4816 is a non-anomalous photo which displays a doorway and a white text phrase. SCP-4816 was previously capable of altering its contents, and altered to its current state on July 7th, 2018. SCP-4816 previously displayed PoI-6888 "kkrule"1, known member of GoI-5869 "Gamers Against Weed". Where SCP-4816 was photographed is currently unknown, but is believed to have been in a facility or private home. See Addendum 1 for further details. Addendum 1: When SCP-4816 was initially discovered, it was believed to posess anomalous properties. Following extensive research, however, SCP-4816 was deemed non-anomalous and briefly reclassified to a GoI artifact, though SCP documentation was kept for reference. Following this designation, a search was initiated across the United States on July 5th, 2018, utilizing field agents and Foundation webcrawlers, in search of PoI-6888 using SCP-4816 and several copies of it. 38 hours following initiation of the search, SCP-4816's contents were altered. SCP-4816 no longer showed PoI-6888 and had a white text phrase in his place. All digital and physical copies of SCP-4816 were equally altered. The national search was subsequently cancelled, and SCP-4816 was promptly reclassified "Safe". Following further research and several months of inactivity, however, SCP-4816 was given its current object class. SCP-4816 has not exhibited anomalous behavior since, and is being considered for a second reclassification. Addendum 2: SCP-4816 was initially discovered in a GoI-5869 chatroom by Foundation chatbots. The chat logs discussing SCP-4816 are documented below. Below is a log from a chatroom including all GoI-5869 members. kkrule: me irl :) + show block – hide block lesbian_gengar: LMAO DonDeLillo: you fucking idiot gaycopmp4: hot bluntfiend: Cool, man. jockjamsvol6: Nice pic @kkrule! Congrats on showers and clean clothes too. Is that a new phone? kkrule: thanks! yes i won it at contest and got a shower and hair cut so i wanted show everything off yknow bluntfiend: As long as you know what you're in for. I'm sure you'll manage, not gonna dad you. jockjamsvol6: What Jude said. Just be careful. I wouldn't have the guts to post selfies and risk privacy, but it's sweet you wanted to do it anyways for us! kkrule: is there a problem? gaycopmp4: not really, its fine kkrule: nice Below is a log from private messages between PoI-6888 and PoI-6894 "DonDeLillo"2. DonDeLillo: Hey listen up. kkrule: eyy Don! sorry i was busy gaming what is it DonDeLillo: so you clearly had no clue what jj and jude were talking about DonDeLillo: somehow I was the only one who could tell DonDeLillo: you do know the foundation has enough resources to pretty much watch every conversation we have, right? They have your photo now DonDeLillo: they’re probably looking for you as we speak DonDeLillo: Like they said its up to you, but I suggest you fix that shit you dumb fuck kkrule: OMG YOUR RIGHT! i didnt even think about that! kkrule: ok i fixed it. Thanks so much for looking out for me btw! i know ur always mean to me in chat but you really are a good caring person in the heart :) DonDeLillo: oh fuck you NEW MESSAGE, 00:23:16 LATER DonDeLillo: thanks Footnotes 1. "15. Current anomalous abilities are unknown. Youngest member of Gamers Against Weed. The only known anomaly that kkrule has created is SCP-2433. Professes to be straight-edge and is known to frequently play video games more than the other members. Competes in "underground video game tournaments" to make a living; monitoring of eSports tournaments across the United States is underway, but is to be considered low-priority." — GoI-5869 Dossier 2. "19. Believed to be one of the few members in GAW who are non-anomalous. Joined with opossum and tiedyeduck, and presumably knows them in-person. Dislikes kkrule greatly." — GoI-5869 Dossier |
SCP-4817 | euclid | Portrait of SCP-4817, presumably commissioned prior to it gaining any anomalous properties. Item №: SCP-4817 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4817 is contained in a combination stable/SHCC at Site-02, outfitted with supplies for the maintenance of equine health as well as various forms of audiovisual and textual media in French, English, and Polish. Interviews may be conducted by trained personnel during active periods. Description: SCP-4817 is an entity composed of the headless body of King Louis XVI of France fused to a white mare (Equus ferus caballus) through the skin on the underside of the legs. The entity is sentient but docile when in an inactive state, with both portions seemingly controlled by the equine section. The horse requires normal calorific intake but does not age, while the human section does not undergo normal biological processes. For various regular lengths of time throughout the year, SCP-4817 will enter an active period, spontaneously developing a head which detaches from the neck once fully grown (~15 minutes after initial development). The head (SCP-4817A) possesses full control over the human section of SCP-4817 and remains sapient and immortal for a set period of time before rapidly decomposing. Memories and experiences persist across developments of each SCP-4817A instance, of which there are currently eight. A list of instances is included below, along with their identities, periods of manifestation (mm-dd format), and notable traits. SCP-4817A1: Male, manifests for the duration of 01-01. Speaks a largely untranslated dialect of Proto-Celtic, acts consistently aggressively towards staff. Demonstrates equestrian prowess. SCP-4817A2: Female, refuses to elaborate on past. Manifests between 02-01 and 02-28. Disinterested in media, engages regularly in meditation. Requests alcohol frequently, which may be supplied by personnel in small doses. SCP-4817A3: Identifies as King Henry II of England, manifests between 03-01 and 04-31. Unable or unwilling to provide concrete details of the time period they supposedly lived in. Does not visually resemble known portraits of Henry II. SCP-4817A4: Identifies as Harvey Beaufort, manifests between 06-01 and 06-31. Known as a wealthy entrepreneur prior to disappearance in Paris, 1889. Body was recovered from river Seine around that time, with death ruled as an unsolved murder. Expresses requited romantic interest in Agent Robin Yalden — visitation rights between the two have been tentatively granted. SCP-4817A5: Identifies as King Louis XVI of France, manifests between 07-01 and 10-01. Aware of situation, states that it "got its money's worth" before Foundation containment. Spends time consuming media; expresses continued interest in modern music. SCP-4817A6: Former SCPF Researcher Woźniak, became SCP-4817A6 following an interaction with an unknown entity. Manifests between 10-29 and 11-19. Cooperative with Foundation staff, designated Class-E personnel. Reports inability to recall details of the SCP-4817A conversion process, or details of the entity he communicated with. Notably, Woźniak's personal bank account was emptied in its entirety following his conversion. SCP-4817A7: Identifies as Micheal Sallow, known American serial murderer (disappeared circa 1950). Manifests between 11-20 and 11-23. Refuses to engage with Foundation personnel, apparently under the impression that the Foundation is a branch of the American government. SCP-4817 is to be restrained while SCP-4817A7 is active, with head secured separately. SCP-4817A8: Unknown male, with poor dermal and dental health. Manifests for 8 seconds on 12-26. Vocalises continuously before decomposing. Addendum | SCP-4817 Interview Log 4817.05.023: Interviewed: SCP-4817A5 Interviewer: Doctor Alessandro Macro Note: SCP-4817A5 had manifested five days prior. Humanoid Interaction Protocol HIP-4817A5 was observed. < BEGIN LOG > Macro: Good afternoon, your majesty. (SCP-4817 turns around, holding SCP-4817A5 in its right hand.) SCP-4817A5: Coucou, garçon.. I was just about to play the new CD your coworkers got for me, but I do love good company. Macro: Thank you for allowing this audience, your majesty. SCP-4817A5: Of course. It gets lonely in here sometimes, heh. What did you want to ask from me? (SCP-4817 turns around, its equine section approaching a wine cabinet behind the two.) Macro: I- SCP-4817A5: Care for a drink? You can talk by the way, you have my attention. (Doctor Macro exhales sharply.) Macro: I am honoured by your offer, your excellency, but I cannot drink while working. SCP-4817A5: Ah, such is the tragedy of the common folk. Macro: Your majesty, last time we spoke, you mentioned you had 'gotten your money's worth' before we relocated you here. What did you mean by that? (SCP-4817 turns with a glass of wine in its left hand, which it nurses to SCP-4817A5 before speaking.) SCP-4817A5: Ah, yes… I remember that day. I'd like to apologise for the lashing I gave you. I had had quite a bit of wine, you see. (Doctor Macro clears his throat and looks away before continuing.) Macro: It, uh, it is forgiven, your majesty. SCP-4817A5: Wonderful! You are so kind. Now, I am sure you and your fellows have noticed the presence of… shall we say, one or two other notable individuals inhabiting my body, yes? Macro: Yes. SCP-4817A5: Well you see, each of them are charged a nominal fee to inhabit my body for a stretch, presumably returning to their own once their time is up. It allows some of my peers to experience kingship while I am away at my summer residence, you see. I do spend so much time there nowadays. I in turn was provided with a large payment up-front — to spend on wining and dining and such — and all involved found it to be an extremely satisfactory arrangement. The folks who set it up tell me I am a residence in high demand! Or at least, I was until I was… relocated. Macro: My condolences for lowering your property values. SCP-4817A5: It is not you who owes me an apology, garçon. And though this place is not as lovely as my dear Basilique royale de Saint-Denis, it does have its benefits. (SCP-4817 holds up its wine glass and SCP-4817A5 winks before nursing a large portion of the present wine.) Macro: Thank you. You know, I am curious, your majesty, who would I have to get in touch with if I wanted to set up my own body as a vacation home for others to use? SCP-4817A5: I mean you no offense, dear garçon, but are you sure? I don't know if you'd have many clients… But if you must satisfy your curiosity, I could refer to the one who set this all up for me. Macro: Do you have any idea how much their rates would be? I want to make sure I could afford it. (SCP-4817A5 frowns.) SCP-4817A5: Well… do you have any royal bloodline in you? Any amount will do, really, but the more purple your blood the more time you'll afford. If you've got that and a descendant, you're just about ready. Macro: I… don't believe I do? Wait, is that how Woźniak got in? SCP-4817A5: Shocking, I know! But as my aunt and father-in-law used to say, "There's a little Hapsburg in all of us!" Macro: Thank you, your majesty, you've really been of great help to me today. (Doctor Macro prepares to leave.) SCP-4817A5: Yes yes, of course. Before you leave, would you press the play button on the stereo? I find my hands are rather full. Macro: Can do. <END LOG> |
SCP-4818 | euclid | SCP-4818, I Need A Hero ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-4818 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4818 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment unit in the low-security wing of Site 17 with standard privileges and amenities, contingent on its continued cooperation and good behaviour. SCP-4818 is permitted to retain the graphic novel collection it accumulated prior to containment, and is allowed up to twelve active graphic novel subscriptions. In the event that SCP-4818 becomes hostile, it is to be subdued with the use of a four square meter sheet coated in commercially available vantablack paint, modified to be fired from a net launcher, and held within a completely dark containment cell after being searched for any light generating objects. SCP-4818's release may be authorized by Site 17's Head of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology, should their assessment deem the risk of further violence to be minimal. Multiple or severe hostile incidents will result in SCP-4818 being transferred to a more secure facility. SCP-4818 is to be regularly assessed by an attache from Mobile Task Force Alpha-9 "Last Hope", and is permitted to engage in its training assignments in designated areas. Description: SCP-4818 is an adolescent female of mixed European and Middle-Eastern descent. Any photons which make contact with SCP-4818's skin can be induced to form photonic molecules1. SCP-4818 can form and dissolve photonic matter at will, so long as it is exposed to light. Objects composed of this photonic matter possess a crystalline lattice structure and an appearance similar to luminescent faceted gems. The photonic matter SCP-4818 produces does not break, scratch, tear, or deform under stress like regular matter, however it does gradually shed photons until it has entirely dissipated. Physical shocks have been demonstrated to accelerate this deterioration. Photonic constructs typically fade at a rate of 100 lumens per hour, and dissipate completely upon reaching zero lumens. Applying approximately 1000 newtons of force to a photonic construct will also cause it to lose 100 lumens. SCP-4818 is capable of restoring, maintaining, or increasing the luminosity of photonic constructs by maintaining skin contact. At the time of recovery, SCP-4818 was only capable of generating small photonic jewels and figurines, as well as inflexible photonic armour over exposed skin. Selected Interviews: ▶ Selected Interview 4818/Valdez #1: ▼ Selected Interview 4818/Valdez # 1: Site 17 Initial Interview Interviewer: Researcher Dr. Luna Valdez Interviewee: SCP-4818 <Begin Log> SCP-4818 is curled up in a defensive position in its chair, possibly unconscious. Dr. Valdez gently taps on the interview room's partition. Dr. Valdez: Hello. Excuse me. Are you awake? SCP-4818 looks at Dr. Valdez with apparent hostility, but does not respond. Dr. Valdez: Good. I'm Dr. Luna Valdez, I'm here to do an intake interview. But first, have you been fed yet? You're supposed to be fed before we do these. It makes everything go a lot smoother. SCP-4818 does not respond. Dr. Valdez: Have you had water at least? I can't let you get dehydrated. It doesn't have to be water. I can get you juice, or even hot chocolate, or - SCP-4818: (interrupting) I know what you're doing. Dr. Valdez: I'm sorry? SCP-4818: You have your damn goons tackle me to the ground, tie me up in a sack, haul me off in the back of a van for hours, lock me up in a dark cell, and then you show up all sweet asking if I want hot chocolate? That's how you brainwash prisoners, by having one of their keepers pretend to be nice so they'll start to trust them. Dr. Valdez: They tackled you to the ground? I'm sorry they were rough with you, that was clearly unjustified in your case. I assure you the Task Force that brought you in will at the very least be reprimanded. This is not a prison, and we don't tolerate any abuse from our security staff. Everyone else will treat you the same as I do. SCP-4818's eyes begin to tear up. SCP-4818: (softly) How long are you going to keep me here? Dr. Valdez: Well, most of our residents are here indefinitely, but it does depend on various - SCP-4818: (sobs) What are you going to tell my parents? Dr. Valdez: That depends on the specifics of your circumstances, but the cover story is usually whatever will cause the least suspicion. Most likely, they'll just be led to believe you've gone missing and - SCP-4818 begins crying. Dr. Valdez: Sweetie, please at least drink something. We don't want you getting sick. SCP-4818 does not comply. Dr. Valdez: Do you know why you're here at least? SCP-4818: (nods) Because of my power. Dr. Valdez: We use the term anomalies, but yes. SCP-4818: Anomalies, plural? So, I'm not the only one then? Dr. Valdez: No. As you can probably guess by your ID number, we have thousands of them in containment, and god knows how many there are in the wild. SCP-4818: I thought I might be the only one. And I didn't think you guys were real. Dr. Valdez: Well that's good. It means we're doing our job. Can you tell me about your anomaly? When did it start? SCP-4818: I've always been able to feel the light on my skin. I didn't even know it wasn't something other people couldn't feel. One day when I was eight or nine I just started really focusing on it, trying to hold it there, and it started growing on my arm like a layer of ice. I've been practicing and experimenting since then. Dr. Valdez: Can you show me? SCP-4818 nods. It holds out its palm, and an approximately ten centimeter tall, 400 lumen figurine of the Marvel Comics character Captain Marvel forms over several seconds. Dr. Valdez: That's incredible. SCP-4818: No, it's a sideshow act. I want to do more with it. I want to actually get good enough to use my power effectively, as an actual superhero. Dr. Valdez: I'm not saying you can't use your anomaly, but you need to know we won't tolerate any violence. You got lucky getting assigned to Site 17. This is one of, if not the most comfortable sites for anomalous humanoids in our entire organization. If you don't behave yourself, you're going to end up somewhere a lot less comfortable. No superhero business. Is that understood? SCP-4818 nods tearfully. Dr. Valdez: Good. I can see you're still distraught. I want you to eat some food, drink some fluids, and get some rest, and we'll resume our discussion tomorrow. Maybe even try to fill out some of those forms we gave you in case our background check missed something. Okay? SCP-4818 nods dejectedly. Dr. Valdez: Good girl. I'll see you tomorrow. <End Log> ▶ Selected Interview 4818/Valdez #2: ▼ Selected Interview 4818/Valdez # 2: 4818/Valdez Interview # 2 Notes: This interview was conducted after SCP-4818 had a panic attack during its first supervised contact with another on-site SCP. <Begin Log> Dr. Valdez: Are you feeling better now? SCP-4818: I guess I'm calmer, but I wouldn't say I'm better. Dr. Valdez: Good. If you're calm, then we can talk. Please, tell me what happened from your perspective. SCP-4818: My perspective? From my perspective, you brought in a trolley with mutated, stillborn fetuses that started talking! Then singing! Why the fuck would you do that? Dr. Valdez: I explained that to you. We don't want to keep you locked up in your room. That's not good for you, and it's not good for us. We want you to be able to go into the common areas and interact with the other residents, but before we can do that you have to meet them one on one so we can rule out any possible effects of exposing you to other anomalies. SCP-4818: But why them? Why on earth would those freaks be the first thing you showed me? Dr. Valdez: Because they're harmless. Dr. Glass did recommend I start off with Mr. Fish, but frankly, I thought 3717 would be less intimidating since they're so small and stuck in jars. SCP-4818 stares at Dr. Valdez in apparent disbelief. SCP-4818: They're horrifying! Dr. Valdez: I told you what they were before I brought them in. SCP-4818: You said they were cute! Dr. Valdez: I said kind of cute. SCP-4818: They're not fucking cute! They're monsters! You said there were people like me here, and that's what you meant? That's what I am to you? Something to be shelved alongside demonic fetuses and fish people? SCP-4818 buries its face in its hands and begins to cry. SCP-4818: (muffled) This is just a place for freaks and monsters, isn't it? I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here. Dr. Valdez: Please, sweetie, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression with 3717 but - SCP-4818 screams, withdraws to the corner of the interview chamber and collapses into a fetal position. It does not respond to further questioning. Dr. Valdez: (sighs) I'm sorry. I'm going to make this up to you. I promise. <End Log> Researcher's Notes: I take full responsibility for the disastrous first attempt to integrate SCP-4818 into Site 17's residential community. I chose SCP-3717 because they were low risk, but I neglected to consider the psychological impact they might have on a person unaccustomed to the anomalous. My description of SCP-3717 to SCP-4818 was also arguably too polite to have properly prepared her for them. It seems that prior to containment, SCP-4818 heavily identified with pop cultural depictions of superheroes, and her experiences in containment thus far have been heavily detrimental to that self-image. For this reason, I've chosen SCP-073 as the next Site 17 resident to meet SCP-4818. I'm confident she'll have a better opinion of him. ~ Dr. Luna Valdez ▶ Selected Interview 4818/Valdez #3: ▼ Selected Interview 4818/Valdez # 3: 4818/Valdez Interview # 3 Notes: This interview was conducted shortly after SCP-4818's supervised meeting with SCP-073. <Begin Log> SCP-4818: Hi. Dr. Valdez: Hello! You're looking better. SCP-4818: I'm feeling better. Dr. Valdez: Your meeting with 073 went well then? SCP-4818: Yeah (smiles). He was awesome. He let me try to hit him. Every single blow just came right back at me. Dr. Valdez: You didn't hurt yourself, did you? SCP-4818: No, it's cool. And his bionic arms, he can move them just like real ones! How is that possible? Dr. Valdez: If we knew that, they wouldn't be anomalous. SCP-4818: He says they don't even need upkeep. They're as invincible as the rest of him. Dr. Valdez: They'd have to be, otherwise he'd have worn them out long ago. SCP-4818: You believe him then? That he's as old as he says he is, that he's lived through reality changing events with his memory intact? Dr. Valdez: The consensus among the researchers is that he's trustworthy. But I already know all I need to know about him. Tell me, do you view yourself as more like him than the SCPs from your previous introduction? SCP-4818: I… I wish. I collapsed into a ball because of something that looked like a cheap Halloween decoration. Cain's fought actual demons. Dr. Valdez: Remember that 073 is indestructible. It's easy for him to be brave. You're a young woman who's been taken away from everything she's ever known, and I shoved three deformed homunculi in your face. I'm sorry I did that. SCP-4818: No, it's cool. They were harmless, so it was probably a better idea than putting me in the same room with an invincible, ancient cyborg. Dr. Valdez: There's that, and the fact that his anomaly actually affects his environment. Did he mention that at all? SCP-4818: He did. He told me he hasn't held a plant in thousands of years without it disintegrating. I thought that was kind of sad, so I made him a flower with my light. He's a little hard to read, but I think he liked it. Dr. Valdez: That was very kind of you. I'm glad you got along so well. SCP-4818: Yeah, I never thought I'd ever meet someone as cool as that. I'm glad that at least some of the anomalies here are more… super, I guess. Dr. Valdez: Well, if you can cooperate and get through the rest of the supervised introductions without incident, then you'll be able to go into the common areas and speak with him some more. I'm sure he has lots more stories that you'd love to hear. SCP-4818: (nods) I'd like that. Dr. Valdez: Wonderful! You know, I've been thinking about what you said during our first interview. About wanting to make better use of your anomaly. We do have a program here that's meant to utilize anomalous humanoids like 076, er, three. Like you. I can't promise anything, but if you were interested, I could recommend you to them. They'd evaluate you, train you, and maybe even deploy you one day. SCP-4818: You, you mean I could actually be a, a - Dr. Valdez: An agent, for us. What do you say? SCP-4818: (quietly) Yes. Dr. Valez: Great! We'll push through the rest of the introductions as quickly as we can, and you'll be hearing more of Cain's old yarns in no time. Just remember you have to be polite to the Fuller kids too. SCP-4818: I'll be good. I promise. Dr. Valez: I wouldn't expect anything less from a superhero. <End Log> ▶ Selected Interview 4818/Alpha-9: ACCESS DENIED. LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE IS REQUIRED TO ACCESS THIS FILE. Lead Researcher's Update: SCP-4818's enrollment in Alpha-9 has notably improved her morale and loyalty to the Foundation. Her skills with her own anomalous abilities have also been greatly enhanced by the training she's received. She can now generate filaments of photonic matter and weave them into flexible clothing, as well as extend photonic matter generated on exposed skin over clothed areas. She has successfully created statues of photonic matter nearly two meters tall and ten thousand lumens in luminosity. For combat training, she most frequently generates swords, whips, shields, and throwing stars. She aspires to create more complex constructs, and hopes to one day create photonic machines. Alpha-9's commander tells me that they are also testing to see if she can learn to focus light into laser beams or re-release it at ionizing frequencies, but nothing has come of this so far. Outside of her Alpha-9 activities, SCP-4818 is a model site resident. She has never used her newly developed skills to harm staff or residents, is extremely cordial and often volunteers to assist others in any way she can. Overall, her presence has greatly brightened up the site, both literally and figuratively. ~ Researcher Luna Valdez Addendum: SCP-4818 has demonstrated the ability to produce a pair of photonic wings, which computer simulations indicate are capable of sustaining powered flight. It has requested that it be allowed to test these under safe conditions, and receive flight training should they prove effective. Permission from Alpha-9 commander is pending. Footnotes 1. 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SCP-4819 | safe | NOTICE Due to the ongoing TEMPERANCE-PRINCIPALITY Event's impact on the Foundation's standard practices and priorities, the containment procedures for this SCP have been altered in order to allocate Foundation personnel and resources where they are most necessary. Contact your Site Director for more information regarding the ongoing TEMPERANCE-PRINCIPALITY Event. SCP-4819 as it leads into Lake Austin. Item #: SCP-4819 Special Containment Procedures (Updated 8/16/74): The water flowing into SCP-4819 has been redirected in order to temporarily neutralize its anomalous effect. Further containment has been deemed unnecessary. + Show previous containment procedures. - Hide containment procedures. Annually on August 11th, SCP-4819 is to be cordoned off from the public under the cover story of routine cleanup of the surrounding land. Foundation personnel disguised as maintenance workers are to be stationed at SCP-4819 at this time, and are to turn away any civilians attempting to enter. These personnel must not possess a high school diploma from a Travis County high school in order to prevent activation of SCP-4819. Description: SCP-4819 is a swimming hole located in Austin, TX, spanning roughly 450m2 and connecting Panther Hollow Creek to Lake Austin. SCP-4819 acts as a Class II Temporal Gateway, and is able to be activated annually on the day before Austin Independent School District classes begin August 11th1. The only individuals capable of activating SCP-4819 are those who have received a high school diploma from a high school located in Travis County. SCP-4819 cannot be activated more than once per individual. Activation of SCP-4819 occurs when an individual (hereby referred to as the subject) meeting the above criteria fully submerges themselves in its water. Once this occurs, the subject will disappear. Subjects are then transported to a parallel timeline, temporally manifesting as they were on the day before they began final year of high school in both location2 and physicality. Timelines generated by SCP-4819 uniformly differ from baseline reality as follows: Subjects retain memories of events that took place in baseline reality after the time of their arrival, though these memories appear to gradually vanish3. This memory loss can be circumvented through various methods of notation, however. In all generated timelines, a spontaneous meeting with the subject is arranged by an individual (or group of individuals) considered personally important to them4, taking place at SCP-4819 on the day of their arrival. These meetings can be declined or avoided without issue, though all subjects who have attended them describe them as pleasant or otherwise positive. SCP-4819 does not possess anomalous properties and is not contained by the SCP Foundation in these generated timelines. Subjects will remain in this timeline until they reach the exact point in time that they activated SCP-4819. At this point, the subject will re-manifest in baseline reality, appearing on one of the landmasses surrounding SCP-4819 approximately three to six seconds after their disappearance. Additionally, subjects will be clothed in whatever they were wearing in the timeline prior to their return, and retain any objects they had on their person at that time. Subjects will manifest even if they have expired at any point in the timeline. Addendum - Abridged Testing Logs: Testing was supervised by Dr. Rhodes. Test Date: 8/20/64 Test Subject: D-493750 Note: Upon arrival in the generated timeline, D-493750 was to record any memories he deemed important. This test was conducted shortly after SCP-4819's discovery in order to confirm its anomalous effects. Summary: When interviewed following his re-manifestation in baseline reality, the subject was able to remember many important details of his recent life, along with much of his time at the Foundation. When asked, subject claimed to have met with several of his friends on the day of his arrival in the timeline. Subject was amnesticised and re-entered into the D-Class program without issue, despite making requests to activate SCP-4819 again. Test Date: 8/15/67 Test Subject: D-3847833 Note: When briefed on the properties of the initial meeting, the subject was unable to think of any individuals she would consider to be personally important at the time that would meet with her. Summary: Upon arrival, subject received a message from an individual (identified as ████ ████████) she had previously sold drugs to, asking to meet at SCP-4819. Subject complied with the request. Upon meeting with the individual, the two conversed about various topics, such as their struggles with drug addiction and coping with loss. The subject could not recall specific details past those topics, though she described the meeting as "eye-opening". It is to be noted that the subject returned to baseline reality without symptoms of opioid withdrawals she had previously posessed. Test Date: 8/11/70 Test Subject: Agent DeVarga, member of MTF-█-██ (now defunct)5 Note: DeVarga had lost his right arm in a car accident occurring twenty years prior to this test. Subject was instructed to avoid the events leading up to the accident in the generated timeline. Summary: The subject re-manifested with no signs of dismemberment. Shortly after manifestation, however, the subject pulled a makeshift device out of his pocket, which [DATA EXPUNGED] once activated. This rendered nearby containment staff unconscious, and allowed for his escape. Subject's current whereabouts are unknown, and his capture has been deemed a low priority. Incident Log A-811: On 8/11/2074, an individual previously employed by the Foundation was able to activate SCP-4819 despite current containment procedures. Containment staff6 made no attempt to stop this individual. An impromptu interview was held prior to activation, which was captured on nearby security cameras. + Show interview log. - Hide interview log. Interviewee: Carol Navares, former Level 2 Researcher assigned to SCP-███ Interviewer: Dr. Rhodes, current Head Researcher and Containment Director of SCP-4819 <Begin Log, 8/11/74 14:23> Navares arrives at the portion of Woodlands Park that borders SCP-4819, with Dr. Rhodes seated at a nearby picnic bench. Navares: Hey, Esther? Rhodes turns towards Navares. Rhodes: Dr. Navares? You aren't supposed to be here. Navares: Not really. But I needed to see you. Rhodes: You aren't… what happened? Navares: I got fired. Rhodes: Fired? Did they… are they planning on using SCP-███ against the Principality? Navares nods. Navares: I was opposed to it. I didn't want that kid getting himself killed, he's already been through enough. But, of course, they did it anyways. That… wasn't the reason I got fired, exactly. I was deemed as- Rhodes: Personnel non-essential to the combat of the ongoing TEMPERANCE-PRINCIPALITY Event. Right? Navares: Mm. Exactly. Either I could allow myself to be transfered to a… worse department, or I could pack my things and live out the rest of my life somewhere more pleasant. So, here I am. I'm thankful they gave me the choice, though. Rhodes: They didn't amnesticise you. Do they… are they not doing that kind of thing anymore? Navares: I don't think so. My guess is that they don't have enough juice to spare. Rhodes: Nava- Carol, I'm sorry. I know you'd rather have forgotten. Navares: No, it's fine. I think it's best that I remember. Both are silent for a moment. Rhodes turns back towards SCP-4819. Rhodes: Come sit down, Carol. Navares does not respond. Rhodes: Listen, I'm not going to get in trouble for it. No one's got the energy to tell me off anymore. Come on, enjoy the sunshine. Navares slowly approaches Rhodes and sits next to her. Navares: The water's… nice here. I'm a little surprised the creek's still flowing. Rhodes: Mm-hm, it's like nothing's changed. I always liked this place. Way better than the office. Navares: You always hated the noise. Rhodes: Everyone always made fun of me for being so excited over a skip as simple as this one. But… as much as I hate to say it, this beats what everyone else is doing right now. Navares: Couldn't agree more. Irrelevant conversation continues for roughly two hours before Rhodes returns to the subject of SCP-4819. Rhodes: …Hey, you said you came here because you needed to see me, right? Navares: I did. Rhodes: Was that a lie? Navares: No, of course not. Well… kind of, I guess. I may have some… ulterior motives. Rhodes: I knew it! You're such a bad liar! Navares: Alright, fine, you got me! Both burst out into laughter for a moment. Rhodes: You're… you're sure about this, Carol? You know it's only temporary, right? Navares: I know, but I think it's what I need. You aren't gonna try to stop me, are you? Rhodes: No, of course not. I'll be upset if you knocked me out like the last guy did, but I don't think you'd do that. Navares: To someone else, maybe, but not to you. Rhodes does not respond. Navares: Look, I'm sorry, Esther. I just need to forget. About what happened to pops, and Sybil, and Sal7. Everything. Rhodes: It's okay, I understand. Are you ready now? Or did you want to wait a little longer? Navares: Nothing else to do here. Rhodes stands, and helps Navares to her feet. Rhodes: Well, come on, then. You've read the document, right? Navares: Of course. I'll write everything down, promise. The two begin to enter SCP-4819. Rhodes: What are you gonna do? Once you get there, I mean. Navares: Well, first off, never get involved with the Foundation. Maybe try and convince you not to join either. Oh, but do let them know about the Principality so we don't have a repeat of all this. I think I know the right anonymous channels to go through for that. Rhodes: Good call, good call. Navares: Let's see… I doubt I'll be able to remember everything I want to change. But… don't hook up with Kincaid, treat my mom better, and… After a moment of hesitation, Navares points at one of the nearby properties bordering Lake Austin. Navares: That house, right there. Do you like it? Rhodes: Yeah, it's nice. Navares: Tell you what. I'm gonna buy it, and we're gonna live in it. You and me. Rhodes: Oh stop it, you're gonna make me cry! Both laugh to themselves for a moment. Once the water becomes waist deep, both Rhodes and Navares halt. Navares: Well… this is it, I guess. Rhodes: No it's not. After you're done with it all, I'll be right here waiting for you. And… we're gonna live in that house, just like you said. I promise you. Just… don't die. Please. Navares: Of course. It's a promise. Rhodes: …Hey, y'know what, Carol? Navares: What? Rhodes: My old man was right. I do regret dropping out. Navares: Oh my God, I never thought I'd hear you say that. After a moment of silence, the two embrace. Rhodes: Love you. Navares: Love you too. I'll see you around. The two separate. Navares takes a deep breath, plunges herself into the water, and disappears. Rhodes: …Oh God, please don't die. Navares manifests on a nearby bench three seconds later, dressed in civilian plainclothes. Rhodes turns to look at her. Rhodes: Carol? Rhodes quickly makes her way towards Navares, who weakly stands. Rhodes: Carol, are you okay? Navares: E-Esther? Yeah, I'm fine. I take it I'm back? Rhodes: Yeah, you're… you're back. Did you have fun? Navares: Mm… yeah. Best fifteen years of my life. Rhodes touches Navares' cheek. Rhodes: Your scar is gone. Navares: Didn't get involved with Kincaid. Rhodes: You… you didn't. Holy shit. How much do you remember? Navares: Just enough, I think. Rhodes: I'm… God, I'm so relieved. I hope that- Navares: Is anyone living in that house nowadays? Rhodes does not react for a moment, before looking towards the aforementioned property. Rhodes: I don't think anyone's lived in this area for a while now. Navares: You do remember what you promised me before I left, right? Rhodes: Carol, that wasn't even a minute ago. Of course I remember. Navares: I know. Just making sure. <End Log> Following this event, Dr. Rhodes submitted her resignation from Foundation duties, which was accepted without issue despite her breach of containment protocol. Standard amnestics were not administered, due to a higher focus on combating the ongoing TEMPERANCE-PRINCIPALITY Event. Alternative containment procedures for SCP-4819 were implemented in wake of her absence as well. Further action against Rhodes and Navares has been deemed unnecessary. Footnotes 1. Due to the impact of the ongoing TEMPERANCE-PRINCIPALITY Event, the Austin Independent School District is no longer operational. The last valid date of SCP-4819's activation prior to this event was on August 11th, 2068, and has remained as August 11th ever since. 2. Specifically, subjects will manifest wherever they were located at midnight on that day. 3. The exact rate of this memory loss is unknown, and has been theorized to possibly vary between subjects. 4. The exact parameters necessary for these individuals to be considered "important" varies between subjects. 5. Due to the ongoing TEMPERANCE-PRINCIPALITY Event, the use of D-Class personnel for testing has been suspended in order to allocate Foundation resources where they are most needed. DeVarga volunteered for this test, which was approved by both containment staff and his superiors. 6. Consisting only of Dr. Rhodes, following the relocation of other containment staff members elsewhere. 7. Birthname of SCP-███. |
SCP-4820 | euclid | SCP-4820 refuses any meals offered to it, but it has requested access to cooking implements, various spices, and a selection of sauces. by Kothardarastrix Item#: 4820 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4820 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment module at Site-17 Armed Bio-Containment Area-14.1 Up to 5 liters of blood may be withdrawn from SCP-4820 in any given 24-hour period. Withdrawal of larger amounts, or the harvesting of any of SCP-4820's organs, must be approved by at least one Level 4 Personnel. SCP-4820 need not be supplied with food, and refuses any offered to it. SCP-4820 has requested access to cooking implements, various spices, and a selection of sauces. These requests have been granted on a probationary basis, and may be revoked as a disciplinary measure if the need arises. Consumption of food prepared by SCP-4820 is discouraged. Description: SCP-4820 is an adult Filipino man, apparently 40-50 years of age. The object is able to rapidly regenerate damaged or destroyed tissue. These capabilities possess no known limit; SCP-4820 can even regrow appendages that have been completely severed2. Regeneration time increases with the severity of the injury in question and the extent of the damage; minor incisions heal almost instantaneously, but extracted internal organs take several hours to regenerate. SCP-4820 does not appear to feel pain, and often fails to notice when it is injured. It is currently unknown how SCP-4820 fuels this rapid regeneration; it requires no more food or water than a standard human. Addendum 4820-1: Testing log. Open Testing Log Close Testing Log Test Number Reason for Test Procedure Outcome Additional Notes Test #1 Pain Response A 21 gauge syringe was used to withdraw 10ml of blood from SCP-4820's right arm. Subject questioned whether this caused him any pain or discomfort. SCP-4820 reported no pain, as expected. Extracted blood did not exhibit regenerative properties or other anomalous qualities. Test #2 Epidermal Regeneration A 5 cm square was removed from SCP-4820's left forearm. Injury healed in < 5 seconds. Removed epidermal tissue did not exhibit regenerative properties or other anomalous qualities. Test #3 Burn Regeneration The end of a small copper rod was heated to 70 degrees Celsius and held to the epidermis of the subject (right forearm) until a first degree burn manifested. Injury healed in < 5 seconds. Test #4 Bone Realignment Left index finger dislocated. Bone realigned almost immediately. In keeping with Ethics Committee Mandate #9173, further tests required Ethics Committee Approval. Researcher Lee Roy Carlson submitted proposals for eight additional tests, six of which were approved. Proposed tests and their results, or reasons for denial of testing, are reproduced below. Test Number Reason for Test Procedure Outcome Additional Notes Test #5 Limb Regeneration Left index finger severed at the first knuckle. Finger regrew from the stump. Simpler tissues regenerated first; first skin, then bone, then connective tissue, then muscles, and finally nerves. New digit did not initially possess a fingernail; one later grew at the normal speed for a human. Test #6 Limb Reattachment Left ring finger severed at the first knuckle. SCP-4820 was instructed to attempt to reattach the severed member. SCP-4820 attempted to reattach the severed finger by holding it to the stump. Reattachment did not occur; new tissue had already begun developing, and would not reassimilate the severed finger. Regenerated finger lacked a fingernail, as expected. Test #7 Surgical Limb Reattachment Left pinky finger severed, then sewn back on. Finger did not reattach. New tissue developed behind the sewn-on digit, forcibly tearing the old digit from the stitches as it grew. Regenerated finger lacked a fingernail, as expected. Test #8 Blood Regeneration Extraction of blood via a standard IV apparatus until early symptoms of low blood pressure or blood loss. The extracted blood is then to be reinserted. SCP-4820 exhibited no symptoms of blood loss. Testing halted following the extraction of 100 liters of blood, which were not reinserted for obvious reasons. Extensive testing, including transfusion into D-Class test subjects, has shown no residual anomalies in extracted blood. As SCP-4820 is a type O negative universal donor, storage of large amounts of SCP-4820's blood in multiple on-Site blood banks has been approved. Nonetheless, transfusion of the blood to essential personnel is recommended only in case of emergencies. Test #9 Organ Regeneration Right kidney removed. Subject regenerated a replacement kidney within 4 hours. The removed kidney was successfully transplanted into D-11424, whose kidney was previously lost during exploration of SCP-3379. Extensive testing showed no residual anomalies in D-11424. Usage of SCP-4820 as an emergency organ donor has been approved. Test #10 Receptivity to Organ Transplantation Left kidney removed, then replaced with a compatible kidney from a D-Class test subject. DENIED Proposed test poses too great a risk of unanticipated response to organic foreign bodies. Test #11 Response to Inorganic Foreign Bodies Stainless steel nail, .5 cm in diameter, driven through palm of left hand. Wound did not heal until the nail was removed. SCP-4820 was distressed by this result. Test #12 Response to Critical Injuries Stainless steel spike, 1 cm in diameter, driven through the heart. DENIED Proposed test poses too great a risk of death, permanent brain damage, or other unnecessary suffering to SCP-4820. Close Testing Log Addendum 4820-2: Transcript of an interview between Researcher Carlson and SCP-4820, shortly after its initial containment. <begin log> Researcher Carlson: Good afternoon, SCP-4820. SCP-4820: Is that what you are going to call me now? Researcher Carlson: Yes. It's just the protocol, nothing personal. SCP-4820: Guess I'm not getting out of here any time soon, am I? Researcher Carlson: I'm afraid not. SCP-4820: Oh well. At least this place has people to talk to. Not like that blasted pebble of an island. Researcher Carlson: It was certainly a hostile environment. But you still survived on it for almost twelve years. Care to explain how? SCP-4820: Well, at first I prayed for escape, like any right-minded shipwreck survivor would. That was all I really wanted at first; I knew how to distill water, and there was a little cave where I could get out of the sun. Researcher Carlson: What changed? SCP-4820: I got hungry! [SCP-4820 laughs] Escape got a whole lot less important after that. Researcher Carlson: So what did you do? SCP-4820: I would have tried to catch some fish or something, but all I had to work with was a knife, some rocks, and one set of clothes. I thought about taking my chances in the water, but decided I'd still be better off starving in a cave than trying to swim all the way back home in open water. So I crawled down to the very back of that little cave, where it was nice and dark and cool, and prayed for something to eat. Researcher Carlson: And that's when you developed your anomalous properties? SCP-4820: Yes. I passed out back there - because I was exhausted - and then when I woke up I noticed all my cuts and bruises were gone. I got hurt pretty bad when the ship went down but now all that had healed. And it wasn't just those; all my scars were gone, too. Even my calluses had disappeared. Researcher Carlson: What did you do when you realized this? SCP-4820: I thought I was having a sunstroke. I would've cut myself to make sure if I'd had something sharp, but I'd dropped my knife somewhere, so I just picked a hand and bit down. Watched it heal right back up. Researcher Carlson: Then what did you do? [SCP-4820 smiles] SCP-4820: What any sailor does when he's stranded on a barren island with only one food source. <end log> Addendum 4820-3: List of materials recovered from ████████ with SCP-4820. 1 metal survival knife, rusted and dulled to the point of uselessness 2 knives carved from a human tibia 2 shirts and 2 pairs of pants, consisting of human skin sewn together with sinew and hair 1 needle, carved from an unidentified human bone 1 set of chess pieces; the "white" side is carved from various fingerbones, while the "black" side is carved from toes A crude shelter constructed of human skin and a single large piece of driftwood Approximately 4,000 identical human teeth, piled neatly outside a cave entrance. Addendum 4820-4: Transcript of a second interview conducted with SCP-4820, the day following its recovery. <begin log> Researcher Carlson: Good morning, SCP-4820. SCP-4820: Hello, doctor. What's new? Researcher Carlson: I'm here to ask you some questions about the time you spent on the island. SCP-4820: Sure. Researcher Carlson: We've recovered the materials you, ah, made. How did you do that? SCP-4820: Simple enough. I still had my knife at the beginning, so I was able to do some carving. First I made a new one out of bone, because metal doesn't typically last too long around all that salt water. Researcher Carlson: Right. SCP-4820: Then I made a net, because I was hoping to add some variety to my diet. Researcher Carlson: We didn't find a net on the island. SCP-4820: Of course not. Once I finally made one that would hold together, it didn't do me any good. I hadn't noticed until then, but all the animals avoided that island like the plague. The birds wouldn't even fly over it. Researcher Carlson: Why not? SCP-4820: Best I can figure, they could feel there was something wrong. Something…off. I felt it too, sometimes. Maybe it was whatever sick genie gave me this gift. Whatever lived in that cave. Researcher Carlson: There was an entity in the cave? SCP-4820: Maybe not an entity, but a presence at least. Something very old. Something very different from you and me. Spooked me if I thought about it too much, but it saved my life that night, so I didn't complain. Still didn't sleep in the cave after that, though. Researcher Carlson: But you did leave a pile of teeth outside it. SCP-4820: Had to keep track of the days somehow, right? I've always had really loose teeth. Must be genetic or something, or I wouldn't anymore3. So, in the absence of any real writing materials, I decided I'd use them to keep track of the days. I ripped one out every day at dawn. Researcher Carlson: But why did you decide to pile them outside the cave? [SCP-4820 appears confused.] SCP-4820: Not really sure. Guess I figured a little offering couldn't hurt. [SCP-4820 chuckles nervously] <end log> Addendum 4820-5: Exploration of island and cave. The island where SCP-4820 was stranded. The unnamed island has a land area of slightly less than one square kilometer at low tide, and only a few hundred square meters at high tide. It is not inhabited by any animals or edible plants. Its only notable terrain feature is an irregular cave entrance approximately 1 meter high and 1.5 meters wide, located near the highest point of the terrain and opening to the south. The entrance allows passage into an elliptical cave, roughly 2 meters wide at its widest point, 2.3 meters high at its highest, and 3 meters deep. Thorough inspection of the cave revealed no anomalous qualities, although personnel did report a “funny feeling”. Addendum 4820-6: Portion of the third interview with SCP-4820, conducted 2 weeks after initial containment. <begin log> Researcher Carlson: Hello again, SCP-4820. SCP-4820: Hey, doc. Say, do you guys have any tomato sauce? Researcher Carlson: I can file a request for some if you like. SCP-4820: Please. I taste better with seasoning. Researcher Carlson: Yes, well, that's actually why I'm here. To discuss your refusal to accept rations. SCP-4820: What about it? Researcher Carlson: Well, we expected that you'd be eager to, uh, inject some more variety into your diet. SCP-4820: That's what the sauce is for. Researcher Carlson: But why do you still insist on consuming your, uh, self? SCP-4820: Doctor, have you ever spent twelve years completely alone? Don't answer that, I know you haven't. When a man's alone for that long, he has to latch onto something, an anchor, if you will, so he doesn't go completely nuts. Some men write books. Some play chess. Me? I had this. [SCP-4820 breaks its right index finger, then watches as it heals.] Infinite healing. Not immortality, though. I still had to eat. My flesh always grew back, but if I didn't eat I would starve. So I ate the only food I had, myself. How many times did I consume myself, recycle the nutrients back into more flesh before eating it again? It was a cycle. A perfect circle, even. I had become the entire food chain. I had become everything. So that's what I latched on to. That circle. It became holy to me. Sacred. And that hasn't changed just because I'm off the island. I think I experienced God out there, in a way. How it felt to be God, eternally eating and being eaten, the beginning and end of everything. And it was a good feeling. <end log> Footnotes 1. Relocated by request of ABCA-14 Director Thomas MacLean, due to its usefulness in medical research and treatment. 2. SCP-4820 claims that it once recovered from complete decapitation, although this has not been tested. 3. Testing has not identified any genetic abnormalities that would explain SCP-4820's loose teeth. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4820" by Kothardarastrix, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-4821 | keter | Item #: SCP-4821 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel are to track down any civilians who have reported seeing an entity matching the description of SCP-4821. Civilians and instances of SCP-4821-1 will be interviewed and amnesticized. Instances of SCP-4821-1 who are minors are to be returned to their legal guardians. Description: SCP-4821 is a presumably extra-universal humanoid entity capable of several reality-altering effects. SCP-4821 stands 10 meters tall and proportionally resembles an androgynous, prepubescent human child, wearing tattered clothing. In addition, SCP-4821's face is entirely smooth and featureless with the exception of two large circular lights which act as its eyes. SCP-4821's body and clothing visually appear to be made of several miniature galaxies, but their actual composition is unknown. On its left ring finger is what appears to be a non-anomalous leather bag which contains several blankets, ice packs and a single stuffed cow plush. To date, all known SCP-4821 manifestations occur when one or more human beings between the ages of 8 and 21 attempt to flee from their adult caretakers with no intent to return, hereinafter designated instances of SCP-4821-1. All instances of SCP-4821-1 have so far suffered some form of physical or emotional abuse from their adult caretakers. SCP-4821 will ignore any non-hostiles that attempt to interfere or interact with it after its manifestation, save for any instances of SCP-4821-1. Anyone who attempts an action it deems hostile towards SCP-4821 or any SCP-4821-1 instances will be rendered unconscious upon approach and will only awaken after SCP-4821 de-manifests. Any machinery used with hostile intent towards SCP-4821 or SCP-4821-1 instances will malfunction until its de-manifestation. Upon manifestation, SCP-4821 will begin to speak in an unidentified language to the instance or instances of SCP-4821-1 while gesturing with its hands and offering items from its bag. Instances of SCP-4821-1 who are recovered after an encounter with SCP-4821 claim that they did not know what SCP-4821 was saying, but could interpret from context clues such as hand motions or crude drawings traced in the ground. Should the instance or instances of SCP-4821-1 remain in the presence of SCP-4821 until it finishes gesturing and speaking, SCP-4821 will lay its right hand palm up on the ground. Should an instance of SCP-4821-1 climb on to SCP-4821's hand, SCP-4821 will express satisfaction and joy before de-manifesting with the instance or instances. Should an instance of SCP-4821-1 leave SCP-4821, SCP-4821 will de-manifest without it. Instances of SCP-4821-1 who choose to go with SCP-4821 will appear in a different habitable location within 24 hours of de-manifestation, often a city or town, though occasionally aboard a ship or on an aircraft. Instances of SCP-4821-1 will not have any memory of where they were for the last 24 hours, but do remember their encounter with SCP-4821. Should instances of SCP-4821-1 take too long to decide between going with SCP-4821 or staying, SCP-4821 will begin to act erratically, showing signs of distress. After approximately ten minutes, two large arms composed of similar material as SCP-4821 will appear behind SCP-4821, pulling it backwards into the air and de-manifesting with it. Addendum: On 9/28/████, the Ethics Committee made a formal request to alter the Containment Procedures to anonymously report guardians of SCP-4821-1 instances to Child Services rather than returning the instances to their legal guardians after amnesticization. In addition, they requested that attempts to physically contain SCP-4821 itself should be halted as all previous attempts have resulted in failure. The Ethics Committee argued this alteration would reduce resource drain on the Foundation and manifestations of SCP-4821 in the future. The request is currently being processed. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4821" by OthellotheCat, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4821. 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-4822 | safe | Item #: SCP-4822 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4822 is to be kept in a standard humanoid storage container. Photos taken by SCP-4822 are to be stored in the non-anomalous visual media library in Site-922. Description: SCP-4822 is the corpse of Steven Christenberry, a professional photographer based in Sandusky, Ohio. It is dressed in a button-down striped shirt, vest, and denim jeans. Whenever SCP-4822 occupies a space with more than two people for approximately 40 minutes, its body will scintillate five to nine times. Once finished, several photographs will be found in its vest pocket, the quantity equal to the number of times flashed. The contents of the photos depict the individuals nearby SCP-4822 engaging in romantic or recreational activities. These scenes are fabricated, as no one has yet confirmed these events to have ever occurred. Discovery: SCP-4822 became active during its visitation funeral, when it emitted eight bright flashes of light. When it was inspected by funeral staff, eight photographs displaying SCP-4822's family and friends kissing in the rain and enjoying several roller coasters were found in its vest. The event was collectively dismissed as a malfunctioning light switch, until a second activation occurred, manifesting six photos of SCP-4822's brother's pregnant belly being caressed by all attending individuals simultaneously. The incident attracted Foundation attention after it had been reported in the local newspaper. Abridged Test Log: Test #: 01 Subjects: D-2354 (male), D-1119 (male). Both subjects are often requested to conduct tests together. Results: Six photographs: Two show the subjects having a snowball fight, Four show the subjects building a sandcastle on a beach. Notes: Both subjects expressed discomfort with SCP-4822's presence in the room. Both confirm that neither event happened. Test #: 03 Subjects: D-1515 (female), D-9393 (female). Results: Five photographs: Four show the participants holding hands on a park bench One shows D-9393 cradling D-1515 in her arms in a hospital bed, similar to a newborn child. Notes: Subjects share no familial relation. Test #: 09 Subjects: D-5954 (male), D-8833 (female), D-2006 (female) Results: Seven photographs: Two show the subjects in bumper cars. Two show the subjects on a swing set. Three show the subjects unwrapping Christmas presents. Notes: D-2006 and D-5954 do not celebrate Christmas. Test #: 15 Subjects: D-2354 (male), D-1119 (male, deceased). D-1119 was recently grievously injured during another test and did not survive. Results: Six photographs: Three show the subjects laughing in a cafe. Three show the subjects embracing at an airport. Notes: D-2354 requested another test with SCP-4822 and D-1119's corpse. Request was denied. After the previously denied request, D-2354 asked if they could keep the photographs. Request was approved. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4822" by RockTeethMothEyes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4822. 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-4823 | safe | SCP-4823: The Whole World Has Gone Bananas! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4823 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-4823 in containment. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4823 is kept in a standard containment chamber at Site-77. In case of entry from U-3567, an armed guard is positioned in the room at all times. In order to maintain diplomatic relations, Foundation diplomats are scheduled to visit U-3567 once a month. Due to the effects that ionizing radiation has on the human body, Foundation personnel are to consume pills containing potassium iodide daily while remaining in U-3567, and individuals who have returned from U-3567 cannot enter again until at least 3 months have passed. Edit as of 20.12.2019: Diplomatic relations have been halted. No contact with U-3567 is to be made. Responding to attempts at contact from U-3567 may be allowed if and when such a situation arises. Description: SCP-4823 is a ripe specimen of Musa acuminata, more commonly known as a Cavendish banana. It is indestructible and does not suffer from normal biological degradation. It appears to be ancient, with thermoluminescence placing it as at least 20,000 years old. The main anomaly of SCP-4823 is a localized trans-dimensional two-way gateway in place of fruit flesh. The gateway becomes exposed when the banana is peeled, which can only be done halfway. Upon exposure, the gateway will draw the peeler in, exposing them to a noodle effect caused by a strong non-homogenous gravitational field, in order for them to fit through. Following entry, SCP-4823 will unpeel itself. The other end of the gateway is an identical object in U-3567. It was under the control of the U-3567 version of the SCP Foundation, and located in their version of Paris, France in the arrondisement of Butte-Montmartre. U-3567 is devoid of all animal life, instead inhabited by mobile and sentient plants, most notable of which is a species of sapient humanoid entities, collectively referred to here as SCP-4823-1, who refer to themselves as bananans, or Musa sapiens. The external morphology of SCP-4823-1 greatly resemble humans aside from having a substance identical to a banana peel in place of skin, lacking all bodily hair and having an extended cranium, similar to the shape of a baseline banana. SCP-4823-1 lack all internal organs commonly found in humans, and their flesh is identical to that of a banana. Their internal support structure more closely resembles wood than bone, their joints and tendons are made of plant fiber and their esophagus leads to an acid-filled vat similar to the trap of a pitcher plant. Due to the lack of animals and animal by-products, as well as different evolutionary paths resulting in the lack of several baseline plants1, many cultural and economic aspects of the societies on U-3567 vary greatly from baseline reality. This includes religion, trade and geography. Despite this, social structures are largely unaffected. Following the containment of SCP-4823, diplomatic relations with U-3567's version of the SCP Foundation were established for the purposes of sharing information and researching U-3567. However, due to the repercussions of Incident 4823-39, the state of U-3567 and its inhabitants have been affected to such an extent that diplomatic relations are no longer possible. See Addendum 4823.1. The origins of SCP-4823 or why U-3567 is connected to baseline reality through SCP-4823 is unknown. + Addendum 4823.1 - Addendum 4823.39 Incident Report 4823-39: On 05/12/2019, five ambassadors of baseline Foundation entered SCP-4823 as usual. They were scheduled to stay in U-3567 for a week. On the second day, one of the representatives of the U-3567 Foundation failed to show up to a scheduled meeting. Stay of the ambassadors was extended, searches were conducted and after three days, the corpse of the representative was found in a storage room, infested with fruit fly larvae. The larvae had most likely hatched from eggs that were laid by a fruit fly that accidentally came with our ambassadors, as fruit flies are not a naturally occurring species in U-3567. The corpse of the representative was promptly incinerated. However, the original breeding pair was not found. A week later, a fruit fly infestation in the storage room was discovered. The site was locked down and extermination efforts involving pesticide and flamethrowers were enacted, but eventually proved unsuccessful and control of the infestation was lost. U-3567 Foundation demanded that the representatives leave, and after their return to baseline, no attempt at contact from U-3567 has been made. + Addendum 4823.2 - Addendum 4823.2 Incident Report 4823-40: On 3/6/2020, SCP-4823 unpeeled itself and a journal was ejected out of it. The words "Valery's Journal" have been handwritten on the cover. The following are digitized versions of select pages from the journal, translated from French. 18/12/2019 Dear Diary, I can barely hold this pen, for I am exhausted after today. Regardless, I am happy, for I had a lot of fun. Firstly, my mother told me in the morning that Aunt Latundan is coming home for the holidays all the way from Portugal. We haven't seen her in years due to her being so busy with her herd of nectar stomachs2. Then, in school, I sat next to Williams again. He has such perfect skin it's unbelievable. I couldn't concentrate on the lesson at all, LMSO3. Then, after school me and Eleele went to the strider4 stables and I got to ride with my sweet girl Farges again. Oh! And we have a new school nurse, because the previous one unfortunately died due to crown rot a few weeks ago. That disease apparently makes you lose your fingers, absolutely horrible. Anyway, we finally got a replacement. Her name is Java, and she's originally from Northern Asia. Some of the boys in our class called her a rude name, but I think her blue skin is absolutely beautiful. I also gave self-made mittens as little gifts to the two guards in front of the office building near our school. I walk past the building on my way to school and back every single day and they are always standing there, no matter the weather. And it's cold this time of the year! So I decided to give them something to keep them warm. They looked very happily surprised and immediately put them on. I think I made their day :) 19/12/2019 I hope you haven't been waiting all day for something exciting, dear Diary of mine, because this day was pretty standard. We got a new assignment from Mr. Awak, which is kind of dumb and annoying right before Christmas like this, but whatever. I came straight home after school in order to get started on it. We're supposed to make an essay about evolution and it turns out that our ancient ancestors were weird crescent-shaped fruits that grew from giant flowers. Evolution is weird, man. One thing of note though. The guards in front of the building weren't there today. They're always there! I think they do something really important in that building, so I don't know why on Earth they would leave the gate unattended. Oh, I almost forgot! I also got invited to a party! Fe'i's parent's are gone for the weekend, so she's throwing a huge party. I hear Williams is coming too, it's gonna be so much fun! 20/12/2019 I don't know what to write. I don't know what to think, really. This feels pointless right now, but for some reason I still want to do it. Habit, I guess. Williams is dead. Earlier today, I heard him complain to his friends that he wasn't feeling very well. I can't believe I was hoping that he would still come to the party. And then when he did, I was super happy. I caught him alone and we started talking and we were having fun but then… then his eye came off and these tiny white creatures began to slither out of his socket. He tried to say something, but then he just dropped. He was dead, I know he was, he had no expression and his… eye was wide open, but he kept twitching. Oh god, the twitching and the buzzing and the dark cloud that came out of him. I ran I just ran and I heard screams but I just ran and I didn't look where and I only realized after an hour that I was going to the wrong direction and then i had to take a train home and oh god. I didn't tell my parents, I just locked myself in my room. [unintelligible due to being crossed over multiple times with a pencil, causing the page to tear slightly] What were those things? 21/12/2019 The news are talking about the creatures. Nobody seems to know what they are or where they came from, but they are spreading. They've taken over the entire 9th arrondisement, which is why we are preparing to leave to the shelter. Helicopters have been flying over our house all day. This… this can't be real. 22/12/2019 I'm writing this from the shelter. There are maybe a few dozen of us here. We should have food and water for 6 months, and the solar lamp in the ceiling apparently lasts forever, so through relying on photosynthesizing as much as possible we should be able to stretch that to a year, if necessary. There's a television here. We're watching the military trying to get rid of the creatures, or "carvers" as people have started to call them. They don't seem to have a lot of success though… At least my parents and Eleele are here with me, as well as that new school nurse. We're gonna get through this together, I know we will. 30/12/2019 We're not at the shelter anymore. We're in an abandoned coffee shop. 'We' meaning me, Eleele and Java. Everyone else is dead, even my parents. The carvers attacked out of nowhere, probably got in through the ventilation. Java noticed before everyone else and helped me and Eleele get out before we were eaten alive like everyone else, though we didn't get out in one piece either. One of the carvers managed to plant its seeds in Eleele's arm. Java had to cut off everything below the elbow using a knife from the shop. Right now, she's helping her with the pain and I'm writing this. I don't really know why, I guess it kind of calms me down. Everything is gone. The sky is darkened with countless carvers and the streets are littered with twitching bodies filled with the offspring of those vile creatures. These things just keep spreading and eating and spreading and nothing is slowing them down. Most of the military has retreated. There are still some copters far away trying to keep the infestation to Paris, but it's only a matter of time until they break through and devour all of France, maybe all of the world. 07/01/2020 We finally found another group of survivors. About 30 or so individuals. They were hesitant to let us join them at first, but a few of them are wounded and Java is a nurse. We really do owe our lives to her. The people here are pretty hardy and cynical, no-nonsense kind of people, but a few of them seem nice. Eleele has been really depressed ever since her parents died and she lost her arm. It pains me to see her like this. She used to be so happy and bubbly. Why did all of this have to happen to us? What did we do? I've tried to keep track of the date for you my dear Diary, but I'm afraid I've lost track. I guess it doesn't really matter anymore anyway. Our numbers are dwindling. Just today we lost 3 people, because Mysore, that idiot, went into a room with a carcass in it while we were scavenging in someone's former home. That carcass had carvers in it, and of course they got excited over fresh meat and came for us instead. We had to lock the door behind Mysore, Pome and Silk, or else they would have eaten us as well. …I can still hear them screaming and pounding at the door. Eleele killed herself. We couldn't find her this morning and after searching for a while, we saw her sprawled on the sidewalk below. She had thrown herself out of a window of the apartment building we were staying in during the night. There was so much we wanted to do together… We had big plans of traveling the world, from the petrified forests of Russia to the beaches of Australia. One of her biggest dreams was getting to swim with the algae leviathans that inhabit the southern oceans. I almost murdered Kru when he said that Eleele was only weighing us down with her disability. In other news, we're back at Montmartre. Home, yay. I wonder if those guards I gave the mittens to are still alive somewhere. I doubt it. Anyway, we're scavenging in the office building they were guarding. There are bodies everywhere. Like, more than I have seen anywhere else before. It's like these people didn't even try to escape. A lot of them have guns too… I wonder what they did in this building. This place is starting to creep me out. We stayed the night, and now we can't found the exit anymore. It's like the hallways and rooms have switched places overnight!5 But surely that's impossible. I did find some weird papers though. They were in what looked like some sort of lab and they were describing something that could have been straight out of some science fiction flick. They're a I'm Fuck I'm alone. The carvers came out of nowhere. It was as if they had just popped into existence. Right in the middle of the group. We were getting ready for bed and I was a bit further away from everyone else, when I started to suddenly hear screaming. I managed to get out of the door and slam it behind me before they got to me fully. I left them all to die like a coward. But it doesn't matter, for I am not long for this world either. I'm pretty sure at least one of the carvers managed to plant its seeds in me. fuck Fuck FUCK [rest of the page is unintelligible] I know what you did. All of you. Eleele, my parents, Java, Williams and millions of others are dead because of you. That's right. I found "SCP-4823" or whatever you call it, and the document that describes everything that happened. How your people came here through this and brought this plague upon us. I'll be dead soon, just like everyone else. I can already feel the seeds sprouting and the carver offspring burrowing through my flesh. For that reason I'm not going through, for there is no hope for me anymore. Instead I'm sending this diary through, so you would know exactly what you did to us. Note: The journal has been stored in Item Locker 7128 of Site-77's non-anomalous storage wing. Footnotes 1. Including baseline bananas. 2. Large, sentient and quadrupedal plants that gather their nectar in a large sac on the underside of their body. SCP-4823-1 use these creatures to produce nectar for distribution and consumption. 3. "Laughing my stem off", a slang term used to express amusement. 4. Sentient and hexapedal plants that SCP-4823-1 commonly use as transportation due to their agility. Seem to have evolved from a plant resembling baseline bamboo. 5. It is possible that some item contained at the site had caused the architecture of the building to change due to containment procedures not being followed. |
SCP-4824 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4824 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4824 is to be monitored for any deviations through an automated system. Civilians who are believed to have encountered SCP-4824 or SCP-4824-1 are to be contained and processed at Site-36. Should SCP-4824 be vandalized, Mobile Task Force Kappa-34 ("Freud's Impressionable Students")1 will be sent to locate and re-contain SCP-4824-1 with SCP-4824. If SCP-4824-1 becomes unwilling to continue residing near SCP-4824, SCP-4824-1 will be relocated to a temporary containment cell within Site-36, where it will be processed. Description: SCP-4824 is a sandstone obelisk located in the Gobi, which has been inscribed with an unknown dialect of Daevic. A rotating, organized system of airborne sand particles that is precisely 10.42 meters in height and 16.78 meters in diameter is centered on SCP-4824. Within this weather phenomenon is a calm zone that is 14.67 meters in diameter. Inside this calm zone, the wind and noise generated by the weather phenomenon are not present. The weather phenomenon will only dissipate if SCP-4824 has been sufficiently vandalized2. Repairing SCP-4824 will result in the weather phenomenon's immediate manifestation. SCP-4824-1 was first discovered in close proximity to SCP-4824. Visually, SCP-4824-1 is an adult man of good health. All attempts to retrieve biological samples from SCP-4824-1 have failed as the samples will transmute into sand when removed. For this reason, health diagnostics, such as SCP-4824-1's age, cannot be accurately determined. However, crosschecking SCP-4824's interview logs and SCP-4824-1's inscriptions with historical data suggests that it is more than two thousand years in age. Should SCP-4824-1 attempt to enter the weather phenomenon created by SCP-4824, it will transmute into sand and dissipate. SCP-4824-1 will then reform within two meters of SCP-48243. SCP-4824-1 possesses geomancy4. While the full extent of SCP-4824-1's power and control over this ability has yet to be determined, SCP-4824-1 has been observed creating, altering, and destroying rudimentary forms of shelter and other architecture out of sand. In addition, SCP-4824-1 possesses the knowledge needed to recreate SCP-4824 from memory. While SCP-4824-1 is capable of destroying SCP-4824, it has only been observed performing this action when requested to. SCP-4824-1 has consistently declined to leave SCP-4824's zone of control, and no breach attempts have been made. Addendum 4824.1: Interview Log Date: December 21st, 1993 Interviewed: SCP-4824-1 Interviewer: Dr. Seth Rahal Forward: When SCP-4824-1 was first discovered scientific analysis was greatly hindered by a language barrier. To minimize any potential anomalous events, it was deemed necessary to overcome this barrier without removing SCP-4824-1 from SCP-4824's vicinity. Over seven months, Dr. Rahal was sent regularly to the Gobi to obtain basic fluency in SCP-4824-1's language. This is Dr. Rahal's first formal interview with SCP-4824-1, which has been translated into English, with the primary motive being to obtain a basic understanding of SCP-4824-1's psychological condition, and its history. Dr. Rahal: Is it all right if I ask you a few simple questions? SCP-4824-1: Of course. Dr. Rahal: You told me before that you come from The Kingdom of Ne'hra5. Can you tell me more about this place? SCP-4824-1: Do you not know what this place is by its name alone? Dr. Rahal: I do not. SCP-4824-1: It was an accursed place… but there is much that I have forgotten. It is good that you have not heard of it. Dr. Rahal: I understand. How long have you been in this desert? SCP-4824-1: I have meditated on this. It has been a long day. Dr. Rahal: (laughing) Yes. Yes, it has. How did you end up here? SCP-4824-1: You keep asking me this question. Are you sure you wouldn't rather hear the tale of Nadox and the Mekhanite? Or perhaps you could tell me more about your kind's technological developments. Dr. Rahal: I'm a curious man! You've already told me about Nadox twice, in any case. SCP-4824-1: I know. I have known you long enough… I suppose you are owed some explanation. Some time ago, I was the only man in line for the throne. I denied the bride chosen by my kingdom… I chose a man instead. Dr. Rahal: So you were exiled. SCP-4824-1: I was sent to places like this often. So that the sun may wash me free of my corruption. When they killed him… it was the first and last time I went willingly. I doubt that they even bothered to record our history. Dr. Rahal: I think I'm starting to understand you now. This must be so hard for you; To have been treated like this. I'm sorry for your loss. SCP-4824-1: …You're not going to share this with anyone, are you? Dr. Rahal: I merely wish to understand your situation. I believe others will want to know of your plight as well. SCP-4824-1: You're working for someone. This is the only explanation that makes sense. Whom do you work for, and what are their plans for me? Dr. Rahal: I work for a group that researches the mysteries of the world. Big and small. Your longevity and control over sand, for example. However- SCP-4824-1: Is that why you're here? I was cursed with it. It is not something you want. Dr. Rahal: You're right. It isn't something I want. SCP-4824-1: Then what do you want from me? Dr. Rahal: If I understand your situation correctly, you could destroy that obelisk whenever you want, and leave this place forever. What I desire above all else is to know why, in your long life, you stay in this desolate wasteland. SCP-4824-1: Where else would I go? What kind of kingdom could accept me? Dr. Rahal: You could come with me. SCP-4824-1: Seth, I've dreamed about those words. Leaving this desert with you and entering untouched paradises… but such places don't exist. Dr. Rahal: …No, there is no such place. That doesn't mean that we- That you couldn't live a better life. Society as a whole has become more accepting of those such as yourself. SCP-4824-1: You can't expect me to believe that. Dr. Rahal: Time changes all, my friend. SCP-4824-1: If I were to leave this place. If I were to visit this society that you speak of. Would I truly be accepted? Or would I be thrown into yet another jail? Answer me. Dr. Rahal: Well… I know of a few places that would be accepting of those such as yourself. They are… tight-knit communities. SCP-4824-1: Your hesitation spills the truth to me. I have no desire to be jailed by the likes of you, or anyone else. You must leave this place now. Closing Statement: Dr. Rahal has been reprimanded for going off script during the interview and, starting on February 28th, 1994, will be prohibited from work involving SCP-4824-1. Mobile Task Force Kappa-34 ("Freud's Impressionable Students") will take over all communication duties involving SCP-4824-1. Until Mobile Task Force Kappa-34 has obtained basic fluency in SCP-4824-1's language, requests for tests involving SCP-4824 and SCP-4824-1 will be denied. Addendum 4824.2: Ethics Meeting Transcript Date: February 16th, 1994 Participants: Dr. Seth Rahal and Ethics Committee Liaison Dr. Kabir Patel Dr. Rahal: Thank you, Dr. Patel, for meeting me on such short notice. Did you get the chance to read my proposal for SCP-4824-1? Dr. Patel: Yes, although I'm having trouble understanding the necessity of it. Dr. Rahal: It's necessary because SCP-4824-1's environment is not conducive to his mental health and well-being. Dr. Patel: The research is still in its infancy, is it not? There's a lot that we still need to learn about SCP-4824-1 before we can even think of moving him around. Dr. Rahal: But surely, we ought to bring him into a more social environment. It can't be healthy for him to be alone in that sandstorm. Dr. Patel: That may be the case, but even so, your proposal is contingent on a few factors that need to be addressed. First, we must address potential conflicts of interest. Dr. Rahal, did you at any point in time possess romantic feelings towards SCP-4824-1? Dr. Rahal: …No. Dr. Patel: Dr. Rahal, it would not be wise for you to lie to a member of the Ethics Committee. Dr. Rahal: I… Fine. There was a small connection… between the two of us. But it was very brief! Dr. Patel: That is fine. You are not in trouble for being honest. However, I cannot in good faith approve of your proposal due to this conflict of interest. Dr. Rahal: Well that's bu- Surely this proposal or something like it ought to be enacted. You must believe this, at least? Dr. Patel: It will always be possible for proposals similar to yours to be brought to light, but I wouldn't be surprised if they weren't enacted. Dr. Rahal: Why wouldn't the Ethics Committee enact an ethical proposal? Dr. Patel: Ultimately, for such a proposal to be considered ethical, SCP-4824-1 would have to agree to it out of his own volition. Dr. Rahal: He would be more than willing to agree if I could just explain it to him! We just need time and patience with him. That's all. Dr. Patel: If our research is correct, SCP-4824-1 has resided in those ruins for millennia. He isn't trapped there. He has chosen to live there. Dr. Rahal: He just needs to know that the world is a safer place! Dr. Patel: He has had an eternity to leave that place. Anyone that he once knew might, at best, reside in a history book. He could have left at any point, but instead, he chose to spend an unfathomable amount of time in squalor. I understand that you see this as a turning point, an exciting chapter in his story, but to him, you are but a blip. Dr. Rahal: …That doesn't mean we shouldn't try to help. Dr. Patel: Perhaps after some more research, but I see no reason as to why we should expedite this process. (Silence) Dr. Patel: Look, I know that you empathize with him, but he isn't like you. He's the only person who can get himself out of his predicament. The best thing you can do for yourself is to forget about this because, in all likelihood, he will forget about you too. A Short Eulogy for Prince Amentiu Born to Live. Born to Love. My Child Forfeited Power Eternal. My Child Lost to a Moment's Impulse. He Who Denied My Baby its Future. He Who Forced Me to Suture. His Kingdom Now Without a Pulse. His Kingdom Soon Sempiternal. Cursed to Love. Cursed to Live. So Goes the Tale of The Last Heir of Daeva. ~Queen Ne'hra, The Perfect Footnotes 1. Mobile Task Force Kappa-34 ("Freud's Impressionable Students") specializes in the investigation and containment of sentient anomalies with psychological disorders. 2. Removing a single character from SCP-4824's inscriptions will trigger this effect. 3. This process of dissipation and reformation will take place over three seconds. 4. The anomalous ability to control naturally occurring solid mass as well as aggregates of mineral and mineraloid matter through telekinetic means. 5. Ne'hra was a Daevite city-state that was briefly mentioned in SCP-140. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4824" by BlackMagicFine, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4824. 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-4825 | safe | 2/4825 LEVEL 2/4825 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4825 Safe SCP-4825 upon recovery. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4825 is to be contained inside an anomalous object container at Storage Site-64. Individuals terminated by SCP-4825 are to be declared missing in media outlets and official searches be discontinued in 6 months. Description:SCP-4825 is a wooden chair with leather cushions. When a subject sits on SCP-4825, they will spontaneously turn into dust, along with any objects held or worn by them. Touching SCP-4825 with other body parts such as the hands or feet do not activate its anomalous property. SCP-4825 was discovered in Miami, Florida when Foundation agents were sent to investigate reports of an unusually high number of unexplained disappearances. After several hours of investigation, 22 missing civilians were found to have entered Muke Ripbone's1 RV and not exit. When Foundation agents confronted PoI-1412, he ran towards SCP-4825 and sat on it, terminating himself. Addendum.SCP-4825.1: A journal filled with notes were found inside PoI-1412 RV. Contents are below: 5/05/2003 The doctor said my anger is causing me some health issues and told me to write down all my thoughts in a journal or something. Dumbass doctor thinking this pussy shit going to work like he knows what my issues are. He's just doing this to get me out of his office. All my life its been like this, people always been putting me down, shoving me away. 5/07/2003 A package appeared in the middle of the night with words written on it saying "Advancing humanity one at a time", real funny. When I open it and it was a chair, now what do I need a chair for? It's not like I get any guests. Came with a note too, saying that let anyone who disheartens you sit in this chair and some more mumbo jumbo crap. I'm not sitting in it, gives me weird vibes. Should throw it out this weekend. 5/08/2003 Holy shit. The loan shark found me today and barged into my van. He began breaking my stuff and I should have kicked his ass, but my leg been hurting lately. So after that, he gave me a contract to sign and sat in the chair and poof he was gone! Need to shred burn the package. No one saw him enter here and I'm sure he didn't have a partner. I can use this get rid of all those punks who keep fucking with me, let's see if it happens again. 5/12/2003 Well hot damn! All those fuckers fell for the same shit, "Oh sorry sir. Let me get your money right now, just sit there and wait." That's what they get, greedy heartless bastards. Let those hogs burn up. 6/05/2003 Just got my monthly checkup and the doctor said that a lot of my health issues are disappearing. I mean I feel calmer, I feel more motivated, it's like I can take on the whole fucking world. Should get that gym membership as well, maybe exercise could help my leg. 6/10/2003 Just got laid off my job today. Don't know how I'm gonna make it. Why did I listen to Thomas, he knew if I did that I would have gotten fired, of course, he did. I only wanted to hear the promises of promotion and raises you weak son of a bitch. I have nothing to my name and can't ask my damn siblings for shit, selfish motherfuckers. Gonna get Thomas in here and see how he feels getting screwed over. 6/16/2003 Found a new job, the loan sharks aren't coming anymore, and I got another (legal)loan, gonna make sure I don't mess up this time, can't afford too. I'm doing a lot more things lately, maybe my anger was the issue. Also, I found out that animals are unaffected by the chair. A squirrel got in through in the window and sat on it, still there eating its acorn as I write this. Need to clean that mold from the bowls to stop those annoying critters from coming in. 6/25/2003 There was RV get together today(Can't believe they still do those things) and overheard Ms. Jenkins talking about the cars around my house and the people never came back to get them. She's got a big a mouth, old lady syndrome, I guess. I really need to call the tow truck. Why do these things always happen to me? What did I ever do to deserve this, I'm trying to improve, I'm trying to be better, I'm even doing some charity! But no matter how much good you do in this world, it just wants to watch you fall. Damn it all. I'm gonna have to invite her. Maybe her kid too, just to be safe. What about her relatives, what would they say if they are missing? I just have to get rid of them if they start snooping around. 7/08/2003 My weak leg is getting way better. I guess getting that gym membership was really worth it. Need to work on my diet though, no more frozen pizzas, it's going to be rough(Not giving up my Pepsi though). I remember when I first got some Pepsi, my brother drench me in it to impress his friends. How is my family doing? Alfred is in Australia, living the life of a millionaire(Thanks to his gullible wife). What do you we call male golddiggers? Haddy is in California, living a decent life I assume as a dentist. When is she going to respond to my messages? It's not my fault her dumbass boyfriend(If you even call him that) took my Pepsi! He needs a good ass swopping, for pulling that shit. I really need to apologize. 7/26/2003 How can this happen? The girl I brought sat down in the chair, that poor dumbass, dying after I got this place spotless! I should have hidden it, why didn't I, dammit! She had several friends who knew she was coming here, they're going be snooping around soon. They were watching, they were, I saw them. All of them saw them. What about the people in the neighborhood, did they see? I don't want any conflict, I just want to live my life, why is the world against me. I'm not a bad guy. That's right! I exercise, I do charity, I work hard, I can't lose, bad things only come to bad people, that's what mother always told me and I'm not a bad person. I will I'll have to I must succeed. 8/10/2003 I WIN! I finally win, this world gave me something at last! No more witnesses, no more anybody. I finally did it. I'm going to Whataburger! 8/20/2003 Got promoted today in my new job, hard work does prevail. But something weird happened today, a letter signed by the "Advancing humanity one at a time" was on my table when I returned from work. I made sure I locked my door and there were no signs of forced entry. It said stuff about being free from your disease and the chair is no longer needed. Didn't say anything about taking it, so that's good. Don't want to run from the guy who made this thing, don't want to really run from anything, I rather die. He had one thing right, my health, my social life, financial situation, are all in order. Never been happier. Footnotes 1. Now designated as PoI-1412 |
SCP-4826 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4826 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4826 has been placed on suicide watch upon its recovery by the Foundation. To better accommodate this, SCP-4826 is kept in Humanoid Cell 2208. Description: SCP-4826 is 31-year-old Ethan Elra, a male substitute teacher from La Crosse, Wisconsin. SCP-4826 is unable to die, although this has only been supported by evidence found during recovery and has yet to be confirmed by direct observation. Confirmation testing has been scheduled for June 17th, 2019. SCP-4826 was recovered by implanted Foundation agents in local law enforcement on June 12th, 2019, after three calls from apartment residents claiming to have heard multiple gunshots from SCP-4826's apartment. Upon arrival, it was reported that the room SCP-4826 was found in had flesh and viscera on the furniture, floor, and walls.1 SCP-4826 had been sitting against a wall with a gun nearby and a knife lodged in its chest. Examination of SCP-4826 shows evidence of multiple bullet wounds, stab wounds, and incisions in various parts of its body in the form of scar tissue. SCP-4826 claims that the scars are new and confirmed that they had been self-inflicted before discovery. [Update File?] [File Successfully Updated: June 17th, 2019] Test #: 0 Purpose: To confirm the anomaly present in SCP-4826. Procedure: Apply lethal injection of potassium chloride, conducted by Dr. Alan Danica with Dr. Madison Tell witnessing. Results: SCP-4826 initially struggled, exhibiting distress at the sight of the syringe and verbally expressing a fear of needles. Restraints were adjusted and the procedure was conducted normally. After successful application, SCP-4826 was unresponsive for five hours. As SCP-4826 did not willingly comply to confirmation testing, the current supported theory is that SCP-4826 was immune to suicide. Neutralized classification is currently pending. Footnotes 1. Collected samples are a genetic match with SCP-4826 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4826" by RockTeethMothEyes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4826. 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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Link ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 4/4827 LEVEL 4/4827 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4827 Snapshot of gravitational lensing around X0620, approximately 5,000 light years from Earth. Special Containment Procedures: Until the nature of SCP-4827 instances can be determined, containment should focus on the suppression of public research and data on X0620 and other black holes. Foundation personnel currently assigned to the study of X0620 (besides those aboard Observatory Site OS-131) are to be amnesticised and monitored for possible cognitohazard infection. A team from MTF Nu-9 ("Null Chasers") is currently en route to OS-13 and is expected to make contact within six weeks. The team has been instructed to evacuate all personnel on-board, retrieve data recorders and engage the station's self-destruct protocol. UPDATE: Due to the most recent audio transmission from OS-13, emergency orders have been dispatched to MTF Nu-9, in transit: Terminate all personnel on sight. Under no circumstances are they to communicate with any survivors. Description: SCP-4827 is a series of anomalous events aboard OS-13 that correlate with ghost stories being told amongst the research staff to alleviate stress during periods of long-term isolation. These events include mechanical failures, accidents and uncharacteristic behavior of the team members, which parallel details within their narratives. Discovery: The four-member Research Task Force (stationed aboard OS-13 since early 2019) had been recording abnormal spin-rates from X0620 before communication was severed on April 19, 2020. Thereafter, the following audio logs were accessed from OS-13's database: Abridged Log of SCP-4827 Instances: ONE ▽ ONE ▽ Speaker: Graham C., ███, Chief Engineer Date: December 22, 2019 Audio Recording: You've all met Martha, haven't you, back in Site-██? Remember the time she left the stove on in our apartment? Darn near burnt the entire residential section down. Back when we were living off-site, she'd often forget to lock the front door before leaving for blackjack with her buddies. So imagine my irritation when I get home from work one evening and find the front door completely left open. The lights in the house were switched off and her car was still in the driveway, meaning she'd probably hitched a ride from Carol and forgot to shut the door on her way out. Or it had been the wind. As I walk up to the front door, I see nothing but darkness inside. Imagine my surprise then as I step over the threshold of the door when Martha waltzes down the staircase towards me. I ask her if she'd forgotten to shut the door before she left for cards that day, but she looks at me with a horrified expression. I didn't go out today, she says. Carol called in sick. I thought I told you a minute ago when I heard you opening the door from upstairs? Man, we jumped into our car and high-tailed it out of there that night. Didn't even look back. Cops later said they found no signs of forced entry, but we weren't taking any chances. That's why Martha always says she's less worried about the thousand and one things that could kill her inside the walls of the Foundation than whatever's lurking on the other side of the unknown. EVENT LOG: Moments after the recording, gravitational lensing across X0620's event horizon increases by a factor of five, to the point where light begins to cycle around its aperture at a spin-rate of 0.92. Three days later, video-feeds aboard OS-13 show the sudden depressurisation of Airlocks One through Three, their outer hatches opening simultaneously and without warning. No injuries were reported by the crew. Chief Engineer Graham attributes further instances of mechanical malfunction to the station's on-board computer behaving as though "a virus had gotten in". TWO ▽ TWO ▽ Speaker: Hart, J. █████, Scope Specialist Date: February 09, 2020 Audio Recording: You ever get the feeling you're being watched? Back when Stace and I were living in Nebraska, Whitman was like an hour's drive away, meaning my old place was in the middle of fucking nowhere. <pause> And no, this was before I got this shitty assignment. Stace would bark at really odd hours of the night, and always towards a specific part of the woods outside our window. At first, I thought it was just wildlife, you know? Hungry raccoon digging through the trash or shadows playing tricks on those old Retriever eyes. Of course, I didn't see nothin' myself. Even went out a few times to check. Only shadows and the rustle of leaves on the wind. But as the nights wear on, her barking gets louder, and more frequent. Neale here practically scolds me one morning after I mess up an experiment due to how tired I was the night before. Yeah, you remember, don't ya, ya bastard? <laughter> That evening, I decide to mount cameras around the perimeter, find out exactly what's going on. Yeah, they're miniature versions of the ones we've got installed here, capable of detecting all sorts of shit on the electromagnetic spectrum. That night, Stace starts barking as usual, but then I hear her begin to whimper from the living room. Suddenly, there's scratching of paws on my bedroom door, which almost makes me shit my pajamas. But it's just Stace, too frightened to be alone with whatever the hell's out there. I open the door and Stace jumps onto my bed, and I swear to god we spend the rest of the night curled up under the sheets. Come to think of it, she was probably the one calming me down that night. Next morning, of course I check the footage. Just about the time Stace starts barking, I see a silhouette appear just beyond the treeline. It has the outline of a man, but it stays deathly still, arms by its side and its face all blurry at a distance. Weird thing is it seems to be staring straight into my camera, like it knew I was watching the entire time. Fuck, man. Lesson here is trust your bloody dog. They can sense all sorts of shit; probably saved me a couple times from shit as well. EVENT LOG: One hour after the recording, visual telemetry of X0620 shows abnormal pulses of gamma rays from its accretion disk, or as Scope Specialist Hart █████ observes in her personal log, "like the fucking thing's blinking at me." Specialist Hart continues to display abnormal behavior in the weeks to come, refusing to examine X0620 for extended periods of time. Crew members report overhearing her repeating in her quarters: "It followed me. It must have followed me in here." THREE ▽ THREE ▽ Speaker: Forster ████, Radio Astronomer Date: March 31, 2020 Audio Recording: I never enjoyed the sensation of being underwater. When I was a kid, my brothers would cannonball into the deep end of the pool but I would always hover near the shallow side till my tears convinced my parents otherwise, or I got pushed in against my will. People always fear the deep ocean or whatever's lurking in the depths of the unknown, but this was the fucking public pool, with its clear, blue chloride mixed with too much urine and sweat. The thing is, I never had an issue with seeing things whilst underwater. It was what I heard that freaked me out. Under the muffled shrieks of kids splashing above and the shouts of absent-minded parents, I would hear the sound of someone crying. It was a low, dull sort of weeping, the kind you just knew something terrible had happened; the kind there was no coming back from. It came from the direction of the deep end, the parts hidden in shadows, where the air bubbles gurgled upwards from the storm drains. I was six at the time, so I thought to myself: surely there must be someone trapped under the pool, pinned down under the weight of all that water. Heh. It was only much later that I discovered someone had drowned in the pool about ten years ago. I didn't say much to my parents after that, merely volunteered to do all the housework whenever they went for a swim. They didn't seem to mind. EVENT LOG: Shortly after the recording, Radio Astronomer Forster detects random bursts of gravitational waves from X0620, resembling tiny blips on photo-sensory equipment3. However, a spike in the recording causes Forster's eardrums to burst and seizure-like symptoms to manifest. He is immediately restrained and transported to the medical bay. Forster is no longer seen or heard from on the station's recording devices. Subsequent communication with OS-13 becomes sporadic and unreliable. Three days later, a distress call is logged by the station's computer, but the recording is marred by static. Upon cleaning up the audio file, Foundation personnel detect overlays of laughter mixed with screams. FOUR ▽ FOUR ▽ Speaker: Neale ████, Expedition Lead Date: April 19, 2020 Audio Recording: Did you hear the story about a group of researchers who were stuck aboard a space station? They were told to observe a black hole for a year and a half, to sit and listen, to watch and poke. Well, eventually, it poked back. They thought they could unlock the door to the cosmos, pierce the darkness with glass and steel. They thought that if they listened close enough, they would hear the voice of the gods. But gaze into the darkness long enough and you will find your demons. Pay close enough attention and you will hear our screams, crushed under the weight of gravity. You told us your stories, gave us a doorway into your world. Now, allow us to return the favour. Did you hear the one about the group of researchers who went mad aboard a space station? The man who had a wife flung himself out the airlock. Now, he shall remain in his ignorance forever. The woman with her dog gouged both her eyes out. Now, she shall see the horrors of endless night. The man who refused to listen to voices now bleeds from his ears. He shall hear our whispers for eternity. Did you hear the one about the researcher who went mad and murdered his colleagues aboard a space station? He threw them out of the airlock, one by one, then logged a distress call so that others would come. By the time you hear this recording, it will be too late. EVENT LOG: All communication with OS-13 ceases thereafter. Footnotes 1. A K-class installation currently in orbit around Mercury. 2. Which, according to Einstein, causes the distortion of space itself. 3. A miniature, more sensitive version of the machine at LIGO, Hanford. |
SCP-4828 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4828 Junior Researcher Allera displaying the correct hand gesture and body posture, specified by the instructions of the top most spell found on page 35 of SCP-4828. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4828 is to be stored in a High-Security Object Locker in Site-23. Direct access to SCP-4828 is limited to Level 4 and select Level 3 Personnel. Unauthorized access to SCP-4828 is grounds for severe disciplinary action. Execution of the following instructions must be carried out with utmost precision and within the designated time. Any personnel that obstructs the performance of the steps will be severely reprimanded. Open Instructions Collapse Instructions On a weekly basis, a human must open SCP-4828, and skim its contents for one minute before closing it again. On the first day of a new year of the Gregorian calendar, a human must read any "spell" from SCP-4828 and intentionally activate it. On the 14th day of February, a male and female human must lift SCP-4828, in perfect synchronization, and kiss each other with SCP-4828 held in the middle before returning it back in the table. On the 3rd day of April, a cake with three lighted candles must be placed on the table with SCP-4828 placed on the right side. Three humans must then sing the “Happy Birthday” song to SCP-4828 three times and in complete unison. On the first day of November, personnel must genuinely scare at least one fellow personnel using SCP-4828 as a primary tool. On a monthly basis, any personnel of Abrahamic faith must worship SCP-4828 continuously for a day without rest. On the day of a neap tide, one cup of sand must be poured over SCP-4828. A glass filled with 250 ml of lemonade must then be placed near SCP-4828 before being covered with a miniature umbrella. Objects are safe to remove when the lemonade has completely disappeared. On the 267th day of any year, a confirmed murderer1 must be beaten to death by a family member of the victim using only SCP-4828. Description: SCP-4828 refers to a black hardbound book that has an inconsistent number of pages. In golden letters and Garamond font, the book is entitled “The Big Book Of Achievable Spells, made easy”. No clue or details that can be used to recognize the creator and origin of SCP-4828 has been found. A handwritten text by an unknown individual saying “There can be order in chaos.” is located in its first page. The exact origins and age of SCP-4828 remain unknown. The exact composition of SCP-4828 remains unknown as any form of damage inflicted on SCP-4828, be it directly or indirectly, will cause the immediate death by separation of the bilateral sides of the personnel. The “spells” mentioned in SCP-4828 refer to a set of instructions preceded by a bolded text that clearly or vaguely describes the purpose of the instructions. Said "spells" have a particular anomalous effect ranging from causing mundane outcomes to possibly creating a ZK-Destruction-of-Reality event. The instructions are composed of short but specific steps, written in the language that the reader is most familiar with, that, when executed perfectly, will immediately cause the activation of the "spell". After a "spell" has been activated, the instructions of that "spell" will disappear from the book and will reappear letter by letter after a random period of time has passed. This is generally referred to as its “cooldown period”. Activation of the "spells" will require the specific placements of seemingly random objects, specific hand and body movements and gestures, or a combination of both in a duration ranging from three seconds to two years. Research of SCP-4828 revealed that any human, regardless of the level of mental capacity and knowledge of SCP-4828, will be capable of activating the spells. The randomness and difficulty of the instruction will increase relative to the level of (potential) destructive force or degree of influence posed by a particular spell (with a few exceptions). For this reason, accidental activation of dangerous "spells" is minuscule but is still possible. A "spell" with the title “To Please, to Conserve and to Serve Me” is found on the second page of SCP-4828. The exact purpose or effect of this "spell" is currently unknown but the failure to perform the instructions will result in a 4828-Event. A 4828-Event is a series of anomalous events that will affect the closest person(s) to SCP-4828 regardless of current distance. Successful performance of the spell will immediately cease a 4828-Event, but the damages inflicted will remain permanent. The table below describes the specific anomalous event that will occur after failing to perform an instruction. Open Table Collapse Table Instruction Corresponding 4828-Event Additional Notes On a weekly basis, a human must open SCP-4828, and skim its contents for one minute before closing it again. Failure to do so will cause SCP-4828 to open and randomly activate any spell. None. On the first day of a new year of the Gregorian calendar, a human must read any spell from SCP-4828 and intentionally activate it. Failure to do so will cause SCP-4828 to randomly activate three spells at once. None. On the 14th day of February, a male and female human must lift SCP-4828, in perfect synchronization, and kiss each other with SCP-4828 held in the middle before returning it back on a table. Failure to do so will cause the genitalia to be ripped out from the body of the nearest male and female human from SCP-4828. Victims typically die of blood loss but immediate medical attention may enable them to survive. If performed correctly, SCP-4828 is noted to heat up to 35 degrees Celsius for one minute before returning to its normal temperature. On the 3rd day of April, a cake with three lighted candles must be placed on the table with SCP-4828 placed on the right side. Three humans must then sing the “Happy Birthday” song to SCP-4828 three times and in complete unison. Failure to do so will cause SCP-4828 to start to continuously leak a saline solution at a steady rate of 5 L/s. The secretion of the solution will immediately cease at 12:00 midnight on the current time zone of the area it is in. If performed correctly, the candles will be blown out by a soft wind originating from SCP-4828. On the first day of November, personnel must genuinely scare at least one fellow personnel using SCP-4828 as a primary tool. Failure to do so will cause the development of a sense of apathy and lethargy that will spread from one person to the next that will increase in severity to the point that some affected personnel will intentionally stop their breathing (although breathing is a partially involuntary act). The event will immediately cease at 12:00 on the current time zone of the area it is in. If performed correctly, a faint sound resembling a burst of laughter will emanate from SCP-4828. On a monthly basis, any personnel of Abrahamic faith must worship SCP-4828 continuously for a day without rest. Failure to do so will cause any personnel of Abrahamic faith to instantly develop a sense of hatred towards Abrahamic religions, and a sense of loyalty to an unknown religion focused on worshipping an abstract entity that, according to the descriptions by affected individuals, closely resembles a giant book. None. On the day of a neap tide, one cup of sand must be poured over SCP-4828. A glass filled with 250 ml lemonade must then be placed near SCP-4828 before being covered with a miniature umbrella. Objects are safe to remove when the lemonade has completely disappeared. Failure to do so or if the objects are disturbed with the glass still containing lemonade will cause any person nearest to SCP-4828 to slowly die of suffocation due to the manifestation of sand in their lungs. After the death of one victim, which usually occurs in 40 minutes, any personnel nearest to the previous victim will start to suffocate for the same reason. This will occur continuously one victim after another, only ceasing when the peak of the high tide has occurred. If performed correctly, traces of lemon juice will be present all over the pages of SCP-4828 that will disappear within 30 minutes since the performance of the instruction. On the 267th day of any Gregorian year, a confirmed murderer must be beaten to death by a family member of the victim using only SCP-4828. Failure to do so will cause one of the victims of the murders to be crudely reanimated and manifest near its family members and will start to verbally berate them for not giving it “justice”. The entity will demanifest one hour after its initial manifestation. Application of strong amnestics is proven effective in removing the trauma of the family members from the ordeal. If the convict was, in fact, innocent and was killed, the person holding SCP-4828 will start to excrete a high volume of blood, causing his/her death by suffocation. The blood matches that of the alleged murderer. Discovery: SCP-4828 was discovered when agents successfully captured POI-4828, a suspected reality bender who had been utilizing SCP-4828. Interrogation of POI-4828 revealed that he bought SCP-4828 from a small shop called "The Multistore from Nowhere and Everywhere" that appeared near his town, which was confirmed to be true by using SCP-████. His ignorance and negligence of the instructions of the spell located in the second page, where the containment procedures are based upon, may have caused the series of anomalous events that have caused the death of multiple civilians over the last three months. POI-4828, after being deemed completely non-anomalous and of no further use, was amnesticed and reintegrated within the society. The store described by POI-4828 was never found. Addendum/"Spells": Open Addendum/"Spells" Close Addendum/"Spells" The following list is some of the "spells" and its instructions found in the book. Some parts of the instructions have been purposely redacted for safety reasons. Format Spell Name: Difficulty Level: Required time of Performance: Instructions: Effects: Spell Name: "To Grow A Fifth More" Difficulty Level: Easy Required time of Performance: Unspecified Instructions: Collect two measuring tapes and form [REDACTED] figure on the ground. Prostrate directly at the top of the figure. Yell “Oh Talleight, grant me your blessings” for one minute. Effects: Performer will increase in height by a fifth of his/her original height.(Repeated activation of the spell on the same person is not recommended.) Spell Name: "To Gain a Drop of Immortality" Difficulty Level: Medium Required time of Performance: Unspecified Instructions: On a daily basis, absorb at least three children of the Trees of Nourishment, and 500 grams of the cadavers of the [REDACTED]. Subject your body to three hours of torture through physical actions, three times a week. Obey the law of the Circadian god and practice the Death lay for at least 8 hours daily. Effects: Individuals gain a substantial improvement in their health. Spell Name: "To Give Pain to an Enemy" Difficulty Level: Easy Required time of Performance: Unspecified Instructions: Hold a grudge against your enemy until the sun sets. [REDACTED] the name and face of your enemy and [REDACTED] him/her in your mind. [REDACTED] the faces of his/her family. Effects: A family member of the enemy of the performer will be either be maimed or killed through normal means. Spell Name: "To Randomly Send Death to Someone's Door" Difficulty Level: Medium Required time of Performance: Unspecified Instructions: [REDACTED] teeth in the morning and afternoon, or in the afternoon and evening, or in the morning and evening. Eat your meals and drink your water. [REDACTED] a coin to a beggar. Effects: Unknown. Spell Name: "To Summon a Devil’s Lesser Pet" Difficulty Level: Easy Required time of Performance: Unspecified Instructions: [REDACTED] a high pitch sound. Offer [REDACTED] in the ground. Remove those whose canine teeth are pronounced within five meters of the spell performer. Effects: A single non-anomalous instance of Felis catus will appear near the performer. Spell Name: "For The Outside to Go In" Difficulty Level: Hard Required time of Performance: 5 Minutes Instructions: In one minute,[REDACTED] induce vomiting. [REDACTED] whole fist [REDACTED] mouth for two minutes. Hold your tongue then pull. Effects: Performer is non-fatally turned inside out. (Can be reversed by the spell "For The In to Go Out") Spell Name: "To Cause the Deaths of Many" Difficulty Level: Extreme Required time of Performance: Two years Instructions: Unclear. The spell is believed to be in its cooldown period Effects: Unclear. Spell Name: "To Create a Corpse of a Star" Difficulty Level: Medium Required time of Performance: Five months Instructions: Gather 1 cup of rainwater in a mason jar and store for two weeks. [REDACTED] with two grams of [REDACTED] yellow and orange glitter [REDACTED]. [REDACTED] in the ground, under the light of a new moon. Return the area 135 days later, [REDACTED] and mourn its death continuously for a whole day. Effects: Unknown Spell Name: "To Call ██████████, The Devourer of Everything and Nothing" Level of Difficulty: Medium Required time of Performance: [REDACTED] Instructions: [REDACTED] Effects: [REDACTED] Addendum/ Incident 3/04/19 : Open Addendum / Incident 3/04/19 Close Addendum/ Incident 3/04/19 On 3/04/19, SCP-4828 produced a letter with only the words “To You, From Us” written on one of its sides. Upon opening the envelope, illusory fireworks and confetti burst from the mouth of the envelope, both of which disappeared minutes after their manifestation. The text within the letter was written in some sort of foreign script which was anomalously readable in every language. The contents of the letter are transcribed below. Dear Customer of the 782nd Sector from the Middle Branch of Existence, We cannot express enough our gratitude for your continued use of our experimental product. Your activation of over 100 spells has confirmed the continued existence of your world, which made the book pass the 93rd Safety Amendment from the Multiversal Codex of Preserving Inferior Realities. This was an important milestone for our small but growing aggregate, and as a special thanks to you, we have added a very special page in your book which can be found next to the 223rd page. This page, which is supposed to be only found in our rare Azimuth Class spell books, enables anyone whose name is written on it to have the ability of verbally-activated selective immunity from all the effects of the spells. Unlike the other pages, you can remove it from the book so you can keep it in a safe place. As its surface is limited, we advise you to use it wisely. Again, our highest thanks to you for buying and using our products! Without you, our beloved customers, we would have been long repurposed to the Great Primordial Essence. Again, we thank you! We owe our continued existence from your own continued existence. - From the Lower Triumvirates of Chaos and Probability. P.S. As new resources are becoming available for us, we are hoping to finally use more humane ingredients for our books, which should hopefully curb their brattiness in the future. We apologize for any inconveniences we may have caused you. The letter and envelope were deemed non-anomalous and was stored in a standard Foundation Locker. An iridescent blank page was located next to the 223rd page in SCP-4828 which was extracted by order of the O5 Council. Footnotes 1. The convict must be proven to have committed the crime without justification or valid excuse, and with malice aforethought. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4828" by AlleraRey , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4828. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-4829 | euclid | NOTICE: This document describes a recently discovered anomaly and is subject to revision. SCP-4829 prior to 9/19/2072, in false color spectroscopy (left) and real color (right). Item #: SCP-4829 Special Containment Procedures [UPDATED 9/20/2072]: Standard Class 4 (Nearby Celestial Object) disinformation protocols and image doctoring protocols apply. Containment personnel are to remain in Uranus' orbit and monitor SCP-4829's state. In the event that SCP-4829's containment staff deem neutralization necessary, one instance of SCP-2501-EX will be immediately delivered to them from orbital storage by MTF Mu-119 ("Red Squadron"). Description: SCP-4829 is Uranus' moon Umbriel. SCP-4829 repeatedly generates large, flower-like structures made of ice or rock along its surface; each of these structures measures up to 40 km tall and moves rhythmically for several months before sinking back below the surface. Routine probes determined that beneath the ice lies a gelatinous layer of dissolved hydrocarbons, proteins and enzymes. On 9/19/2072, Foundation astronauts Chad Roland, Vanessa Marquez, and Monica Lorenz descended from Umbriel's orbit in a lander to investigate SCP-4829’s surface. [The following log is transcribed from Monica Lorenz's bodycam.] [BEGIN LOG] (The camera jolts as the lander touches down on Umbriel's surface.) Roland: Mission Control, this is Skywalker. We've landed half a kilometer from one of the structures. Mission Control: Roger, Skywalker, we copy. Excellent job. Roland: Stepping out. (Roland opens the airlock and climbs onto the ladder.) Marquez: Performing thruster diagnostics, stand by. (Roland descends the ladder and steps onto the surface, with Lorenz following on the ladder.) Roland: Surface appears- what the fuck?! Lorenz: Are you alright? (Roland sinks into the regolith up to his knees, and his space suit dissolves. His body balloons and stretches into an ellipsoid shape as his skin becomes translucent white.) Lorenz: Oh shit! Vanessa, get us out of here! (Lorenz climbs back into the lander and disconnects Roland's tether, throwing the remaining length out of the lander.) (Roland sinks further into the surface and bursts, spreading white liquid across several square meters of ice. The liquid is pulled into the surface and the ground shakes.) (Lorenz closes the lander door.) Marquez: Fuck! 3, 2, 1, ignition! (The camera feed shakes as the lander takes off.) [END LOG] Postscript: As Lorenz and Marquez returned to orbit, the surface of SCP-4829 cracked along the equator, causing vast amounts of lunar material to fall into the widening chasm. SCP-4829 continued to crack until it fully split into two identical, smaller instances of itself. UPDATE 9/21/2072: SCP-4829 is currently thousands of small moons attached to each other in a spherical arrangement, dividing roughly every 13 hours. Orbital data shows SCP-4829's constituent objects to be composed of cytoplasm, surrounded by shells of ice and rock. UPDATE 9/23/2072: Individual lunar structures now number beyond 20,000. SCP-4829 remains roughly the same size. UPDATE 10/11/2072: SCP-4829’s orbit decays further; causing it to fall into the ε ring (Uranus' brightest ring). The ring material rearranges, sheathing SCP-4829 in a diffuse cloud while a stream of ice particles extends down to connect SCP-4829 with Uranus' atmosphere. Gas from the atmosphere flows up the ice stream, covering SCP-4829 further. UPDATE 11/14/2072: SCP-4829 has deformed and is no longer spherical. Sensors indicate a rhythmic, repeating vibration generated by SCP-4829’s core at a rate of 110-120 beats per minute. |
SCP-4830 | keter | Item Number: SCP-4830 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4830 is to be monitored for transmission from the noosphere1 into the infosphere2. In the case noosphere-infosphere transmission or situations requiring neutralizing SCP-4830 at any cost, Scranton Guillotines3 are to be deployed around all Foundation sites and areas (save Area-13) until SCP-4830 is neutralized. All Foundation displaying signs of SCP-4830 exposure are to undergo Class-Z mnestic regimen, quarantined within a Scranton Guillotine, and have their memory dumped compared to earliest memory dump on file. Any deviation of over 10% in long-term memory is to a breach, and the infected employee reassigned to Area-13. Select cognitohazards injected into the noosphere to and stem the growth of SCP-4830. Collateral damage to is a nonissue, as any individuals present nonanomalous, early-onset degenerative brain disorders. Disinformation Campaign pandemic 4 within scientific . DC-4830 is introduce saturation of voluntary skull rupture cerebrophagy into horror media copy-cat cases. Description: Footnotes 1. The collective of all human consciousness and thought. 2. The collective of all information. 3. Scranton Reality Anchors forming a thin shell absolute unreality around an area. 4. Airborne Transmissible Spongiform Encephalopathy |
SCP-4831 | safe | Pictures of SCP-4831 before manifestation of anomalous properties. Item #: SCP-4831 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4831-1 is to be accommodated appropriately for a non-anomalous human. Access to a mobile device has been deemed acceptable by the containment team. Content posted by SCP-4831-1 is to be heavily monitored to prevent confidential information from being leaked. For more information on SCP-4831-1's needs, please see Document-315. The house containing SCP-4831 has been secluded from the public. SCP-4831-1's family are not to be amnesticized. Description: SCP-4831 is the bathroom of a household within Wet Money, Kansas, US. SCP-4831's anomalous properties manifested on 25/4/2018, and the Foundation was made aware of its existence on 2/5/2018. Attempting to access the interior of SCP-4831 is physically impossible. The door and window for SCP-4831 are locked, and all attempts at unlocking both have failed. The walls, door, floor, and window inside SCP-4831 are indestructible as well, and have resisted all attempts at dismantling. This includes the use of sharp tools, explosives, high amounts of heat, and corrosion. SCP-4831-1 is, at the time of writing, 17-year-old Tucker Miles who was inside of SCP-4831 when it gained its anomalous properties and is now trapped within. Besides this, SCP-4831-1 is physically non-anomalous. All attempts at freeing SCP-4831-1 have failed. Addendum: Household-531 Security Footage: #1 Of Reuben: Elizur the son of Shedeur Background: Footage was taken from security camera footage that overlooked SCP-4831's door. Time: 15:15 [BEGIN LOG] SCP-4831-1 is heard opening the front door, presumably returning from school. SCP-4831-1's mother is heard yelling from another room. Mrs. Miles: Tucker, can you do me a favor? SCP-4831-1: What? Mrs. Miles: Can you bring me the duct tape from the bathroom? SCP-4831-1: 'Kay, give me a sec. SCP-4831-1 is seen entering SCP-4831 to retrieve the duct tape. It is assumed that, while they are doing this, they are also using the restroom. After SCP-4831-1 closes the door, SCP-4831's anomalous properties activate. After roughly forty seconds, SCP-4831-1 attempts to leave, quickly turning the knob and pushing against the door. SCP-4831-1: Momma? Silence SCP-4831-1: [Louder] Momma? Mrs. Miles: What? SCP-4831-1: I think I'm stuck. Mrs. Miles: Huh? SCP-4831-1: I- just come here. Silence Mrs. Miles: What did you say? SCP-4831-1: I said I think I'm stuck, I can't open the door. Mrs. Miles attempts to open the door. Mrs. Miles: Did you lock it? SCP-4831-1: No. Mrs. Miles: Uh, hold on… Mrs. Miles continues attempting to open the door, and quickly attempts to break down the door. Mrs. Miles: Fucking hell. Alright, Tucker, I think the door's jammed or something. You're gonna have to wait until Dad comes home because I'm not feeling that well. SCP-4831-1: Are we gonna like crowbar it or… Mrs. Miles: Probably. Are you sure the door isn't locked? SCP-4831-1: Yep. Silence SCP-4831-1: You still there? Mrs. Miles: Mmmhm, I'm thinking. Silence SCP-4831-1: Do you still need the duct tape? Mrs. Miles: No, I'm fine. [END LOG] Household-531 Security Footage: #2 Of Simeon: Shelumiel the son of Zurishadda Background: Log takes place roughly two hours after manifestation of SCP-4831's anomalous properties. Time: 19:01 [BEGIN LOG] Sounds of Mr. Miles opening the front door are heard, who then immediately approaches SCP-4831. Mrs. Miles is seen sitting on a plastic chair outside. Mr. Miles: Okay, what's wrong? Mrs. Miles: We don't know. We think the door is jammed. SCP-4831-1: We talked about crowbar-ing the door open. Mr. Miles: Let's actually try to open the door first, I don't want to wastefully destroy the bathroom door. Mrs. Miles: Tim, he's fucking trapped in there. Mr. Miles: I know but- that's not what I meant. Mrs. Miles: Sigh. Just open the door. Mr. Miles attempts opening the door as well, occasionally shoving and bashing the door with their fists. After forty seconds, Mr. Miles sighs and looks at Mrs. Miles. Mr. Miles: Where's the crowbar? Mrs. Miles: I don't know, you had it last. Mr. Miles: I think I left it in the garage. Mrs. Miles: Then why did you ask me? Mr. Miles: I ju- look, I don't know. Mr. Miles exits the area and presumably begins to enter the garage. Mrs. Miles: I'm sorry Punkin, I don't think he's in really a good mood. SCP-4831-1: I know. Mr. Miles comes back with a slightly rusted crowbar. Mr. Miles: What were you talking about? Mrs. Miles: Nothing. Mr. Miles: Hm. Alright Tucker, get back away from the door so that you don't get hit in the face. SCP-4831-1: Okay. Silence Mr. Miles: You far away? SCP-4831-1: Uh, yeah. Mr. Miles sticks the crowbar in the the door and begins to pull. After twenty seconds, the crowbar shatters into several pieces. The door is still unopened. Mr. Miles: Shit… Mrs. Miles: What the fuck was that? Mr. Miles: What did you expect me to do? Mrs. Miles: How the fuck did you break the crowbar, and not get the door open? Mr. Miles: I don't fucking know… SCP-4831-1: W-wait, what happened? Mr. Miles: Crowbar broke. SCP-4831-1: Am I seriously gonna be stuck in this bathroom until I die. Mr. Miles: No, Tucker, calm down, we'll call the fire department. Mrs. Miles: We already filed for bankruptcy for your medical bills, how do you expect to pay this off? Mr. Miles: What else are we gonna do? Mrs. Miles: Tucker, did you try the window? SCP-4831-1: Uh, no, hold on a sec. Silence SCP-4831-1: How do you open it again? Mrs. Miles: Just push it open, it doesn't have a lock or anything. Silence SCP-4831-1: It won't open. Mrs. Miles: Are you doing the bottom window? SCP-4831-1: Yep. Mr. Miles: Just move, I'll go break the window open. Mrs. Miles: Hey, be careful! Mr. Miles: I will. Mr. Miles leaves the area. The sound of them opening and closing a door is heard. SCP-4831-1: Momma, I'm scared. Mrs. Miles: It's okay Punkin, we're trying. I love you. SCP-4831-1: Love you… [END LOG] Household-531 Security Footage: #3 Of Judah: Nahshon the son of Amminadab Background: Emergency services were called shortly after attempts were made to open the bathroom window from the outside. Time: 23:44 [BEGIN LOG] The sounds of the front door being opened are heard. Large amounts of footsteps are heard as well. Two firemen begin to speak with Mrs. Miles in another room. Fireman 1: Where's the kid at, ma'am? Mrs. Miles: Over here, in the bathroom. The three begin to approach SCP-4831. Mr. Miles is sitting on the same plastic chair from before. Mr. Miles: Door won't open. Fireman 2: Please step aside. The firemen take out a small pick head fire axe, and begin striking the door. No visible damage is seen. Fireman 2: It's not doing anything. Fireman 1: What the shit? SCP-4831-1: What do you mean it's not working!? Fireman 2: It's not cutting through. Is the door made of wood? Mr. Miles: Yes. Fireman 2: Hm. Have you tried a crowbar or something similar on it yet? Mr. Miles: Yep. Did not work. SCP-4831-1: I'm going to be stuck in this fucking bathroom until I die, aren't I? Mrs. Miles: Tucker, no, you'll be fi- SCP-4831-1: A fucking axe can't take down the door, Momma, what the fuck are we supposed to do? Nuke the whole house? Why the fuck isn't the door opening? Mrs. Miles: If we knew we would tell you! Mr. Miles: Don't yell at him like th- Mrs. Miles: Shut the fuck up, Tim. Fireman 1: Ma'am. We'll see what we can do. Mrs. Miles: I just… thank you. The firemen and Mr. Miles leave the house. SCP-4831-1 begins to sob. Mrs. Miles: Tucker it's okay, we'll get you ou- SCP-4831-1: Am I NOT allowed to cry? Is that what it is? WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? Oh I'm so happy and ch-cheerful! Fuck you. (sob) Go fuck yourself (sob). Mrs. Miles: I-I just… (sigh) Fine. Whatever. Go have fun in there. I'm suuuuch a bad mom. Mrs. Miles buries their face in their hands and begins to sob as well. Mrs. Miles: I-I-I'm sorry… [END LOG] Household-531 Security Footage: #4 Of Issachar: Nethanel the son of Zuar Background: Several attempts are made to free SCP-4831-1 from within SCP-4831, which all fail. Log takes place two days after Security footage: #3. Time: 02:19 [BEGIN LOG] Mrs. Miles approaches the door, and sits down in the plastic chair. Mrs. Miles: Hey Punkin, you awake? Silence Mrs. Miles: Are you awake? SCP-4831-1: What? Mrs. Miles: Look, Tucker, I… I know things haven't really been going well for you. Me and Dad haven't been treating each other in the best of ways recently. And I'm sorry. Tucker. I know you mean well. And, just… SCP-4831-1: I'm sorry too, Momma. That was really rude. I didn't know what I was thinking… Mrs. Miles: I understand that, I was your age too. It's just, I really want you to be happy, and… Mrs Miles begins to weep. Mrs. Miles: I haven't been doing a… real good job. SCP-4831-1: It's not your fault, Momma. None of this is. This isn't normal. None of this is. I love you Momma, I never want you to think otherwise. Mrs. Miles: I know, Tucker… Silence for over two minutes Mrs. Miles: So, uh… are you hungry? SCP-4831-1: A bit, yeah. Mrs. Miles: We looked around for food that we could slip under the door, and we found these MREs. They were used by soldiers and they are very flat. Turn on the light in there. A stream of light emits from underneath SCP-4831's door. Mrs. Miles takes out a standard Chili and Macaroni "Meal, Ready-to-Eat" and slides it underneath the door. Mrs. Miles: It's really easy, all you need to do to cook it is add water from the sink or something and wait a bit. SCP-4831-1: Ah, okay… Mrs. Miles: Okay, so, put the silver… uh… bag in with the heating element thing, then add some water. Don't go over the limit on the bag. A bathroom sink being turned on can be heard in the background. SCP-4831-1: Whoops, that's too much water… Mrs. Miles: It's fine, it'll still taste the same. Then seal the bag and wait a bit. SCP-4831-1: How long does it take? Mrs. Miles: About ten minutes, the website said. SCP-4831-1: Okay. Silence SCP-4831-1: So, Momma… Mrs. Miles: What? SCP-4831-1: I found the duct tape you wanted. Do you still need it? Mrs. Miles: No, Tucker, I al- SCP-4831-1: Here, hold on. SCP-4831-1 is heard attempting to forcefully push what is assumed to be the roll of duct tape underneath the door. Mrs. Miles: Tucker… SCP-4831-1: I can't even fucking give you the tape! Mrs. Miles: Please, calm down… SCP-4831-1: I can't, Momma. I just can't. I was so happy! I was so happy. I'm going to fucking die in this bathroom. I'm never going to see you again. I can't calm down! Get me out of here! I don't want to die in here! Mrs. Miles: Tucker, yelling at me isn't going to help anyone. SCP-4831-1: I… I just… I wanna hug you again. Mrs. Miles: Punkin… SCP-4831-1: I miss you. I love you. Mrs. Miles: It's okay, Punkin. I will stay by you until the day I die. Mrs. Miles presses her body and arms against the door and closes her eyes. Several minutes pass. Mrs. Miles: I… (sniff) think your food is ready. The sound of steam exiting a bag can be heard. Mrs. Miles: Do you need a fork? SCP-4831-1: Yes please… Mrs. Miles enters the kitchen, grabs a small plastic fork, and slides it underneath SCP-4831's door. Silence SCP-4831-1: It tastes horrible… [END LOG] Shortly after this, the Foundation was alerted to SCP-4831's existence and established containment. Amnestics were applied to all witnesses of SCP-4831's anomaly with the exception of SCP-4831-1's family, by request of the Ethics Committee. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4831" by Westrin, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-4832 | safe | NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS UNDER REVIEW THE CONTENTS OF THIS FILE MAY NOT REPRESENT AN ACCURATE DEPICTION OF THE ANOMALY DESCRIBED WITHIN; READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED Item #: SCP-4832 SCP-4832 in its unpowered state. Special Containment Procedures: When not in use, SCP-4832 is to be held in a standard storage locker. Clearance to use item for demonstrating extrasensory phenomena to personnel is pending. Description: SCP-4832 is a Dantax-brand AM/FM radio. When in a powered state, operating the tuning knob on the front face radically alters the appearance of SCP-4832's main body. Several of these alterations result in imagery normally incomprehensible to humans.1 All anomalous effects cease upon de-powering. SCP-4832 was retrieved on December 27th, 2016 from the possession of POI-48321, a resident of Odense, Denmark, who personally delivered SCP-4832 to the headquarters of Dantax Radio A/S company to file a complaint. An embedded Foundation agent recognized SCP-4832's anomalous properties as POI-48321 powered the item on for demonstrative purposes. POI-48321 was interrogated, and SCP-4832 was willingly relinquished in exchange for monetary compensation. POI-48321 revealed having received the item as a Christmas present from her husband, and believed it to be malfunctioning. No other radios of the same model as SCP-4832 have thus far produced anomalous effects; SCP-4832 is believed to be unique. Addendum 4832-Alpha: Notes from Researcher Tardigan Foreword: To qualify for demonstration purposes, SCP-4832 is being vetted for the possibility of extraneous or undocumented anomalies. RAISA has appointed Researcher Tardigan for this task, believing their previous uninvolvement in the project will benefit impartiality. The following are research notes from this endeavor. Having thoroughly reviewed what we know about SCP-4832, I fail to see any physical reason for how its effects are propagated. We, as baseline humans, should not be able to perceive colours outside of the visible light spectrum2, let alone the nonsensical imagery which further tuning produces. While irregularities are to be expected when dealing with anomalies, the item's effects propagate even through digital photography, thus fulfilling the required criteria for a memetic anomaly. This in itself is a glaring oversight in initial documentation. I cannot overstate how much damage an unchecked meme in the database can cause. SCP-4832 likely employs some form of a perception-altering memetic effect, wherein its appearance during a powered state acts as a trigger glyph, which would explain persisting through secondary depictions. However, unlike SCP-4832, glyph-based triggers will typically only function upon being viewed in their entirety. I'll run cursory scans on all mind-affecting anomalous triggers. All scans for memetic triggers have returned negative. This goes wholly against my previous hypothesis. It is thus my opinion that SCP-4832 is most likely an antimeme. I'll run some further tests, and if everything returns negative, I'll have to consider developing my own research methods. Perhaps SCP-4832 employs uncategorizable anomalies? This site has very rudimentary mnestic capabilities, so I've taken the liberty of sending the archived images of SCP-4832 to Site-41 for antimemetic analysis. Due to its low-priority status, this will take between four to five work days. There's a sort of a nagging feeling I've got that perhaps SCP-4832 does not produce anomalous visuals per se, but rather its effects allow cognizant beings to perceive things beyond the constraints of their perception. A liminal area of the filtered remains of this reality, so to say. Perhaps SCP-4832, in its active state, unshackles our minds and escorts us out of Plato's allegorical cave into the true, wide-open world. Perhaps we've stumbled upon something much grander than initially thought? If SCP-4832 portrays the world in its most unrestrained state, which of its appearances is closest to what we consider 'reality'? Perhaps these stages of increasing incomprehensibility are all mere morsels of truth, as seeing the full picture would rend one's mind. If SCP-4832 is our gateway into seeing through the eyes of God, why would it present itself to us in the form of a commercially produced radio? Regardless, it wouldn't be the most absurd thing I've encountered in this line of research. I'm trying to keep a level head. After all, it might all be a fluke, and I'm overthinking things. In two to three workdays time I'll know, and if it isn't a fluke, I could be looking forward to a SCP-001 Proposal of my own. Antimemetic scan results will be delivered tomorrow. I fear being over my head if they return negative. I've conferred with Site Command on what to do in case of an esoteric mind-affecting anomaly, and the sheer amount of bureaucracy involved outdoes anything that I have the tolerance for. Frankly I'm beginning to hope that it's 'just' an antimeme, so I can be done with this dreadful waiting. Tomorrow I'll know for sure. This confirms it: the testing of my colleagues at Site-41 strongly corroborates the notion that SCP-4832 is antimemetic. I'm conflicted, honestly. I foolishly thirsted for glory and academic acclaim, the likes of which feeble and comfort-seeking people like myself could ever only hope to dream of. One can dream, as they say. For all their effort, the folks over at Site-41 couldn't even tell me what the darn thing does. I must refocus my efforts to discovering exactly what it is that SCP-4832's antimemetic properties conceal. Addendum 4832-Beta: Image gallery Foreword: The following is a complete list of all distinct visual alterations which SCP-4832 can produce. + view Image gallery - hide Image gallery Tuning range: 88-923. The colours of SCP-4832 are inverted. Object handled by Junior Researcher Harper. Tuning range: 92-96. SCP-4832 displays colours outside of the visible light spectrum. Tuning range: 96-100. SCP-4832 displays a level of detail normally unattainable without visual aid. Tuning range: 100-104. The colours and general shape of SCP-4832 are indistinct. Tuning range: 104-108. Appearance inscrutable. Footnotes 1. See Addendum 4832-Beta for photographic depictions of these alterations. 2. Unless under very specific conditions; certain non-anomalous optical illusions, namely Chimerical colours, have the propensity for this. 3. In accordance to the FM scale |
SCP-4833 | keter | It was all ahead of you. That sunset curve over the horizon. Don't you remember? close Info X SCP-4833: The Syncope Symphony Author: Tufto. More of their work can be found here. This SCP is part of the Class of '76 canon. Image: The first image is used by kind permission of Woedenaz, to whom it belongs. The second image is CC-compliant and can be found here. It belongs to JR Korpa. Rows upon rows of empty seats line the hall. You've made sure only you're here tonight—the others are all off on business, or caught up in their work. You made sure to register a week's holiday after the business down in Magaluf—your sheer exhaustion needs to be tended to. In the few months since your promotion, you haven't had much time to yourself. But there have been things you've been curious about for a long time, things beyond your particular remit. You made a requisition request for a file, stuck in a filing cabinet in one of the more obscure parts of Site-01. It's pretty clear that it's something most people would like to forget. The reel begins to play—all automated, of course. Grains flicker across the screen, before bursting into an image. It's a high-school playing field. The year must be about 1975, 76. There's no audio, and the image flickers and distorts at inconvenient moment, but the forms are all clear. They're playing—rugby? American football? Something like that. It's not quite right. The camera stretches, and moves around. A smiling group of people, spectators, all wave at the camera. Their movements are not constructed, or acted, or precise—they're messy and uncertain, giggling and youthful. People. Real people, sitting right in front of you. Right? You look down at the document, but you can't quite concentrate. You remember school, don't you? Your experience was different—different place, different time—but you remember it. The disciplined format of time, the early pangs of heartache, the promise of all your dreams before you. An infinity of youth, shaped by your name. It was all ahead of you. That sunset curve over the horizon. You do remember, right? Don't you remember? SCP-4833 BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL The following file is Level 5/4833 classified. Unauthorised access will result in immediate termination. Item #: SCP-4833 Level 5/4833 Classified Location of Incident 4833-8C. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4833 activity is currently being monitored by MTF Eta-11 "Savage Beasts". Eta-11 will immediately respond to any reported incidents, ascertain the situation and attempt to contain any potential anomalies. Following Incident 4833-8C, the nature of SCP-4833 is considered to be radically altered. SCP-4833 will be reclassified and its file altered as soon as Agent O'Hara's debriefing has concluded. Description: SCP-4833 is an organised group of reality-benders, ordinarily going by the name "Syncope Symphony". SCP-4833 is believed to contain between 10 and 29 individuals, all of whom exhibit similar abilities and properties. Beginning in the late 1940s, the group's primary activity has been experimentation on youths between 15 and 18 in age, with the intention of anomalously altering them for unknown purposes. SCP-4833 was once a significant player in anomalous affairs, being particularly feared within the anomalous underworld for the kidnap and forcible alteration of numerous individuals since the late 1940s. However, their presence has significantly decreased in recent years. Beyond this, very little is known of SCP-4833's purpose, modus operandi, or fundamental nature. They have only been encountered indirectly by Foundation agents through events SCP-4833 has orchestrated. Testimonies from several survivors indicate that SCP-4833's ultimate goal is the institution of a "state of harmony"; what this entails is unknown. SCP-4833's anomalous properties seem to centre around memory and music. In most of the forms in which the Foundation have encountered them, they appear either as a performing orchestra or as a musical supply shop. Sightings of SCP-4833 members invariably mention that they are "masked". However, due to the amnestic effects all such individuals have suffered, further details are unclear. SCP-4833 was first brought to the Foundation's attention in the mid-1970s. A dedicated Foundation taskforce was established shortly after with the express purpose of investigating and tracking down SCP-4833. Although this taskforce has not succeeded in tracking down any member of SCP-4833 to date, they have provided a great deal of information which has aided in containing SCP-4833 activity on a wider scale. Timeline of SCP-4833 1947: Believed to be the beginning of SCP-4833's activities. Subjects begin to be kidnapped worldwide, with a particular concentration in the vicinity of Yellowstone National Park. 1964: First mass-experimentation, taking place in Boise, Idaho. Due to pressure from the GOC and various other organisations, SCP-4833 is believed to have relocated its primary base of operations to ████████ County, ███████. 1969: SCP-4833 opens a musical supply shop known as "Syncope Symphony" in the town of [REDACTED]. No anomalous activity initially present. Autumn 1975: Mass cognitohazardous event taking place at Lake ███████████. Although no conclusive evidence linking this to SCP-4833 has been found, the nature of the anomaly fits SCP-4833's modus operandi. 1976: Series of experiments performed by SCP-4833 at Kirk Lonwood High School and ███████ High School. The schools and towns in question were swiftly evacuated and Foundation control was enforced. The "Syncope Symphony" musical supply shop was found abandoned upon a Foundation raid. 1977: The number of subjects kidnapped by SCP-4833 sharply decreases when compared to 1976, beginning a trend which has continued to the present. Figures in the anomalous underground have speculated that this is due to SCP-4833 achieving its goals at some point in 1976, with further kidnappings simply being a way of "fine-tuning". 1988: Last known encounter between Foundation personnel and an individual altered by SCP-4833 prior to 2019. 2019: Incident 4833-8C (see below). +Addendum 4833-1: Interview Log -Addendum 4833-1: Interview Log The following is a log of Agent John Hardcastle's interaction with an anomalous reality-bender. Date: 09/11/1988 Location: Traktir na Zabytyy, a bar in Arkhangelsk, Soviet Union. Notes: Agent Hardcastle had spent several months researching the earliest records of SCP-4833's experiments. He had come across records indicating that one Vasily Stroganov, an individual known to Agent Hardcastle, had been the subject of SCP-4833 experiments in the late 1940s. Mr. Stroganov was tracked down to Arkhangelsk and interviewed alone by Agent Hardcastle. <Begin Log> Agent Hardcastle activates his camera. He is in a wide, deserted alleyway; it is snowing heavily. A sign can be seen saying "трактир".1 He moves towards the doorway and enters. The interior is dark, and dirty. The walls are undecorated brick, and a few tables are scattered around the place. The bartender is an overweight middle-aged man who is clearly inebriated. Another man - Vasily Stroganov - is slumped over a glass of vodka. There is nobody else in the establishment. Agent Hardcastle: (in Russian) Vodka, please. The bartender fetches a glass of vodka. As he does so, Stroganov sits upright and stares at Agent Hardcastle, who nods at him. The bartender gives the drink to Agent Hardcastle. Agent Hardcastle: (in Russian) Much custom this time of year? Bartender: (in Russian) A bit. You American? Agent Hardcastle: (in Russian) English. But don't worry—I'm one of the good ones. Bartender: (in Russian) There are no good Englishmen. But there are no good Russians either. Agent Hardcastle hands the bartender a thick wad of ruble notes. Agent Hardcastle: (in Russian) Here's a little tip, for some, uh, privacy. The bartender looks through the money, nods, and shuffles into the back room. Agent Hardcastle pulls up a seat next to Stroganov. Stroganov: Shit. Agent Hardcastle: Hello, Vasily. It's been a while, hasn't it? Stroganov: Please, just leave me alone. You promised to leave me alone. After Buda, after I saved— Agent Hardcastle: I'm sorry, Vasily, I really am. I didn't want to be here, but there's something bigger than you or I going on. Stroganov: I'm an old man, John, I can't help you. I live in a shitty apartment in a concrete building nobody cares about, watching the snow go past. I don't even have heating. The empires I used to… Stroganov shakes his head, and does not speak for several seconds. Stroganov: Just go away. Agent Hardcastle: I can't. I wish I could, but I can't. I need you to tell me about Syncope, Vasily. Stroganov visibly tenses. Stroganov: No. No, no no. Go away, John, you don't know what you're dealing with. Agent Hardcastle: Children, Vasily. Just like you were. I need to know what happened in 1954. Stroganov: No. I can't. Please, I can't. Agent Hardcastle: We can take you in. Set you up somewhere nicer, somewhere— Stroganov: It doesn't matter where you set me up, it'll all be the same. Stroganov takes a large swig of vodka. Stroganov: Have you been here long? What do you think of the city? Agent Hardcastle: That's not—it's fine, I guess. Same as any other Soviet city I've been to—big, filled with concrete. Another cold and obscure Russian town. Stroganov: This town doesn't feel obscure to its residents. It's the biggest city for hundreds of miles. But for a man in the West, a man looking at the map of the world, it seems like the farthest outpost of civilisation. Everything you think anchors you is just a minute island washing through an endless sea. There's always another design, bigger than the last, that's what they told me, and they'll find me, John. I can't tell you anything. Agent Hardcastle: You've already helped me, Vasily. They believe in a "design, bigger than the last". That's enough. Come on. We can keep you comfortable, safe. You can tell me all about what those powers are that you never wanted to reveal to me. It's not like the old days. We're kinder now. Gentler. Stroganov: This place will be obscure too. This time, this place, that footage on your camera. The 1980s. What will people think of it? Agent Hardcastle: A glorious decade. Stroganov: For some. For others, I think it'll be remembered as a dark place. Cold and full of uncertainty, like wading through a lake at night. Agent Hardcastle: All the more reason to improve the world, then. And we can start with Syncope. Stroganov: But they're barely even a player any more. Didn't you know that? Hardly anyone's been taken these last few years. They've found what they were looking for. Can't you leave them alone? Can't you leave us all well enough alone? Let me die in the cold, John, let me forget what a miserable waste I've been. I don't want to go back. Agent Hardcastle: They're taking children, Vasily. Stroganov: I don't care. Agent Hardcastle sighs heavily. Agent Hardcastle: Then I'll have to take you in by force. Stroganov stares at Agent Hardcastle for several seconds. Stroganov: Who was Marcie, John? Agent Hardcastle moves back sharply. Agent Hardcastle: I—I don't know what you mean. Stop it. Stroganov: Marcie Green. A village girl, who would dance on the moors. Practising for a life you both knew she'd never have. You'd sneak out of boarding school to watch her. Agent Hardcastle: I—I don't don't please— Stroganov: Your first kiss. You talked of running away together. But your parents found out and you were taken away. You were seventeen. The last summer of your life. Agent Hardcastle: I said I'd wait… Stroganov: But you didn't. You went off. She probably did too, but I can't see that much. The Marcie in your head is just a shadow, a shade, a frail copy that only tells a fraction of the story of the original. Why don't you go back, John? Go—God, I'm sorry. Agent Hardcastle: Go back to the fields… Stroganov: Y—yes. Go back. I'm sorry, John, I'm sorry… Agent Hardcastle collapses, gibbering for several seconds before expiring. Stroganov stares into space, mutely crying, for several seconds. Stroganov: I had to. I had to. They'll never get out of my head. They want it too badly, don't you see? Don't you know what you did? Stroganov shakes his head, and screws his eyes closed. The feed flickers and cuts out. <End Log> You remember Hardcastle. He'd been at Site 90 when you'd just started out at the Foundation, back in the late 80s. He'd been a mentor to you, fresh from your doctorate and hungry for knowledge. A few months later he'd disappeared. Transferred, you'd been told. Now he barely existed at all. Not many people left to remember him, and they'll be dead soon. This document immortalises him, but only as a description of a recording. An abstraction of abstraction. You light up a cigarette, and keep watching the footage. The cameraman is at home now. His mum's clothes are old-fashioned even for the time period—she looks like a faded 50s housewife, smiling a perfect smile at the camera. Her anachronism is flawed, though, and little bits of the contemporary are sneaking in. The father smiles. Short-sleeved shirt, old-fashioned watch, beer can, sunglasses. A man who never thinks he's out of place and always is. You know these people. They're the same as any thousands of parents who live today, but their past placement still changes them, alters them. They're not the same. They're too natural to be from back then. You must have been, what—13? 14, back in 1976? It's become a lost time even to you. You only remember flashes. A woman smiling, a father laughing. That person you fell in love with. Teachers with strange faces. Grains on old camera footage. Black and white, colour TV. Shadows of shadows. You return to the file. +Addendum 4833-2: Recovered Documents -Addendum 4833-2: Recovered Documents The following documents were recovered from the personal effects of Agent Valerie Kowalski after her suicide in 1997. They were compiled by her in the course of her investigation into SCP-4833. The text of these documents is transcribed below. Document 1: Copy of a page of an MC&D shipping manifest, detailing goods imported into the USA from 1947. Date Item number Item Units Price Notes 08/05 SS-13 French horn 1 $11,099 Strong amnesiac effect; forces the user to forget key aspects of their childhood. 08/05 SS-14 Copy of book, "Visions of the 20th Century: 1940-1970" 1 $1,120 Non-anomalous, but contains impossibly accurate predictions and photographs known to be taken after its date of publication. 14/10 SS-15 Prototype "amnesiac" drug 30 $45,900 Taken from SCP Foundation "Q" Facility. 14/10 SS-16 Bassoons 16 $56,900 Possesses a memory-restoration effect; experimentation into implanted memories ongoing. 14/10 SS-17 Yellowstone Park Visitors' Guide c. 1970 1 $20,000 Obtained from SCP Foundation "Q" Facility; tagged with label "Department of Temporal Anomalies." 19/11 SS-18 Documents and items recovered from the Marianas Trench 7 $101,000 No further information provided by Ms. Dark. 28/11 SS-19 Wooden violin 1 $3,250 Non-anomalous, but due to sourcing of the wood from Yggdrasil, is particularly susceptible to anomalous alterations. Document 2: Message from Foundation Facility "Q" in 1959. To: Director Holloway From: Researcher Brown Date: 16/07/1959 MESSAGE BEGIN Regarding Subject BH12: little response observed in hippocampus despite extensive tests. Researchers also concerned about safety of their own memories—asbestos suits effective but staff increasingly reluctant to use due to health concerns. Recommend funding for Gregory's new formaldehyde-lined suits. Symptoms of BH12 remain constant; complete absence of own memories, but consistent belief that they are a schoolchild in 1976, despite lack of ability to give accurate information on events after 1954 and ignorance of much of recent history. Infective capacities, however, seem to have increased; curious obsession with exploration of WW2-era bunkers recently noted. Observations continue. P.S. Deirdre and I once again want to thank you for dinner last night—when can we return the invitation? Deirdre's eager to try out her new electric skillet on something really ambitious. MESSAGE END Document 3: Extracts from a report of unknown provenance concerning contained anomalies in Foundation Facility "Q" at the time of its closure, 1968. Anomalous Subject 1 is a male, aged 19. Subject was incarcerated by the Foundation following demonstration of anomalous memory-altering abilities. Subject was anomalously alterered at an unknown point in 1966. Subject described experimenters as wearing "white carnival masks". Subject is capable of temporal alteration; they can specifically change events which they percieved prior to 1966, but only to a highly limited degree and with minimal alteration to the overall flow of events. Very little has been changed except for the events of a road trip taking place in 1965, and the outcome of brief romance subject had with his classmate Valerie Smith in 1964. Subject is incapable of retaining any long-term memories which occurred after the experimentation performed on them. They believe the year is still 1966, and often believe they are still being experimented upon. Recommend transfer to Site 107 for experimentation by the Department of Temporal Anomalies. Anomalous Subject 88 is a female, aged 36. Subject is believed to have undergone significant anomalous alteration in 1949, to a degree that permanently damaged their cognitive capacity. Subject appears obsessed with the Marianas Trench, and frequently talks about it being a "sheer fall off the edge of the world." Notably, statements by subject are highly consistent with [REDACTED]. Subject has an advanced piano-playing ability not known to be present prior to the experimentation. Subject speaks in an unknown language2 during all times where the piano has been played. O5 Command has ordered subject to be transferred to Site-01 immediately. However, due to dissent from the Ethics Committee over [REDACTED] vivisection, this order has been temporarily halted. Anomalous Subject 212 was a female, whose age at death was 30 years. Incarcerated since 1959. Subject's memories are entirely replaced by memories of an unknown 17-year-old schoolchild, claiming to be from 1976. Subject's predictions of events in the last decade have proven to be entirely incorrect, however: claimed that events such as the assassination of a "President Kennedy" and a war between the United States of America and an unknown entity called "North Vietnam" (possibly related to 3rd century Triệu dynasty/Republic of Hanoi?) would occur in the 1960s and 70s. Subject possessed anomalous memory-replacement abilities against all unprotected individuals to come within a 5 metre radius. Subject found hanged on 09/10/1969, shortly before Facility "Q"'s closure and implementation of Site system. No note was found; however, a series of pencil drawings of a violin, a WW2-era bunker, and a "Super 8" film camera of unknown brand were found in her quarters, having apparently been composed shortly before her suicide. Document 4: Video Log of footage recovered from a Super 8 film camera. Found in a small cave in Idaho in 1985. Image found among other effects of Agent Kowalski. It is believed to be an enhanced3 still from the footage described in Document 4. <Begin Log> 00.00.00 to 00.00.43: The video opens on an unknown hillside, with a landscape reminiscent of the American midwest but with the colours differing significantly from baseline reality. A small settlement or town can be seen at the bottom of the hill; it is reminiscent of many towns in America from the mid-1970s. A large cloud, reminiscent of a vortex, can be seen over the town. It is intermittently red and black in colouration. Several indistinct grey shapes can be seen emerging from it and heading towards the town. The camera's movements are consistent with being held by an individual familiar with its use. The weather is, however, causing significant shaking. 00.00.43 to 00.08.54: The cameraman begins to run heavily up the hill. The image here is blurry, and details are indistinct. 00.08.54 to 00.09.02: The cameraman briefly drops the camera. While picking it up, he is briefly visible: a white male in his mid-teens, with a violin case strapped to their back. Beyond a long hairstyle typical of the 1970s, no other details are clearly visible. 00.09.02-00.11.12: The cameraman begins to run again. After a couple of minutes, he comes across a cave. A light can be seen shining from within. 00.11.12-00.14.33: The cameraman enters the cave. A thin, rose-tinted film can be seen stretched across the centre of the cave. Crude graffiti which reads "SAFE HOUS" can be seen on the far side of the cave, beyond the film. The cameraman lets the camera fall to his side, and walks forward, towards the film. He switches the camera off shortly before entry. 00.14.44-00.15.27: The video opens onto an image of the cameraman, now severely emaciated. He is talking to the camera, but due to localised image distortion, it is not clear what he is saying. His speech becomes increasingly desperate, before he turns off the camera. The colouration of the environment is now correct. 00.15.27-00.17.38: The video opens onto the hillside, as seen from the cave entrance. The jolts to the camera seem to show the cameraman limping. He is moving towards the edge of the cave, and appears to retch and throw up before continuing onwards. 00.17.38-00.18.03: The camera is pointed at the former site of the town. It is in ruins, but large scaffolding and construction materials can be seen across it. Thousands of indistinct but apparently identical humanoids can be seen engaged in construction work; nobody else is visible. All are wearing identical orange jumpsuits. The extreme weather seen in the earlier version is not present. 00.18.03-00.18.07: The camera is dropped and the image abruptly cuts out. 00.18.07-00.19.25: The camera is picked up. Its angle points towards the town, which now resembles Boise, Idaho in the mid-1940s. 00.19.25-00.19.30: The camera turns towards the cameraman—their face and hands are now indistinct, and not visible due to image distortion. From what is visible, the cameraman appears to be screaming. The camera is turned off. 00.19.30-00.19.35: The video opens on the interior of the cave. Several words can be seen scrawled on the wall in black marker: "Synapse", "Sibilance", "Signs", "Sayonara", "The Sybil". One word has been circled: "Syncope". 00.19.35-00.19.49: The camera turns towards the cameraman. They are clearly no longer emaciated: their face and hands suffer the same distortion, but markedly worse. They are wearing a white Venetian mask. The camera is turned off. There is a place that nobody talks about. It's buried miles under Yellowstone Park, and it's a mystery even to the Foundation which created it. It's the one thing which truly terrifies them. The primary purpose of this place, this cavernous expanse of steel and concrete, is repopulation, reconstruction, restoration. But there are things buried in it that have a broader purpose. Scranton Reality Anchors, the XACTS, other buried machines you know nothing about. Things which alter time and change causality in ways which are subtle, unknown, unheard. Sometimes, things might fall through the cracks. Smoke clouds your eyes as you stare into space, deep in thought. You're too absorbed to notice changes on the screen, as the reel churns and churns through its ancient pictures. A group of friends, laughing in front of their lockers, talking about some forgotten joke or gossipping about unknown persons. The content is not preserved—only the form of it. A boy, unseen by the cameraman but in the background of the shot, is seen writing on a piece of paper. His eyes and face are serious, in concentration. He looks up occasionally, twitchy and nervous. Beside him lies a violin case. You don't see the boy—you've already turned back to the file. He's not a part of your memory, that other image of an image of something that might have been real. Was he ever really there? +Incident 4833-8C -Incident 4833-8C On 26/01/2019, a hostile takeover of the abandoned auditorium at ███████ High School was initiated by SCP-4833. Foundation operatives swiftly secured the site, and quickly ascertained that only a single member of SCP-4833 was present. Agent O'Hara was sent to interview and detain the instance. The following is a log of her personal camera feed. <Begin Log> The member of SCP-4833 (henceforth designated SCP-4833-A) is standing in the centre of the auditorium's stage. Their appearance is heavily distorted, but their gait, posture and movements are consistent with an elderly human male. They are wearing a white carnival mask, and the outfit typical of American conductors of the mid-20th century. They are holding a golden violin. Around them lie a large number of items of clothing. These resemble the outfits worn by orchestra members from around the world during the early-to-mid 20th century. Agent O'Hara: Hello there. I was wondering if I could have a chat with you for a moment. SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: It's OK. I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to understand who you are, and why you're doing this. SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: I—I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean. I don't know of any bunker—do you mean one of our sites? SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: No, that's not—OK. Look. Maybe we started on the wrong foot here. Could you tell me about the rest of the Symphony? Your co-performers? SCP-4833-A gestures to the clothes around it. SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: …They're just—they're only clothes. SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: They—died? Your kind can— SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: Oh… I see. SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: So it wasn't a plan at all. You faded. You declined. SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] SCP-4833-A picks up its violin, taking a couple of steps towards Agent O'Hara. The latter pulls out a pistol and trains it on SCP-4833-A. Agent O'Hara: Why did you experiment on children? SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: What do you mean, like you? SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: And the lake? SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: I—what? SCP-4833-A's hands are seen to visibly tremble. It seems to struggle against some unseen force centred on the violin. Agent O'Hara: What do you mean, "interpretation"? SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: N—no. There's always a meaning. Sometimes, things aren't hidden behind themselves. SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: There's no other force at play. There can't be. There's just you, and your musicians, and the children you did this to. Memory's just another method of recording. I don't know where you came from, but you're as flesh and blood as I. There's nothing mysterious about you, and nothing that made you do this. SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: Then what the hell did? SCP-4833-A plays a note on its violin. Agent O'Hara's right arm falls to her side, and drops her gun. SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: Wh—what the hell did— SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: I don't care. You took children. What even are you? I can't see your face. Memory doesn't do that. SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: You didn't have to make them remember. Their lives weren't worth that. And you failed. SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: There is no bunker! There are no past words, or forgotten peoples! You conned your followers into joining you, and they all left and died. Nobody was forgotten! There's only you! History is singular. The truth is singular. You are explicable, what happened to the class of '76 is explicable, I—I'll find it, I'll find the truth. SCP-4833-A begins to play the violin; a melody beginning with a slow tempo, gradually increasing in speed and pitch. SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: M—music doesn't have a consciousness. It just seems th— SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: It's not—she didn't want me—no, no not— SCP-4833-A: [DISTORTION] Agent O'Hara: It was the last summer. University next year. I had a walkman, and it rained. I asked her after, and she said it wasn't a fight, b—but I remembered it differently. Which is the truth? SCP-4833-A's playing is becoming increasingly rapid. They appear to be lurching away from the violin. Agent O'Hara: The hills were green. We were—I used to play the guitar, she played the drums. Her parents didn't like what we were, but that didn't m—matter to us, we were going to be great. Red sky over the horizon. SCP-4833-A is now playing at a speed and complexity impossible in humans. With a great wrench, they detach themselves from the violin, collapsing to the floor. The violin hovers in the air, continuing to play. Agent O'Hara: What are we? Who are we? Don't you remember? SCP-4833-A is now clutching its head; it makes a distorted sound, believed to be a scream. The violin continues to play at impossible speeds. Agent O'Hara: Don't you remember? Several figures can be seen to appear around the edges of the concert hall. They all possess heavily disfigured faces, and are facing Agent O'Hara. Agent O'Hara: I remember. The camera feed cuts out. <End Log> Shortly following this, backup was able to gain entry to the auditorium. SCP-4833-A, the clothing, the violin and the disfigured humanoids had disappeared. Agent O'Hara was found, fully conscious. Upon debriefing, she claimed to have no recollection of anyone or anything being present in the auditorium. A girl is smiling in a hallway. She laughs at some unheard joke her friend is telling her. A teacher walks past, a worried expression on her face. The sun is shining through a window. The picture quality washes the scene in grainy light. That hallway never existed, any more. This reel was recovered from the bottom of the Marianas Trench, along with a few other tiny fragments. In the dark, buried beyond where any man could go, the only place anything has ever been found of the things that once were. Nobody remembers her. All you see is some light on a page, an image, a shadow of a shade that happens to resemble this creature from long ago. It's not a memory, but a flicker that indicates that something, anything, once moved there. The reel ends. Its sound echoes through the room: click, click, click. White and black lines flicker across the screen, as you sit there, cigarette smoke filling the air in front of your blank face. One day, you will never have been either. Some disaster or trivial catastrophe will happen, and the whole rigmarole will start again. A bunker, a lever, deaths and endings. A movement will end—but the symphony will go on forever. And even if it doesn't, even if all fails, your own life will be gone. It will be extinguished as so many others were. You will be a corpse, a skeleton, dust, a thing that never was, and nobody will remember you. The trees will grow over your grave. Flowers will dance. Humans will linger on, then die, or spread out among the stars with no memory of their homeland. The Earth will crack and burn, and the molecules will die, and the atoms will die, and the dark will consume them all. What few scattered waves remain will dissipate, and nothing will ever have happened. An infinity with no concept of itself. Or maybe not. You pick up your lighter and burn the documents, watching each lick of flame consume them. You stand up, your face stark against the flickering lights, and walk out of the room. Nothing beside remains. Footnotes 1. Russian for "Tavern". 2. Analysis by linguists has revealed significant similarities to the Algonquian languages, especially Potawatomi. 3. Using advanced Kowalski-Argent technology developed by the Foundation in the late 1980s. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4833" by Tufto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4833. 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: syncope.jpg Author: Woedenaz License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: doc4.jpg Name: pink leafed tree under the blue sky Author: Jr Korpa License: Public Domain Source Link: Unsplash |
SCP-4834 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4834 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4834 is to be kept in a secure object container with one Xyank-Anastankos Constant Temporal Sink mounted on the outside at all times. SCP-4834-1 through SCP-4834-5 are to be watched by agents in their respective areas. No entry is to be allowed at any time. Description: SCP-4834 is the corpse of Temporal Studies Researcher Christopher Ferris, a former Foundation employee, who died on January 13, 2016. Despite this, Ferris' corpse was unable to be recovered until October 13, 2018. SCP-4834 has a damaged Xyank Temporal Manipulator (XTM) embedded in its arm that generates a temporal desynchronization field around SCP-4834. As a result, SCP-4834 is unaffected by the flow of time in the area around it, and it has remained unchanged since Ferris' death. SCP-4834 will teleport to a set of five locations when uncontained. Upon arriving at a location, SCP-4834 will cause one of two different additional timelines, designated Timeline A and Timeline B, to appear and overwrite the baseline timeline. Neither of these timelines are the baseline timeline, and locations will revert back to the baseline after SCP-4834 teleports to a new location. SCP-4834 will remain in a location until disturbed, at which point it will teleport to a different location out of the five. On January 11, 2016, Site-23 Director Matthews received a message on their computer reading "Watch where Ferris goes" with a send date of October 17, 2018. Director Matthews dispatched a security team to apprehend Ferris and examine the data on his XTM. Ferris attempted to flee Site-23, and was presumed dead two days later when he vanished from inside his car while fleeing agents. Three hours later, a team was sent to investigate Ferris' car and witnessed him reappearing by his car soon after arrival, opening fire on him and killing him. One of the rounds struck his XTM during this engagement, damaging it. At this point, SCP-4834 gained its anomalous properties, and teleported away. It was not recovered until being intercepted at SCP-4834-5 on October 13, 2018. Following Ferris' death, investigations into his activities revealed that he had been using Foundation-sanctioned trips and his XTM for unauthorized purposes, deviating from his set travel path to instead visit several locations unrelated to his work in the Department of Temporal Studies. Ferris recorded his trips to these locations, and is suspected to have interfered heavily in past events multiple times in each location. His interference is suspected to have caused severe damage to the timeline, possibly having caused a TM-Class Restoration Event where all evidence of his interference was removed from the main timeline. The collateral damage of this event is unclear. SCP-4834 has teleported to five locations, designated SCP-4834-1 through SCP-4834-5. All information on the instances was gathered by exploration teams in the time period between Ferris' death and SCP-4834's containment SCP-4834-1: An apartment complex in Norfolk, Virginia. In Timeline A, only one apartment is occupied, with very little furniture present. Only a refrigerator and microwave are present in the kitchen, and the single bed appears to barely fit two people. In Timeline B, various reports of the New York Stock Exchange and sports results for 2017 are scattered across the bed. Blood is present on the bathroom floor, with a blood-covered metal water bottle lying on the bedroom floor. Paperwork in the front desk present in both timelines shows the apartment is registered to Ferris. Notably, whenever Ferris returned from a trip in which he actually went to SCP-4834-1 while he was still alive, he required medical treatment for blunt force trauma to various body parts. SCP-4834-2: A stretch of gravel road located near Charleston, South Carolina. In Timeline A, a BMW 3 Series is flipped onto its roof in the middle of the road. An ambulance is present nearby, with a stretcher leaned against the rear doors. In Timeline B, a wooden barrier is across the road, and the BMW is crashed into a tree to the left of the barrier. A human corpse is present in the vehicle, with the cause of death determined to be blunt force trauma from crashing into the tree. Paperwork in the glove box shows the car as registered to a Matthew Ferris in both timelines. Genetic testing of the corpse showed similarities to Ferris, but no match could be established to the corpse otherwise. SCP-4834-3: A Methodist church in Ellicott City, Maryland. In Timeline A, the roofing is partially collapsed around the altar area, and a female human corpse is crushed underneath the rubble. A name tag lists their name as Julia Ferris, and genetic testing showed similarities to Ferris. Similarly to the corpse in SCP-4834-2 Timeline B, no match could be established for the corpse. In Timeline B, much of the roofing is collapsed onto the pews and forty-seven corpses are present. Signs of a hasty and poor quality repair job are present in the portions of the roof that are not collapsed, and are suspected to have caused such a massive collapse. All corpses have been identified as members of the congregation that are alive in the baseline timeline. Ferris is listed as a frequent donator of the church in both timelines, despite never having attended in the baseline. Of note is that Ferris often requested construction materials before misusing trips to travel to both SCP-4834-2 and SCP-4834-3. SCP-4834-4: A small street alley in Chicago, Illinois. In Timeline A, a male human corpse with a gunshot wound to the chest is in the center of the alley. An empty wallet is next to the corpse, and a handgun is on the ground by the entrance of the alley. In Timeline B, a female corpse with several gunshot wounds is slumped against a wall in the side of the alley next to a bloody knife. An empty handgun of the same model from Timeline A is on the opposite side of the alley, and a trail of blood leads out of the alley. Both corpses have been identified as Ferris' parents, who both died in a robbery in 2013 that was suspected to have been a result of the TM-Class event. The blood on the knife and in the trail in Timeline B matched Andrew Lemmings, the robber who killed Ferris' parents, and is currently serving prison time. Ferris' notes indicate he was preparing to use Foundation high-caliber arms on his next trip to SCP-4834-4. SCP-4834-5: A former Foundation safehouse near Green Bay, Wisconsin. In Timeline A, various components determined to be from Ferris' XTM are scattered on a table, along with newspaper clippings containing obituaries from the individuals in SCP-4834-2 and SCP-4834-3. These clippings are the only other known reference to those individuals. The terminal within the safehouse is logged on to Ferris' account, but contains nothing except an empty message to Site-26's Director Office. In Timeline B, the front door is broken down, and scraps of metal and newspaper clippings are mixed with pieces of a table scattered on the floor. The terminal within is also broken, with the storage drive removed. Unlike other instances, Ferris' notes indicate he only traveled to SCP-4834-5 once, departing and returning on January 9, 2016. The location is listed as a "failsafe" in Ferris' notes, although it is unclear what Ferris meant by this. Incident 4834-1 On October 17, 2018, Researcher Ferris appeared within SCP-4834-5 and immediately triggered lockdown procedures, sealing it off and causing cameras present within SCP-4834-5 to begin recording. Begin Log Ferris begins rummaging through the drawers of the desk, removing a slip of paper with an override code to the terminal on it. He then proceeds to activate the terminal, accessing the Foundation Intranet. Ferris: Oh thank god, it's still here. Okay, this can still be fixed. Ferris removes a small metal device from his pocket and affixes it to the side of the terminal. A sudden burst of temporal radiation temporarily scrambles the cameras, causing visual static, and Ferris is seen pushed away from the terminal. Ferris: No, no no no. Not yet. Just stick with me a little longer… The storage drive on the terminal begins fading in and out as the monitor sparks. Ferris runs back over to the terminal, attempting to deactivate the maintenance protocols. At this time, the XACTS in SCP-4834’s containment chamber suffered a failure due to unclear reasons. SCP-4834 teleported to SCP-4834-5, appearing behind Ferris. Ferris: exhales Alright, alright, time to go-oh fuck! SCP-4834 emits a burst of temporal radiation, causing the device affixed to the terminal to vanish. Ferris stumbles before restarting his XTM. Ferris: Thank god for failsafe plans, that thing looks nasty. Ferris activates his XTM, vanishing. The storage drive of the terminal fully reappears, and the terminal stops sparking. SCP-4834 remains in place until recovery teams arrive at SCP-4834-5. End Log The Department of Temporal Studies is currently attempting to access the data of SCP-4834's XTM in order to correlate Ferris' notes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4834" by Brewsterion 1017, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4834. 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-4835 | keter | SCP-4835 Item №: SCP-4835 Special Containment Procedures: Recontainment of SCP-4835 is extremely high-priority for the Foundation. Its location is currently unknown; any information which may assist in solving this problem should be shared with personnel involved in the containment of SCP-4835. Currently, it is believed that SCP-4835 can only be contained while unconscious, as it has demonstrated extreme proficiency in breaching containment while conscious. Therefore, if SCP-4835 is recaptured by the Foundation, it is to be permanently anaesthetised and stored within a Standard Containment Chamber. Show Archived Containment Procedures Hide Archived Containment Procedures SCP-4835 is to be stored in a Standard Containment Chamber with the following amendment; the chamber is to be fitted with a drainage system and tank to store the substance excreted by SCP-4835. Description: SCP-4835 is a sapient cow hand puppet. It has the ability to communicate with humans telepathically as well as to comprehend spoken words. SCP-4835 is mobile and travels by expelling large quantities of milk from the opening in which a hand would be inserted during use as a regular puppet. This milk is entirely non-anomalous and is currently consumed by personnel working at Site-74. The object is cooperative and shows no desire to breach containment. However, it presents extreme aversion towards the usage of itself as a standard hand puppet, claiming that it would have a negative effect on the user and the anomaly. Due to the utility of SCP-4835 and the difficulty of placing it on a hand, attempting to confirm or deny this assertion is forbidden. Addendum 4835-1: Interview Transcript In order to develop the Foundation’s knowledge about SCP-4835, an interview was authorised. Due to the way in which SCP-4835 communicates, the interview has been transcribed by Dr. Holden. Interviewed: SCP-4835 Interviewer: Dr. Holden Foreword: This interview was conducted with the anomaly laying on a table. Dr. Holden had requested this, as the room in which the interview took place lacked a system to remove the milk produced while SCP-4835 is hovering. <Begin Log> Dr. Holden: Greetings, SCP-4835. SCP-4835: Greetings to you too, Doctor. Why do you bring me to this place today? Dr. Holden: I was just wondering how you came to exist. You’re aware that you’re the only sapient cow puppet that we know of? SCP-4835: Yes, yes. I truly am one of a kind. I am afraid I cannot tell you when or how I first came into being, but I can assure you that my consciousness has existed in many vessels. Dr. Holden: What’re these ‘many vessels’? Do you remember them? SCP-4835: Not all of them, but many. My previous residence was within the horn of an ox. Oh, how I miss the endless green pastures. I long for a herd of my own. Maybe, some day, I will return to those lands, return to my family. Dr. Holden: Ah, sorry about that. You’re okay here, right? SCP-4835: No, I will apologise. I became, as you humans say, sidetracked. But yes, I possess no desire to leave this facility of my own accord. Do you wish to pose further questions towards me? Dr. Holden: If that’s okay with you, then yes. You seem to not be the biggest fan of being worn on people’s hands. Is it alright if I ask why? SCP-4835: My residence in this bovine effigy has not been lengthy, and I do not yet know what I am capable of. However, I fear that the usage of my current vessel as a child’s toy may cause harm in some ways, both to myself and the human who I have been equipped upon. I remain unaware of how exactly my effects will manifest. And I do not wish to destroy my current form. It takes tens of thousands of years, drifting through realities, before I can possess another object. Dr. Holden: Ah. Thanks for telling me what you know. Is there else anything you’d like to say? SCP-4835: Yes, I have two requests. May you sterilise the system which transports my milk? I fear pathogens may be corrupting my offerings. And may we liase regularly? This conversation alleviates my feelings of loneliness. Dr. Holden: Mmhm. I’ll keep both of those in mind. Thanks for your time. <End Log> Closing Statement: Both of the requests made by SCP-4835 were honoured. A complete sterilisation of the tubes transporting milk was performed, and Dr. Holden has scheduled weekly interviews with the anomaly. Addendum 4835-2: Incident 4835/A On 2019/03/17, Dr. Holden was unable to perform his weekly interview with SCP-4835 as he was suffering from an illness. The interview still took place, with Junior Researcher Albertson as the interviewer. Interviewed: SCP-4835 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Albertson Foreword: This interview was conducted with the anomaly laying on a table, as per the previous interviews. <Begin Log> SCP-4835: You do not appear to be the doctor. Have you transferred to a new form? I rather enjoyed my conversations with him. Albertson: No, no. He’s just ill. Don’t you worry, he’ll be back for next week. SCP-4835: How has he contracted this illness? Was it from my milk? I requested specifically that it be sterilised. Albertson: Your milk tube was cleaned when you asked, remember? And it’s been happening during your weekly conversations. He’s just got flu. SCP-4835: Move closer to my vessel. I sense something out of the ordinary. Albertson: (Moving closer to SCP-4835) Alright…? What do you mean? SCP-4835: Your breath has an odour, it awakens memories in me. But they are blurred. What did you consume most recently? Albertson: A beef burger, why? SCP-4835: I know of a burger, but I am not familiar with beef. May you enlighten me? Albertson: It’s meat from a cow, they’re bred fo- SCP-4835: You consume the flesh of my brethren‽ Is this done regularly‽ Albertson: No, no. I meant meat from a sheep. We’d never eat your ki- SCP-4835: My siblings are slaughtered routinely for their flesh. You humans disgust me. I should never have remained within this prison. SCP-4835 begins to release large quantities of milk, which forms a sphere around the object. SCP-4835 then rises extremely rapidly, exiting the room through the ceiling. Albertson: Shit. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4835 rose through seven floors of the facility, exiting out of the roof. Its current location is unknown. Due to the presence of this anomalous ability, SCP-4835 has been reclassified to Keter. Addendum 4835-2: Recontainment Attempt In the days following the containment breach of SCP-4835, news outlets reported drastically increased rates of attacks on slaughterhouses. Each attack had several similarities: The facilities had all specialised in the slaughter of bovines. The machinery involved in slaughter had been heavily damaged. All bovines stored in the facilities were freed. Large quantities of milk were discovered in several areas within the slaughterhouses. Due to the fact that these attacks appeared to align with the opinions of SCP-4835, Mobile Task Force Lambda-11 ("Got Beef?") was instructed to create an ambush inside a slaughterhouse near the location of several attacks, which had not yet been affected. Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 2019/03/29 Exploration Team: MTF Lambda-11 Subject: SCP-4835 Location: Douglass Slaughterhouse, Cornwall, England <BEGIN LOG> L-3: We’ve been waiting six hours. Are you guys sure it’s coming? L-1: They told us to wait. So we’ll wait. Imagine the punishment we’ll get if we just stroll off and this cow wrecks everything. A noise of breaking metal is heard in the background. L-3: Finally. Did you guys hear that? L-2: Yeah. Commander, what’re our orders? L-1: Hold tight. Seb, you got the flamethrower working yet? L-4: Yes. My orders are to stay behind, but cook up some roast beef if necessary. Correct? L-1: Sounds about right. Charlie, any more sounds? L-3: Ugh, no. Jesus, this is boring. And how the hell will a flamethrower fight this thing? It’s got a bloody milk hose. L-4: This thing’ll boil that milk like it’s not even there. Don’t you worry. L-2: Quit getting horny over your gun, Seb. I think I might have eyes on the anomaly. A small amount of a white fluid, presumably milk, is visible at the far end of the slaughterhouse. L-3: Mmm, pretty sure that’ll be it. Commander? L-1: Move in, carefully. We’ve got no clue what it might be capable of. L-2: Alright. Guns loaded? L-1: Yeah, you’ll need them. L-3: What’re you guys stressing about? It’s just a puppet. L-1: Didn’t you read the file? L-3: I skimmed it. It’s just a kids toy that makes a load of milk, isn’t it? L-2: Fucking hell, Charlie. It blasted off like a bloody rocket outta containment. Through seven reinforced steel ceilings. If that power’s aimed in our direction, they’ll have to scrub our remains off the walls. L-3: Shit. Anything else I should’ve known? L-1: Well, we’re not sure quite what it’s capable of yet. Anyway, we need to catch it as soon as possible. Lambda-1 begins to walk in the direction of the milk, with Lambda-2 and -3 closely behind. Lambda-4 waits near the entrance of the slaughterhouse, armed with an incendiary weapon. L-1: Careful round this corner, lads. It could be anywhere. L-2: Alright. The MTF members walk around the corner. When they have turned the corner, SCP-4835 is visible. It is hovering in the air, surrounded by damaged machinery. The ground is covered in a thin layer of milk. L-1: Anomaly, due north. Open fire! L-2: Affirmative. L-3: Alright, Greg. Several bullets are fired at the anomaly. However, it forms a sphere of milk around itself, which rapidly solidifies into a substance resembling cheese. The substance deflects the bullets before falling away, leaving SCP-4835 unharmed. L-3: Jesus fucking Christ. Greg, what the hell do we do now? L-1: Run away! The three members of personnel begin to exit the area of the slaughterhouse. However, before they are able to, SCP-4835 rises above them and blocks the corridor. L-2: Shit. Seb, you still here? L-4: Uh-huh. Sorry, wasn’t paying attention. L-1: We need the fucking flamethrower, now. Lambda 4 begins to run down to the location of SCP-4835. L-3: Oh fuck. Shit. It’s in my head. And it’s pissed. Says that it could kill us whenever it wants, but it needs to send a message. L-1: Let it talk. L-3: Says it wants the doctor to be here. The guy who used to talk to him. Lambda-4 reaches the back of the anomaly. He begins using the flamethrower on SCP-4835. L-4: Time for some beef brisket, courtesy of me. L-2: Fuck. Seb, No! Stop! SCP-4835 directs the milk expelled from itself towards Lambda-4, before increasing the speed at which it is expelled. It covers Lambda-4 in milk, before moving away to reveal several bones surrounded with liquefied skin and organs. L-2: God, you killed Seb. What the hell? L-3: Hold on one second, it’s fucking talking again. It says that it’ll let us go, and we’ve got one day to bring the doctor it used to talk to here. And it’ll wait here until then, but if he doesn’t come, we’ll be the first people it kills. L-1: Alright, Charlie. I guess we should get the fuck out of here first. Get behind me! SCP-4835 stops blocking the corridor. The surviving MTF members rapidly exit the slaughterhouse. <END LOG> Dr. Holden was escorted to Douglass Slaughterhouse within eight hours of MTF Lambda-11 relaying SCP-4835’s message to the Foundation Site. In the event that emergency neutralisation of the anomaly was possible, and necessary, he was equipped with a concealed pistol. The interview took place privately, in a closed room. <Begin Log> SCP-4835: Greetings, Doctor. Dr. Holden: Hello, SCP-4835 SCP-4835: I thought that I was able to trust humanity, Doctor. It was pleasant meeting with you daily, so much that the monotony of what you called containment did not hurt me any more. But you never explained how your species treated mine. Dr. Holden: Listen, SCP-4835. I’m so sorry you had to find out about the beef industry this way. But please, come down to me. You can sit in my hands. SCP-4835 descends from its position hovering in the air. It comes to a stop within the hands of Dr. Holden. SCP-4835: You’re aware you cannot recontain me? Even though I still tolerate you specifically, the genocide of my species which is carried out by humans is far too severe for recontainment and forgiveness to be an option. Dr. Holden: I’ve told you already, SCP-4835. I’m truly sorry for what we do. Dr. Holden, having removed his pistol from his sleeve, fires one bullet through the head of SCP-4835. It falls off of his hands and on to the floor. Dr. Holden: And I apologise for that. Dr. Holden spends several minutes ensuring that SCP-4835 no longer displays signs of consciousness. <End Log> Closing Statement: Reclassification of SCP-4835 as Neutralised is being considered; however, it is possible that the consciousness still exists in an incorporeal form. Containment procedures are currently undergoing revision. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4835" by gee0765, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4835. 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: cow1 Author: gee0765 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-4836 | safe | close Info X SCP-4836: "I Love You Bear-y Much" by: Doctor Fullham ♫ Doctor Fullham's Author Page ♫ Crit Credits: JakdragonX MalyceGraves Keetz 83.48% (+96) 16.52% (-19) -% (+0) -% (-0) Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4836 is contained in a standard Anomalous Object Storage Locker at Site-76. Testing must be observed by at least two Level 4 research personnel. Amnestics are to be administered after all tests to avoid emotional attachment to the object. Description: SCP-4836 is a stuffed children's toy, styled after a Care Bear, with a symbol of a clock embroidered on its stomach. When secured to the chest of a person who has one or fewer living biological parents, SCP-4836's effect is triggered. If the holder imagines a time period or event during their childhood in which the deceased parent was present1, their consciousness is able to experience that event or time period with perfect accuracy. The subject's body enters a comatose state when this effect is triggered and, although the body continues to age and grow, the muscles do not atrophy as would be expected during a coma. Past events are experienced in a 1:1 temporal ratio; a re-lived birthday celebration could last several hours, whereas a re-lived vacation could last one to two weeks. See test logs for further examples. A cloth tag sewn to the seam on the left leg reads: "Happy 4th Birthday Ryan, my baby bear. Anywhere, anytime, hold this close and we'll never be apart." Discovery: SCP-4836 was discovered on April 19th, 2008 at Mercy Hospital in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, USA, where 20-year-old Ryan Hoffstead regained consciousness after being in a comatose state for ten years. Hospital records state that Ryan did not show any signs of brain damage or any other documented causes of a coma. It was additionally noted that Ryan had not released his grip on a stuffed bear for the entire duration of his decade-long stay. Ryan was taken into Foundation custody and transferred to Site-11 under the guise of specialized medical care. After ascertaining the effects of SCP-4836 (See Interview Log 4836-R), it was transferred to Site-76. Ryan was given a series of amnestic treatments and enrolled in remedial education courses to facilitate reintegration into society2. During attempts to locate Ryan's family, Foundation agents retrieved a death certificate from Oklahoma County records confirming his mother Cynthia Hoffstead's death due to a vehicle collision in January 1998. The location of Ryan's father, Gregory Hoffstead, is currently unknown. SCP-4836 Test Logs Close Test Logs Subject: D-09144. Birth father living, birth mother deceased when subject was 9 years old. MEMORY RESULT NOTES Subject's sixth birthday. Subject vividly remembered their sixth birthday. Comatose state lasted nine hours. N/A Subject's tenth birthday. No reaction. N/A Subject's middle school graduation. No reaction. Subject was 13 during this event. Observations: Subjects cannot activate the effect for memories that occurred after 12 years of age, or memories wherein the now-deceased parent was not living. Subject: D-21504. Both birth parents living. MEMORY RESULT NOTES Subject's summer trip to a theme park. No reaction. N/A Subject's summer vacation between third and fourth grade. No reaction. N/A Observations: Only subjects with at least one deceased birth parent can activate the effect. Subject: D-86442. Birth mother deceased when subject was 5, birth father deceased at 7. Adopted and raised by other family until age 18. MEMORY RESULT NOTES Subject's eighth birthday. No reaction. N/A Subject's fourth birthday. Subject vividly remembered their fourth birthday, including the disappointment of not receiving the gift they wanted. Comatose state lasted seven hours. N/A Subject's birth mother's funerary service. Subject vividly remembered the service and was in an emotionally distressed state when they regained consciousness. Comatose state lasted four hours. Subject demanded to be used for additional testing and became hostile on refusal. Subject amnestized and reassigned. Observations: Foster or adopted parents are unable to trigger the effect; only the status of the subject's biological parents creates a reaction. If both biological parents are now deceased, events wherein at least one was living can trigger the effect. The probability of subjects developing emotional attachment to SCP-4836 has led to the administration of amnestics after each test. Close Test Logs Interview Log 4836-R Close Interview Log Interviewed: Ryan Hoffstead, first person to experience the effects of SCP-4836. Interviewer: Dr. Parsons, Site-11 psychologist. Foreword: Having experienced the effects of SCP-4836 for ten years, Ryan's mental state and maturity are that of a ten year old boy. Dr. Parsons was chosen because of his experience in child psychology, especially in areas relating to post-traumatic stress and parental separation anxiety. This interview took place on April 26th, 2008, one week after Ryan regained consciousness and was moved to Site-11. <Begin Log, 11:00> Dr. Parsons: Hello, Ryan. How are you today? Ryan: I'm tired, and I wanna go home. This place is weird. Dr. Parsons: Well, Ryan, once we figure out what was going on while you were in the hospital, we'll get you back home. How does that sound? Ryan shrugs. Ryan: Okay. Dr. Parsons: Okay, Ryan, what can you tell me about your bear? Ryan: It's my favorite toy. My friends all make fun of me for keeping him with me, they say only babies carry stuffies around. But my mom made him for me and, I…I love her, 'cuz she's the best mom ever! He's the best toy in the world and she made him special for me. I don't care if the other kids tease me about it. Ticker is the best. Dr. Parsons: Ticker? Ryan: Yeah, his name is Ticker! Because of the clock on his stomach. Mom and I used to sit and listen to the clock ticking when I couldn't fall asleep, and I loved Care Bears, so she made Ticker for me. I always slept with him and I….I still do. I can still…I can still smell her perfume on him… Ryan begins to cry silently. Dr. Parsons waits for him to finish before continuing. Dr. Parsons: You really loved your mother, didn't you? Ryan: Of c-course I loved her, she was the best. I m-miss her. Dr. Parsons: Of course, of course. And what about your father? Ryan: He's alright, I guess. He's always working, though. I didn't even see him until three days after she…after it happened. Dr. Parsons: It must have been very difficult for you when she passed. Ryan: I don't wanna talk about that. Dr. Parsons: Please, Ryan, we need to understand what was happening to you while you were in the hospital, and we think your bear is something very special. And your mother made that bear, so we need to know about her. Ryan: But what about what I need? I need Ticker back. If I tell you about my mom, will you give him back to me? Dr. Parsons: I'm so sorry, Ryan, but we can't do that. That bear could be very dangerous, and we want to make sure you're safe. Ryan: No, it's not dangerous! She made it for me so we'd never be apart! Please don't take her away again, you can't! Please! Ryan lunges at Dr. Parsons and begins striking him repeatedly in the face and chest. Security personnel enter the room, restrain him, and take him back to his containment room. Dr. Parsons: I'm sorry Ryan. Trust me, we're going to help you. Ryan: G-go to hell! <End Log, 11:05> Note from Dr. Parsons: Ryan is unique among all my other patients. I have rarely seen a child this attached to their parent so late in life. It is probable that a combination of the anomaly's effects, his twice-lived childhood, and his father's detachment caused this bond to develop in the way it did. We have attempted to contact his father in the hopes that reconnecting with him will aid him in his rehabilitation and education, but as of yet he has not responded. Close Interview Log Addendum 4836-J1: The following is an entry found in Ryan's journal, dated two days before his admission to Mercy hospital. It was recovered from his residence. His room appeared to have remained undisturbed since his hospitalization. Open Journal Entry Close Journal Entry April 17, 1998 Journal, Today was really bad. I got in trouble with my dad because I got in trouble at school, and it wasn't even my fault! Stupid Kyle tried to take Ticker away from me and throw him in a puddle. Him and the other boys teased me and called me a baby again. Tommy made a mean joke about what happened to mom and I got real angry and hit him in the face. Principal Fisimm Fitzim Fitzsimmons called my dad and he came to get me. He said some dumb crap about respect and being a man and taking the high road. I told him I wanted to change schools and he said no. He doesn't care, he doesn't love me. Not like mom did, anyway. I miss her. I miss her so much every day and it hurts so bad. Dad has been taking down pictures of her from around the house, but I won't let him take anything from my room. I'll remember how great she was no matter how much he wants to forget. At least I still have Ticker. When I sleep with him, I can remember when she was alive. I remember it so well it's like I'm there with her again - I can hear her sing and see her smile and laugh again. Last night I dreamed about when we went to see Flipper and it was like I saw the whole movie again! I just wish she was here. She was the best mom ever and life has been so hard since she di the accident. I want her back. Maybe if I sleep with Ticker tonight I can remember everything and when I wake up it'll all turn out to be a nightmare. I miss you, mommy. I'll see you again tonight. Close Journal Entry Addendum 4836-J2: The following is the final entry from a journal that Ryan was asked to keep as part of his rehabilitation. Dr. Parsons requested he keep a journal in order to monitor any residual emotional attachment to the anomaly. This entry prompted Dr. Parsons to clear Ryan for reintegration. Open Journal Entry Close Journal Entry April 30th, 2010 Journal, Today was amazing! Dr. Parsons is so proud of all the progress I've made. It's really crazy how much I missed when I was in the hospital, but the staff here are incredible to have helped me catch up on ten years of history in just over two. I definitely have a lot of movies and TV to catch up on, so here's hoping I don't turn into a total couch potato! My memory of what happened in the hospital is still really fuzzy. Dr. Weiss showed me some MRIs, and explained that my case has led to new research into PTSD and emotional trauma and how they might link to comas. So that's pretty cool! Who knows, maybe what happened to me could save someone's life. On that note, as much as the staff here has been really nice, I'm excited to finally get back out into the real world and see what I've missed since 1998. They've filled me in on the really important bits - Clinton's impeachment, September 11th and Operation Enduring Freedom, Hurricane Katrina, and Google! - and while I was in here, America elected the first bla African-American President! I'm so excited to see what else the world has in store. I'm going to go home and find my father. When I was young, I didn't understand how different people deal with grief, and I know that losing her must have hurt him just as much as it hurt me. Maybe we can share some memories of her; remember the good times. If nothing else, I want to apologize and tell him I love him too. I still remember my mother. I remember her face, the smell of her perfume, the sound of her soft singing. I remember how much she loved me, and how much I loved her back. I'm going to go out into the world and honor her memory. I'm going to make her proud. Close Journal Entry Footnotes 1. Tests attempting to activate SCP-4836 utilizing memories from when the subject was 12 or more years of age have been unsuccessful. 2. This rehabilitation was recommended by Dr. Parsons after several attempts made by Ryan to retrieve SCP-4836, including one that nearly led to a containment breach. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4836" by Doctor Fullham, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4836. 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-4837 | euclid | SCP-4837 prior to containment. Item #: SCP-4837 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4837 is kept in an avian observation deck at Site-64. In the event of a containment breach, recovery agents are to locate SCP-4837 and offer to engage in a trade in exchange for its return to containment. Description: SCP-4837 is a European Mallard (Anas platyrhynchos) capable of accessing an extra-dimensional space. SCP-4837 uses this space to store and retrieve objects for trading with human customers. Typically, it will initiate the trade by telepathically communicating with the desired customer, manifesting as a refined English accented voice using archaic speech. After it has received the desired item, it will move away from the exchange and conceal itself from possible witnesses, returning moments later with another item. Attempts to observe this process have been met with insistence from SCP-4837 that it cannot perform the action while in view. SCP-4837 has displayed a particular interest in electronics and relevant technology such as smartphones, cameras, televisions, and microwaves. This is in contrast to objects from SCP-4837, all of which have been dated to 600-1100 A.D.1 Although there are 74 items received by SCP-4837 currently cataloged, the exact quantity of its hoard is unknown. Interview Log 4837.1: The following interview was conducted with SCP-4837 three days after capture. SCP-4837 agreed to the interview in exchange for a Google Pixel smartphone. Interviewed: SCP-4837 Interviewer: Dr. Leland Hintze Foreword: Dr. Hintze was instructed to write down all responses from SCP-4837 during the interview. Improper grammar has been preserved for accuracy. Dr. Hintze: Can you tell me where exactly you create your goods? SCP-4837 is silent. Dr. Hintze: SCP-4837? I asked you a question. Where do you obtain your— SCP-4837: I shall not concede to thine questions! Thou shalt know only of the wrath of Espoderick! Behold and despair, jailer! Dr. Hintze: (sighs) I know you made an agreement with Dr. Mathias to consent to an interview, so I'm afraid that isn't going to work. Please answer the question, SCP-4837. SCP-4837: … A curse shall be laid upon Mathias for such treason. Very well, then. I hath a collection. A mighty collection. Dr. Hintze: Thank you. Now, where is the collection? SCP-4837: I will not show it to thee. I will not relinquish my riches to thee, worm! Dr. Hintze: I don't need to see it, I just need to— SCP-4837: Never! Doth thou comprehend?! Never! Dr. Hintze: Alright, alright. If you can't tell me where, can you tell me why? SCP-4837: Many years ago, I had great interest. Sharp swords, big bludgeons. Adventure. Power! Alas, the times have changed. No more is it an era of kings, and no longer are mine gains of worth. So, it must all go and I shalt keep up with the times. Dr. Hintze: If you want to give away all of your things, why not leave it all somewhere? SCP-4837: Thou does not know of ancient binds? How very simple. All scholars know that my kind is bound by ancient laws. Such things prevent me from leaving my wealth in another's hands. No, only trade will suffice. Dr. Hintze: How old are you? SCP-4837: Older than thou can comprehend, simpleton. SCP-4837 walks away from Dr. Hintze. Dr. Hintze: Just a moment, SCP-4837. We're not done here. SCP-4837: I hath no more will to answer questions. Leave me be. Dr. Hintze: Well, maybe I could encourage you to answer a few more… Dr. Hintze pulls out a pair of wireless headphones from his coat pocket. SCP-4837: … Thou wishes to trade? Dr. Hintze: Bluetooth headphones to extend our chat. SCP-4837: I permit one more question. Dr. Hintze: Four more. SCP-4837: Thine greed is one to rival my own, it seems… I permit two questions. Dr. Hintze: Deal. Dr. Hintze places the headphones on the ground. SCP-4837 picks them up in his beak and flings them around his neck. Dr. Hintze: Are you satisfied now, SCP-4837? SCP-4837: For this moment, I am. Thou may ask two more questions. Dr. Hintze: Perfect. So, if you don't know your own age, let's discuss your possessions. Is there a reason you collected things from this period? SCP-4837: 'Twas the age of adventure! Knights and vagabonds alike sought out my immense wealth, and I struck them all down! Their arms serve as my trophies in the wake of their death! … Alas, these spoils of war no longer bring me joy. Shame, really. Many squires are dead and I'm now bored of it. Dr. Hintze: Excuse me, but I fail to see how a man with a sword could lose to a duck. SCP-4837: Ah, thou would like to test thy might? Thou doth believe they are mightier than a "duck"? Dr. Hintze: … Not particularly. SCP-4837: A-ha! Thou realizes thine folly. Perhaps thou truly is a scholar after all. Dr. Hintze: More importantly, why are you bored with what you have? Some of these items have been appraised for a sizable amount. SCP-4837: Though my collection is grand, it has diminished in function. Those like myself have far more impressive treasures. I seek to overcome them. Many would weep at the sight of the Google Pixel! Dr. Hintze: You mean ducks? SCP-4837 is silent for a moment. SCP-4837: Heed this warning, scholar: Thou wilt call me "duck" no longer. Once I am free of this feathered form, once I am freed of this prison thine scholar's circle has trapped me within, both thou and that damned wizard will know my true strength. Footnotes 1. Commonly known as the Early Medieval Period |
SCP-4838 | neutralized | SCP-4838: Lover's Quarrel Author: aismallard Thanks to: KindlyTurtleClem ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4838 Level1 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Candace Harker's house (second from left), the location of the first known SCP-4838 event. Special Containment Procedures: No containment is necessary. Description: SCP-4838 refers to a series of paranormal incidents which affected Candace Harker, a 27-year-old woman from Gloucester, England. Beginning on 2017/02/19, a collection of artifacts manifested about her person, starting in her home. The received items were all signed by a "Robert Green". Harker and a man of that name were romantically involved for a brief period of time, prior to his disappearance on 2016/11/07. SCP-4838 instances are believed to be singularly cognitohazardous: despite their innocuous or even heartwarming content, Candace Harker developed paranoia and identified the sender as having hostile intent. Countermemetic therapy had limited effectiveness, as symptoms resumed within one to three hours. Addendum 4838-1: Timeline of SCP-4838 events A Foundation bot flagged Candace Harker's repeated attempts to contact local police, and two field agents were dispatched to her residence. Harker explained the nature of the anomaly and noted that police had summarily ignored her complaints of harassment. She surrendered the following instances: Date: 2017/02/19 Medium: Typed letter Discovery: Mailbox I've missed you. I hope you haven't forgotten me. It's been about a year, are you well? Date: 2017/02/20 Medium: Handwritten letter, return address at a nearby lake Discovery: Mailbox I saw a pheasant outside my window today, it reminded me of how peaceful things can be. You like pheasants too, right? Date: 2017/02/20 Medium: Handwritten sticky note Discovery: Mailbox Oh right, how could I forget! You prefer mallards. They're sweet birds as well, like you. Date: 2017/02/21 Medium: Handwritten note Discovery: Mailbox I often admire pictures of you. To me, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. The agents reported back to Site-70 command and attached a camera to the interior of the mailbox to witness the next manifestation of SCP-4838. Date: 2017/02/22 Medium: Handwritten letter Discovery: Doormat I know this is a hard time for us, but I truly do love you. We are strong, we'll make it through this. With Harker's consent, the agents set up an extensive series of surveillance cameras within her house to better determine the origin of SCP-4838 instances. Date: 2017/02/23 Medium: Handwritten letter Discovery: Coffee table, just out of sight of a camera You can't run away from the truth. I'm here for you, I want to protect you during these hard times. Date: 2017/02/24 Medium: Typewriter on parchment Discovery: Attached to the ceiling I'm glad we are as close as we are. I appreciate that you open up to me like this. Following failure to directly observe or contain any SCP-4838 instances, Site-70 command approved humanoid containment of Candace Harker to determine if the anomaly was an artifact of the domicile itself. Date: 2017/02/25 Medium: Typewriter on parchment Discovery: Nondescript package sent to Site-70 Just wanted to say you look very beautiful today. (A bouquet of flowers was also present.) Date: 2017/02/26 Medium: Typewritter on parchment Discovery: On Harker's chest when she awoke I love you dearly, never forget that. Because the phenomenon was associated with Harker's person, the decision was made to maintain her containment until a means of neutralizing or managing the anomaly could be found. Harker repeatedly expressed terror during psychological evaluations, despite being situated within a secure Foundation facility. She refused to consume prescribed mood-improving medicine. Date: 2017/02/27 Medium: Dried mess of ink on parchment Discovery: During lunch in the Site-70 mess hall Sharing a meal with you always brightens up my day. Date: 2017/02/28 Medium: Motor oil Discovery: Bed It's been so long since we've been together, I miss you sweetie. Date: 2017/03/01 Medium: Written in blueberry juice Discovery: Bathroom wall I hope you are doing well, my love. I cooked our favorite meal and enjoyed it. I wish you could've been here too. Date: 2017/03/02 Medium: Formed from stray hairs Discovery: Site-70 break room sofa Remember I will always love you. Due to Harker's deteriorating mental health, the decision was made to keep her wholly confined within her cell until a suitable countermemetic treatment could be carried out. Date: 2017/03/03 Medium: Dirt and dust Discovery: Cell floor It's been a tough day, but seeing your smiling face fills me with sunlight and happiness. Date: 2017/03/04 Medium: Harker's menstrual blood Discovery: Bathroom mirror You are the best thing to have happened to me. Date: 2017/03/05 Medium: Tar drippings on standard rations Discovery: During Harker's morning meal Love you honey, I'm coming home from work. We'll be together soon. :) Addendum 4838-2: Incident 4838-FINAL On 2017/03/06, surveillance systems within Site-70 experienced an outage, and all security personnel became unconscious. Following breach recovery, it was discovered that Candace Harker's chamber had been forced open. Harker herself was found lying against the wall, deceased. Signs of a struggle were present, such as torn clothing, scattered bloodstains, and the presence of numerous lacerations on her corpse. Notably, Harker's entrails were arranged to spell "I will always be there to protect you". Since the incident, no further SCP-4838 events have occurred. More From This Author More From This Author aismallard's Works SCPs SCP-8019 • SCP-5134 • SCP-1294-J • SCP-3597 • SCP-7558 • SCP-5510 • SCP-5900 • SCP-1047-J • SCP-4853 • SCP-4781 • SCP-5446 • SCP-5502 • SCP-4322 • SCP-4339 • SCP-8998 • Tales/GoI Formats Stealing Something Else • The Pumpkin Mystery • Continuous Integration • The Heart of the Beast • Other aismallard's personnel file • Meet The Staff • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4838" by aismallard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4838. 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: houses.jpeg Author: Holder License: CC-BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Skierm%C3%BBntseach_Houses_2.jpg |
SCP-4839 | esoteric-class | Notice to the Foundation, Multiversal Iteration 2N: By order of Eternal President Girard Niang: Earth, Multiversal Iteration 4V, has been severed from ☽☽☽ jurisdiction and left to its own devices. Further involvement on the part of the ☽☽☽ Humanity Defense Corps would have only exacerbated the situation and led to cross-dimensional casualties. As an additional means to ensure eternal quarantine, JALAKÅRA Himself has whispered the hymn of silent flesh into Iteration 4V. While regrettable, this action was a product of absolute necessity, and executed to protect the multi-dimensional majority of humans. Fortunately, extraterrestrial life in 4V continues to thrive. We will now provide you with 4V's document SCP-4839,1 if only as a warning. We know your cause is just — but for your own sake, know when to stop. You are watched. You are Protected. You are loved. ☽☽☽ Iteration 1 - 4/27/2022 (archived) Iteration 2 - 6/13/2028 (archived) Iteration 3 - 2/1/2032 (archived) Iteration 4 - 7/20/2305 (archived) Iteration 5 - 10/30/5792 (archived) Iteration 6 - 11/18/9047 (FINAL) Kullervo counter specifications for SCP-4839 Item #: SCP-4839 Threat Level: Black • Special Containment Procedures: Due to the large volume of SCP-4839 in existence, Mass Containment Zone-4839, hereafter MCZ-4839, has been constructed within SCP-2400. MCZ-4839 is composed of two warehouses for storage of SCP-4839, living quarters for staff, and barracks for guards. Each warehouse will be equipped with a Kullervo Suppressor, thereby neutralizing the dangerous effects of contained instances. Items that carry SCP-4839 are to be contained as-is. Living instances are to be accommodated with nutrition and other sustenance. Deceased instances are to be contained, as well. Acquisition of additional SCP-4839 is to be carried out through the use of Kullervo Detectors, available at every major Foundation site. Any usage of Kullervo Detectors that deviates from the provided instruction manual is grounds for immediate termination of employment with the Foundation and the administration of Class-C amnestics. Though SCP-4839 poses no threat while contained, it is estimated that only 4% of SCP-4839 in existence is currently under containment. Failure to contain at least 70% of SCP-4839 by 12/2/2065 will result in a ZK-class reality failure scenario. Description: SCP-4839 is a subatomic particle that can only be detected with a Barton-Salas Kullervo Detector2. It is discovered SCP-4839 cannot be transferred from its host object, and does not affect the object’s mass. It is extradimensional in origin, and is believed to be the catalyst of another reality’s forced assimilation of our own.3 So far, SCP-4839 has been discovered in the following objects: Source Acquisition Strategy Cover Strategy Julep-brand window-mounted air conditioners manufactured after 1986 Julep Electric seized by the Foundation and dissolved. A product recall is in effect. Asbestos contamination. The Bangka slow loris (Nycticebus bancanus) All wild instances, approximately 70% previously captive specimens, and approximately 40% of deceased specimens have been captured and contained. The species is extinct in the wild due to climate change. The works of the Italian baroque painter, Artemisia Gentileschi Captured in raids; owners amnesticized. Lost in a warehouse fire. Leaves of the Ginkgo tree (Ginkgo biloba) Acquisition ongoing. Complete containment would prove impractical; at most, 70% of live and deceased specimens can be contained. A virus from the Mesozoic Era that preyed upon ginkgo plants has been released from Arctic permafrost due to climate change. More items may be added to this list, pending the discovery of SCP-4839 elsewhere. Kullervo counter specifications for SCP-4839 As of 6/13/2028, revisions have been made to this article. Item #: SCP-4839 Threat Level: Black • Special Containment Procedures: Due to the large volume of SCP-4839 in existence, Mass Containment Zone-4839, hereafter MCZ-4839, has been constructed within SCP-2400. MCZ-4839 is composed of 27 warehouses for storage of SCP-4839, living quarters for staff, and barracks for guards. Each warehouse will be equipped with a Kullervo Suppressor, thereby neutralizing the dangerous effects of contained instances. Items that carry SCP-4839 are to be contained as-is. Live instances are to be placed in suspended animation. Acquisition of additional SCP-4839 is to be carried out through the use of Kullervo Detectors, available at every major Foundation site. Any usage of Kullervo Detectors that deviates from the provided instruction manual is grounds for immediate termination of employment with the Foundation and the administration of Class-C amnestics. SCP-4839-Omega, as depicted in documents recovered from GoI-4817 “Green Sky Tavern” Though SCP-4839 poses no threat while contained, it is estimated that only 4% of SCP-4839 in existence is currently under containment. Failure to contain at least 90% of SCP-4839 by 2185 will result in a ZK-class reality failure scenario. Description: SCP-4839 is a subatomic particle that can only be detected with a Barton-Salas Kullervo Detector. It is discovered SCP-4839 cannot be transferred from its host object, and does not affect the object’s mass. It is extradimensional in origin, and is believed confirmed to be the catalyst for the destruction of our universe by SCP-4839-Omega — a hostile, reality-bending entity from Universe-91-Lambda. SCP-4839-Omega is also known as DREAD KÜLLERVO or the Seventh Prince of Corbenic. So far, SCP-4839 has been discovered in 2,294 different types of objects. For a full list of acquisition and cover strategies, please refer to Document-4839-Foxtrot. (IMAGE PENDING REVIEW) As of 2/1/2032, this article has been reclassified. Item #: SCP-4839 Threat Level: Black • Special Containment Procedures: Containment procedures from the most current revision prior to audit are to remain in place, pending final review from the O7 council. Should the authenticity of SCP-4839’s existence, anomalous nature, and danger to the public be determined to be false, the object class will be changed to “Explained” and SCP-4839 will be decommissioned. Description: SCP-4839 is a subatomic particle that can only be detected with a Barton-Salas Kullervo Detector. It is discovered SCP-4839 cannot be transferred from its host object, and does not affect the object’s mass. It is extradimensional in origin, and is confirmed to be the catalyst for the destruction of our universe by SCP-4839-Omega — a hostile, reality-bending entity from Universe-91-Lambda. SCP-4839-Omega is also known as Dread Kullervo or the Seventh Prince of Corbenic. So far, SCP-4839 has been discovered in 2,294 different types of objects. For a full list of acquisition and cover strategies, please refer to Document-4839-Foxtrot. AUDIT REPORT - 2/14/2032 AUDITED ITEM: SCP-4839 STAFF MEMBER(S) RESPONSIBLE: Dr. Aaron Hamlin EVIDENCE AGAINST AUTHENTICITY - Lack of testing records. - Incident 99-150-B, whereupon a Junior Researcher accidentally dropped a Barton-Salas Kullervo Detector. Disassembly of the broken unit revealed no capacity to detect anomalous energy sources. - Document-4839-Charlie: Written confession from Dr. Aaron Hamlin that the existence of GoI-4817 “Green Sky Tavern” was fabricated at the behest of an anonymous third party. - Document 4839-Delta: — a sworn declaration from GoI-419 “Three Moons Initiative” claiming that the Seventh Prince of Corbenic (their benefactor) was unaware of any of its alleged plans outlined in SCP-4839. In addition, the entity is not named “Dread Kullervo”, and is considering extradimensional legal action against the Foundation for libel. Document was provided by an SCP-2578-D instance and stamped with lie-detecting thaumaturgical glyphs. EVIDENCE FOR AUTHENTICITY - Document 4839-Tango5 as provided by the Administrator. O7 COUNCIL VOTE TO DECOMMISSION SCP-4839: Yea: 4 Nay: 7 Abstain: 2 VOTE FAILED. SCP-4839 UPHELD. SCP-4839 There have been changes made. Item #: SCP-4839 Threat Level: Black • Special Containment Procedures: Due to the large volume of SCP-4839 in existence, Mass Containment Zone-4839, hereafter MCZ-4839, has been constructed within SCP-2400. MCZ-4839 is composed of as many warehouses as needed for storage of SCP-4839, et cetera. Each warehouse will be equipped with a Kullervo Suppressor. Items that carry SCP-4839 are to be put in boxes and never taken out. Acquisition of additional SCP-4839 is to be carried out by any means necessary, and over all other Foundation priorities. In addition, due to the Administrator’s crucial function in the containment of SCP-4839, he is to be kept alive by any means necessary, as an equal priority. All staff are advised that anomalous means to extend the human life have been retroactively approved by the O7 Council prior to their dissolution. SCP-4839 Though SCP-4839 poses no threat while contained, it is estimated that only 4% of SCP-4839 in existence is currently under containment. Failure to contain at least 96% of SCP-4839 as soon as possible will result in a ZK-class reality failure scenario. Description: SCP-4839 is a subatomic particle that can only be detected with a Barton-Salas Kullervo Detector. It is discovered SCP-4839 cannot be transferred from its host object, and does not affect the object’s mass. It is extradimensional in origin, and very dangerous. So far, SCP-4839 has been discovered in 13% of all matter on Earth, as well as every anomalous item in foundation custody. In addition, it has been confirmed that SCP-4839 is directly responsible for the hostile military action upon the foundation by agents of the Three Moons Initiative, as well as the subsequent “Iteration 4V Dimensional Quarantine” event that has yet to be explained. SCP-4839 Changes. Item #: SCP-4839 Threat Level: Really Bad Special Containment Procedures: Keep putting it in the boxes. Then, keep it in the boxes. Don’t steal. This isn’t hard. Stop saying it is. SCP-4839 Description: None needed. Addendum - Notice from the Administrator: Look, I know there’s been a lot of changes lately. More sad people. More screaming. More people not wanting to put things in the box. More people not wanting to be in the box. More people thinking that the boxes are bad, that there are too many boxes. That I can’t fit a whole planet in a box. That too many people are dying in the boxes. That we can’t put a box of all boxes in a box, that’s a pair of ducks or something. That there’s no real reason to keep putting things in boxes. That this was all some kind of K-class scenario in itself. It’s confusing — I get that. It makes my head hurt. It takes really, really, really, really smart people to understand it. And that’s where you guys come in! I love all the work you’re doing. You do what I can’t, because I’m not human anymore. Which is okay — just a part of give and take, right? There was a story where a guy gave his right eye to another guy for wisdom. I forget how the rest of it goes. Point being, necessary sacrifices. You don’t think I’ve been having problems too? There’s something that makes me sad. It goes like this: see, I’m the Administrator. That means I administrate. All the things in the Foundation are here because I have them. And even then, there are people who think that I’m going too far. Putting things in boxes is bad. I get that. You know what’s worse? Stealing. Love, Aaron Hamlin, Administrator of the Foundation PS — please see this guide6 to not being sad if you’re feeling sad. not yours Item#: mine Special Containment Procedures: no touch Description: secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure all contain all protect all secure a Footnotes 1. (P.S. - it is recommended that Dr. Isaiah Henderson takes care of the infohazard decontamination. We believe he would benefit greatly from the experience.) 2. The Kullervo is a unit of measurement of a lethally infohazardous form of energy. Further information about Kullervo counts and their detection is restricted to personnel with 5/4839 clearance the Administrator. 3. Further information is restricted to personnel with 5/4839 clearance the Administrator. 4. Item is currently under an official investigation for authenticity by the Overseer Council. 5. This document contains a FAFNIR-class infohazard and has been redacted. 6. This document contains a FAFNIR-class infohazard and has been redacted. |
SCP-4840 | keter | SCP-4840 - The Demon Lancelot and the Flying City of Audapaupadopolis "sonofson.png" is from Max Pixel, CC0 Public Domain. "temple1.png" is from Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA 3.0, taken by Steve F-E-Cameron. "temple2.png" is from Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA 3.0, taken by Steve F-E-Cameron. "temple3.png" is from Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA 3.0, taken by Rolf Süßbrich. "header2.png" is from midjourney, released under CC BY-SA 3.0. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4840 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-4840. SCP-4840. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the mobile nature of SCP-4840, it is currently impossible to contain the structure to a single location. Foundation assets on-board SCP-4840 are to monitor weather conditions and the mechanisms that propel SCP-4840 in order to maintain its presence in the set area of exclusion, currently a region roughly 120km2 in the Russian Arctic Circle. Coordination of these efforts are under the express purview of SCP-4840 Containment Head Alyosha Yanovich and the current Applied Task Force Ru-199 "Siberian Squads" leader. Foundation assets are to seed local meteorological phenomenon to encourage a thick cloud cover surrounding SCP-4840. In the event that this is not possible, or that the cloud cover clears and SCP-4840 becomes visible, on-board cloud generators are to be activated until such time that the weather conditions become favorable for natural cloud creation. ATF Ru-199 is to monitor local populations for sightings of SCP-4840. Individuals who claim to have seen SCP-4840 are to be remanded to Site-210 for processing. Containment teams are to monitor the SCP-4840-B entity for any signs of activity. To date, this entity has remained inert. Due to information gathered from SCP-4840-A and its relation to other anomalous phenomena, this document has been classified Level 4/4840 with Restrictions. Access to this document is limited to senior staff members assigned to SCP-2254, SCP-6666, SCP-6765, and SCP-4812. Due to potential interference by members of the "Insurgency Reborn" Group-of-Interest1, access to this document is possible only through authorized terminals. Updated Containment Memorandum: Per Foundation Protocol 2513.99, the ongoing containment of SCP-4840 has been transferred to the jurisdiction of Project PARAGON. All other extant containment procedures remain in place. Description: SCP-4840 is a large2, ancient, abandoned city floating roughly 7.8km3 above an empty region in the Russian arctic. The architecture of the city suggests that, while the city appears to predate any known civilization, it was constructed using advanced techniques and materials, including several components (such as gas lamps) that would not be seen elsewhere in the world for hundreds, if not thousands of years. SCP-4840 bears markings identified as a long-dead human language4, one that does not appear in any ancient settlements anywhere else on Earth. Through deciphering the text, Foundation linguists have determined that, at one point in its history, SCP-4840 was called Audapaupadopolis, which roughly translates to "City of the First Father". Information gathered from within SCP-4840 indicates that it was once a city of over 100,000 occupants, though there is no direct evidence of any single event that lead to its decline. Based on information gathered from the single living occupant of SCP-4840 (SCP-4840-A, see Addendum 4840.3 for more information), the population of SCP-4840 simply left over an extended period of time following the loss of its first and only leader. SCP-4840, whether by natural factors or some kind of anomalous influence, disappeared entirely from the human social consciousness afterwards. SCP-4840 is divided into four quadrants with a large central hub connecting them. The quadrants appeared to have been divided based on the craft of the population occupying them; blacksmiths and metallurgists, engineers and designers, farmers and bakers, and artisans and craftsmen. Each of the four quadrants has its own local center of governance near the central section. The central hub contains three large stone temples5 with iron ornamenture, as well as a larger, more ornately designed great hall that was likely used as the seat of power. The second of the temples, the Temple of Sunset, is in ruins caused by the entity laying across it, SCP-4840-B. SCP-4840-A. Beneath this hall is a chamber with a large stone door accessible only to SCP-4840-A. Individuals who attempt to pass the threshold of the doorway when the door is open describe a building tension that overcomes their bodies when trying to pass into the chamber beyond. This tension has been described as an increasingly uncomfortable guilt and regret, the intensity of which is enough to incapacitate anyone who approaches the threshold. The sensation is often accompanied by panic and anxiety, and can only be relieved by moving away from the doorway. It is currently unknown what exactly lies beyond this entryway (See Addendum 4840.3 for more details). Prior to 1933, SCP-4840 was hidden from view and perception by unknown anomalous means. SCP-4840-A contends that this was due to its own influence on the structure. However, due to an apparent change in that individual's condition, SCP-4840 has been rendered visible to the naked eye, and to radar equipment. The installation of scrambling devices, cloud cover generators, and the movement of SCP-4840 to a remote location has helped mitigate this change in behaviour. SCP-4840 is abandoned except for two entities: SCP-4840-A and -B. SCP-4840-A is an elderly male human of nondescript build and uncertain ethnicity. Genetic testing of SCP-4840-A has revealed likely Mesopotamian ancestry, though the genetic markers present within the individual have no apparent pre-ancestral linkage. This suggests that SCP-4840-A is either an alien being on Earth, or contains genetic material that was the precursor of intelligent human beings on the planet. SCP-4840-A speaks many languages, including English, Mandarin, Russian, French, and Spanish. SCP-4840-B. SCP-4840-A is capable of controlling the general movement of SCP-4840. Additionally, SCP-4840-A appears to have a degree of limited local omniscience, being able to describe events taking place far away that it would have no knowledge of otherwise, though it cannot describe specifics or individuals involved in most cases. SCP-4840-A is also the only individual capable of entering the sealed structure beneath SCP-4840's great hall, which SCP-4840-A calls "the Old Library". Additional details concerning this structure are listed later in this document. The only other entity located on SCP-4840 is SCP-4840-B, a massive, vaguely humanoid entity that lies unmoving in the ruins of the Temple of Sunset. This entity, roughly 12.8m in height, is only visible using thermal lenses. SCP-4840-B shows no signs of movement and is described by SCP-4840-A as being dead, but continues to output a constant, unchanging amount of heat. SCP-4840-B has a human torso ending in six legs and six severely distended arms, each of which ends in a rough metal clasp affixed to a chain connecting to a large iron flail at its end. SCP-4840-B also bears markings consistent with those found on SCP-2254, which appear to be some kind of sign or sigil6. Sigil visible on SCP-4840-B. Addendum 4840.1: Discovery SCP-4840 was first discovered by British airman Sir George Dansen in September of 1933, while flying from London to Oslo7. When reports of a flying city over the North Sea were made public, the Foundation and the Royal Conservatory for Public Perception were able to disseminate information contradictory to Dansen's claims, instead alleging that he was drunk and hallucinating at altitude. First contact with SCP-4840 was made when a crew of Foundation researchers, lead by Captain Francis Pike, approached SCP-4840 by hot-air balloon. Upon arrival they were met by SCP-4840-A. No official transcript of this conversation was ever recorded, but Pike described the event in his exploration journal, saying: As we approached we could see the whole of the city laid out before us - a marvel, like Rome on a high hill. When we got closer we saw the truth of it. The city had been abandoned for some time, and where the morning dew and sunshine turned the stone streets and towers to sparkle, the midday sun revealed its empty and decrepit state. Not entirely empty, however. When we landed we were met by one man, perhaps seventy years of age or more, who welcomed us the city (he calls Adapapdapolis I believe is the spelling - "odd-uh-paw-puh-daw-poh-lis" by speech). He introduced himself as the city's steward and showed us to his chambers. We walked down the promenade, as wide and regal as any in London or elsewhere in Europe, and saw the richness of this place. Abandoned though it was, the finery of construction was unmatched in any city I have seen in my entire life. We passed by one structure - a temple made of orange and blue lacquered stone that was a ruin. I asked the old man what had happened here, and he told me that answers would come in time. I had a strange and uncanny feeling looking at that place, but we pushed on towards the grand hall at the center of the city and dined there. It was a simple meal but hearty, and the old man expressed his appreciation for our visit. We explained briefly what the Foundation is, and he told us he already knew - and had known for some time. He said that there are "old secrets" kept in the city that must be made safe. When the old man speaks, he speaks as a friend. I cannot place why… it is strange, I would tell you I have known him my whole life. His presence feels as if he is a close companion whose company I have missed dearly. As the sun was setting on the day he showed us to long since abandoned rooms we could rest in. They are splendid and clean - much larger than those the old man sleeps in. Addendum 4840.2: Imagery and Iconography within SCP-4840 While much of SCP-4840 bears markings and the standard symbology of "the City of Audapaupadopolis", the exceptions to this theme are the three temples in the city's center, and the structure beneath the grand hall. Much of the imagery decorating these structures seems to refer to events from history, groups and persons of interest, and other anomalies. Temple of Sunrise The Temple of Sunrise. In the entryway to the main hall, two naked children stand at a treeline, seemingly nervously watching the horizon. A wolf and bear stand behind them, protectively. On the wall opposite this mural, a figure with a flaming sword is seen standing on a hill overlooking the trees. The main hall is decorated with three murals: On the far wall is a brilliant sunrise. SCP-4840 is visible in the foreground. Standing in front of the sunrise is a golden man and two others by his side, with a third set off from the rest. The man holds a long rod with a silver point and wears a shining crown. In the sky above them is a bronze dragon with green eyes. Words are written on the dragon's side reading "THEY WILL KNOW WHAT IS". On the eastern wall is a scene of a meeting in the Great Hall of Audapaupadopolis. The golden man from the largest mural stands at the foot of a throne, with the two other figures standing to each side of him. The third figure is absent in this image. Before the golden man is a king in crimson robes with a flaming crown, extending a hand of friendship. Beside him is a naked woman covered by a snake, a man made of metal, and a sorcerer in deep purple robes. Other figures stand nearby. On the western wall is the golden man sitting on the throne in the Great Hall. Above his head hovers an iron crown - it is inlaid with words of an unknown language and set with a shining white jewel. Behind the golden man are several large, monolithic figures: one made of gears and steel, one made of flesh and blood, one made of ice and stone, one made of stars and another made of eyes. A young woman with long, brilliant white hair hangs in the air before them, pointing south. The southern wall does not contain a mural, just the words: "FOR NOT THE SEA TO SWALLOW THEM AND THE LONG DARK APPROACH" printed in mosaic tile. Temple of Sunset The Temple of Sunset. Like the Temple of Sunrise, the Temple of Sunset has a large entryway leading into the main hall of the temple. The entryway contains detailed drawings of cities and towns in and around SCP-4840, as well as a map of the city itself. SCP-4840 is depicted as having large walls and smaller towns and villages surrounding the exterior of the city. To the east is a river with another town on it, and farms stretching far to the north and south along the river. The words "THE LANDS OF MEN" are emblazoned over the top of the mural on the side of the same bronze dragon as depicted in the Temple of Sunrise. A stylized arrow points to the southeast with the words "LANDS OF THE BLOOD KINGS AND NECROMANCERS" written across it. Another arrow points west, with words reading "THE FAR STRANGE WEST". The interior of the main hall is similar in structure to the Temple of Sunset; however, due to the fallen body of SCP-4840-B much of the main hall has been destroyed. A single remaining mural is visible, as is the western edge of another. The remaining mural shows the golden man with the iron crown sitting atop a white horse. Legions of men and women with swords, bows, and axes stand behind him. To either side of him are two figures - likely the same figures from the murals in the Temple of Sunset. One of the figures holds a black sword, and the other a green rod. The golden man holds a long, silver lance in his right hand. Across from the golden man is a scene of gathering storm clouds and lightning, which grows more dramatic the closer it gets to the collapsed wall. At the corner of the wall are depictions of small humanoid figures, light green in coloration, with brilliantly colored clothing. The figures each have six eyes in two vertical columns. The remaining wall contains more of the small green figures, as well as something large and mottled grey behind them, though most of the wall containing the subject of that mural is collapsed. The ceiling of the structure appears to have been painted to match the night sky, though much of it is collapsed and the remaining stars do not match any known constellations in the modern sky. Temple of Night The Temple of Night. The Temple of Night is the smallest of the three temples, set on the far side of the central courtyard - across from the Grand Hall. It is only a single level but covers much more area than the others. Information gathered from SCP-4840-A suggests that there are portions of the temple that run into the ground beneath the city, and may even interact with the structure located beneath the Grand Hall. The entryway of the temple contains depictions of entities barely visible against the dark background of a forest at night. These entities have bright yellow eyes and appear to be covered in hair, though their faces are noticeably human in appearance. They each carry the same ornate wooden scepter with a bright red stone set in one end. The interior of the temple is a maze of small, interconnected rooms. The purpose of these rooms are unknown, but many of them share the same depiction of a massive tree in the middle of a forest. Red lights surround the base of the tree, and humanoid figures appear to be hanging from the limbs. In the center of the tree is a large, red organ visible through openings in the bark. Towering structures of wood and stone surround the tree, each wrapped in thick vines bursting with large, blood-red blooms. Other depictions include men and women being thrown into mass graves, children and animals being burned, men being placed into wooden coffins and buried alive, skeletons strapped to trees, and small green humanoids being raped and butchered by the larger, long-haired humanoids. The most central room of the temple contains a staircase that descends beneath the structure. The chamber, as well as the rest of the temple, is dimly lit by an unknown light source. Long stone sarcophagi line the walls. Individuals entering into this space report feeling a sense of incredible unease, and describe hearing scratching sounds from within the sarcophagi. Access to the stairwell beneath the temple is blocked due to rubble and falling rock, likely from the same incident that caused the collapse of the Temple of Sunset. During investigation of the Temple of Night, one exploratory team reported finding a room with a door marked with the Foundation focus seal, and upon opening it was able to enter what appeared to be an abandoned Foundation site identified as Site-00-00-00. Further explorations of the temple have been unable to locate this room. On several occasions, SCP-4840-A has mentioned that he is not the only person within SCP-4840, and that there is another in the Temple of Night. SCP-4840-A has seemed reluctant to say anything else about whoever this individual may be, and notably has never been seen entering the Temple of Night for any reason. Sealed Chamber The Grand Hall of Audapaupadopolis bears much of the same iconography and imagery as the Temple of Sunrise8, but the sealed chamber beneath it does not. The small antechamber containing the sealed door is featureless except for a depiction of two figures on the door itself. The figure on the left is composed of a single vertical shaft of ornately decorated gold and silver with a smooth white stone set in its center. The figure on the right is not a figure at all, instead being an inset of the same figure on the other door. The door on the left is made of white marble with bronze hinges and gold fixtures, while the door on the right is bound in rusted iron. When opened, individuals in the antechamber claim to be able to hear someone speaking with their own voice from somewhere beyond the door. SCP-4840-A has described the doorway as "a passageway, like any other. One between this place and somewhere else. Unlike others, it is old and its steps are well tread. The light of the world has long since left that place, and mortal men can no longer walk it." Addendum 4840.3: Interview The first recorded interview with SCP-4840-A was conducted in September of 1949 by Foundation researcher Dr. Val Ostrovich. In the years between SCP-4840's discovery and this interview, SCP-4840-A had answered questions sparingly, often seemingly cautious and uncertain around armed soldiers with guns. Dr. Ostravich conversed with SCP-4840-A by herself, with only a recording device in the room. SCP-4840-A: -marvelous, and you can use this to hear what I've said later? Ostravich: Yes, of course, listen. Tape cuts out briefly. Ostravich: -down later, once we have time to review the recording. That way I don't have to spend all our time scratching notes, or bringing someone with me to do it. SCP-4840-A: That is very impressive. (Pauses) I wondered when you would want to talk. Not casually, but talking like we are now. You want to know the truth. Ostravich: What do you mean? SCP-4840-A: You're seekers of knowledge, aren't you? You remind me of my brother, I think. He was a scholar, maybe the greatest of our age. He could sit across the table from a person and gather everything he ever needed to know about them from a look. (Sighs) Like him, you've wondered why you get the lingering feeling that you are at the center of something much larger than yourself. It isn't your fault - how could you know? Those early days are billions of years past, and almost everyone who was there has since passed by the silence. (Pauses) But I was there. Ostravich: Billions of years? SCP-4840-A: Or more. We were young with the world, and with creation itself. We saw the iron god put the flaming stars in the sky, and the god of flesh loose the first red drops of blood splash against the earth to give it life. I was a boy when the Serpent and its Dark Brother set the foundations of what is and what is not, and saw the first sun rise when the world began to turn. (Pauses) This truth I have for you is not, I think, what you will be expecting. I imagine you will think it is the fanciful ranting of a demented old man, and who could blame you? If you would give me the time, however, I'll tell you how it happened. Ostravich: How what happened? SCP-4840-A: The beginning of all things. The great mystery. Ostravich: I- I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean. SCP-4840-A: (Laughs) No, no you don't. Nor would you. This place - this city, this is where we were born. This is where all that is, was, and ever will be was realized. You have questions about the city, I understand. You want to know the secrets it keeps, and you want to know about Lancelot. These answers lie within this story, if you would humor me. Ostravich: Go ahead. SCP-4840-A: (Pauses) We were few then, in a world of infinite mystery. The haze of creation hung heavily over this planet for such a long time, but in that haze we learned many great truths. We studied and watched and learned, for millions and millions of years. When we had learned what we could, we came here, to this place, and built this city—the city of Audapaupadopolis. The first city. Here, right here, at this spot, this is where that which IS came to be. IS. That is what we called it. You have seen wonders beyond belief, I am sure, but there were only ever two true gods. IS, and IS NOT. They are not beings, not ideas. They are truths. There are things that are, and things that aren't. When the work of IS was completed, the remnant of that truth became the Serpent - a being whose purpose is only to study that from whence it came, and learn those lost truths about itself. The other, IS NOT, was a shadow of IS. The two cannot exist without each other. IS NOT encompasses IS, it is the long nothing that stretches out beyond the world and further. Together, they are the truest knowledge there is - everything that ever was or was not, all at once. When those truths were first realized, this world came into being. Ostravich: The Serpent? The god they worship in the Wanderer's Library? SCP-4840-A: The very same. You see, there was an order then. There were monsters and demons, but they were the monsters and demons of this world. You have no doubt encountered many of them. Other worlds - those that run with and against our own, were kept apart and far away. We could dream of them, but never reach them. They were forever resigned to the minds and dreams of men. The strange folk in the west were the first to open their eyes upon the cosmos. They are not born from the Earth like you or I - they were made from the last glittering fragments of IS, and they more than any other were attuned to the will of creation. They kept to the woodlands and wrote the first songs, and though we were a world apart we heard them singing. We came next, my brothers and I, and the first men to see with their own eyes the world they had been born into. The mothers of the world cared for us, in our infancy - the wolf, the bear, the sow, the lion. As we grew we learned, and gave ourselves names. We wandered the world, marveling at its mysteries and reveling in the life we had been given. There was no greater serenity than what we felt in those early days. Impossibly powerful women and men walked the streets of Audapaupadopolis then. Myself and my brothers, the man with eyes of wonder, the king with the scarlet cloak, the serpent and his brother, the dragons and lords of the sky, the envoy from Saturn and so many others. The god of iron and the god of flesh took counsel in these halls, and the king of dreams kept his watch in the night. But the greatest of them all was the First King of Men. He was called Asem, and he was golden and beautiful. With his hands he could build mountains, with his feet he could cross the wide plains, and with his voice he could call the sea to bear. His laughter was light and powerful, like the whisper of a thunderstorm on the horizon, and he carried a lance they say could kill gods. He saw with eyes that peered past the heavens, into the worlds beyond. We called him Asem because the word meant "IS", and we believed he was the joy of creation given form. But within him grew the first vice - envy. He looked to the skies and wished them to be his. Even while we built this city, the first and greatest city of man, he longed for more. His reach extended to creation itself, and he was the first to push past the order of the cosmos and take something from another world. It was a crown. He took it from another world, another existence, and declared himself the King of All That IS. On this spot, the place where IS had come to be realized, he built his seat of power. He was kind and beautiful still, but he desired ever more. He became paralyzed by this desire - incapable of thinking of anything more than the great cosmos that he demanded answer to his beck and call. Ostravich: You were right. This is a fanciful story. SCP-4840-A: I warned you! Do not fear - the answers you want are coming. All in good time. Ostravich: Alright, continue. SCP-4840-A: The first betrayal came from his sons. The middle son envied his father's crown, and demanded it pass to him. He raised an army and savaged his father's lands, laying waste to the world of men by the sword and the torch, but he was struck down by Asem and locked in a stone tomb deep beneath the earth. The eldest son spoke passionately to the people of that world, calling upon sense and reason to demand his father pass the crown to him. The kingdom bent their knee to the eldest son and worshipped him as their god, but Asem cursed him to poison the land and his followers. He was exiled, forced to wander the desolate places of the world until the sun went down in the east. Finally, the last son came into his father's room while he slept and took the crown from his head. It was the greatest betrayal, for the father loved no living thing more than his youngest. (Pauses) The youngest son slipped away into the night as his father's kingdom fell into ruin, and as Asem turned the world into a smoking waste we disappeared into the shadows, those few who followed the youngest son. We fled into the night for a thousand years, hunted by Asem and his two eldest sons. They desired nothing more than the crown, and would turn the heavens and earth to find it. But it was hidden, kept away from them until they faded into legend and then into myth. When I finally stepped back into the light of day, the world had changed again. The fields were lush, the forests full, and the skies clear. Those who had fled with me had started families, and their families spread across this new world. Those who have written about this place call it Old Europ - the first true kingdom of mortal men. I came into the realm of Harrian, a kindly man with a passion for knowledge and a desire to learn. He and his family were gentle and good, and every day more families flocked to his lands. Harrian and I spent many long hours speaking about the times before the darkness, about the strange wonders I had seen across the world. His sons took counsel with me, each of them as strong and noble as the last. So I crowned him with the iron crown of my father and called him Apollyon - the King Over The Darkness. He built his great halls and his great temples and libraries and in time all of Old Europ kneeled to the High King. When Harrian passed and his crown came to his son Uvan, I took my leave and returned to the east - to this city, the city of my father and my brothers. For the first time in ten-thousand years I could rest, and I did. When I awoke the world had changed again. The bloodmancers of the east, the Daeva and their Mad King Moros the Accursed, had taken up arms against the west and fought a thousand bloody campaigns. The House of Apollyon, the house of my friend Harrian, had taken to calling themselves the Sky Kings and were pillaging and conquering every settlement and minor lordship across the continent. In the west, rumors abounded that another race had come out of the dark forests in strength - one older even than men and with weapons built from the trees and roots themselves. War had come to the world. These ruins, these are the ones you find and cannot explain. They are old, and their meaning has long since been lost, but these wars lay the foundation of the world to come. Ostravich: There have been… yes, ruins. Things in the dirt we could not explain. Old things, things we assumed we would find answers for, eventually. SCP-4840-A: Is that right? Isn't that interesting. (Pauses) I hid myself in the ruined halls of my father, but it was not long before the Sky Kings found me. Xorus was his name, and he raised an army to march on Audapaupadopolis and demand I give him my father's lance. Even if I'd wanted to I could not - though I did not want to - because the weapon had been lost with my father sometime during the dark age of the world. When I told him this, Xorus Apollyon threatened to turn this city over to find it. But there are still secrets here, greats truths locked away down below, and so in my grief I called upon the last of the titans that still walked the earth - the great dragon Bharata9, and together we raised the city into the sky, forever separating it from the men of the earth. I moved the city to the far north, away from Eden's garden where Asem once walked, and out of the reach of men. Then, I watched. For thousands of years I watched as king after king came and went, each carrying on the bloodied legacy of his line, all while my father's iron crown sat upon their heads. I watched as the Daeva hero Gilgamesh slayed Sarrus II's only son in single combat on the fields of Jor-Salem. I saw the dread sorcerer Ultan El Mehtoh rain fire down from the high heavens to burn the first sons of the east until he was struck down by Malus the Wrathful, grandson of Old Moros. I watched Jorei Apollyon sail across the sea to meet with the king of the Night Children and watched as she was buried alive to feed the heart of their horrible goddess tree. I watched, and I waited, and the world turned. Then, when Sarrus VIII crossed the sea to bring ruin to the last of the strange folk, and when his son Sarrus IX brought the Great Profanities of those people upon his kingdom when he buried their princess, I watched with a deep sadness as the kingdom of men faltered and Sarrus suffered his four betrayals. His knights, their knees bent to foul gods, became monsters and beasts. La Hire went to the west, Ogier the east, Hector the south and to the north came Lancelot, who had been his king's iron hand. In time he found his way here, to the city of my father. Ostravich: You mentioned that name before - Lancelot. From the tales of King Arthur? SCP-4840-A: In time, the betrayals of the knights fell into legend, and then into less than that. Eventually all that remained were four names, and those names were adopted into other stories. (Laughs) There may have been a man who sat at the round table, but it was not this man. This man was the being they would come to call the Demon Lancelot. That is the fell creature you saw there sprawled across the ruins of my brother's temple. Lancelot would have turned this city into a ruin, but the last of our allies came to Audapaupadopolis' defense. For weeks, the Demon Lancelot fought the old dragon Bharata, the sea lord Arkthurus, the hero Beowulf and Relivine, the last Daeva king. These were the last of the great heroes, long since forgotten and passed out of memory. The battle cost them each their lives, until only myself and the dragon remained. With his final gasp, Bharata tore out Lancelot's fetid heart and cast his ruined form across the Temple of Sunset. With Bharata gone, I was alone. All that remained were my brothers, roaming the earth in search of our father's crown. I suppose my father is out there somewhere as well, if he is not rotting in the heart of the Earth. The crown is lost, swallowed whole when the Profane Dark took Sarrus IX into its maw. The House of Apollyon was ended in a night, and when the last kingdom of Old Europ was scattered the Children of the Night crossed the seas in their long, dread ships and took what they could from the world of men and carried it back to their dark halls on the edge of the world. (Pauses) Time passed, and now we are here. You have questions. Ostravich: You mentioned knights - what are they? SCP-4840-A: They were nobles sworn to the House of Apollyon. La Hire was the first to bend his knee, and then Lancelot, Ogier, and reluctant Hector. They swore their lives to the king, but when the strange folks' curse came to them their hearts were turned over. They took strange and grotesque shapes - the shapes of old fae gods, and for their betrayal they were called accursed by Sarrus IX. Lancelot was adept with a mace, so his arms were transformed and his mind was vacant save for a singular lust for wanton destruction. The sound he made as he was coming across the mountains was like a great legion of screaming pigs. Ostravich: You realize how ridiculous this all sounds, don't you? SCP-4840-A: I do. I would distrust you if you believed me without reservation. But I have kept much of the old world hidden for these many long years. As my life has waned, so has my ability to keep it hidden. I can see La Hire moving unseen in the west, and noble Hector's slumber is troubled in the south. Lancelot has laid here dead these many years, and yet he does not grow cold. Why? They say that the Profane Adamant has been seen again in the skies, and that the Profane Adamant was who Lancelot prayed to for strength overwhelming. Something is moving here, something that has been lying dormant for many long eons. And so I require your aid. We were called immortal, and while I have lived an impossibly long time I will not live forever. The strain of sustaining this city drains me, and a day will come when it must be passed to you, the sons and daughters of men. You will have to guard these secrets. Ostravich: You've mentioned that several times - secrets. What secrets? Where? SCP-4840-A: In the Old Library. (Pauses) I was not exaggerating when I told you. This place is where IS was realized. This is where IS came to be. My father built his seat of power over the place where the greatest authority of all authorities came to rest at the beginning of all things. We called that place the Old Library, and within it is the First Book. (Laughs) It's not truly a book, but that is maybe the easiest way to describe it. You spoke of the Serpent's Library earlier - that is the greatest collection of knowledge in the entire cosmos, and it has grown across space and time, across dimensions, and across realities. The texts in those halls describe IS and all that IS. The First Book does not just describe IS, it IS. It holds the most fundamental truths, those never intended to be understood by man or beast. How. Why. Those and more. In truth, I have tried and failed to read that book and know those truths. I believed once that if I could, I could right the wrongs of this world, but I was a confused child and knew nothing. I nearly lost myself once in the Other Book, and in it I grew old. Ostravich: The Other Book? SCP-4840-A: There are two books in the Old Library. The First Book, and the Other Book. The Other Book is the book of IS NOT. It too contains truths, truths of things that cannot be. Truths that do not exist. Dark truths. Old truths. My sorcery protects the Old Library now, but a day will come when it finally fails. There are those who know what is here and would seek to find it. Ostravich: This is… a lot of information. I don't think I'll be able to believe it all. SCP-4840-A: I understand. (Pauses) When Sarrus IX buried the last princess of the strange folk, she cursed them with three great profanities. Restrictor, Adamant, and Dark. Watch for these three. They are the last remnants of a cursed people, a people who fled from the Children of the Sun and their iron swords, and the Children of the Night and their dark dreams. When you see these terrors, remember what I have said here. They are ancient, from a time long before your history begins. Watch for them, and see. Ostravich: Who are you? SCP-4840-A: (Pauses) My name was Seth, brother to Cain and Able, son of Adam El Asem, the First Man. Ostravich: Was? Silence. Ostravich: I'm sorry, I- SCP-4840-A: No, it's alright. (Pauses) I was a boy when I gazed into the night sky of a young universe and asked my father for a star all my own. He reached out and pulled for me an iron crown, and that crown seeded the foulness that lingers in the hearts of men. It drove my father to madness, my brothers to butchery, and led to the ruination of our kingdom. Without that crown, Sarrus VIII might not have crossed the sea. Without the crown, Harrian's lineage might have been able to fight off the Children of the Night when they came across the sea. There is no more hateful a thing, no greater abhorrence than that crown. It is the seed at the root of evil- (pauses) -and it was a gift to me. No, I was once Seth. I have lost my name. Addendum 4840.4: Interview The following interview was conducted by SCP Foundation Overseer O5-1. O5-1: I'm sorry to keep you up so late, friend. SCP-4840-A: Fret not. I know the world moves quickly outside of this place. An old man like me can stand to spare a few moments. O5-1: How are you feeling? SCP-4840-A: In truth, I am tired. I have been here for a long, long time. My youth is spent, and I am waning. The prayers I once spoke to bury the secrets of the past are little more than the murmur of a distant echo. I am nearing my end. O5-1: I understand. We're preparing contingency plans for that inevitability - we want to be able to take as much of this off you as possible. We'll begin moving the city within the next few months. Our people are working on preparing its resting place as we speak. SCP-4840-A: I am encouraged by this, thank you. (Pause) You are not here to talk about this city though, are you? O5-1: I am not. SCP-4840-A: Then speak your mind, my child. O5-1: I want to know more about your father. SCP-4840-A: Ahh. (Pauses) By the time I came of age, my father was already a legend in the eyes of our people. They said he'd spent the lifetime of a man walking the young Earth alone, working wonders and casting out the old horrors from his lands. He was said to have built Aud on Eden's hill, and lingered in the garden during the twilight of those early days, when the stars were still bright in the sky. He met the first woman there, in the garden. She was Lilith - the mother of nations. My father chose her first two sons to sit at his right and left hand. The firstborn sons and daughters of Aud were her children, but she left after some time and disappeared into the weird places of the world. O5-1: Who was your mother? SCP-4840-A: Her name was Eve, the daughter of paradise. She was not born of Lilith, or of the gods. She came wholly from my father, who cut a rib from his own chest and built my mother from it. I was their only child, and the effort of my birth weakened her terribly. She passed a short time later - I never truly knew her. O5-1: What was your father like? SCP-4840-A: (Pause) Time, it does dull the senses terribly. Of my father, I remember little - but I do remember feelings. Being near him was like a summer's day, and his words were music. He… he was quiet. I was told he had not always been so, but the loss of my mother had darkened him. Still, when he laughed it was a peal of bright thunder, and when he raged it was a hurricane. O5-1: What caused him to rage? SCP-4840-A: Oh, he… (Pause) I recall thrice when my father was angry. Once, when he shattered the iron god Mekhane - his own father - for attempting to usurp him, and then… ah, when my brother… O5-1: What's that? SCP-4840-A: I have told you about my brothers, and how they rose in defiance to take my father's crown for their own. What I did not say… ah, the fear of it grips me even now - it is perhaps the strongest memory I have of my father. I told you that my father locked away my brother Able for his insolence. This was a lie. In truth, it was a mercy he gave him. On the plain below Eden's hill, where Aud once overlooked, the sons and daughters of my brothers met in a grim struggle. They both lusted for the crown of my father and desired nothing else. Asem had long since barred them from the city, itself inhabited by only ghosts then, and myself. In the midst of that battle, he… ah… Pauses SCP-4840-A: There was a brief interlude in the fighting. Able came out from his camp and offered peace to my brother Cain - an end to their fighting. But Cain was overcome with wickedness, and in that moment he took a stone from the earth and killed Able. He broke his body beneath it, and in his madness declared himself rightful lord over the heavens and Earth, and sole inheritor of his father's crown. Then he… he wept, and as he wept he was filled with a terrible despair for the thing he had done. He brought my brother's body before the gate to Asem's city, and called out for my father. He… (Pause) He broke Cain's body, took the arms with which he had used to kill our brother and fed them to the wolves, and then placed a fell curse on his soul. He was damned then to ever walk the world, cursing the ground beneath him where he went, and to be cursed with a perfect memory, such that he would never forget the fear in Able's eyes as he brought that stone down upon him. Pauses SCP-4840-A: When my father brought Able back from beyond death, he was changed. His spirit had been separated from his body, and when they were reunited a truly terrible hatred filled the gaps between them. My father lamented what his son had become, and put him in a stone crypt where he could hate forever. But I tell you this - even in his despair, my father was terrifying to behold. The very gods quaked at the sight of him in those hours, as did I. O5-1: What happened to your father? SCP-4840-A: I wish I could say. After Able was killed I knew that there would be other brothers who might kill their own for a chance at my father's crown - so I stole it and fled. My children came with me, and we hid like insects. This was the third time I felt the rage of my father - a rage from which there was no escape. It was a heat, an inferno that came from him like a storm and drove those few who remained away from Eden's hill. But we endured, and after a hundred years or more he diminished, and returned to his empty halls. I stayed hidden until long after he was gone, but we… we heard stories. Stories of dark multitudes on long ships, of a dancing king under a red star and my father standing alone against them. It was not until later that I learned of the Nightwalkers and their Faerie masters. I would not have believed it, that any power existed in this world that could undo Adam el Asem, and yet he is… gone. O5-1: You hesitated. SCP-4840-A: It is nothing. There was a time, in ages past, where I would dream about hearing my father's voice crying out from the very foundations of the world, but those days have passed. What little remains of my father's legacy is a shadow, passing before the dawn. O5-1: I see. (Pause) We know where your father is. Pause. O5-1: It is not a lie, I swear it. SCP-4840-A: It… it is impossible. He was broken. O5-1: Aye, that he was. But we have found him all the same. I came to you today, Seth, because I need your help. There are those in this world who would call us their enemy, who find our task abhorrent in some way or another. One of them is a man who once called me friend, but now he… well, nevermind it. He knows about your father, and where he is. It is possible he knows even more than that. I am afraid of his intentions, and what he is capable of. I need your help. SCP-4840-A: I… I will give it, so much that I have left to give. Yes, I will help you. O5-1: Good. Once we have moved this city to the designated place, I will send for you. We will need to speak, the four of us, about what we should do with what we found. SCP-4840-A: Four of us? (Pause) You… you mean my- O5-1: Your brothers, Seth. You've all been alone for too long, and we're going to need all of you. Footnotes 1. Report pending. 2. Roughly 5.45km in diameter. 3. Despite the height at which SCP-4840 rests, persons within the city's boundaries experience temperature and oxygen density like they would at sea level. 4. Seemingly a precursor language to ancient Greek and other Mediterranean languages. 5. The Temples of Sunrise, Sunset, and Night, respectively. 6. This sigil bears many similarities to those discovered during excavation of other pre-antediluvian sites, specifically those concerning SCP-████, the "Royal House of Apollyon". 7. Due to the limitations of aircraft at the time, it would have been impossible for Dansen to accurately describe SCP-4840 due to it being over 3km higher than he would've been flying, leading many to speculate that the city was much closer to the ground at that point, perhaps 4.5 - 5km. 8. According to SCP-4840-A, the two structures were "cut from the same stone". 9. 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SCP-4841 | safe | It's cold and the [bone?]'s breaking. close Info X SCP-4841: St. John of the Blood-Smeared Cross Author: Tufto. More of Tufto's work can be found here. Image: The image is in the public domain and can be found here. Photograph found attached to SCP-4841-2; caption on the reverse reads "Yakov Tsaanov, before 1905 war". Item #: SCP-4841 Special Containment Procedures: In cooperation with the Russian government, SCP-4841 has been cordoned off from the rest of Svyatilishche and public access has been prevented under the guise of a military land seizure. Foundation archeological digs are planned in the vicinity of SCP-4841 for mid-2020. Description: SCP-4841 is the Church of St. John in the village of Svyatilishche, Turukhansky District, Russia. SCP-4841 was constructed in the 1690s, and is believed to have been built on top of an earlier Ket1 structure used for an unknown religious purpose. Any depiction of a human figure brought into SCP-4841 will, after an indeterminate period of time beneath one hour, begin to anomalously generate blood around the eyes and wrists in the painting2. Shortly afterwards, the eyes of the painting will appear to move independently; they most commonly look at people present in the church, other depictions of the human form, and at the altarpiece. Although no corroborating documents were found, long-time Svyatilishche residents claim that SCP-4841 was abandoned at some point in the early 20th century. A new church was completed in January 1911, which served the community until an accidental fire damaged it in August 2018. SCP-4841's anomalous properties were thus only discovered on 29/09/2018, when Orthodox icons were taken into the building after it was temporarily reopened. In addition to its anomalous properties, SCP-4841 also features several highly unusual iconographical and architectural elements: Its construction in stone, a very rare occurrence in 17th century Siberia3. Analysis of the stone showed that it originated in northern Mongolia and had probably been reused from a previous structure on the site. Carvings on the exterior showing St. John with multiple arms. Aside from his characteristic chalice, he is also holding a cross-staff. An unusual inscription carved on a wall close to the church entrance. Although heavily damaged (apparently deliberately), it appears to be the words of a prayer to St. John which implores his aid against sin, temptation and "masters". Analysis of the carving dates it to the early 20th century. Further analysis is planned. Addendum 4841-1: On 06/06/2019, the Foundation recovered the collection of Henry Korsakov, an American businessman of Russian descent who was involved in several anomalous communities. Among his belongings were several pages of a journal belonging to an unknown individual and an attached photograph (see above). The journal was primarily written in Russian, but with some words believed to have originated in an unknown Yenisei dialect. A translation of the journal entries follows. 29th December, 1910 [11th January 1911 in the Gregorian Calendar] Miss Elena from down in the village proper died the other day. People are very angry about it. I turned nine today but I don't feel very [happy?] about it, because they are blaming Charki[?] Miroslava for it. Mama says it's the new priest, the one from Moscow, because he doesn't understand why we love St. John so much. I asked Charki Miroslava about it but she said that all she'd done was [making? crafting?] which I saw her do on Yakov when he came back from the war, and it worked on him. If that's what she did then it's not her fault, he didn't die. 3rd January, 1911 [16th January 1911 in the Gregorian Calendar] They're going to build a new church, and abandon the old one. The new priest says that there's too much of the [pagan? scream?] around it. Mama called him a [demon? easterner?] and said that he'd be gone too, all the others that had tried had gone. She told me stories of John and Lyudmilla his consort, and the war against the masters in Christ's name, and then she [took?] the wart from my skin. Boys started throwing stones today at me and Dmitry. Yakov and Afanasay told me that their fathers and grandfathers had loved St. John too, they'd just forgotten. Yakov said that when his grandfather was young, they had all loved St. John, and even the savages down the river had loved him, dozens of them. It's only three families now who remember how now. 9th January, 1911 [22nd January 1911 in the Gregorian Calendar] I got chased away from the school today. The old teacher was a [lover?] but he had to leave after the stuff in Petrograd last year4 but the new one keeps telling Dmitry and I that we've been taught wrong. I'm really scared and there's nobody to talk to, Mama keeps taking us to the church to listen to Afanasay talk when the priest is gone. He carved a prayer into the wall and taught it to us, to keep away the [demons? easterners?] away. I tried to talk to Yakov but he just told me to have faith, and to be like St. [Tsaan?] and to hide myself. 10th January, 1911 [23rd January 1911 in the Gregorian Calendar] We're in the church, all of us, Tsaanovs and Korsakovs and us Petrovs. Yakov did something and they can't come through the door but it's cold and we don't have much food. Dmitry keeps looking pale and wanting to run away but Mama Korsakov said he couldn't, that the [bone?] on the door couldn't be broken or we'd all die I just want to go home. There's not much food left. Yakov keeps talking about how nobody remembers but I don't think he does, or Afasanay, they just keep saying the words over and over again that Yakov's grandfather taught then but they're just words, words that do things, they've forgotten what they meant. I don't think St. John did the things they said. Nobody else thinks so but us. I think Mama is I think she's not 18th January, 1911 [31st January 1911 in the Gregorian Calendar] It's cold and the [bone?]'s breaking. Mama is sick and weak and Yakov just keeps chanting and Afasanay keeps chanting at the walls but we can't get out, they're all outside and their torches are aflame and there's no way out. St. John will save us, Yakov says, he overthrew the [easterners? daeva?] and he led Lyudmilla to the light of the [flesh?] but we've all forgotten, we just need to remember what we were and it'll be fine. Afanasay says he's found a way to cure us, cure us forever, but we won't like it, the [flesh?] must mix with the [loam? stone?] and become whole but I don't want to, he says we'll have to weep and weep and weep and the stigmata will keep pouring out and we'll just stare as the [flesh?] in the walls Mama is sick and she keeps crying out. We can't leave. John save us, John save us, John save us. Footnotes 1. An indigenous group to the area and the only surviving Yeniseian people as of 2019. 2. The latter is similar to the purported Christian miracle of stigmata, which the congregation initially mistook it for. 3. The only other known examples are secular buildings at Tobolsk and Abalak, which bear little resemblance to SCP-4841. 4. Presumably the 1905 revolution. Rural teachers were often involved in political activism during the revolution, but this swiftly declined after its suppression. |
SCP-4842 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4842 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4842-1 is to be contained in an anechoic locker at Site-28. Manifestations of SCP-4842-2 are contained in an anechoic display with a specialized internal microphone; a Foundation agent embedded in the local anartist scene is to maintain this display under the guise of it being an art installation. As SCP-4842-2 instances cease all anomalous activity after playing, it is to be removed from its location and recycled as needed. Description: SCP-4842-1 is a boombox which operates at maximum volume for its model without the need for a power source. The only recording that has played since its discovery and subsequent containment are field recordings of trains passing nearby the microphone. The recording lasts for 30 minutes and 29 seconds. After it finishes, the recording loops and plays again. SCP-4842-1 was discovered and initially cataloged as AO-17-051902 on 01/05/2015. It was reclassified as SCP-4842-1 following Recording-4842-Beta.1 SCP-4842-2 is a boombox which manifests at 40°██'██.█"N 74°██'██.█"W once every 177 days, thereafter playing at maximum volume without the need for a power source. Recordings played from SCP-4842-2 vary in content and length; two individuals are present on all recordings, identified as Jensen Kortland and Alix Cuthbertson. Interviews with the individuals in question have revealed that neither are aware of SCP-4842 or its associated phenomena, and that neither have visited the state of ████████, having lived on Martha's Vineyard together since April 7th, 2013. Addendum 4842-B: List of transcribed SCP-4842-2 recordings + Recording 4842-Alpha (07/01/2015) - Recording 4842-Alpha (July 1. 2015) Recording 4842-Alpha: Recording played during discovery. 00:00: Low humming drone. 00:05: Ambient noises of a train. 00:20: Audio of Jensen Kortland starts midway through a word. Drone and train noises cut out entirely. Kortland: — oint, then? Cuthbertson: Don't ask me. It was your decision to move in now of all times, not mine. K: You got me there, I guess. How long until we can go? C: I just need to win this map! I definitely have it now since there's just — K: [speaking over] Uh huh. C: A few seconds left. I have sight advantage too. K: Come onnn. You'll just be at it all night, and we have to do this — C: YES! Eat shit! K: Fuuuuck, at least don't yell that loud. I'll go put my shoes on and start the car. C: Took me long enough! Listen, we also need to get AAs as well so find a, uh… K: I thought they didn't need those. C: No, but you need them to effectively use your magic. Right, a Radioshack, if those still exist around here. 02:45: [Silence for 21 seconds.] C: Pup? You get all that? K: Oh, yeah yeah. We need to buy a keyboard there too, right? C: Yeah, then we stop by ███████ and it'll go down on the train tracks. K: And it works? C: Lucy said she did it and it's worked for her, but it feels like being on shrooms so you have to — K: Yeah. C: You know, gotta be careful. She said "not all of you lines up with you", something like that. K: If you — 03:39: [Recording ends.] - Recording 4842-Alpha (July 1. 2015) + Recording 4842-Beta (12/25/2015) - Recording 4842-Beta (12/25/2015) Recording 4842-Beta: 00:00: Low humming drone. 00:06: Ambient noises of a train. 00:22: A door opens. K: Fuck off, I still know I'm right. C: The boombox isn't even on! You saw me dismantle it too — K: We shouldn't have even done it more than once. C: Nothing went wrong the first time, why would something go wrong again? K: I know what I'm hearing. It still rung in my ears even in Massachusetts.2 C: Let's just chill tonight, okay? I wanna spend Christmas with you. K: It's… I can't chill. My thoughts are becoming, like. Fuck. C: Yeah. Let's just drink tonight and have fun, okay? K: Just promise me you'll throw that fucking thing away. C: Yeah yeah. K: █████████████. C: Mmhmm, █████████████. 01:18: Drone and train noises continue for another 36 seconds. 01:56: Recording ends. - Recording 4842-Beta (12/25/2015) + Recording 4842-Gamma (06/19/2016) - Recording 4842-Gamma (06/19/2016) Recording 4842-Gamma: 00:00: Low humming drone. 00:07: Ambient noises of a train. 00:26: Acoustic guitar for 13 minutes. 13:30: Clapping. 13:47: Acoustic guitar for 1 minute and 57 seconds. 15:50: Clapping. C: Still got it, pup. 15:59: Acoustic guitar for 17 seconds. C: Hmm. K: Yeah? C: I dunno. I feel kinda off. K: Want me to get you some medicine? C: I'll be good. Play something from Colma next. K: Headache? C: Sorta. Like if my head was ringing. 16:30: Silence for 20 seconds. K: How long has it been like that, hun? C: Like, last week. K: What else? C: Well, like, deja vu shit. Not even just that, though. Someone tells me I did one thing but I thought I was — 17:06: Conversation is cut by sustained static noise. Voices can be heard in the noise, as can horns. 24:00: Noise ends, silence for six seconds. C: I just. I just, uh. I need some sleep is all. 24:18: Recording ends. - Recording 4842-Gamma (06/19/2016) + Incident Report 4842-A (12/13/2016) - Access granted. Involved Individuals/Anomalies: SCP-4842 Report: On 12/13/2016, at 09:03 AM, SCP-4842-2's display case shattered during a recording. This recording deviates from previous recordings, consisting of a single sustained train horn for 4 minutes and 35 seconds. Individuals in the area were examined for possible cognitohazardous containment, and amnescitized afterwards. SCP-4842-1's recording during this time period differed, consisting of incomprehensible voices from Jensen Kortland and Alix Cuthbertson, with the possible sound of fire in the background. Neither Jensen Kortland and Alix Cuthbertson reported unusual activity or mood changes that day. Upon follow-up questioning the next day, their home was found abandoned. Various types of batteries and keyboards were spilled across the living room floor, along with a miniature model train, 8 grams of marijuana, and an artistic depiction of severed ears located under a bed mattress. - Access granted. + Recording 4842-Delta (06/08/2017) - Recording 4842-Delta (06/08/2017) Recording 4842-Delta: 00:00: Low humming drone. 00:08: Ambient noises of a train. 00:36: Coughing. C: I don't want to think about it. K: Okay. 00:45: Silence for 10 seconds. C: I fucking hate trains. K: Huh? C: I said I hate trains! 00:53: Silence for 12 seconds. K: Hun, I'm going to step outside for a little bit. C: Okay. K: Do you want anything? 01:11: Eight seconds of silence, followed by the sound of a door closing, followed by 1 minute and 9 seconds of silence. C: I don't want to hear myself anymore… please stop. Hah. Please come back soon, pup. 02:39: Silence for 30 seconds. C: They told me you're not coming back. Lucy vanished and now you… We shouldn't have tried fixing it with the third time. Please don't leave. I hate what I'm thinking. It won't stop playing in my mind, of you — 03:33: A brief pause for three seconds followed by a yell. C: Fuck, dude! I hate trains! 03:43: Audio from multiple sources overlaps each other for 7 minutes. The sounds of violins, a river, various trains, and labored breathing can be made out. 10:43: Recording ends. - Recording 4842-Delta (06/08/2017) + Recording 4842-Epsilon (12/02/2017) - Recording 4842-Epsilon (12/02/2017) Recording 4842-Epsilon: 00:00: Low humming drone. 00:09: Ambient noises of a train. 00:45: Ambient recording of a single piano note, repeated infrequently and with minor variation for 20 minutes. Drone and train noises cut out entirely. 20:45: Piano recording is cut out by low humming drone and train noises, which last until the end of the recording. 60:58: Recording ends. - Recording 4842-Epsilon (12/02/2017) Audio of Recording 4842-Epsilon (12/02/2017): Recording 4842-Epsilon was recorded and thereafter transferred to Site-28's Digital Recordings Archive by Researcher Jeffery Ash. If the player below will not function for you, you can access the audio via this link. Addendum 4842-D: Starting on 05/28/2018, all recordings played from SCP-4842-2 have been instances of Recording 4842-Epsilon, with apparent worsening sound quality each manifestation. Footnotes 1. See Addendum 4842-B. 2. Jensen Kortland visited Rhode Island a day prior to the playback of Recording 4842-Beta for undisclosed reasons. Alix Cuthberson stated during questioning that Kortland may have visited a relative, though this could not be confirmed. |
SCP-4843 | safe | Item #: SCP-4843 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4843 is currently buried 24 meters underground in its original gravesite at Aspen Grove Cemetery in Burlington, Iowa. The disappearance of the Essermink family has been explained by Cover Story-109 "Witness Protection". Family members not found within SCP-4843 have been amnesticized. Description: SCP-4843 is the coffin of Gerald Essermink, a drag racing enthusiast interred in Burlington, Iowa. SCP-4843 is surrounded by a tough shell, estimated to be 18 meters in diameter. SCP-4843's shell is composed of organic and non-organic materials divided between five distinct layers. It restores any displaced mass after a period of four days. Sample collections show that restored materials are identical each regeneration. Below is a description of the shell surrounding SCP-4843 by layer. Layer Description Outermost Layer A combination of wood, glass, electrical wire, brick, and carpet. Approximately 12 meters thick. Layer 2 A combination of metal and rubber, as well as painted fiberglass. Approximately 3 meters thick. Layer 3 Miscellaneous racing paraphernalia, including model cars, flags, photographs, and video games. Approximately 1 meter thick. Innermost Layer Several corpses, ranging from ages 10 to 90, in various stages of decomposition. Return studies have indicated that the corpses are in stasis and do not decompose any further. Approximately 2 meters thick. Core SCP-4843. Inside contains the body of Mr. Essermink and several photos. Photos depict Mr. Essermink in various tourist locations and speedways, as well as with his spouse and grandchildren.1 Discovery: SCP-4843 had gained its anomalous properties on May 6th, 2012, one week after Mr. Essermink's burial. It was at this time that its shell rapidly began to form around it, disrupting the surrounding graves in Aspen Grove Cemetery and attracting the attention of the Foundation. Containment Protocols were enacted immediately to hide SCP-4843 from public view while Disinformation Campaign "IN MEMORIAM" was initiated citywide. Due to its massive size, SCP-4843 could not be located elsewhere discreetly, thus the decision was made to bury it further in Aspen Grove Cemetery. According to multiple civilians and witnesses, numerous direct relatives of Mr. Essermink suddenly disappeared around the same time as SCP-4843's emergence, as well as three race cars and a cabin personally built by Mr. Essermink. Footnotes 1. Investigation into Essermink's personal life indicate that this was specifically stipulated in his will. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4843" by RockTeethMothEyes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4843. 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-4844 | keter | || SCP-4844 - Last Man Standing | What's The Deal? » SCP-4844, photographed in 2012, 7 years after its ascension. Item #: SCP-4844 Special Containment Procedures: No effective means of containing SCP-4844 are currently known. Research and examination are being conducted to find methods by which SCP-4844 may be contained or terminated. Both SCP-4844's home in Los Angeles and its ziggurat beneath the Caspian Sea are to be surveilled to monitor SCP-4844's activity. Description: SCP-4844 is Tim Allen, an American actor and comedian known for performances in Toy Story, The Santa Clause, and Home Improvement. SCP-4844 possesses reality-bending capabilities more potent than those of any other entity in the Northern Hemisphere. SCP-4844 is capable of numerous feats including flight, spontaneous materialization and dematerialization, fine manipulation of objects and substances, and stand-up comedy. The exact origin of these abilities is unknown, but they are believed to be associated with obscure and forbidden acting techniques SCP-4844 utilized throughout the filming of 2006's The Shaggy Dog. Following the negative critical reception of The Shaggy Dog, SCP-4844 retained its public persona as a mundane actor, but began using its powers recreationally to pursue several personal projects in secret. The specifics of most of these projects are unknown. SCP-4844's largest known project is a ziggurat of solid obsidian built at the lowest point of the Caspian Sea. Located in a semi-permeable hemisphere of breathable air, this ziggurat contains countless artifacts created by SCP-4844 as a form of recreation, artistic expression, or wish fulfilment. Notable artifacts found during clandestine expeditions are listed below. A life-size marble sculpture depicting every character SCP-4844 has ever portrayed on film. The figures are engaged in unarmed combat with each other. The base of the sculpture is a pile of ostensibly deceased replicas of SCP-4844. Forty-five wooden and bone figurines made to resemble famous actors that SCP-4844 has worked with. They are depicted in various states of severe injury. An immense mural depicting a victorious SCP-4844 standing atop an overturned M1 Abrams tank. The tank is surrounded by crying women. A scale model of the United States of America. Florida is absent. Much of the Midwest is covered by an engraving of Tim "The Toolman" Taylor. He is smiling and wielding a claw hammer. A 21-metre-tall statue of Russian-American writer Ayn Rand. She is smiling and wielding a claw hammer. Addendum: In 2016, a group of independent archaeologists unearthed a granite tablet in the ruins of the ancient Sumerian city-state of Ur. This discovery drew the Foundation's attention when the tablet was reported to depict modern-day characters despite being ostensibly 3000 years old. The tablet was acquired by the Foundation and the discoverers were amnesticized. The tablet depicts SCP-4844, dressed as Tim "The Toolman" Taylor and flanked by Buzz Lightyear and Santa Claus. SCP-4844 is shown to be locked in mortal combat with American stand-up comedian Jerry Seinfeld atop an unknown volcano. Jerry Seinfeld is not known to possess anomalous abilities to the extent implied by this tablet. No actions are to be taken to empower Jerry Seinfeld at this time. || SCP-4844 - Last Man Standing | What's The Deal? » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4844" by TyGently, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4844. 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: tim.jpg Name: Hector Elizondo, Tim Allen, Christoph Sanders, DSC_0051 Author: Red Carpet Report on Mingle Media TV License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Additional Notes: Image cropped. |
SCP-4845 | safe | ItsDenali SCP-4845: Great Food, No Atmosphere (OR: Tacos That Are Literally Out of This World) Author: ItsDenali A GIGANTIC shoutout and thank you to BedtimeSCP for their fantastic reading of SCP-4845! Listen along! banner.jpg was created from Gullies in Galle. Under the terms of the SCP Wiki, I release it under CC BY-SA 3.0. All edits were made by me. More By This Author 2/4845 LEVEL 2/4845 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4845 Safe Assigned Site(s) Project Lead Project Assistant Assigned Personnel Site-120, Site-169 Dr. Caballero Dr. Saberstein Site-169 Personnel SCP-4845 as seen from orbit. Special Containment Procedures: Satellite photography and related orbital data collected from SCP-4845's location are to be altered to exclude information implying its existence. Personnel planted within NASA and the ESA are to alter such data to this end. Once Site-169 has been established on the lunar surface, approved Foundation personnel from there or Site-120 may dine at SCP-4845. In exchange for allowing Site-169 to utilize SCP-4845's electricity, an internet connection is to be provided to SCP-4845, on the condition that all outgoing data remains closely monitored for potential breaches in security. Possible connections between SCP-4845 and the disappearance of a Taco Bell restaurant from Wyoming, USA in the summer of 2013 are currently being investigated. Description: SCP-4845 is a fully-operational Taco Bell fast food restaurant located near 44°S 55°W, on the Earth's Moon. As determined from remote and manned explorations of SCP-4845, the establishment has been confirmed to possess several anomalous qualities, including: Unidentified, most likely infinite sources of power and edible food products that allow it to operate indefinitely An Earth-like atmosphere in terms of pressure and composition both inside and around the premises A staff of five humanoid entities collectively designated SCP-4845-A that consists of three males and two females, all of which possess mild anomalous abilities (See Addendum 4845.1) On 2/24/19, personnel at Site-120 stabilized a Type-07 “Intended Access” Wormhole and linked the opening end to a point on the Moon located approximately 0.5 kilometers from SCP-4845. To test the stability of the access point, an MEEVSR1 was sent through the opening to investigate SCP-4845. The exploration yielded information about SCP-4845's interior and SCP-4845-A instances, as well as atmospheric composition and pressure. Based on these measurements and the MEEVSR's interactions with the staff, it was determined that SCP-4845 is habitable for baseline humans and SCP-4845-A instances are non-hostile. + Access fileserv:/S:/4845/exploration/1.log: - Collapse Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 2/24/2019 Exploration Team: MEEVSR Unit “Bison-01” Subject: SCP-4845 Command Lead: Dr. Caballero, Site-120 [BEGIN LOG] Bison-01 begins to approach SCP-4845’s western entrance. Due to the presence of the aforementioned wormhole, video transmission and rover controller reactions are nearly instantaneous. As Bison-01 comes within range of SCP-4845, more details can be made out about the structure: small, decorative bushes can be seen scattered around the perimeter of the building, several promotional posters are hung in the windows, and electrical lights are visible inside. Bison-01 approaches closer and humanoid figures become visible through SCP-4845's windows. Upon coming within roughly 20 meters of SCP-4845, one of the figures appears to notice Bison-01 and walks to the western side of the structure to observe it, gesturing for the other entities to join it. Operators at Site-120 slow Bison-01’s movement speed as it nears the entrance. One of the figures opens the door as Bison-01 reaches the sidewalk ramp and stops. The figure looks perplexedly at Bison-01 and gestures for it to enter the structure. Personnel at Site-120 briefly take a moment to discuss before agreeing to enter the structure and navigate Bison-01 up the ramp into SCP-4845. As Bison-01’s camera begins to survey the area, the five figures surround it. The entities appear identical to baseline humans, with three males and two females present. Their facial expressions and postures imply a lack of hostility towards Bison-01, and they appear to be attempting to speak to the rover. Due to its audio-recording devices having been attuned to accompany the lunar atmosphere rather than a terrestrial one, the entities' voices are heavily distorted and the content of these communications cannot be made out. Bison-01 proceeds around the establishment, taking note of the signage, seating, and menu. The entities disperse but continue to observe Bison-01 as it records data. After five minutes, Project Lead Dr. Caballero decides that sufficient data has been collected by the rover and the order to terminate the exploration is issued. As Bison-01 exits SCP-4845, one of the entities can be seen speaking and waving goodbye to the rover. [END LOG] Future manned explorations into SCP-4845 are being considered once Site-169 has been fully established. + Access fileserv:/S:/4845/addendum/1.log: - Collapse Addendum 4845.1: The following is a summary of all SCP-4845-A instances present within SCP-4845. Instance Subdesignation Description Duties2 -A1 Bearded caucasian male, brown hair with some graying, estimated to be in late 30s. Self-described as the "Assistant Manager" of SCP-4845. -A2 Hispanic male, brown hair, estimated to be in early 20s. Kitchen, bathroom cleaning. -A3 Caucasian male, brown hair, estimated to be in early 20s. Kitchen and food area cleaning. -A4 Caucasian female, blonde hair, estimated to be in early 20s. Register and drive-thru. -A5 Asian female, black hair, estimated to be in late teens. Register and performs machine maintenance when needed. All instances possess immunity to radiation and other forms of harmful energy capable of penetrating the Moon's atmosphere. Additionally, all are able to healthily survive on diets lacking nutrients usually required for human functionality, with said diets being composed entirely out of SCP-4845 menu items or their components. Instances are believed to possess increased psychological stability as well, due to their resistance to expected mental stresses associated with SCP-4845's isolated location. + Access fileserv:/S:/4845/interview/1.log: - Collapse Shortly after the establishment of Site-169 roughly 0.5 kilometers from SCP-4845, Site-169 Psychologist Dr. Saberstein conducted an interview with SCP-4845-A1 on 3/16/21 to discern further details about SCP-4845 and its inhabitants. The transcript is provided below. Interview Video Log Transcript Interview 01 Video Log Date: 2/24/2022 Interviewer: Dr. Saberstein, Site-169 Psychologist Interviewee: SCP-4845-A1 [BEGIN LOG] (SCP-4845-A1 leads Dr. Saberstein to the managerial office at the back of SCP-4845 and invites him to sit down in a chair facing a desk. Dr. Saberstein sits, SCP-4845-A1 closes the door behind them and seats himself behind the desk.) SCP-4845-A1: Assistant Manager Kyle of the only Taco Bell on this humble, little moon at your service. Now what can I do for ya, doc? Dr. Saberstein: I just have a few questions for you. SCP-4845-A1: I bet. Even for you guys it must be a bit odd to find a random fast food joint so out of place like this. Dr. Saberstein: (Laughs lightly.) Well, it wouldn’t be the first time. But as for this fine establishment, could you tell me how it got here in the first place? SCP-4845-A1: (Nods.) So here all five of us are, it’s a slow, midnight graveyard shift at our humble Taco Bell in the middle of nowhere, Wyoming. All of a sudden some strange stuff starts happening. Odd lights, sudden wind outside, and this weird buzzing sound that kept getting louder, then, bam! (He gestures wildly.) A bright flash of light and everything outside goes dark again. Dr. Saberstein: Interesting. SCP-4845-A1: Beth ran out to see what happened, turned pale as a ghost, and ran inside screaming about how she could see another planet in the sky. We all went to check it out, and sure enough there was a big blue marble staring down at us. Only then did we notice the desert and strip mall around us were gone. Dr. Saberstein: That must have been quite a shock. SCP-4845-A1: You have no idea. (SCP-4845-A1 leans back in his chair, kicks his feet up on the table, and begins twiddling his thumbs.) SCP-4845-A1: Well, naturally, we all began to panic. None of our phones had signal as you would expect, so calling for help was out of the question. We quickly realized that it wasn’t some new planet in the sky, that was our planet that we had somehow left behind. Dr. Saberstein: Then what did you do? SCP-4845-A1: Tried to find a way back. It didn’t take us very long to figure out that whatever put us here didn’t want us to leave, though. Miguel would try running past the parking lot and immediately get launched back by some unseen force. Maybe it’s for our own good, you know? After all, I wouldn’t expect us to be able to breathe out there. Dr. Saberstein: You’d be right on that part, Kyle, vacuums do tend to be rather detrimental to human physiology. SCP-4845-A1: Yeah. Anyways, we started trying to make sense of what was happening to us. It took a few days, but eventually the panic started to subside, and we started to get more and more used to it. Tacos for breakfast, burritos for lunch, something else for dinner, and a Baja Blast to wash it all down. Plus, those booths are surprisingly easy to sleep on. Dr. Saberstein: Interesting. Now, how've you been able to survive out here without any food shipments or resupplies? SCP-4845-A1: Well, that would be the manager’s doing. (Nodding to the landline telephone on the desk.) Occasionally this little thing will ring, and when I answer the same voice will always respond with someone or something speaking. It's not quite male, not quite female, and definitely not human. Dr. Saberstein: Really? What does it say? SCP-4845-A1: (Shrugs.) Usually it’ll ask how we’re doing and if we (Imitating quotation marks with his fingers,) “need anything while I’m out.” Then it’ll start briefing me on new menu items set to come out soon, and when to put up the posters, and all that. Dr. Saberstein: Have you ever seen this, uh, manager? SCP-4845-A1: Not yet, doc. Whatever it is has yet to actually make an appearance here. Dr. Saberstein: Do you think it could be hostile in any way? SCP-4845-A1: (Shakes his head.) Nah, I don’t think so. Something tells me that it wishes us well, or at the very least wants to keep us alive and working. Dr. Saberstein: Huh. But about the food, you said the manager takes care of restocking? SCP-4845-A1: One way or another. One minute the walk-in fridge and freezer will be empty, the next—(SCP-4845-A1 gestures with his hands again.) Poof! Produce, meat, and bags of soda syrup where there was nothing a second ago. Sometimes they'll even leave the new promotional posters and menu items they mentioned over the phone. A similar thing happens to anything we throw in the dumpster, too. Toss it in, close the lid, open it back up, and it's just empty. Dr. Saberstein: Huh. Have you ever seen the food appearing or garbage disappearing? SCP-4845-A1: Not once. If it is the manager, whatever they're doing won’t work if they’re being watched, I guess. Dr. Saberstein: (Chuckles.) Maybe they’re just shy. SCP-4845-A1: They just might be. Dr. Saberstein: And how long have you lived like this? SCP-4845-A1: Years, at this point. We’ve all gotten used to it, though. It does get pretty boring around here, and business is about as slow as you’d expect for a Taco Bell on the Moon, but we do what we can to keep busy. Beth writes cringy fanfics on her laptop, Miguel stargazes, you get the idea. Dr. Saberstein: I guess you don’t get much business around here anyway, do you? SCP-4845-A1: (Shaking his head.) No, occasionally we’ll get customers. Nothing human of course; sometimes they look like us, sometimes they don’t. (He shrugs.) But hey, if they’ve got the money, we can make the magic happen. Of course, it’s never the kind of money we’re familiar with, but it’s gotta be worth something to someone somewhere, right? After all, as soon as we pop it into the register it just vanishes. Dr. Saberstein: (Hesitantly.) Right. Would you mind describing some of these, uh, customers? SCP-4845-A1: (SCP-4845-A1 waves his hand dismissively.) No point. Once they stop by they usually never come back. Maybe we’re like an interstellar rest stop or something? I wouldn't be surprised, plus I've kind of gathered as much from the manager's comments over the phone. Dr. Saberstein: Alright then. So, has the isolation of this place affected you in any way you can tell? SCP-4845-A1: Beyond being bored, not really. I mean, yeah I generally miss Earth and all that but there just isn’t much that, well, all five of us, really, left behind. I was living in a rundown motel, and the rest of the team was either estranged or just on the run from something in their past. You could say it doesn’t really make a difference, being up here. At least the view is nice. Dr. Saberstein: (Scribbling more notes.) Alright, thank you. Anything else you’d like to add? SCP-4845-A1: (Tilting his head slightly and looking down at his desk.) I guess I’d just say to watch your step out there. If the manager went through all the trouble of teleporting an entire fucking Taco Bell onto the Moon, it’s probably not going to take kindly to, uh, meddlers, I guess you could say. Dr. Saberstein: Would that mean your employer seems like the violent type? SCP-4845-A1: (Waving defensively.) No, no, no! I’m just saying that not even we know what exactly is behind this whole debacle or what will happen if it’s not kept happy. Plus, there’s no telling what it might think now that you’ve set up your base over yonder. (SCP-4845-A1 gets up from his chair and looks out the window. A brilliant sky of stars is visible above the dusty gray wastes outside. He turns back to Dr. Saberstein and waves dismissively with his hand.) SCP-4845-A1: Eh, I don’t think anything’ll come of it. Besides, with you Foundation guys so close by, business will be booming like never before! Dr. Saberstein: Yes, hopefully. (Dr. Saberstein stands and shakes hands with SCP-4845-A1 as the two exit the office. Just as he is about to prepare to return to Site-169, Dr. Saberstein turns back to SCP-4845-A1.) Dr. Saberstein: Oh, one more thing… SCP-4845-A1: Yeah? Dr. Saberstein: (Reaching into his pockets and looking up at the menu.) I could seriously go for a chalupa or two right now. SCP-4845-A1: (Chuckles.) Will that be for here or to go? [END LOG] The "manager" described by SCP-4845-A1 has been given a provisional designation as SCP-4845-B for the time being. Activity relating to SCP-4845-B is to be reported to Site-169 should it occur. + Access fileserv:/S:/4845/incident/1.log: - Collapse Incident 4845.A: On 5/20/22, a massive, space-faring vessel of undetermined origin was detected in geostationary orbit over SCP-4845. Approximately fifteen minutes after detection, a beam of light descended from the vessel and enveloped SCP-4845. At the time, several personnel from Site-169 were dining at SCP-4845; radio communication with them proved ineffective and additional personnel were physically unable to access SCP-4845 due to the beam. Ten minutes later, the beam dissipated and the vessel departed. Personnel outside then entered SCP-4845 to speak with those inside. All personnel and SCP-4845-A instances inside appeared uncomfortable but otherwise unharmed. The SCP-4845-A instances eventually resumed their duties and affected personnel were returned to Site-169 for psychological evaluation. A camera pack on a present personnel's equipment was left on for the duration of the event, and the footage was successfully extracted. A transcript of its contents is available below. Incident Video Log Transcript Incident 01 Video Log Date: 5/20/2022 Personnel Present: Researchers Griffin and Price, Dr. Cade; SCP-4845-A members [BEGIN LOG] The camera pack is resting on the ground near the door as the footage starts; due to its positioning, the register counter and some tables are visible. SCP-4845-A2 is working the register and is taking Researcher Price’s order, with Researcher Griffin waiting behind and Dr. Cade already seated and eating his food. Suddenly the interior of the room is engulfed in a flash of bright light that lasts for approximately ten seconds before fading, revealing a new figure present in the middle of the room. The entity appears as a light purple, vaguely cephalopodic humanoid clothed in formal attire carrying a briefcase. Its head is composed of a cephalopodic mantle, with two large eyes bulging outwards near the front of its head; several small tentacles hang down from the front of its face similar in appearance to a mustache. The figure’s exact size cannot be determined due to the angling of the camera but it appears to be over three meters in height. As SCP-4845-A1 enters the room from his office, the entity turns towards him and appears to smile, with its facial tentacles drawing upwards to reveal a horizontally-elongated beak. It approaches him casually, speaking rapidly and energetically in English. Entity: Kyle! How are you? I haven’t seen you in… how long has it been again? SCP-4845-A1: I’m doing well, Mr. uh, Manager? Entity: (The entity looks puzzledly at SCP-4845-A1 before tapping its own head with its tentaclesque arm.) Silly me, even after all this time we’ve never been formally introduced, have we? SCP-4845-A1: N-no, I don’t think we have. Entity: (Reaching for SCP-4845-A1’s hand.) Well in that case, I’m (the entity emits a series of clicks, hisses, and a high-pitched burst of static that causes present personnel to cringe), but you can just call me “Boss,” it’s way shorter. Nice to finally meet you in person. SCP-4845-A1: (Limply shaking the entity’s extended tentacle.) Likewise. (The entity begins to look around the room, notices Dr. Cade, and struts over to him.) Entity: Mr. (another series of clicks, hisses, and static), manager of this fine establishment at your service. How are you enjoying your food? Cade: (Wide-eyed, visibly pale.) I-it’s pretty good? Entity: Great to hear! Here, have a lollipop! (The entity produces a single chocolate Tootsie Pop from its pocket and tosses it into Dr. Cade’s lap.) And relax, kid, you look like you’ve never seen a (a different series of high-pitched noises and static) before. (Dr. Cade slowly pockets the item as the entity turns and walks towards SCP-4845-A1. As it passes Griffin and Price it pats them on their backs.) Entity: Thank you for your patronage, fellas. Now, Kyle would you mind showing me where the others are? I thought I’d say hello before heading out. SCP-4845-A1: Sure thing. (The entity follows SCP-4845-A1 into the backrooms of SCP-4845 and disappears from view of the camera. All Foundation personnel fall silent and look at each other perplexedly. Dr. Cade resumes eating his burrito.) Griffin: Guys, I think I just shit my pants. (After a few minutes the entity and SCP-4845-A1 reemerge from the backrooms.) Entity: Alright, Kyle, it was nice to finally check in with you all. SCP-4845-A1: It was nice to see you too, uh, Boss. Entity: Alrighty, I’m off. Other restaurants to manage, other food to sell, other people to deal with, et cetera, et cetera. So long! (It steps forward into the center of the room, looks towards the camera pack, waves, and winks. A bright light envelopes SCP-4845 once again then quickly dissipates. SCP-4845-A1 returns to the backrooms again and the remaining personnel are silent. At this point the beam preventing access to SCP-4845 is lifted and personnel outside enter the building.) [END LOG] The entity encountered is believed to be SCP-4845-B. Research into its current whereabouts is underway. Footnotes 1. Miniature Extraterrestrial Environment-Viable Surveillance Rover 2. These duties are merely the activities instances are most often seen doing, and instances have been known to perform other instances' tasks on occasion. |
SCP-4846 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4846 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4846 instances are to be organized into climate-controlled containers and collectively stored in a standard hermetic vault. Each instance is to be professionally maintained by a researcher with field experience in paleontology. Access permissions for SCP-4846 may be waived on request by personnel with at least Level 2 security clearance; recurrent access may be granted should SCP-4846 instances respond well to designated personnel. A designated fund is to be maintained by the research team overseeing the acquisition of new SCP-4846 instances. The fund is to be budgeted in accordance with Foundation fiscal policy to fulfill any SCP-4846-related restoration projects. When seeking and establishing caretakers or proprietors for locations pertaining to SCP-4846 manifestations, the SCP-4846 research team is to maintain a list of retired Foundation personnel who are amenable to settling in remote areas, and communicate with them as necessary. Donations to high-profile charities involving wildlife preservation are to be closely monitored. Possible owners of uncontained instances of SCP-4846 are to be identified and if prudent, investigated. Description: SCP-4846 refers to a collection of anomalous fossils (see log excerpt below), with each instance possessing unique autonomous movement and interactive capabilities. When within the presence of unfamiliar individuals, SCP-4846 instances typically remain stationary and appear non-anomalous. SCP-4846 that are accompanied by stone bases are capable of removing themselves from said stone, and will return to the stone bases when verbally prompted. SCP-4846 individuals are typically discovered at or near archaeologically or historically significant landmarks, after an act of charity is performed, to the benefit of the location or individuals who staff organizations in the area. Of note, most Foundation-witnessed SCP-4846 manifestations have occurred in national parks. Upon manifestation, instances of SCP-4846 are accompanied by a messily scrawled handwritten note. Said notes consistently follows an internalized format, as seen below: You found fossil friend #4! Jim here loves to hang out with friends! He also loves █████████ ████'█, which is a great place to have a drink and just kick back with your best buds. I would know, I made it a weekly tradition back in my crazier years! Good luck on your quest to explore the past! Your next friend can be found at [coordinates provided, varies between notes]. SCP-4846 first came to Foundation attention following the reported disappearance of a large cache of fossil specimens from the █████ Museum. Foundation field agents dispatched to investigate the apparent theft were informed that the purchase had been arranged with a Mr. Elijah ███ (tentatively designated PoI-4846), who had offered his personal collection to the museum for an unusually low price. The alleged theft was stated to have occurred after Mr. ███ had a disagreement with the museum curators involving placement of the fossils; of note, the missing fossils appeared to have been broken out from the inside of the glass display cases they were stored in. Foundation personnel were sent to examine the museum, and discovered a trail of debris that led to a nearby archaeological dig site that was currently in process to be demolished and urbanized. Approximately 24 hours after the Foundation secured the location for further investigation, thereby halting the demolition, the first recorded instance of SCP-4846 manifested and was contained. In the following years, many additional SCP-4846 instances were discovered by Foundation personnel, in various locations believed to hold personal significance to PoI-4846. A partial excerpt of the recorded instances of particular interest are as follows: Instance SCP-4846-4 in its inert specimen form at time of initial donation to the █████ Museum. Instance #: 4 "Jim" Discovery Location: █████████ ████'█, Saint Louis, Missouri. Handwritten note (as provided above) indicates that PoI-4846 once visited this bar weekly with close friends. Instance Description: A miniature Tanystropheus (large land-dwelling reptile with an extremely long neck) skeleton. Instance measures approximately 2 meters long, and is capable of independent locomotion when a group of at least 3 well-acquainted individuals are seated within close proximity of the instance. The skeleton will perform simple party entertainment when prompted, including balancing assorted drinkware on its back, making small towers of sundries it is presented with, and performing a rudimentary tap dance if placed on a tabletop. Notes - Instance emerged from wall and approached Foundation agents during an after-hours discussion between said agents and the proprietor of the establishment, who had previously expressed concern regarding the longevity of the bar. Foundation personnel provided the owner with a substantial anonymous donation towards keeping the bar running, as well as a list of contacts for live entertainment artists interested in performing at the location. Instance SCP-4846-6 in its inert specimen form, at the █████ Museum. Instance #: 6 "Shelly" Discovery Location: Channel Islands National Park, California. Handwritten note indicates that PoI-4846 and his significant other spent their honeymoon at this location. Instance Description: An Icthyosaur (large finned marine reptile) skeleton partially encased in stone. Instance is capable of altering its size, including expanding to up to 4 meters long and shrinking to small enough to fit in a pocket. Instance functions as a self-propelling raft and is able to reliably carry up to two adult humans across shallow waters, moving at a slow pace. Notes - Instance was recovered following the establishment of a monthly Foundation initiative to clear litter and other debris from the shorelines of the National Park. Personnel describe the initial encounter involving the skeleton rising from the incoming tide and floating to rest near the cleanup crew. Instance SCP-4846-8 in its inert specimen form, at the █████ Museum. Instance #: 8 "Ray" Discovery Location: Backcountry camping grounds, Everglades, Florida. Note indicates that PoI-4846 and his friends held annual camping trips at this location. Instance Description: A Microraptor (small, four-winged paravian dinosaur) fossil measuring 1 meter long. During darkness hours, if left uncovered, the instance will open its mouth and emit a soft golden light, as well as increase in temperature to provide a warmth described as "pleasant" and "cozy". Notes - Instance manifested spontaneously near Foundation staff aiding in wildlife conservation projects near the camping grounds. Personnel who had been stationed at a sanctuary for American crocodiles reported that the instance seemed to have "stepped out of" the glow of a lantern left on a table, and readily followed them back to the campsite where it was secured for transportation to the nearest Foundation site. Instance SCP-4846-9 in its inert specimen form, at the █████ Museum. Instance #: 9 "Alex" Discovery Location: Grant Village Restaurant, Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming. Noted as the location PoI-4846 proposed to his wife. Instance Description: A Longisquama (reptile possessing distinctive integumentary structures along its back) fossil. The large back structures will vibrate to produce melodic whistling sounds. Of note, this behavior is only observed when two nearby individuals who are at least on friendly terms sing together. If the sung duet possesses a romantic tone, the instance will accompany the singers with more complex harmonies. Notes - To date, this instance's manifestation was the most time-intensive to initiate. Foundation personnel assigned to the SCP-4846 project attempted a series of strategies, including donating money directly to Yellowstone, assisting with cleanup initiatives, and helping regular tourist traffic during high-activity times. Eventually when the park's bottles-into-benches recycling initiative started and Foundation personnel contributed to the designs of the furniture made from discarded bottles and jars, the instance was spotted near the recycling receptacles. Several months later, the instance appeared sitting on one of the recycled material benches. This immediately followed the Foundation's donation of an antique piano to the Grant Village Restaurant in PoI-4846's wife's name. The piano was affixed with a small brass plaque bearing the names of PoI-4846 and his wife, as well as their anniversary date per the note accompanying SCP-4846 instance #6. Instance SCP-4846-10 in its inert specimen form, on display at the █████ Museum. Instance #: 10 "Buddy" Discovery Location: Congaree National Park, South Carolina. Stated to be "where it all begun", where PoI-4846 and his former roommate went on the first backpacking trip of their lives. Of note, the documentation accompanying this instance did not possess the usual coordinates, but instead merely read, "that's all for now." Instance Description: A Nothronychus (herbivorous dinosaur with a beak and four-toed feet) skeleton. Instance exhibits behaviors that are related to survival assistance, including foraging for edible plants to bring to its companions, directing attention to signs of nearby aggressive wildlife, and serving as a guide if directions are needed to clean water, human outposts, or areas to set up camp. Notes - First instance that did not require additional Foundation action. When Foundation agents reached Congaree National Park, the instance was perched on top of the main signpost, as if awaiting their arrival. On ██/██/████, a proposal was made to begin a roster listing Foundation retirees who may be assigned to SCP-4846 instances and their corresponding locations to better observe and maintain containment of the anomalies. Said proposal was approved the following week, with Researcher McNamara of the project team assigned as a preliminary trial subject to be the first designated caretaker of an SCP-4846 instance. Shortly after, the SCP-4846 instance (Instance SCP-4846-10, "Buddy") assigned to Researcher McNamara was reported to have carried to him a scrap of paper in its mouth. The document recovered was an excerpt from Mr. Elijah ███'s last will and testament, which named McNamara as the recipient of a sizable collection of foreign currency. The collection was apparently amassed during Mr. ███'s travels, and kept in a safety deposit box at a nearby bank. Researcher McNamara claimed the collection without incident; the currency was verified to be non-anomalous and is currently housed with the SCP-4846 instances awaiting caretaker assignment. It is noted that the SCP-4846 instance in McNamara's care has indicated interest in the inherited coin collection, often picking up individual coins and placing them into organized piles, as if mimicking behavior it may have observed previously. The portion of Mr. Elijah ███'s will was found to be non-anomalous, with no unusual features save for a small winking "smiley-face" drawn in ballpoint pen on the back of the paper. |
SCP-4847 | keter | WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/4847 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/4847 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Item #: SCP-4847 Area-██ prior to Foundation presence Special Containment Procedures: Currently, SCP-4847 is uncontained. The Foundation has installed a subterranean containment facility under an uninhabited island in the North Atlantic ocean (designated Area-██) in preparation of SCP-4847's containment. Area-██ has been constructed around a central gigafauna containment cell, fitted with 12 Scranton Reality Anchors and 8 Tachyon Disruptor Engines. The single blast door leading to the containment cell is to be permanently sealed upon SCP-4847's containment. In the event of containment breach, all on-site personnel are to immediately initiate Procedure 39-Mobilov and notify O5 command of the breach. MTF units Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") and Iota-3 ("Tomorrow Never Comes") are to be immediately dispatched to Area-██. Description: SCP-4847 is understood to be a reality-altering entity of unknown origin. SCP-4847 is reported to be able to manipulate its physical form using its abilities; as such, SCP-4847 has no definitive physical description. However, it has been reported to consistently mask its form under cloud cover or light refraction. SCP-4847 is reported to have breached containment on 2018/11/22 after causing extensive damage to Site-391, where it was being contained. Given the circumstances surrounding SCP-4847's discovery, much of the information regarding SCP-4847 has been recorded from memory by members of Division Requiem; as such, certain elements of SCP-4847 may be inaccurate. Site-39 was initially discovered during MTF investigation of distress signals from an unknown location on a secured Foundation network. Upon arrival at signal origin, MTF units located a partially destroyed facility; further investigation revealed numerous Foundation-style components, including one large containment cell containing multiple Scranton Reality Anchors exhibiting various amounts of damage. Notably, this was the only containment cell located at the facility. During the Site-39 investigation, MTF units discovered a contingent of 22 researchers in the ruins of the facility. Given that, at the time, Site-39 was not a registered Foundation installation, all researchers encountered were temporarily designated SCP-4847-1 through 22 and detained at Site-██ for interrogation. All of the researchers were carrying identification labelling them as Foundation personnel, although only 6 were recorded in Foundation databases as employed researchers. However, these 6 researchers were confirmed as working at other sites at the time; they were quickly brought in to aid with questioning. Genetic testing of 6 pre-existing researchers and their Site-39 counterparts revealed identical genome sequences between each pair, indicating that they are, in essence, the same person; although, all 6 of the Site-39 counterparts showed marked signs of ageing compared to their pre-existing versions. Analysis of three partially-fragmented information drives recovered from Site-39 revealed documents ranging in date from 2040/██/██ to 2044/██/██. When questioned about the date, all 22 researchers believed themselves to be in the year 2044. These answers, combined with the information drives, researcher identification, and genetic sequencing, has lead the Foundation to believe that SCP-4847, Site-39, and the 22 researchers are all from a prospective point in time. This has lead to the hypothesis that SCP-4847 has an understanding of, and the ability to manipulate the temporal continuum. In an attempt to nullify further temporal relocation, the 22 researchers (Now known as Division Requiem) have worked with the Foundation to develop technology for this cause. Document 4847-DR-TDE00: The Tachyon Disruptor Engine (TDE) is an experimental collaborative effort between Division Requiem and Foundation staff intended to limit localised temporal instability. Based on current models of special relativity, the TDE is theorised to "lock" pockets of space-time by prohibiting superluminal molecular speeds in the surrounding vicinity. Particles in the TDE field of effect should be unable to be energised to the point of superluminal velocity, thus preventing manipulation of the temporal continuum. Due to the nature of reality-altering anomalies, conjunctive use of the TDE with Scranton Reality Anchors is necessary. Testing of the TDEs on other temporal anomalies is currently pending. Although the veracity of statements made by the Division Requiem cannot be proven, it currently serves as the most explicable reason for Site-39's sudden appearance. Furthermore, whilst Division Requiem is permitted to collaborate with current Foundation researchers on matters relating to SCP-4847 (under constant supervision), the Foundation is still considering the possibility that Division Requiem is a fraudulent contingent with motives detrimental to the Foundation. Since the limit and scope of SCP-4847's abilities is unknown, O5 command is treating SCP-4847 as at least a Class III reality-altering anomaly, and hypothetically capable of inducing a CK-class Reality Restructuring or ZK-class Reality Failure event. +Addendum-4847-1: Interview Log of Dr Pride (Formerly SCP-4847-16) -Addendum-4847-1: Interview Log of Dr Pride (Formerly SCP-4847-16) Interviewee: Dr Emilia Pride (Formerly known as and referred to as SCP-4847-16) Interviewer: Level 5 Researcher Dr Connor Baker Spectators: Level 5 Researcher Dr Martin Vasiliev, Level 5 Researcher Dr Morgan Robins Foreword: Dr Pride is questioned about SCP-4847. <Begin Log, 03:47pm 2018/██/██> Dr Pride and SCP-4847-16 are sitting opposite each other in an interview room. Dr Baker: Please state your name. SCP-4847-16: My name is Dr Emilia Pride. Dr Baker: Dr Pride, can you please tell me about SCP-4847. SCP-4847-16: I'll tell you what I know, which, admittedly, isn't much. Most of our tests didn't end well. Dr Baker: Any information is critical, as I'm sure you are aware. SCP-4847-16: Yes. Well, where do I start. Keter. Reality-bender. Time-bender too, apparently. Go figure. Dr Baker: That brings up a question. Did Site-39 have any technology intended to prevent SCP-4847 from travelling through time? SCP-4847-16: No. We had no idea it was capable of that. Until the breach, our SRAs kept it fully in check; we had no breaches prior to the current one. It must have figured out a way around the SRAs. Dr Baker: I'll make a note of that. Can you describe SCP-4847's behaviour. Is it hostile? SCP-4847-16: [//Pause]] Yes, I suppose so. But I wouldn't say it's malicious. Dr Baker: What do you mean? SCP-4847-16: It didn't seem inherently violent, but, more self-preservative. It would attack anything we sent at it, but it wouldn't go looking for people to kill. It's almost… animalistic. Dr Baker: I see. Do you think it would be possible to reason with SCP-4847? SCP-4847-16: No, no… We tried speaking to it, but it never responded. It's obviously sentient, but it never indicated it was sapient. Dr Baker: Hmm. What else can you tell me about 4847? SCP-4847-16: Hmm… Oh! Its hume levels were always in a constant state of flux. Like it couldn't control it. I haven't seen anything like it. I saw its external humes hit 32 once. Dr Baker: Sorry, did you say 32? SCP-4847-16: Yeah. Crazy, isn't it? <End Log, 3:50pm 2018/██/██> Following the interview of Dr Pride, containment priority of SCP-4847 was increased to high. +Addendum-4847-2: Containment Attempt Log 1 -Addendum-4847-2: Containment Attempt Log 1 Containment Attempt Log 1 MTF Units: Lambda-5 "Ghostbusters", Iota-3 "Tomorrow Never Comes" Foreword: A Ukrainian helicopter pilot reported a sighting of "some huge creature" moving around inside a solitary thundercloud on an otherwise clear day. MTF units Lambda-5 and Iota-3 are dispatched to the reported location. Original footage is recorded on Lambda-5 Lieutenant Bullpitt's helmet camera. <Begin Log, 11:47am 2019/██/██> Lambda-5 and Iota-3 are approaching the reported location of SCP-4847. A solitary thundercloud can be seen in the distance. Commander Vaughn: Bullpitt, tell me again that our equipment is ready to go. Lieutenant Bullpitt: Check, Commander. All SRAs and TDEs operational and functioning correctly. Commander Vaughn: They better be. If I get sent back to the 70's, I'm coming for you. I hate Elton John. Lieutenant Bullpitt laughs weakly. Commander Vaughn: Liven up Bullpitt. This'll be over before you know it. Iota-3, how are you guys doing? Commander Michaels: We're prepped and good to go. Where are we going for drinks after this? Commander Vaughn: We'll think of that when we get there. [Claps hands] Alright gentlemen, it's game time. Let's split, Michaels, you bank right. Commander Michaels: Copy. As Lambda-5 begins banking left, all TDEs aboard Lambda-5s vehicle begin humming loudly. Lieutenant Bullpitt: Commander, I'm picking up tachyons around our VTOL. It's trying to send us back. Commander Vaughn: Dispatch, give me the time and date. Foundation Dispatch: Lambda-5, the time is 11:50am EEST, 2019/██/██. Commander Vaughn: [Laughs] The TDEs are working boys. Let's get this over with. As Lambda-5 and Iota-3 begin closing, a loud roar is recorded on the helmet camera. A single, massive tendril extends from SCP-4847 and slashes at the Iota-3 VTOL. Iota-3 tries to evade, but the tendril connects with an engine and Iota-3 begins spiralling downwards. Commander Vaughn: Shit! Sawyer, fire at that thing. We don't have the equipment to contain it by ourselves. Lambda-5 fires multiple missiles and artillery rounds at SCP-4847. The space around SCP-4847 begins shimmering before SCP-4847 vanishes, along with 3 missiles. The rest continue on their trajectory. Commander Vaughn: Michaels, do you copy? Dispatch, we've lost visual on 4847 and Iota-3 is down. The helmet cam looks out the window and sees the Iota-3 VTOL flaming on the ground below. Commander Vaughn: Sawyer, take us down. Iota-3, do you copy? Corporal Prince: This is Prince from Iota-3. I copy. Commander Vaughn: Thank fuck. What's the situation down there? Put Michaels on the radio. Corporal Prince: Negative Commander. Vaughn and the others, they're gone. Commander Vaughn: [Pause] They're all dead? Corporal Prince: No Commander, they're completely gone. I'm the only body left down here. Commander Vaughn is silent, before throwing his radio across the cabin. Lieutenant Bullpitt: Dispatch, confirm copy. SCP-4847 has escaped. <End Log, 11:53am 2019/██/██> Following the failed containment and subsequent disappearance of SCP-4847, Senior Researcher Marvin ████ discovered an audio log of a distress call tagged with '4847' on the Foundation database. The log was dated 1986/██/██. The transcript is as follows: Unknown: Vaughn, do you copy? I repeat, Commander Vaughn, do you copy? Dispatch, do you copy? We're on foot. Our VTOL is missing and Smith and Ram are dead. We've lost sight of 4847 and- [Multiple voices are heard yelling] Fuck! Open fire! Open- Administrator Note: Yes, we are aware that the previous distress call indicates that SCP-4847 may no longer be present in our timeline. However, if SCP-4847 is sapient enough to communicate with other versions of itself, and they all congregate into our point on the timeline… Well, the implication is there. The Foundation will continue to prepare for SCP-4847's containment regardless of whether or not it currently exists in our point in time. - O5-█ Footnotes 1. At the time of containment breach, Site-39 was not recognised as a Foundation installation. |
SCP-4848 | keter | Item #: SCP-4848 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4848 is designated a HEBERT-category memetic hazard and as such its specifics and all documents in which these specifics are described are restricted to the immediate research team and Level-1 personnel. If SCP-4848 is accessed, standard memetic transmission precautions should be followed and post-exposure amnestics administered. Foundation sources within national militaries, research institutions and defence contractors are to report all possible instances of SCP-4848 outside of containment. All individuals confirmed to be affected by SCP-4848 should receive Class-D amnestics. The Foundation is cooperating with governments and industry to cancel projects influenced by SCP-4848. Management of SCP-4848 has been repurposed to control rather than eradication. Individuals affected by SCP-4848 are to be tracked, with amnesticisation of any of their contacts who become newly affected, but affected individuals should not be administered long-term amnestics. Projects influenced by SCP-4848 are to be allowed to run to completion without Foundation interference. Description: SCP-4848 is a memetic hazard consisting of the phrase '████████ █████-███████ ██████████' spread via auditory and visual means. It causes susceptible individuals to become preoccupied with the phrase, resulting in a desire to integrate it into their work routines and projects. As the phrase has no clear definition and is interpreted differently between individuals, this results in delays, alterations and shifting objectives and a subsequent overall reduction in working efficiency. SCP-4848 also exhibits self-concealing properties, which conceal insight into its anomalous nature from persons without specialised counter-memetics training. SCP-4848 exhibits its maximal effect on individuals directly involved in the armaments industry. Individuals with related professions, such as military personnel, shipping, electronics and aerospace industry workers, and academics conducting research with military applications, are affected to a lesser degree. Individuals outside these categories are effectively immune. The effects of SCP-4848 result in a given project being delayed and over budget by 10% to 200%, depending on project characteristics and SCP-4848 saturation amongst workers. These anomalous properties are a result of SCP-4848’s origin as an engineered memetic attack vector developed by GRU Division ‘P’ to target the West. Given the subtle nature of SCP-4848, this was not detected by either the Foundation or Western intelligence agencies until the collapse of the USSR and the acquisition of GRU documents and defectors by the Foundation. Addendum 4848-1: Translated documents recovered from the GRU OSI "TERMITE" DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT III APPROVED 04.II.1985 PRINTOUT NR: 1 SIGNED .................. S DEPARTMENT HEAD III-P-9-GRU D.NR: 20-II-1985 RESPONSIBLE PERSONNEL: Alexander R. Morozov к.т.н. DETAIL: Project No. 103 "TERMITE" is the designation of an engineered abnormality of the Psychological Subdivision, with development commenced in January 1983. "TERMITE" involves an English-language idea complex, analogous to [EXPUNGED] in Russian. Exposure to "TERMITE" in persons involved in the design and production of munitions leads to a fixation on the complex and its incorporation into work-related activity. This introduces inefficiency and increases to production times and costs. Additionally, the "TERMITE" complex exhibits self-concealing normalcy properties, hampering its eradication in the event of involvement of agencies aware of abnormalities. "TERMITE" has been designed to target the war-making capacity of the Main Adversary. Its English-language nature ensures it will propagate throughout the American military apparatus with minimal risk of harm to the defence of the Soviet Union. It is expected there will also be a degree of effect on other Western military-industrial systems, due to the commonality of English in the NATO structure. Field testing of "TERMITE" in a subdivision of Izhevsk Factory No. 11 in August 1984 resulted in a 45% reduction in ammunition production over the following four months. No physical, psychological or abnormal measures available to the Directorate were able to reverse the effects of "TERMITE" in affected personnel, who required relocation and indefinite quarantine. A list of safe handling procedures for personnel involved with "TERMITE" can be found in Appendix A. Due to the results of field testing, plans have been prepared for deployment of "TERMITE" in America. This will be performed over a period of three months by in-place Directorate assets. Details of this have been presented in Appendix B and are currently awaiting the approval of General Ivashutin. It is predicted that successful propagation of "TERMITE" in America will lead to the decisive superiority of the Soviet Armed Forces in the event of NATO aggression against the Soviet Union. Alternatively, the reallocation of resources to mitigate the effects of "TERMITE" on NATO military industry is likely to result in a decrease in civilian production to a degree resulting in significant civil unrest and the energisation of both pacifist and friendly socialist political elements. NOTICE OF PROJECT CANCELLATION DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT III 20.II.1990 D.NR:20-II-1990 ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 20-II-1985 SENDER: Colonel-General Vasily I. Yazov RECIPIENT: Alexander R. Morozov к.т.н. DETAIL: Despite authorisation of a wide-ranging release of "TERMITE" in the United States and confirmation of its presence throughout the American military-industrial complex, evidence of any negative impact on American military readiness has been lacking. While the research team has attempted to rectify these deficiencies, the recent demonstration of American military capabilities in the Persian Gulf has not been encouraging in our evaluation of this progress. Combined with further developments in the domestic and international political situation, the Directorate has deemed the continuation of Project No. 105 to be an inappropriate use of our limited resources. We thank Comrade Morozov for his service and he will be reassigned in due course. Addendum 4848-2: Example of SCP-4848-affected interaction EVENT TRANSCRIPT 4848-1033-02 10/04/2007, 11:40 hrs Lockheed Martin Aeronautics, Fort Worth, Texas Note participants de-identified (approved by Site Director Zacharias). <TRANSCRIPT BEGINS> ENGINEER 1: The internal weapons bay is at the end stage of being finalised. I can incorporate it into the two-point-two prototype - MANAGER: Uh, yeah, Phil, about that - did you look at the doc I sent you about the anti-ship standoff capability? ENGINEER 1: We can't accommodate that in the current specs internally, Harpoons are too big to fit. They would have to be carried externally - ENGINEER 2: Won't that interfere with the radar profile goals? ENGINEER 1: It's already carrying external munitions. ENGINEER 3: I don't know if the wing stress tests have been run with Harpoons. I'd have to go back and re-run them again. ENGINEER 1: Christ. Why does this thing need anti-ship standoff anyway? MANAGER: It was a deficiency identified in the last demo prototype. ENGINEER 3: I guess if the Navy wants it, they'd want to put Harpoons on it. We're trying to design something with ████████ █████-███████ ██████████, right? ENGINEER 2: This is supposed to be a stealth jet. If that keeps being diluted with the munitions reqs, it's not going to be able to fulfil ████████ goals. MANAGER: Would you be able to enlarge the internals, Phil? We need to retain the █████-███████ ██████████. ENGINEER 1: Maybe? It would delay the next prototype. Do we have the budget for that? MANAGER: The Pentagon is on board with this. Sec Winter isn't happy, but he's earmarked us the funds to get this done. ENGINEER 3: Might be easier to reduce the missile size rather than enlarging the internals. ENGINEER 1: I'm sure we don't have the budget for that. ENGINEER 3: A new Harpoon with ████████ █████-███████ ██████████? ENGINEER 2: I've got enough work to do already. MANAGER: That's not a bad idea. I heard there was a Navy contract out for a ████████ air-launched missile. [First responders from MTF Upsilon-4 arrive on site.] ENGINEER 2: You guys lost? Y-1: Sorry, gentlemen - FBI. We're doing a security screen. Going to have to ask you to come with us. MANAGER: God, again? Fine. Dan, let's have a talk after. I think we have to discuss the ████████ █████- [He is tackled to the ground by Y-2.] ENGINEER 1: Jesus! <TRANSCRIPT ENDS> Addendum 4848-3: On 11/11/2008, Dr A. R. Morozov (see Addendum 4848-1) presented himself at the Foundation's Berlin office and requested protection, bringing a number of documents relating to the development of SCP-4848. A transcript of his initial interview has been attached below. INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT 4848-01-03 11/11/2008, 17:20 hrs INTERVIEWER: Agent Paul Erhardt SUBJECT: Alexander Romanovich Morozov, dob. 16/07/1942 <TRANSCRIPT BEGINS> ERHARDT: My apologies for keeping you waiting, Mr Morozov. Prosti - moy russkiy, nekhorosho - MOROZOV: English is fine, Mr - ERHARDT: Agent Paul Erhardt. I understand you have information for us? MOROZOV: I have a question for you, first. Is this familiar to you? ████████ █████- [Erhardt jumps up from the table and reaches for the wall-mounted alarm.] MOROZOV: I see. No need for concern, Mr Erhardt. Only wanted to see how much explaining you needed. ERHARDT: Scheiße! Warn me first before you do that. MOROZOV: It won't happen again. So. Project one-zero-five. Your Foundation has a number for it by now, I hope. ERHARDT: 4848. MOROZOV: 4848, if you prefer, I was part of the development team. You may know this already, and I expect you know more what we did with 4848 in the West than I do. ERHARDT: Sorry, I can't disclose that information. MOROZOV: Of course. You know this was distributed across Russia as well? Ah, I see you reacted there. This is new to you. ERHARDT: Where is your source for this? It's not in any of the documents you presented to us. MOROZOV: I am the source. Well, and some friends of mine, whose names are not for discussion, as a condition of my assistance to you. ERHARDT: Your group tested SCP-4848 within the Soviet Union? MOROZOV: Not testing, Mr Erhardt. A… hmm, how should I put this… grassroots action, I believe they say in English. ERHARDT: You don't agree with your government? MOROZOV: Have you ever been to Chechnya, Mr Erhardt? ERHARDT: No, but I take your point. Was this in relation to the first war, or the second, or something else? MOROZOV: First. Grozny, ninety-four. Do you know about it? You would only have been a child. ERHARDT: The siege, yes. Were you there? That would not have been easy. MOROZOV: No. I'm no soldier, but I spent my whole life building weapons. I was proud of it. We were supposed to use them on you! [laughs] My mother, God rest her, told all her friends I was indispensable in stopping the NATO imperialists. I didn't argue with her. Maybe I still think that. But then, there was Afghanistan, the Union vanished, then Grozny, where Yeltsin killed five thousand of our soldiers, and then crowed over forty thousand dead Chechens, our brothers and sisters five years before. ERHARDT: Your conscience - you felt you had to do something? MOROZOV: Yes, I wanted to do something, and I remembered the one weapon that was not a weapon, the one that made people stop building them. I had a few friends, with similar thoughts - it was a very simple matter to dig up one-zero-five and start distributing it. Industry events, veterans' associations, phoning ex-colleagues and so on. This was at the start of ninety-five - I expect every factory east of Warsaw has it by now. I can give you a list of where we spread it, for whatever good it does you. ERHARDT: How did you get around the language issue? MOROZOV: Oh, that was also simple. We just told them it was part of Western military doctrine. That it didn't translate well. ERHARDT: Why are you coming to us now? If you're having second thoughts, wouldn't it be best to hand the information to your - the Russians? MOROZOV: Really, Mr Erhardt. Regrets are not enough to prevent a treason charge. But no, I have no resurgent patriotism, or regrets I tried to stop wars. I regret that we failed. Our army went back to Chechnya, and Ingushetia, and Georgia, and our weapons still match the best of you Germans or the Americans. Not all the others agree - some will never forgive me for this - but we made a terrible error. As much as I may have… issues with your organisation, your Foundation are the only ones who might still stop this. The UN's Coalition is riddled with too many warmongers to care. ERHARDT: I appreciate that you came to us with this, and my superiors will as well. I am sure we will be worthy of your trust. I don't quite understand, though. If your actions changed nothing, why the concern? MOROZOV: I said we failed. I did not say that nothing changed. ERHARDT: I'm not sure I follow. MOROZOV: In our line of work, Mr Erhardt, we are prone to believe things beyond comprehension hold fearful power. That we are helpless before them. But the most fearful powers are earthly. <TRANSCRIPT ENDS> Addendum 4848-4: In 2015, Foundation cooperation with NATO on SCP-4848 eradication was suspended unilaterally by the latter, causing the Foundation's strategy to shift to the current containment procedures. NATO's position statement on the issue has been archived below. Foundation sources subsequently reported this decision resulted in GOC internal turmoil and a high-level restructuring, removing personnel with the belief that accepting a baseline level of SCP-4848 infection was contrary to their mission statement. Further scandal broke within the Coalition in 2016 when several officials previously involved in this policy were implicated in accepting defence industry payments, leading to the resignation of the then-PSYCHE Director, Mr Richard Evans. Addendum 4848-5: Report on SCP-4848 activity levels Report 4848-2016: past and future economic impact of SCP-4848 Background While small-scale studies on SCP-4848 have been conducted previously, Report 4848-2016 is the culmination of a three-year study to evaluate the impact of SCP-4848 at a global level. With recent changes to containment procedures, comprehensive information on their effects is vital in guiding future containment management. Methods The research team analysed both publicly available and secure governmental and corporate information relating to activity and expenditure in the armaments, aerospace, electronics and shipping industry across G20 nations. Projects without direct military applications were excluded from the final analysis. This data was combined with available Foundation information on SCP-4848 distribution and the relative and absolute contribution of SCP-4848 to global military expenditure was estimated. Results SCP-4848 was responsible for 1.1% of global military spending in 1992, the first date from which sufficient data was available for the purposes of this study. Over the 1992-2015 period, this number increased by an average of 0.4% per annum, reaching approximately 26.1 billion real US dollars in 2015. However, subsequent to the 2015 alterations to containment procedures, there was a 4.7% increase in SCP-4848-related expenditure from 2015 to 2016. Our modelling suggests that both rate of increase and total costs are expected to accelerate as SCP-4848 spread continues (see Figure 1). Discussion The findings of this report are of significant concern. In particular, our shift from an aggressive management approach to a more passive stance is strongly associated with a noticeable reduction in containment efficacy. Although complete access to GOC databases was outside the scope of this study, available information suggests substitute Coalition procedures have been unable to compensate for this change. It is possible this is influenced by conflicts of interest amongst Coalition policymakers, and it is imperative for Foundation staff to not fall into a similar trap. A reversion to the pre-2015 containment procedures should be considered. Addendum 4848-6: COUNCIL STATEMENT 4848.01 RE: Report 4848-2016 This office has noted the recent release of Report 4848-2016 and expresses appreciation for the contribution of the study authors to enhancing our understanding of this item. While we acknowledge the challenges that the 2015 procedure revision has presented, this office has confidence in the current containment procedures for SCP-4848 in reaching a suitable compromise between containment goals and maintaining the Foundation's flexible multi-mission capability to respond to anomalous threats. Based on advice from an interdepartmental committee consisting of representatives from the Department of External Affairs, Administrative Department, Scientific Department and Engineering/Technical Services, reinstating the previous containment measures is not possible at this time given the stated positions of numerous governmental and industry partners. A further rupture in relations would also impair Foundation access to numerous material and personnel resources, leading to downstream negative impacts on our technical, industrial and research capacity. This office categorically rejects the insinuation that the management of SCP-4848 is affected by conflicts of interest in any way. All staff receive extensive background checks and are obliged to act with the highest levels of integrity. Declarations of interest are provided by all personnel and there is no evidence that any external interests have affected Foundation responses to SCP-4848. The Foundation welcomes staff from a wide variety of backgrounds, including from the defence industry, who bring invaluable experience and professional contacts. The nature of SCP-4848 and the Foundation's overarching mission necessitates cooperation with national armed forces and defence industries. The Council is confident that strong future partnerships with these institutions are integral to global security, protection and containment of the anomalous. - O5-1, on behalf of the Overseer Council |
SCP-4849 | safe | Item #: SCP-4849 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4849 is stored in a Low Priority Storage Locker in Site-234, and is to be sustained with 1 kg of lard weekly. Testing with SCP-4849 requires approval from the Research Head and Site Director. Description: SCP-4849 is a living, sentient sheet of adipose tissue, cut and designed to be worn as a protective suit. In its inert state, SCP-4849 is shaped like a flattened human body and is 2cm thick. When contact is made with a living person's skin, SCP-4849 will activate, fusing to the subject at the point of contact before stretching and enveloping the person completely. SCP-4849 can instantaneously generate mouths (with diameters ranging from 0.6 to 30 cm) anywhere on its surface. These mouths are connected to extradimensional throats of varying length, and manifest and demanifest with no trace. SCP-4849 will only manifest these mouths when the wearer is attacked; the mouths will appear just long enough to swallow incoming projectiles and weapons before closing. While wearing SCP-4849, the subject speaks via a small mouth that appears somewhere on the face. This mouth demanifests during pauses in speech. SCP-4849 was discovered in a Prometheus Labs subsidiary facility following investigation of their work with SCP-3839. As the facility had been sealed but never shut down, MTF Chi-6 ("Prom Dates") was deployed to enter and survey the facility. MTF Chi-6 recovered several pieces of experimental bioprinting equipment, two anomalous machines later classified as SCP objects, and 12 TB of data. While exploring the lowest level, Chi-6 operatives encountered SCP-4849 being worn by a human body. SCP-4849 engaged the MTF, who were unable to harm it with their weaponry. SCP-4849 was eventually incapacitated when one agent threw a gas grenade containing an emetic kill agent. SCP-4849 swallowed the grenade and subsequently flailed, opened sixteen mouths, and vomited a mixture of congealed fat, bullets, and blood, before collapsing to the ground and deactivating. Upon deactivation, SCP-4849 flattened and detached from the wearer, revealing a corpse belonging to a Dr. Lawrence Calloway, a former PL employee who had transferred to a subsidiary following the 1998 collapse. SCP-4849 was subsequently retrieved and brought to Site-234. Addendum: An attempt to explore one of SCP-4849's mouths was approved, and SCP-4849 was attached to a test subject, D-11424. A small camera drone was attached to a cable and launched at D-11424 using an improvised harpoon. As expected, SCP-4849 opened a mouth to ingest the payload, and a metal brace was quickly inserted to hold the mouth open. Exploration Log 4849-1 [BEGIN LOG] Drone enters SCP-4849 mouth and activates lights. Interior of throat is lined entirely with viscous yellow fat. Drone successfully collects a sample of this fat. D-11424 does not appear to notice. Later analysis of sample reveals the presence of genetic markers similar to those in the main body of SCP-3839. Approximately 25m into the throat, a section appears containing significant scarring. Walls of the throat are noted to produce small amounts of an uncharacterized organic acid. 45m into the throat, small (~1cm) villi begin to line the walls. These villi undulate rhythmically, and follow the path of the drone's lights. 80m in, the villi are now over 5cm long, and attempt to take hold of the drone, which evades successfully. D-11424 scratches at his throat and attempts to cough. The drone exits the other end of the throat after 119m, and enters a large hemispherical space approximately 75 m in diameter. Several hundred throats similar to the one the drone travelled through are visible on the walls and ceiling of the space. The drone tilts down, revealing the floor of the space to be submerged in bubbling acid and indistinct viscera. A large, gelatinous tendril emerges from the liquid and attempts to engulf the drone. The drone manages to escape, but the main camera is obscured by grease and the drone switches to backup camera. The drone points up, revealing a larger opening on the ceiling of the space, approximately 20m wide. The drone flies up to enter this cavity, which is lined with salivating tongues of varying lengths and shapes. A low rumbling sound is heard. As the drone ascends further, the tongues lining the tunnel become branched, before further differentiating and resembling hands and arms by approximately 180 m. D-11424 exhibits signs of discomfort, and coughs. Simultaneously, 29 small mouths open on SCP-4849, which all cough in unison before closing. The drone continues upward. D-11424 clutches his stomach and screams, muffled. The tunnel contracts, and pulsates rhythmically. The drone is struck from above by a large amount (estimated 200,000 L) of liquid fat and crushed. Remaining camera notes the presence of humanoid and other bodies within the fat, in various states of preservation, before shutting off. The mouth closes, crushing the brace and severing the cable. Three minutes later, a new SCP-4849 mouth opens on D-11424's leg and retches, expelling the cable, pieces of the drone, and seventeen human brains. SCP-4849 subsequently deactivated and detached from D-11424. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4849" by Weryllium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4849. 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-4850 | keter | Item #: SCP-4850 Level 2/4850 Classified A solitary specimen of SCP-4850 sitting in the snow. Special Containment Procedures: The entirety of Lake Baikal serves as the containment area of SCP-4850. SCP-4850 has a natural aversion to leaving Lake Baikal, so containment efforts primarily focus on disinformation and concealment of the anomaly. The Russian government has refused to allow a discreet depopulation program, so the Foundation is to avoid lethal interaction with SCP-4850. MTF Lambda-21 ("Lake Monsters") is to monitor all known pods and are to tag pod leaders. Any reported gatherings of SCP-4850 are to be dispersed. Missing persons statistics around Lake Baikal are to be monitored carefully for SCP-4850 involvement. Any newly observed abilities are to be reported immediately. If SCP-4850 succeeds in creating an Einstein-Rosen bridge, the area is to be cordoned off until the bridge closes and efforts are to be made in discovering the sister aperture. Description: SCP-4850 is the collective designation of Pusa sibirica, also known as the Baikal Seal or the Nerpa. SCP-4850 is endemic to Lake Baikal, the oldest and deepest lake in the world. SCP-4850 is the smallest true seal and the only known freshwater seal. Adults are typically within 1.1 to 1.4 meters in size and weigh 63 to 70 kg. SCP-4850 can live to approximately fifty years of age. SCP-4850's diet consists mostly of the golomyanka1 but has been known to also eat molluscs, sculpins and amphipods. There are between 80,000 and 100,000 SCP-4850 instances. SCP-4850 possesses the ability to manipulate and warp surrounding spacetime, as well as altering gravity. The ability manifests in various ways and the type of effect is directly proportional to the amount of SCP-4850 specimens in an area2. The ability is fueled by the specimen's blubber3 reserves. Open SCP-4850 Ability Log Close Number of present SCP-4850 Recorded effect Observed or hypothesized use 1 to 3 Instances can manipulate their personal gravitational field to create an anomalously strengthened time dilation effect. As a result, SCP-4850 instances can experience time somewhat faster or slower than their surroundings. Used during nighttime hunting, where instances can speed up their time to move faster or to slow time and be able to stay underwater for longer periods of time. 4 to 20 SCP-4850 instances can shift their gravitational fields causing a weak gravitational redshift effect. This can lower the frequency and increase the wavelength of the surrounding light. SCP-4850 instances shift ambient infrared light into microwave light. They can use it to stay warm or maintain breathing holes in the ice. 20 to 35 Instances weigh down on spacetime, creating a geodetic effect. This creates a slight light distortion in the area of effect and can interfere with electromagnetic and radar signals4 Use is unknown; Hypothesized to be a symptom of SCP-4850's other effects. 36 or more Collected SCP-4850 Instances can create a previously-theorized Einstein-Rosen Bridge (ERB), also known as a wormhole. These structures link two points in space or time. Entrances to the ERB manifest as spherical distortions of light and space and connect to a four-dimensional tube. SCP-4850 is capable of traversing four-dimensional space. SCP-4850 Instances maintain the entrance by casting a field of reversed gravity. While at least 30 instances must be present to open the wormhole, only 20 are needed to maintain it. Instances either stay back and maintain the hole for those going through or maintain until some have gone through and the entrance can be maintained from the other end. Utilizing the ability requires massive amounts of energy, so it is only used rarely. See “Seruuntungalag theory of SCP-4850’s Origin” and “Excerpts from Dr. Seruuntungalag’s Report Log 1" History of SCP-4850 Close SCP-4850 was known for several decades before containment, having been hunted by locals for years and scientifically identified by Johann Fredrich Gmelin in 1788. As Lake Baikal was a landlocked lake, it was unclear how SCP-4850 got to the lake. Civilian scientists theorized that SCP-4850 traveled through a glacial lake or plain, though had no conclusive evidence. In 1991, Foundation marine parabiologist Dr. Sarnai Seruuntungalag witnessed SCP-4850 creating an Einstein-Rosen bridge as part of a biological survey of the area. She gave SCP-4850 a provisional anomaly status and observed an SCP-4850 colony for 18 months. The report she filed cataloged the near entirety of SCP-4850's behavior and abilities as well as local history concerning SCP-4850. The report serves as the basis of SCP-4850 documentation and as the guidelines for containment. During her observations, Dr. Seruuntungalag submitted a theory of SCP-4850's origin. Open the Seruuntungalag theory of SCP-4850's Origin Close A gathering of SCP-4850. Dr. Sarnai Seruuntungalag analyzed glacial records of the area and was unable to find significant evidence supporting the theory of glacial migration beyond reasonable. She then proposed an alternate hypothesis. Two million years ago, the ancestor of SCP-4850 lived in the Arctic Circle as a species of ringed seal. As earth exited a warmer climate and the poles became unfavorable to survival, the ancestor of SCP-4850 sought more hospitable habitats. At one point, a large group of SCP-4850's ancestors gathered and created a wormhole, big enough to transport the entire group to Lake Baikal, where it speciated into its present form. With data from a routine scan using a Descartes mapper5, Dr. Seruuntungalag identified three weakened reality points in Lake Baikal and identified them as the former exit points of the wormhole. In conjunction with fossils from Lake Baikal and the Arctic Circle as well as other evidence outlined in Dr. Seruuntungalag's report6, the wormhole migration theory was presented and deemed the most likely origin of SCP-4850. Excerpts from Dr. Seruuntungalag's Report Log Close Transcript One 2/3/92 7:36 Baina uu? Does this thing work? It better, there’s no goddamn way I’m re-recording this. For the record, this is Dr. Sarnai Seruntungalag, Foundation parabiologist, and one tired lady. This is the first recorded report as part of an eighteen-month expedition to Lake Baikal. It’s a follow-up investigation of the anomalous activity I observed last year from Pusa sibirica, the Baikal Seal. I’m sure whoever is listening has seen heard that before and this is ancient history now, but it's good to lay out the information for myself too y’know? The unfortunate underling transcripting this is probably pretty pissed off at me for using a voice recorder but I honestly won’t have the time to do anything else. This was deemed a low-priority mission because there’s never been an incident before and the seals don’t leave the lake, so it’s just me out here, figuring out if they’re worth containing. If I’m productive, they might send a lab assistant but for now, it's me and this frankly quite nice Russian countryside I’m currently driving through in a dingy truck. Any journal writing I do will be messy and I won’t have the time to translate it. My plan is to do most of the observations over recording and send some more formal reports about once every month. My job is really to figure out what these animals can do, so I’ve got a trunk full of cameras, measuring equipment, clothes and a bunch of other stuff. I’m going to be here for a while, and only a bit of it is at a hotel, unfortunately. Oh yeah, I've also got this massive physics textbook I read on the flight here, so I think I’ll be able to accurately report any physical phenomena assuming my undergrad physics course holds up. I have to- Baas! The sound of screeching tires is heard. Christ, a horse just ran across the road. If I don’t want to crash, I’m going to need to focus because of course you do Sarnai, you’re not in the goddamn city anymore. I’ll report in when I get to the lake. Transcript Two 3/3/92 18:58 Um, I just arrived in a little town near the coast. I’m walking through the town: Quaint little place. Has a nice fish market that I might check out later. I got my full assignment for the next couple months like four minutes ago: I’m staying here for a month getting supplies and establishing contacts and then I’m headed to Olkhon Island on the ferry where I’m gonna be observing the colony I saw for two months. Camping. Alone. I’m not hyped about it either. More motivation for me to pack well I guess. After that, I'm going to Listvyanka for 6 weeks of research, establishing theories and writing reports. I’m coming up on my inn now, so I’m going to check in and report anything interesting later. Signing off. Transcript Six 4/13/92 9:34 Ok, so this is the morning of Day Eleven of my expedition. I've got my supplies together, basic camping supplies, a water purification thingie, my equipment, enough cans of soup to drown a horse, some salted omul I got from the fish market, a cute quilt I got from a souvenir shop and enough bug spray to drown a second, slightly larger horse. There also should be some more stuff waiting for me at the site. I'm at the pier now waiting for my ferry across the lake. When I land, I'll hike to the campsite where there should be more supplies waiting for me. I'll do another report after I set up camp. Transcript Seven 4/13/92 11:06 This log isn't really necessary but it's something I wanted to share. My ferry is on the Angara right now. The water is crystal clear, almost invisible. You can see the crabs crawling on the bottom and the fish darting through the silt. There's a really well-defined edge to where the river meets the lake. It's incredible. Absolutely incredible. Transcript Eight 4/13/92 21:34 Sound of zipper and rustling fabric. Well! I finally got to my campsite on Olkhon Island. There's good parts and bad parts. The good part is that it's out of the way. I'll be able to do my research in peace. It's close to the beach where the seal rookery is too. Only a 10-minute walk. I'll be able to find the pod in no time. The bad part is that it's really out of the way. No shops, no AC, no electricity, no people, just a giant hike. They seemed to be expecting an MTF commander instead of an out of shape researcher carrying a ton of supplies, but that didn't stop me. I'm less concerned about being alone than I thought I would be. They left me a two-way radio connecting to the Director of the Irkutsk site. She'll check in with me and if there's trouble, they'll send an MTF to save me. I'll start the real research tomorrow. Right now, I gotta pass out. Night. Transcript Seventeen 4/23/92 16:21 It has been six days since I found the pod. I just finished taking samples from the seals themselves and I finished the water samples a while ago, so I'll focus on direct observation now. I've seen two uses of anomalous ability; Nothing blatant yet, mostly the juveniles playing with light. My earlier hypothesis seems to be correct: The different abilities are manifestations of the same spatio-temporal manipulation. I don't think I've seen the full scope of their power yet, so I'll be keeping a close watch. I'll report any new abilities and behaviors I see. Transcript Twenty-Four 5/2/92 14:23 I'm getting a sense of the dynamic in the pod. There are about 30-40 members that I've seen so far. The patriarch is a large old seal, bigger than most of course. He's about ten if I had to guess, but I don't have the equipment to check. I've named him Dedushka because he kind of reminds me of my grandfather. He oversees about four families and there are three senior females: Zemlya, Nebesa and Vody. The pod stays mostly at the rookery or on a rock to sunbath. At midday, the younger members usually fish for a couple hours or watch the pups. I'm actually really interested to see how they hunt. I'm going to dive tomorrow to observe. If I get them to use their abilities in action, I could really understand them a whole lot better. I'm going to pack in early and maybe write a report. Tomorrow is a big day! Transcript Twenty-Six 5/3/92 17:46 Sucess! The experiment worked! I got into the water on my boat and drove about 50 meters out into the lake. I saw the pod and followed them further out close to a trench where I got in my suit and dived. The sun hadn't risen yet so a group of golomyanka had risen to feed on the amphipods. The seals started chasing them and to try to get them to use their abilities, I used a small sonic cannon to disperse the fish back to the bottom of the trench. There was a neighboring pod hunting the same group, and I saw them work in tandem. Since they didn't have enough air to swim to the bottom of the lake, they banded together and opened what looked like a small Einstein-Rosen bridge? It looked like a glowing spherical distortion in the water and when it opened, I saw a flash of light coming from the trench. A few seals went through and moments later, I saw them swimming up from the bottom of the trench, each with a few fish! Finally! Confirmation of practical ability use! I suspected they used their abilities for hunting, but never on this elegant of a scale! Also, remember the other pod I mentioned? They opened the bridge too! The ability is present in all specimens! The scope of the project just got so much bigger! I think I'm gonna stick with studying this pod since I'm familiar but I'm gonna report in and make sure the containment specialists understand the scale of the anomaly. I have a lot of reports to write so I'm gonna stop this here but I feel good! Today was… enlightening. Transcript Twenty-Seven 5/4/92 3:12 One of the seals keeps staring at me. Something is very wrong beyond its eyes. Transcript Thirty-One 5/14/92 13:56 I'm noticing something about the SCP-4850 pods: After hauling out on one particular area, the spacetime around the area is weakened considerably. I found the pods had a geodetic effect a while back but that really isn't enough to explain this. It just makes no sense! I don't see how there could- Dr. Seruuntungalag trails off and remains silent for 2 hours and 23 minutes. Only the sounds of the tide, wind and SCP-4850 are audible. The period is punctuated by sequences of static and heavy breathing from an unknown source. -be a practical cause, if anything it would be a detriment because of the effects on surrounding reality. Ouch, I have a really bad migraine all of a sudden. I'm freezing too. Hope I didn't come down with something. Transcript Thirty-Nine 5/22/92 23:43 A little bug crawled up my tent 14 times now. Somethings not right. Transcript Forty-Seven 6/11/92 15:31 For the last week a storm has been washing over the lake. The fish population has been completely disturbed, almost none swim in SCP-4850's hunting area. The pod was on the brink of starvation until I observed a new behavior. The pod congregated and formed another Einstein-Rosen bridge. Some went in and about 4 minutes later, the bridge opened again. The instances had returned along with a pile of fish. It seemed to be from a research trawler as a lot of the specimens were tagged. The crazy part is that the tags were from 1973! This confirms that they can connect points in time as well as space! I feel like I'm getting close to discovering the origin of the ability. Transcript Forty-Nine 6/12/92 9:42 I got a call from a researcher I sent a blubber sample to a while back. The anatomy is so alien. The lipids are like mini-singularities. There's a protein present that would require four spatial dimensions to fold. I don't like the implications of this at all. Transcript Fifty 6/13/92 23:43 Something… really weird just happened. I was asleep and in R.E.M. when suddenly my dream switched. It felt different somehow, as lucid as if I had just woken up except I'm sure I didn't. I was floating in a void, just me watching this utterly black space. I hear a whisper right into my ear and jolt, and suddenly I'm in a new place. I'm at the rookery, watching the waves go by. Everything is different somehow. Everything is as it was when I last saw it, but everything seems… more. Like everything I see is more than what it looks like it got filtered by some whatever! Everything is there but it's not, it's pulsating but still, everything is in every possible state simultaneously but absolutely nothing has changed! I know this makes no sense, but I just have no words to put to what I saw. I saw something my mind could barely comprehend, something I'm worried wasn't a dream at all. I was walking through this strange world, feeling absolutely overwhelmed by everything that was happening around me. I finally get to my tent and I see something even stranger. I see myself sleeping in my tent. I'm scared because I'm seeing myself on the ground but I'm also curious. I look even more different than my strange surroundings. I see myself with the strange effect on the surface but below, I'm different. When I look below, I'm a translucent husk glowing from the inside from thick luminescent smoke that writhes inside of me. I watch myself and the weird smoke inside of me before other-me gasps and I wake up. Before I can comprehend the dream, I hear a noise. Standing at the foot of my sleeping bag is Vody, one of the female SCP-4850 instances. I stare at her in shock. I was kind of terrified: On top of my nightmare, the flap of the tent was still zipped and I had no idea how she got in there. I watched her in silence for a bit before noticing her expression. She had this hungry look in her eyes, I have no other words to describe it. It seemed to be a mix of pity and curiosity and something darker. Before anything could happen, I pulled out a salted omul I got at the market and gave it to her. She seemed to snap back to her normal playful self in no time. As I watched her waddle back to the rookery, I wondered what had come over her? There's just no logical conclusion to explain what happened. I'm going, to be honest right now, I'm really rattled. Transcript Sixty-Two 6/19/92 23:43 I can't do this anymore. I feel so lost and tired. I feel like I'm being watched everywhere I go. I feel so scared all the time. I thought that with our limited funding, it wouldn't be fair to the department to cut this short especially since every incident was terrifying but not what the bureaucrats would consider enough to end an expedition. I'm ending this here. I've documented diets, growth, social hierarchy, encounters, a total of 54 different anomalous behaviors. I've taken so many samples and I've submitted plenty of theories, even one on origin. That needs to be enough. I'm more than just a researcher, I'm a person too. I'm telling the director to send the MTF tonight. I can only take so much. Transcript Sixty-Four, Time and Date Unrecoverable Reverberating sound is heard followed by a thump. Seconds later, Dr. Seruuntungalag is heard gasping. I did it, I didn't mean to but I did. I went in. She laughs I was in! I can't go yet, I changed my mind, I can't go yet. I went somewhere I need to see it again. They made me see it, I didn't want to go at first, it was an accident but I have to find it again. I'm so cold. What did I see? I didn't want to see that, I want to go home. It's so Gagging noise is heard before stopping shortly. So cold. Dr. Seruuntungalag vomits. I need to see it again, I need to be there again. Goodbye. Footsteps are heard moving away from the recorder. Reverberation sound is heard again. Transcript Sixty-Five 8/24/92 15:31 Uh, Alpha do you copy? I got something here. Looks like a standard issue voice recorder. Found it when I was investigating the noise. Maybe it's hers? (Indistinct radio chatter) Roger. Scanning the area now. Footsteps are heard for approximately two minutes. Oh God. Alpha, this is Gamma, I found her. She's naked and completely covered in frost.7 About a mile out on the beach. I'm taking her pulse. (Pause) She's still alive! Get the medical team here quick, her heartbeat is really slow. I think- Oh shit! What the fuck, what the fuck, her arm just shattered! Get the team here now! Transcript Sixty-Six 9/4/92 15:31 Hey, it's… This is Dr. Seruntuungalag. Um, since this is going in the main anomaly file, I wanted there to be a conclusion of sorts. To clear up what happened. I can't remember the last two months. At all. The director says I have been checking in normally, until one day I didn't. They sent the MTF and I was just gone. They found me a couple of hours after they arrived naked on the beach and covered in frost. They think I fell in a wormhole. Yeah. Pretty intense. I have no idea what how but I guess it was an accident. There's no evidence that it was malicious. I've tested negative for any cognitohazards and I'm recovering fine: I'll learn how to get around with one arm. They're getting me a prosthesis soon which is nice. So yeah. That's it. Another anomaly down in the books with minimum expense. Time to move on. It's been fun little voice recorder thingy. See you in therapy. Incident 4850-1 Close On 11/28/19 Dr. Seruuntungalag abruptly disappeared. The following note was found on her desktop. Due to mention of SCP-4850, it has been included here. To whom it may concern, I don't know who could be reading this, but I felt I needed to give some closure. If not for you, then for myself. I've been thinking about my Lake Baikal expedition a lot recently. Too much in fact. It feels like something, a concept or whatever, is weighing my mind down, trapping me in its influence: The more I think about it, the harder it got to think about anything else. I needed to stop it before it started to interfere with my work. I started by looking through my old voice log entries. The archivists did their job well and all the entries were filed away neatly, but something felt off. If I concentrated between the lines, I could see other entries appear, like glitches in the system, flickering in and out of existence. I never remembered saying anything close to them. None of my supervisors had even mentioned them, despite those entries easily being a terminatable offense. I have no idea what happened. There is something I remember though. I never told anyone, not my supervisors, not the fucking therapist, not even the tests they were so sure could drag the truth out of me. I remember the wormhole. I remember being taken to some unreal reality. I remember what it means to have four dimensions. I remember being part of everything and nothing at the same time and I remember seeing it, that alien presence, like making eye contact with the void itself. I'm sure we have aspects of it under lock and key in our database, but they're mere fragments compared to what I saw. I came out of that experience with those mere fragments of memory. I changed. Now, all those years later, I knew I had to answer to the gnawing need for closure in me. I pretended to go home for vacation, and as soon as I was out of their clutches, I went back. To the lake. To the spot that SCP-4850 entered from. I stood in front of that puncture in spacetime, desperately searching for an answer. I wish I hadn't found one. As I stared into the abyss, I felt, deep inside me, that same gnawing coldness as the wormhole. It couldn't have connected to the Arctic sea as I thought. This was a remnant of a bridge, the same type of bridge that took me to a higher dimension. The bridge to SCP-4850's origin. This was never about some fucking seals. This is something much bigger. I spent months watching five-dimensional holes in reality pretending to be something of our world. They were watching me right back. Our reality is being invaded. I know that now, so now they know about me. And now they're almost here. This may be the last I'll be able to write. I fear my time here is ending. As of present day, no body has been found. Footnotes 1. Comephorus baikalensis and Comephorus dybowskii 2. The area being an approximately 25m2 space 3. A specialized type of adipose tissue, used to store fat and excess nutrients 4. Also known as a Shapiro time delay. 5. A reality mapping instrument, used to measure the strength of reality across large volumes of space. 6. Seruuntungalag, Sarnai "Identifying the Origin of SCP-4850 through use of Reality Mapping" Foundation Cryptozoology Journal 7. The lowest recorded temperature that day was 13 degrees Celsius. |
SCP-4851 | keter | SCP-4851 instance nesting, of the Cygnus olor (Mute swan) species Item #: SCP-4851 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4851 instances are to be terminated on sight. Due to their differing anomalous properties, personnel should consult each instance's sub-object documentation before engaging. Culling of SCP-4851 populations is to be done with an emphasis on containment. No efforts to encroach upon territory held by SCP-4851 instances shall be made. Protection of existing civilian populations is top priority. Description: SCP-4851 collectively designates the members of an ecological community residing in an approx. 0.6 km2 area of Alaska, United States of America. As of 2050-08-31, SCP-4851 instances have been recorded to be members of 108 different subspecies of common flora and fauna found in the area. It is of note several of such species are invasive to the area. SCP-4851 instances demonstrate a wide range of behavioral, anatomical, and biological anomalies. However, the following shared traits exist: Resistance to substances normally toxic to non-anomalous specimens, including lead (II) and (II, IV) oxides (PbO, Pb3O4), benzene (C6H6), and sulfur dioxide (SO2). Increased fertility. Acceleration of currently understood evolutionary processes in response to environmental changes, with significant observable changes often occurring within one generation. Hostility towards humans and manmade structures. Addendum 4851-1: Observed Anomalies in Selected Species Parent Species Common Name Observed Anomalies First Discovered Oncorhynchus gorbuscha Pink salmon A previously undiscovered type of epithelial cell in the gills facilitates the extraction of hydrogen ions from the water, creating free protons to fuel the synthesis of adenosine triphosphate (ATP) via oxidative phosphorylation in mitochondria throughout the body.1 2040-04-22 Picea mariana Black spruce Anomalous reactions in chloroplasts allow the derivation of glucose from polyethylenes during the Calvin cycle. 2041-05-30 Ovis dalli Dall sheep Presence of three separate digestive cavities in the gut, allowing the digestion of woody plants.2 2042-11-16 Mimulus guttatus Monkey flower Seeds attach to concrete surfaces. Upon germination, organism releases enzymes into the ground around it that dissolve concrete into its individual aggregates. Release of phosphorous-containing compounds facilitate the growth of other plants in the vicinity. 2043-01-06 Myodes rutilus Northern red-backed vole Primarily live underground. Claws are developed for ideal burrowing. Individuals burrow en masse underneath manmade structures, often causing foundational instability and eventual collapse. This process often traps the vole underground, resulting in its expiration. 2047-10-09 Canis lupus pambasileus Interior Alaskan wolf Thinning of nasal epithelium results in significantly enhanced sense of smell. Significant elongation of frontal canine teeth. Engorged masticatory muscles allows specimens to bite through extremely tough substances, including body armor. Lower aversive reactions to painful stimuli. 2049-02-23 Addendum 4851-2: On 2050-09-04, Foundation Sites in South Africa detected the presence of anomalous native animals akin to SCP-4851 instances. On 2050-10-11, the same phenomenon was observed by Sites stationed in India. Such animals were observed encroaching on civilian population centers. Loss of life in these areas totaled an estimated 150,000. SCP-4851 threat level upgraded to ● Red. Addendum 4851-3: On 2050-12-25, at the behest of the Global Occult Coalition, members of the United Nations negotiated the Moscow Agreement as a means of developing a global plan of action to contain SCP-4851. Article 1 is attached below. MOSCOW AGREEMENT UNITED NATIONS GLOBAL OCCULT COALTION 2050 The Parties to this Agreement, Being Parties recognizing the legitimacy and authority of the Global Occult Coalition, Recognizing the international threat posed by the ecological phenomenon designated by the Coalition and hereafter referred to as UTE-1015, Taking into account recent developments in South Africa and India and the massive loss of human life that ensued due to UTE-1015, thus giving precedent for the occurrence of similar events across the globe, Also taking into account the Coalition's extrapolations predicting the number of animal UTE-1015 instances alone will surpass the human population in twelve years, with the number of plant, protist, fungal, and prokaryotic UTE-1015 instances having enjoyed incalculably greater proliferation, Recognizing the potentially catastrophic impacts UTE-1015 will have on the biosphere, Committed to preserving the safety of the human race, Have agreed as follows: Article 1 1. This Agreement, in enhancing the implementation of the Coalition, aims to strengthen the global response to the threat of UTE-1015, in the context of sustainable economic development and minimization of human suffering, by: (b) Pledging each Party's economic and military assistance in the Coalition's ongoing efforts to exterminate UTE-1015 instances, (b) Establishing global surveillance channels that allow quick identification of areas where UTE-1015 is present in, and therefore swift extermination before such organisms are allowed to proliferate, (c) Authorizing global nuclear proliferation in preparation for deployment in areas with particularly high population densities of UTE-1015 species. As of 2051-04-22, 189 out of 193 members of the United Nations have ratified the Moscow Accords. Footnotes 1. Likely an adaptation to rapid acidification of their natural habitat. 2. Alpine vegetation, the Dall sheep's usual food source, has been almost wholly taken over by woody plants due to increasing temperatures. |
SCP-4852 | euclid | A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 4/4852 LEVEL 4/4852 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4852 Euclid Trees crushed during SCP-4852. Special Containment Procedures: An investigation is ongoing into the causes of SCP-4852. Objects relevant to Incident 4852.7 are stored in Site-19 Evidence Locker 38E. Description: SCP-4852 was an event that occurred on January 18th, 2013, that consisted of Foundation Site-19's Research Wing A spontaneously manifesting a proportionately sized pair of legs, superficially resembling those of a domesticated chicken. Research Wing A, provisionally designated SCP-4852-A, used these legs to tear itself from the rest of Site-19 before turning and running in a southwesterly direction at 21 km/h. A research conference had been scheduled in the wing, resulting in several prominent personnel gathered in the area during the event. Addendum 4852.1 AUDIO LOG 1 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ T-MINUS 176 MINUTES, 26 SECONDS «BEGIN LOG» MIC 1 BRIGHT: Got any sixes? CLEF: Nah, go fish. KONDRAKI: This game sucks. BRIGHT: I'm trying to enjoy my break. No one's keeping you here. KONDRAKI: Yeah and nobody's keeping me from throttling you either. Doesn't mean I'm gonna do it. CLEF: Difference is that you don't want to be here. KONDRAKI: I mean, yeah. What else am I gonna do? CLEF: You have a job, y'know. Why don't you go do that? CROW: Could you three shut up? I'm trying to finish this design. It's going to be an auto-thaumic prop- BRIGHT: Fetch. [BRIGHT throws part of his lunch at CROW, who growls at him before biting into it.] MIC 2 MOOSE: Jean. AKTUS: Tilda. MOOSE: Something to drink? AKTUS: Only water. [MOOSE fills AKTUS' cup from a pitcher.] MOOSE: Well, I won last time, so I'll take white. AKTUS: Yeah, I'll take black this time around. Like my lungs, hah! [AKTUS breaks into a coughing fit.] MOOSE: Jesus, you okay? AKTUS: Y-yes, nothing I'm not used to. Though I have to say, the floor shaking is a new symptom. Maybe vertigo - nausea? MOOSE: … I thought that was just me. BOTH MICS [All site microphones record a loud rumbling and seismic sensors detect subterranean movement. The building begins to shake. Fourteen seconds following this, all cameras lose connectivity.] «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 4852.2 DISTRESS SIGNAL LOG ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ T-MINUS 167 MINUTES 18 SECONDS «BEGIN LOG» OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Signal in, what's your status? Talk to me. S19-COMMAND: You're not gonna like it. OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Insurgency? GOC? S19-COMMAND: Neither, for once. OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Well, spit it out then. S19-COMMAND: Uh, Research Wing A4 is gone. OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Gone? Is it destroyed? S19-COMMAND: It's, uh, it's running away. OVERWATCH-COMMAND: … What? S19-COMMAND: It's just sprinting outta here. Ditched the rest of the facility. OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Is this a joke? You know you could be termin- S19-COMMAND: It grew big ol' chicken legs, tore itself out of the ground, and it's heading twenty-seven degrees south by southwest at… our drones are putting it at 13 miles per hour. Transferring data now. [S19-COMMAND transfers satellite data packet to OVERWATCH-COMMAND.] OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Oh shit it does have legs. S19-COMMAND: Yeah. Looks like fucking Baba Ya- hold on, we're getting a signal from inside the wing. OVERWATCH-COMMAND: How many people were in there? I need name- S19-CROW: GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Oh Christ. S19-COMMAND: Dr. Crow, I assure you, we're doing our best- S19-CROW: You ever seen a dog in a moving car? Three words: slip and slide, bud! I'm getting the hell outta here before I lose my lunch. OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Dr. Crow, that's dereliction of duty. S19-CROW: The moment I'm out of this ungodly place I'm going to vomit on you. In Background: S19-BRIGHT: YEAH SHOOT ME YOU BITCH SEE WHAT HAPPENS FUCKING TRY M- S19-CROW: Ah fuc- [S19-CROW's signal cuts off.] S19-COMMAND: Do you think we should extract them? OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Nah, they'll be fine. Focus on figuring out a way to stop Baba Yaga. S19-COMMAND: We should probably stop calling it Baba Yaga. OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Probably. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 4852.3 DISTRESS SIGNAL LOG ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ T-MINUS 99 MINUTES, 55 SECONDS «BEGIN LOG» S19-BRIGHT: Hello? Hello? Come in?! Did Clef break the fuck— S19-COMMAND: Oh hel- Tom? That you? S19-BRIGHT: It's Bright, you dolt. S19-COMMAND: You sound an awful lot like Tom. S19-BRIGHT: And why do you think that is? [Silence for 4 seconds.] S19-COMMAND: Oh. S19-BRIGHT: Yeah. Don't worry, I'm putting his body to better use than he ever did. Slob. OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Signal in, what's going on in there? Why'd the signal go out earlier? S19-BRIGHT: Clef tried to fucking shoot me. Actually I have to give credit where it's due, he shot me. Really nailed me, it was great. Props. S19-COMMAND: You're not like… hurt, though, right? S19-BRIGHT: I'm immortal, not invulnerable. Getting shot still fucking hurts. Anyway, you guys need to get me the fuck out here. Ben's lost it, he keeps telling us how we could end this right now if we pulled a Battle of Hoth. I don't even know what that means! OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Okay, does he- S19-COMMAND: You never watched Star Wars? Seriously? S19-BRIGHT: Believe it or not, I have better things to do than watch campy sci-fi. OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Okay, that's really not important right now. Bright, can you tell where you are? S19-BRIGHT: I'm in the break room. OVERWATCH-COMMAND: I meant geographical- why are you in the break room? S19-BRIGHT: What the hell am I supposed to do? Everyone's in their headquarters. OVERWATCH-COMMAND: What? Okay, explain from the start. S19-BRIGHT: After Clef fucking shot me, Kondraki raised hell while someone got me to a new body. Well, they tried, I just took theirs instead, faster. When I came back to, Crow told me that half the researchers had taken up with Ben and holed up in the office block and the other half are supporting Clef because I guess their hate for Ben outweighs their fear of Alto. S19-COMMAND: It's been like an hour holy shit. How did you guys already go Lord of the Flies? S19-BRIGHT: These people are crazy. I think I saw someone about to be sacrificed. S19-COMMAND: Oh, like Luke in Return of the Jedi. Oh wait, you'd only get that if you've watched Star Wars. S19-BRIGHT: Wow. OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Can you get ahold of Crow? Where are you two? S19-BRIGHT: Uh, yeah, he's right here. We're in the mech lab, he's trying to- YOU MOTHERFUCKER! In Background: S19-CROW: Ah nuts. S19-BRIGHT: COME BACK HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH YOU'RE NOT LEAVING ME IN THIS LOONY BI- S19-CROW: Uh, sorry, only room for one! I'll come back for you, maybe! [The sound of an explosion is heard, followed by fading engine noises.] OVERWATCH-COMMAND: What on Earth is going in there? S19-BRIGHT: He finally got it working. S19-COMMAND: What working? S19-BRIGHT: The fucking egg walker. «END LOG» AFTERWORD: Immediately following this, SCP-4852's advance was momentarily halted by an explosion punching a hole in its exterior. An object exited this hole at high velocity, crashing into a nearby thicket. Agents discovered Dr. Crow in a modified version of his Type-2 Oblong Walker, having sustained only minor injuries. After being extracted from the wreckage and purging on the paramedics, he was returned to the main portion of Site-19 for medical treatment. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 4852.4 AUDIO LOG 2 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ T-MINUS 58 MINUTES, 03 SECONDS «BEGIN LOG» MIC 1 S19-KONDRAKI: -thinking we attack as soon as this bowlegged rooster stumbles over a tree or something. S19-KATHERINE: Do we have to attack? I'm sure command is figuring a way to take this thing down as we spe- S19-KONDRAKI: Well, Kathy, you think Clef is right in the head? I bet you he's planning how to take us out right now. S19-KATHERINE: Why's that? S19-KONDRAKI: I just said so! Because he's insane! He's a violent, paranoid maniac! Which is why we need to kill him before he does anything! S19-KATHERINE: Well, I don't want to fight my coworkers! S19-KONDRAKI: They're not coworkers anymore, Kathy. They're competition. We have to prioritize our own survival! We cannot let that psychopath kill us all! [Scattered cheering.] S19-KONDRAKI: We need to move quick. I bet he's mobilizing his people right now, the sick fuck. MIC 2 S19-CLEF: Anyone got a four? S19-MATTHEW: Nah, go fish. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 4852.5 CONTAINMENT ATTEMPTS ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ CONTAINMENT ATTEMPTS Proposed Containment Procedure Name: Captain Maneyre APPROVED Proposed Containment Assemble a blockade in SCP-4852-A's directed path. Said blockade would consist of concrete blocks, high-tension cable strung up to trip the anomaly, repurposed tire spikes, several buried landmines, and a detachment of security personnel armed with explosive weaponry. Containment Results Anomaly shifted path and went around blockade before returning to original velocity. Proposed Containment Procedure Name: Researcher Carter APPROVED Proposed Containment Place a mobile Scantron Reality Anchor in SCP-4852-A's directed path. In the event that legs are part of a reality-bending effect, SRA will dissipate them and drop Research Wing A to the ground. Containment Results Anomaly did not slow during approach to SRA. Upon reaching the emplacement, it winded back and kicked the SRA, destroying the emplacement in the process. Anomaly returned to original velocity. SRA was discovered and reacquired sixteen miles away, wrapped around a tree. Proposed Containment Procedure Name: Doctor Robyn DENIED Proposed Containment Detonate the facility's on-site nuclear warhead. Containment Results N/A ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 4852.6 DISTRESS SIGNAL LOG ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ T-MINUS 19 MINUTES, 02 SECONDS «BEGIN LOG» S19-BRIGHT: Can you read me? OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Loud and clear, what's happening? S19-BRIGHT: Long version or short version? S19-COMMAND: Uh, let's do medium. S19-BRIGHT: Ben and Alto are in the shittiest Mexican standoff ever. OVERWATCH-COMMAND: How th- S19-COMMAND: They need another person. S19-BRIGHT: What? S19-COMMAND: A Mexican standoff needs three people, it's just a regular standoff if you only have two. S19-BRIGHT: Uh, no, I'm pretty sure it's still a Mexican standoff. You just need all parties to not be able to wi- OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Oh my god how do you people still have jobs. S19-COMMAND: If you have only two parties, one can still win by just shooting faste- S19-BRIGHT: Buddy, I'm looking at the definition on my phone right no- S19-COMMAND: YOU HAD SIGNAL THIS WHOLE TIME?! S19-BRIGHT: Hey, I was trying to conserve battery, jeez. OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Shut up and tell me what's going on. [Gunshot.] S19-BRIGHT: Okay well Ben shot Alto. OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Jesu- [Gunshot.] S19-BRIGHT: Oh wait he missed the first time. Nailed him this time though, good shot. OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Can you defuse the situation? S19-BRIGHT: Uh, I don't think they'll be exactly happy to see me. S19-COMMAND: Why's that? S19-BRIGHT: Well, uh, they're fighting because, uh, before the place ran for it, we were playing cards. With money. And, uh, when the power ran out, someone, um, stole the cash on the table. As it were. OVERWATCH-COMMAND: Jesus Christ, did you steal their money? S19-COMMAND: Holy shit. S19-BRIGHT: Look, look, I was jus- [External cameras show SCP-4852-A rocking and bucking before squatting low, placing the base of the facility 5m from the ground. The building begins to violently shake, throwing people across the floor.] S19-BRIGHT: Oh bo- «SIGNAL LOST» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 4852.7 INCIDENT REPORT ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ UNEXPLAINED EVENT REPORT LOCATION: 59 KM SW of Site-19, TN. STATUS: Concluded. TIME: 11:49 PM (local time) January 18, 2013 DISRUPTION CLASS: Keneq EVENT SUMMARY: SCP-4852-A ceased movement and squatted down. Over the following 12 minutes, the facility produced 5 metal ellipsoids, each roughly 3m in diameter and 4m in height, and dropped them to the ground in a small pile. Each object was found to be constructed of riveted steel with a Foundation seal emblazoned on top. Following the laying of the fifth object, SCP-4852-A stood up, moved several meters forward, squatted again, and demanifested its legs, dropping the facility to the ground. No further anomalous activity recorded. Upon disassembly, each metal object was found to contain a full set of blueprints for Site-19. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 4852.8 POST ACTION DEBRIEFS ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ T-PLUS 85 MINUTES, 34 SECONDS «BEGIN LOG» S19-COMMAND: So where were you during all of this, Director? S19-AKTUS: In Tilda's office. S19-COMMAND: Doing? S19-AKTUS: Drinking wine. Chess. Cheese. S19-COMMAND: And you never saw fit to intervene? Try to establish order? S19-AKTUS: Everyone at this godforsaken site is deranged. They probably would've tried to draw and quarter me. Besides, I had money riding on this game. S19-COMMAND: … I see. And do you have any idea what could have caused SCP-4852? S19-AKTUS: Oh, is that what it's being called? Frankly, I don't think it should be an SCP file, most of your addenda will just end up being boring transcripts. But, no, I have no idea what definitively caused the event. S19-COMMAND: You make it sound like you have a good guess. S19-AKTUS: You ever heard of the term cuckoo's nest? S19-COMMAND: Insane asylum, right? S19-AKTUS: That's right. You guys put the most anomalous, craziest people on the payroll into the same building housing the most magic objects in the world. S19-COMMAND: I'm not sure I follow. [AKTUS takes an inhale from his oxygen mask.] S19-AKTUS: Why, it was just bringing the cuckoos to nest. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ More From This Author More From This Author Rounderhouse's Works SCPs SCP-8003 (+261) • SCP-6794 (+124) • SCP-4149 (+278) • SCP-6196 (+143) • SCP-5377 (+182) • SCP-5140 (+967) • SCP-6000 (+1238) • SCP-2304 (+360) • SCP-7288 (+210) • SCP-5690 (+344) • SCP-5375 (+133) • ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal (+748) • SCP-5285 (+41) • SCP-8976 (+230) • SCP-5227 (+283) • Tales/GoI Formats Site-7: HUMINT (+112) • Nobody, Nobody, Nobody, and Nobody's Encounters with The Man in the White Suit (+122) • New Jersey State Police: Case 102-9381-23 (+34) • PRI(DEMON)TH (+134) • Director House Is A Cracker (And Other Lies You Can Tell Yourself) (+256) • DELTA WAVE (+83) • The Boltmann Ambush (+91) • Site-7: DAEMON (+72) • LAMB OF GOD (+83) • Site-7: REPLICA (+78) • Site-7: AIRGAP (+117) • BREAKNECK (+105) • A look back on what we accomplished (+96) • STARSITE: VAGABOND ACTUAL (+63) • Site-7: WARPAINT (+143) • Other ROUNDERPAGE V2 (+562) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4852" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-4853 | keter | close Info X &SCP-4853 Author: aismallard (Author Page) My first boldpost. Item #: SCP-4853(1) Special Containment Procedures: The only designation which may be applied to SCP-4853 is SCP-4853.1 Other references to SCP-4853 may exist only in this document, and may not exceed ten instances. A numeric identifier for each active reference has been placed next to its first appearance. Civilians who express awareness of SCP-4853 are to be amnesticized. If needed, standard financial remediation is to be carried out. Description: SCP-4853 is a metaphysical concept(3) with a high degree of informational inertia.(4) Addendum 4853-1: Experiment Logs Experiment 4853-1 Procedure: D-41562 inquires about the nature of █████ Result: Information received, but became disassociated. Experiment 4853-2 Procedure: D-41562 inquires about the nature of █████ Result: Information received, but became disassociated. Experiment 4853-3 Procedure: D-41562 inquires about the nature of ███ ███████ Result: Information received, but became disassociated. Experiment 4853-4 Procedure: D-41562 associates information from previous tests. Result: Reference created (#4). Experiment 4853-5 Procedure: Dr. Archibald classifies ███ ███████ as SCP-4853. Result: Reference created (#1). Experiment 4853-6 Procedure: D-41562 inquires about containment strategy for SCP-4853. Result: Reference created (lost), some information discarded. Experiment 4853-7 Procedure: D-41562 inquires about containment strategy for SCP-4853. Result: Reference created (#2), some information discarded. Experiment 4853-8 Procedure: D-41562 collates information about SCP-4853. Result: Information grouped into reference (#3). Experiment 4853-9 Procedure: D-41562 inquires about the distinctions between SCP-4853 and █████. Result: Message received (see below). Containment procedures finalized. Note: Extraneous references destroyed using amnestics. Addendum 4853-2: Received Message Hello valued customer! You have used all of your █████ quota! We have automatically deducted $350,000,000 from your account and upgraded you to the next plan level, giving you 10 references. Don't hesitate to contact our helpdesk with any questions regarding your subscription! Footnotes 1. This prohibits phrases such as "the anomaly", "the object", "it", or colloquial terms like "skip". More From This Author More From This Author aismallard's Works SCPs SCP-7558 • SCP-3597 • SCP-6115 • SCP-4339 • SCP-5446 • SCP-4781 • SCP-4322 • SCP-1294-J • SCP-5900 • SCP-4447 • SCP-5871 • SCP-8019 • SCP-5134 • SCP-5502 • SCP-5510 • Tales/GoI Formats Stealing Something Else • The Heart of the Beast • The Pumpkin Mystery • Continuous Integration • Other Meet The Staff • aismallard's personnel file • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4853" by aismallard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4853. 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-4854 | euclid | An instance of SCP-4854-A, on display in Wilkins's Occult Books, Westminster, London. Item #: SCP-4854 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4854 instances are to be stored in Reliquary Site-06's Climate-Controlled Library when not in use. No more than ten copies of each instance are permitted to be within Foundation containment at a time; further copies are to be destroyed via incineration, with priority given to the most damaged instances. Foundation personnel are to monitor occult/esoteric bookstores in the United States, Canada and Europe for copies of SCP-4854. The method by which SCP-4854 instances are acquired are up to personnel discretion, and financial compensation will be provided in the event that the instance proves legitimate. All other items sold in the store, including and especially homeopathic remedies, are not to be purchased as they have repeatedly proven to be non-anomalous. Description: SCP-4854 refers to several volumes of occult theory and method which claim to be based on works found in the writings of H.P. Lovecraft and other contributors to the Cthulhu mythos. These writings are uniformly flawed in several areas, and are often entirely non-functional. The functional rites, rituals and spells detailed within pose a danger almost solely to the individual or individuals performing them, or else simulate anomalous effects through the presence of non-anomalous psychoactive components. SCP-4854-A refers to a specific subgroup of SCP-4854, which are uniformly styled after the "Necronomicon", which is the most notable volume from the Cthulhu mythos. As the name may suggest, SCP-4854-A instances typically have several rituals pertaining to necromancy as understood by popular culture. At least twenty different SCP-4854-A instances are known to exist. SCP-4854-A instances are universally said to be translated from the 'original al-Azif' by Abdul Alhazred (sic), who is said to be the author of the Necronomicon in the Cthulhu mythos; however, several editions include words and concepts that would not have been known to an individual living in the Arabian peninsula circa the 8th century, such as the Great Wall of China, Mesopotamia, America, the planets Uranus and Neptune, the Kama Sutra, kangaroos, and cacti. The source of all SCP-4854 instances was a publisher located in Maryland known as Uncommonplace Books. Through a combination of flagrant plagiarism of papers on occult study, brief access to the Wanderer's Library at some point in 2005, correlation of thaumaturgical elements present in the Cthulhu mythos to actual occult theory and practice, and the creation of a small cult, Uncommonplace Books was able to produce at least fifty books claiming to be legitimate recreations of works present in the Cthulhu mythos, which were then sold to occult and esoteric bookstores throughout the United States, Canada, and Europe. Addendum: Record of Extended Study of an SCP-4854-A Instance: The following are the research notes of Dr. Katherine Sinclair, a thaumatologist at Site-87. Dr. Sinclair was allowed to study an SCP-4854-A instance (particularly SCP-4854-A12) for a period of two months, and recorded her findings as such. I don't understand the motive of the publishers, here. Make some bad books with good occult theory in them, see what happens? This thing still had the price sticker in it— it's from Wilkins's in London. Fifty fucking pounds! That's over sixty dollars American! It's about four-hundred pages long, and is just printed on plain paper. Two pages in and I'm already discouraged. The treatise at the front was convincing, talking about how dread powers exist beyond the scope of imagination and how they must be stopped, and to be stopped they must be controlled, but then it mentions aconite. A plant which doesn't grow in the Arabian peninsula. This is going to be a long two months. Page fifteen, and I'm seeing more troubles. 'Xau-Tak' and the 'Queen of Ashes' are mentioned. They're fictional gods. From fucking Runescape. Monty1 didn't believe it until I showed him some lore books in the game. This couldn't have been written earlier than 2015! Part of me wonders if they were even trying for authenticity at this point. I'm typing this through dicto dicta backspace fuck dictatorial software that doesn't work because this book is evil. I opened it up to page twenty-nine, and suddenly, my hands are bleeding all over. Monti— no, Monti with a Why god dammit Mr. Reynolds says that the pages are designed in such a way that they give nasty papercuts, something about the way they were printed? It's not anomalous, he doesn't think. The blood at least adds a nice authenticity to the book. Page 30 somehow gets even worse. There's a note quote handwritten unquote in the margin that is signed 'Jurgen Lietner'. Monty pointed out that it's from some podcast he listens to, and it's clearly printed as part of the book. The amount of not caring on display here is astounding. My hands are fine, but dam did it sting. I'm going to see if I can get IT to fix the dictation software on this computer. Still using dictation software, but some that works now, and… well, Monty and I are kind of flabbergasted. Page fifty-one has anomlang2 in it. We think it's a variant of the so-called 'Secret Script' developed by Queen Victoria's Mystery Cult. Probably learned about it from the Library. I'm kind of afraid to read it, to be honest. But I wouldn't be surprised if it just said 'Be sure to drink your Ovaltine'. Okay, further analysis reveals that it is, in fact, a legitimate summoning ritual. We tried it out, and… well, I wouldn't quite call it a 'shoggoth'. 'Shoggette', if anything. Just a moderately-sized mass of eyes and flesh and teeth. It's not even animate. Between the stench and the startling, it did make me lose my dinner. Addendum: Biopsy got back. It is literally just medical waste teleported from the nearest hospital. They could tell by the fact that there was a patient's bracelet in one of its stomachs. Still feeling ill. The book's getting to me, too— after so much pouring through passages trying to find legitimate occult theory, I'm starting to have dreams about it. Monolithic spires and cities with impossible angles and octopus-faces. Ahhhhh. That was sarcastic. I'm still using dictation software. The dreams are weird, but not that weird. I just see typical bullshit from the Cthulhu mythos, nothing that scary. Managed to hit page 100 and find another legitimate spell that makes you void your own blood. All of it. At once. Needless to say, we're not testing it. Katherine what are you doing?3 What do you mean? You slept down here last night? Look at yourself. Have you eaten anything? I'm fine. There's something off about that book. You've read the same shit I have. I probably just got a stomach bug from the rancid Mac and Cheese. God knows a good part of the task force is AWOL with it. If you say so. What are we working on today? Page… 142. Fire magic. Joy. Hihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihi hihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihhihihihihihi hihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihi4 More Secret Script, mixed in with Lovecraft's nonsense language. 'Ia ia Cthulhu fahtagan'. Pages 150 to 203 were blank. As far as Monty can tell, there's invisible text there that can be best seen when the page is bled upon, something about a special ink. How about no. Addendum: I bled on it. The text is in my dreams. Katherine are there rats in the lab? No I don't think so why? Some of the pages look chewed on. I'm going to call maintenance and see if I can get some traps from them. Make sure they're no-kill traps, we need live sacrifices for at least a few of these. Time stamps on the following entries indicate that they occurred within a twelve-hour time span. It is believed that Dr. Sinclair was experiencing a distended sense of time. I dream of a city, I am in a city where the angles are wrong and the architecture is impossible. Rooms are larger inside than out by a magnitude of a universe. A bowl breaks and an ocean spills forth. All the while, in the dreams, I am awake, but I am dreaming, but I am awake. I am devoured by a white fox. It is ecstasy. Ia. Ia. Ia. Page three-hundred. We're almost done, thank fucking god. I found bits of paper in my vomit last night. The medics can't figure out what's wrong with me until the tests get back. They don't know about the dreams. Should I have told them? No. Keep them to yourself. Keep them to yourself. Nobody else must suffer his gaze. Ia. Ia. Ia. Ia. [INDECIPHERABLE WORD]. Ia. You're finally looking better, Katherine. Guess it got out of my system. Had some weird dreams. I— motherfucker! Jesus! Same places I cut the last time, too, shit, what the fuck is with this book? I'm putting it in the safe. We're getting you to the infirmary, now. Never seen paper cuts this bad. [INDECIPHERABLE WORD] [INDECIPHERABLE WORD]. Ia [INDECIPHERABLE WORD]! Ia the Black Pharaoh! [INDECIPHERABLE WORD] [INDECIPHERABLE WORD] [ANOMALOUS LINGUISTICS DETECTED. ALERTING LOCAL TASK FORCE] Dr. Sinclair was discovered in the process of consuming SCP-4854-A12 six weeks into its loan. A previous inspection of the volume had failed to detect that its pages had been laced with an organic psychoactive substance (believed to be ergotamine or a similar alkaloid), which had adversely affected Dr. Sinclair. Several other editions of SCP-4854-A were found to have similar properties. Chemical treatment of the pages has not removed this compound, suggesting that the alkaloid was in the paper as it was originally pulped. Dr. Sinclair is expected to make a full recovery. Containment procedures are undergoing review. Footnotes 1. Alchemical Consultant Montgomery Reynolds, Sinclair's research assistant 2. Anomalous language 3. It is believed that Dr. Sinclair left their dictation software on for these notes, and for several others. 4. Believed to be a transcription of laughter by the dictation program. |
SCP-4855 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4855: "Mind Like a Steel Trap" Author: loddite. Image source: US Department of Agriculture. Public domain license. Image modified by loddite. Credit to TwistedGears for SCP-2284, and Nagiros for the character of Dr. Thomas Graham. Also, thank you to TheMightyMcB, Nagiros, Kai-755, and CorpseOfBixby does not match any existing user name for critique and suggestions on this piece. Your help allowed me to make something I could be proud of, and I appreciate it. Item#: 4855 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4855 is to be housed in a modified humanoid containment unit in Site-17's Auxiliary Containment Wing C. Modifications must include soundproofing and a Faraday cage surrounding the chamber. Only Foundation staff who score above 90 on a Dunning–Kruger Memetic Resistance test are permitted to interact with SCP-4855. Any requests by SCP-4855 for entertainment or other informational material may only be granted after said material is screened by both the memetics department and on-site AIC1 to prevent accidental contamination of anomalous information. In the event of unintended exposure to such information, SCP-4855 is to be immediately treated with Class-A amnestics. Testing may only be permitted via approval from the Director of Site-17.2 Absolutely no testing will be allowed with entities or items that have demonstrated lethal effects. After completion of testing, SCP-4855 is to be treated with Class-A amnestics. SCP-4855, at time of recovery. Description: SCP-4855 is a 74 year-old African-American female, legally named Ms. Edwina Drake, of ██████████, North Dakota. SCP-4855 is immune to informational, psychological, memetic, and antimemetic anomalies. Analysis of the neural structure of SCP-4855's brain reveals no obvious structural or functional differences from baseline humans, and no internal or external mechanism has yet been discovered that could cause SCP-4855's anomalous effects. SCP-4855 is able to retain any anomalous information given to it as if said information were non-anomalous. While this ability effectively shields SCP-4855 from all known informational or psychological anomalies, it also allows SCP-4855 to intentionally or unintentionally spread said anomalies to other parties. As such, the potential danger of an undetectable carrier for mental anomalies necessitates its current containment procedures. Exposure to standard chemical-based amnestics is sufficient to remove knowledge of any recent anomalous information, while memetic amnestics are not sufficient. SCP-4855's mental acuity is above-average for a person of its age, although not exceptionally so. Psychological tests show that SCP-4855 shows no major mental illnesses, with above-average memory retention. SCP-4855's mental state and willingness to cooperate with Foundation staff have been demonstrated to decline in the prolonged absence of regular, sustained human contact. As such, frequent visits are allowed by approved staff trained in elderly psychology and companionship. Acquisition: SCP-4855 became known to the Foundation on ██/██/2019, after the town of ██████████, North Dakota was exposed to a self-spreading class-III cognitohazard. A raid on nearby Site-██ had resulted in the public containment breach of a copy of SCP-████, resulting in 92 deaths by the time Foundation assets arrived to contain the situation3. SCP-4855 was discovered unharmed in a local nursing home, near the center of the affected area. Being the only living witness to the initial spread of the cognitohazard, SCP-4855 was detained and quarantined. Upon initial interview, SCP-4855's anomalous abilities became apparent. + Open Document SCP-4855-A: Initial Interview - Close Document SCP-4855-A: Initial Interview Interviewed: SCP-4855 (at the time documented as its given name, Ms. Edwina Drake). Interviewer: Agent Beck of MTF-Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") Foreword: SCP-4855 had initially displayed symptoms of panic and high stress, likely resulting from its recent experience. After a rest period to allow its distress to naturally decline, Agent Beck of MTF-Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") conducted the initial interview to determine SCP-4855's culpability, if any, in the incident. <Begin Log> Agent Beck: Hello, ma'am. You seem to have had quite a day today, huh? SCP-4855: That ain't the half of it. You gonna tell me where I am? Agent Beck: You're in a safe location, ma'am, don't worry. No one's going to hurt you. SCP-4855: Lord, I hope not. What are you gonna do with me? Agent Beck: Well, considering what went down, the sheriff's department called us in to help out with getting things under control. We've got some questions for you, ma'am, if that's all right. SCP-4855: Of course. You wanna know about everyone going wild, right? Agent Beck: If you wouldn't mind enlightening us, ma'am. We want to find out exactly what happened. Now, when did you first notice something was wrong? SCP-4855: I remember, I was watching the news when the TV went all static-like, and this weird fella in a mask came on, all decked up like he was outta some late-night horror show. Blood everywhere, all dripping from his eyes and stuff. He goes on, all talking about how everyone has to get rid of all their insecurities, their "mortal flesh", whatever, prepare for some monster's coming, stuff like that. His voice was all weird, and I got to thinking, wow, it's just like that time back in the 80's, when they talked about that man in the Max Headroom mask slappin that man's ass on television. You remember that? Agent Beck: I do, yes. SCP-4855: I didn't think you could do things like that anymore, what with television being all digital and stuff now. I guess when it came to our little news broadcast it didn't matter though, they still got through. Anyway I was watching this, trying to figure out what was going on, when I started hearing screams… (At this point, SCP-4855 trails off, looking past Agent Beck into the distance.) Agent Beck: It's okay, go on. SCP-4855: So I'm wondering if anyone else down the hall is watching. It wasn't really scary, just weird, you know? But they sounded like they were dying, they screamed so loud! And then I heard more and more echoing, and footsteps running down the hall, and then things smashing and windows breaking. Agent Beck: Was this when you barricaded yourself in your room? SCP-4855: Not yet. I actually… I was pretty dumb. I looked outside to see what was happening, and I saw… uh.. Agent Beck: Are you okay? SCP-4855: Yeah, yeah, it's just, uh… I mean, I never saw someone tear their own throat out before, you know? And they were still walking, just… running up and down the halls, stabbing each other, painting weird symbols in their own blood… (SCP-4855's speech starts slowing, it looks past Agent Beck and its head droops a little.) Agent Beck: Ma'am? SCP-4855: Right, so. I didn't know what the devil was going on, so I slammed my door shut and moved my bed in front of it and just, I just crouched down under it. And the television was still on, and that TV man, or whatever he was, kept repeating the same stuff over and over again until the signal cut out. I didn't move for what felt like, forever, then y'all from the sheriff's department started banging on the door, nearly gave me a heart attack. Agent Beck: We're trying to get information about who caused this. Do you remember what the person on the television was saying? Please be as specific as you can. SCP-4855: Just, a lot of weird stuff. He kept saying the phrase [DATA EXPUNGED] over and over again, and, like, it made no sense. It was just garbage words, like word salad, but- (At this point, Agent Beck abruptly slumps in their seat and falls to the floor. Agent begins to scream as their eye sockets begin bleeding profusely.) (SCP-4855 looks visibly distressed and climbs on the table, holding its chair out feet-first towards the agent, and calls for help. Guards posted outside the interview room rush in and detain Agent Beck, while escorting SCP-4855 out of the room.) <End Log> Conclusion: Following the abrupt termination of this interview, Agent Beck expired from blood loss due to self-induced wounds to their throat. SCP-4855's anomalous properties were discovered soon after, and it was treated with class-A amnestics to remove any potential cognitohazardous threat. Addendum-1: Following the successful containment of SCP-4855, testing was approved to determine the limits of its anomalous properties. Below are notable excerpts from testing logs involving SCP-4855. To access the complete list, contact the current head of SCP-4855's research staff. + Show Test Logs - Close Test Logs Test 1 - Initial Infohazardous Testing Series Subject: SCP-4855 Test Observer: Researcher Carvelia Procedure: SCP-4855 is to be isolated in a secure room with a television screen and subjected to 423 different infohazardous images, with documented effects listed from mild to severe alterations of behavior. SCP-4855 is to be observed after every test to detect changes in behavior or perception. Results: SCP-4855's behavior never deviated from control tests, aside from increased lethargy as the testing series neared its conclusion. Analysis: This is pretty exceptional. Without any formal training (that we know of), she's got a psychological shield as impervious as any of the top brass in Memetics. If we can isolate how this came about, we can help a lot of people. — Researcher Carvelia Test 3 - SCP-2284 Subjects: SCP-4855, SCP-2284 Test Observer: Researcher Carvelia Procedure: SCP-2284 and SCP-4855 are to be isolated in a standard interview room and remotely supervised. SCP-2284 is to be asked pre-prepared questions and is to respond to them with SCP-4855 present. Foreword: The primary anomaly of SCP-2284, who refers to itself as "Mr. Lie", is a cognitohazardous effect that causes anyone SCP-2284 is speaking with to believe it is telling the absolute truth. The purpose of this test was to determine whether or not SCP-4855 is susceptible to cognitohazards that have no known inoculation. Interview Log: SCP-4855: Why, hello there son. Feel free to sit down a spell; they gave me this list of things I've gotta ask you. SCP-2284: It's nice to see they haven't given up on running their tests. SCP-4855: Maybe for you, but they don't seem to pay any mind to my schedule. Such as it is, anyway. Always waking me up early to go who-knows-where… (SCP-4855 is requested to read the listed questions via intercom.) SCP-4855: I hear ya, I hear ya. Okay, so, first question: What is two plus two? SCP-2284: I feel like the answer to this one is pretty obvious. Don't you? SCP-4855: Yeah, I just do what they tell me. Okay, what color is my blouse? SCP-2284: Off-white. SCP-4855: Actually, I think it's gray. SCP-2284: Yeah, you w— wait, what? SCP-4855: I mean, my eyes ain't what they used to be anymore but I'm pretty sure they told me before I came in here that it was specifically gray. Looks dark enough to me, anyway. (SCP-2284 looks around the room before looking back at SCP-4855 with a pleading face.) SCP-2284: I really don't want to talk to you anymore. Results: Due to repeated requests by SCP-2284 for SCP-4855 to leave, the test was shortly concluded. No detrimental mental states were reported by SCP-4855 at the time. Analysis: Whoever ordered this one, I really don't know what the point of this test was. Obviously, she was wearing an off-white blouse. What were we even testing for? — Researcher Carvelia. Test 13 - Berryman-Langford Kill Agent Subject: SCP-4855 Test Observer: Junior Researcher Daniels Procedure: SCP-4855 is to be isolated in a secure room and deliberately exposed to a Berryman-Langford memetic kill agent. Should SCP-4855 survive, it is to be immediately amnesticized after completion of the test. Result: SCP-4855 unaffected. SCP-4855 described kill agent image as "Neat looking." Note: This was a needless risk of life and could have potentially destroyed one of the most valuable research assets we have for memetics. Daniels, how did you even get clearance to use a Berryman-Langford kill agent? Stay at your station, we'll be sending someone over to see how this happened. As for everyone else, I'll be updating containment procedures to include common sense. We've only got one of her, so try to rein in your desire to play mad scientist here. — Director Graham Following Test 13, testing is only permitted with approval from the Director of Site-17. Addendum-2: Incident 4855.01 On 07/26/2022, SCP-4855 underwent arterial bypass surgery to correct its severe myocardial ischemia.4 During surgery, SCP-4855 went into cardiac arrest, and was pronounced dead by attending staff. Two minutes after death, all staff in the Site-17 Anomalous Humanoid Operating Theatre suddenly collapsed. Still-running automated surgical instrumentation successfully restarted SCP-4855's heart 2 seconds later. Once containment crews arrived, ancillary surgical staff successfully stabilized SCP-4855 and completed surgery. All unresponsive staff members were confirmed deceased by containment crews. SCP-4855 recovered from surgery with no apparent brain damage. Neural scans of the deceased staff showed distinct signs of several dozen conflicting cognitohazards within each subject's brain, which resulted in severe hemorrhaging. It is theorized that infohazards observed by SCP-4855 persisted after cessation of neural activity, and anomalously transferred to nearby living hosts once brain activity ceased. The rate of spread of this effect, and its maximum number of victims, has yet to be determined. This effect has been designated a cognitohazardous "Snap Back" scenario by memetics staff. Countermeasures to prevent a possible "Snap Back" scenario are currently being developed. Use of classified life-extending technologies on SCP-4855 has been proposed, but have not been approved as of writing. Footnotes 1. Artificially Intelligent Conscript. 2. Currently Dr. Thomas Graham. 3. Inciting GoI still unknown at time of writing. See Incident Report RX20-Q for further information. 4. Narrowing of arteries that supply blood to the heart, usually from blockage. Of note is that SCP-4855 presented untreated myocardial ischemia prior to acquisition. |
SCP-4856 | keter | Item #: SCP-4856 Site-54, prior to SCP-4856's manifestation. Special Containment Procedures: As of 30/11/1949, the former North wing of Site-54 has been reclassified as Containment Area-54-091. All personnel within the complex are to be heavily armed with non-lethal weaponry, and immediately alert one another to SCP-4856's incursions. The Area's surveillance/security network has been upgraded to house Forethought.aic, an integrated Gen(Tau) artificial intelligence construct designed to monitor SCP-4856 and build up a relative timeline of the entity's movements, alerting staff to SCP-4856's 'future' activities where necessary. One member of D-Class personnel is to be placed alone and unarmed within CA-54-09 every six months, with their subsequent death confirmed by Forethought.aic and an Embedded Life-Sign Monitor (ELSM). If such a person is unavailable, two D-Class personnel may be delivered in the next scheduled feeding, or three the feeding after that — while the feeding time is largely arbitrary from SCP-4856's perspective, extensive procrastination will lead to disciplinary measures. CA-54-09 is to be monitored for external damage daily, and preemptively strengthened where necessary: a single breach point located anywhere in time could be used by any number of iterations of SCP-4856 to exit the Containment Area. Under no circumstances is the entity to be terminated, as any termination attempts not taking place at the end of SCP-4856's life would logically already have ended in failure. In the unlikely event that the entity's causal chain does not close, Mobile Task Force Eta-Then ("Bootstrappers") are to be covertly diverted from their scheduled duties to resolve any paradoxes. Description: SCP-4856 is a 2.4 metre tall humanoid entity capable of willingly transferring itself forwards and backwards through time at increments of exactly one hour. This transfer is instant and seamless, and multiple transfers can occur in rapid succession, with the furthest temporal distance moved by SCP-4856 in a single event being approximately 3 years, 7 months and 2 days. All transfers form closed timelike curves2, suggesting an advanced level of temporal integration not available to the Foundation in the past or investigated future3. SCP-4856 has not yet shifted back past 01/11/1949, for unknown reasons. Physically, SCP-4856 is a severely malformed and modified human4 with artificial extensions to the arms, legs, neck and spine and metallic braces surgically attached to the lower legs. The entity possesses no mouth, eyes, or nose — respiration and feeding are achieved via a single opening carved at the base of the neck, and the mechanism by which it senses its surroundings is not yet known. Four sub-dermal prongs extend forwards from the corners of the entity's jaw and forehead, pulling the facial area into a single smooth square tattooed with the Foundation logo. In all cases so far observed, SCP-4856 has been clad in a white lab coat affixed to its body at the elbows and shoulders, with the phrase "TEST CASE ONE" emblazoned on the back. The cause of its anomalous capabilities is conjectured to be a large electronic component detected within the abdominal cavity by X-Ray photography; since it has resisted all attempts at surgical examination this has not been verified to any degree. SCP-4856 is extremely hostile towards all human subjects, and if given sufficient opportunity will attempt to disembowel them, extracting all internal organs and consuming said organs via its neck-opening. The entity displays rudimentary understandings of human psychology and hunting techniques, which it uses to its advantage5, as well as a highly accurate knowledge of the layout and architecture of CA-54-09. SCP-4856 has so far been responsible for 92 deaths between 1949 and the present, and upwards of 200 direct or indirect casualties. Location of SCP-4856's initial manifestation within Site-54. Addendum — Recovery: SCP-4856 was first observed on 01/11/1949 within the corridors of Site-54. This is believed to be both SCP-4856's earliest presence in the timeline, and (by the entity's own internal chronology) its first interaction with Foundation personnel succeeding its creation. It manifested suddenly and immediately began to attack nearby staff, directly killing one and fatally injuring two more. It then shifted itself forwards by three hours, attacked members of the Preliminary Identification team investigating the area, and shifted back by two hours to prey on the medical personnel who arrived in the aftermath of the first incident. The Department of Temporal Anomalies was alerted once the acausal series of events had been noted, and by the entity's next appearance (three hours following the attack on the P.I. team) Site-54's North wing had been evacuated of all essential staff not necessary for containment investigations. Notably, SCP-4856 did not initially manifest alone — rather, it appeared alongside a large number of laminated documents6 describing its construction in extreme detail. All documents were printed on Foundation stationery, and contained valid watermarks, signatures, and document keys. Copies of these documents are available from the Site-54 archives on request. O5 COUNCIL PROPOSAL SUMMARY PROPOSAL: "Instruct the Department of Temporal Anomalies to commence research into a method of allowing individuals to shift through time, and encourage said Department to begin human trials as soon as possible." (O5-02) ADDITIONAL PARTICIPANTS: None. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-02 O5-01 O5-04 O5-03 O5-05 O5-08 O5-07 O5-06 O5-09 O5-11 O5-10 O5-12 STATUS DENIED NOTES: While concerns over possible paradoxes (and timeline failure) were brought up during the proposal, the consensus among a large portion of the Council was that the unlikely potential cost of inaction was less than the direct cost of causing SCP-4856's existence. O5 COUNCIL PROPOSAL SUMMARY PROPOSAL: "Directly forbid the possible creation of SCP-4856 at any time in the future, due to the massive risk to human life involved." (O5-01) ADDITIONAL PARTICIPANTS: Dr. Alice Forth, Head of the Department of Temporal Anomalies (AP-01) Ethics Committee Liaison Müller (AP-02) COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-01 O5-02 O5-08 O5-05 O5-03 O5-09 O5-06 O5-04 O5-11 O5-07 O5-12 O5-10 AP-02 AP-01 STATUS DENIED NOTES: The decision was made to let events take their course naturally, due to both the ethical burden of action and the paradox-free nature of SCP-4856's activities so far. EC Liaison Müller was removed from duty shortly after the meeting due to unwarranted vehemence and unprofessional behaviour. Addendum — Incident 4856-Tango (12/06/1999): 03:30 am: Several Foundation agents and researchers, under instruction from an unknown party, covertly acquire a human subject scheduled for unrelated testing that day (D-002303), transporting them to the corridor in which SCP-4856 initially manifested. 03:45: Involved agents begin to follow the instructions present in Document 4856-1, performing several amateur surgeries on the subject — very little progress towards constructing SCP-4856 is completed, however, as a number of security personnel quickly intervene. 03:48: Two groups begin arguing over the correct course of action. D-002303 attempts to flee the area, but is forcibly sedated by Researcher Heller. 03:53: The argument is exacerbated upon the arrival of high-level staff from Site-54's main complex. Members of the initial group are forcibly restrained, and backup is requested. 03:56: The area's alarm system reports that SCP-4856 has manifested elsewhere in the facility, and the support team are delayed in their arrival due to requiring firearm and body-armour distribution. 03:59: Junior Researcher Leyland (believed to have been off-duty and possibly intoxicated at the time) becomes distraught, vehemently asserting that the 'test case' described in Document 4856-1 had to be completed in order to prevent the past from "unexisting"7. They subsequently stab the guard restraining them in the leg with a medical scalpel of uncertain origin. 04:01: After breaking free of their restraints and receiving verbal support from a number of their co-conspirators, Leyland darts forwards and attempted to install the first of the sub-dermal prongs, fatally wounding the unconscious D-002303 by severing the carotid artery in the process. 04:03: SCP-4856 (having arrived in that section of the facility moments earlier) seemingly becomes enraged by D-002303's death, and grips Leyland by the neck, forcing them into a nearby disused containment chamber. 04:04: Agents Farmer and Weißmann fire their tranquilliser pistols at the entity, but the darts are blocked by three more iterations of SCP-4856 (presumably from several hours in the future) who manifest between them. Two are successfully slowed by the Agents, but the third, remaining unhindered, decapitates Farmer and extracts the lungs and partial digestive system from the Agent's neck. They then immediately shift backwards by several hours, preventing apprehension. 04:05: Agent Weißmann gives the retreat order following the manifestation of four more iterations of SCP-4856, who stand in a semi-circular formation around the containment chamber's door. Researcher Langdon disobeys this order and attempts to breach the 'perimeter' with their regulation handgun, meeting with a similar fate to Farmer8. All remaining staff evacuate the facility. No contact was made with either Leyland or SCP-4856 for the next two hours. After this time had passed, the door to the chamber opened to reveal two instances of SCP-4856. The containment chamber's internal systems had been almost entirely dismantled, and a large pile of bloody organs and excess skin was present in the centre of the room — identified as belonging to both Leyland and several other members of former and current staff. SCP-4856 pushed the second instance of itself into the corridor, at which point both demanifested; the destination of the second instance is believed to have been 01/11/1949, and the destination of the first is unknown. No abnormal behaviour has been observed from the entity since. Following Incident 4856-Tango, Forethought.aic detected an abnormal occurrence and submitted the security footage of the event to Site Command for analysis — all video of the area showed a tall, emaciated figure in a grey suit overseeing the scene. The entity (designated AE-4856-1) did not interact with the event at all, but made several notes on a clipboard and demanifested once SCP-4856 had been produced. Analysis of the footage suggests AE-4856-1 was surrounded by a powerful SEP concealment field for the duration of the incident, hence the lack of visibility to those involved. Subsequent in-depth analysis of pre-Forethought recordings shows a minor visual distortion at the site of SCP-4856's initial manifestation, 'bending' to place the components of Document-4856-1 on the floor shortly after the entity appeared. The implications of this are unclear. Addendum — Document 4856-2: The first page of AE-4856-1's clipboard was visible to the closed-circuit security cameras at multiple points during Incident 4856-Tango, and a reconstruction of the document is included below. [12/06/19/14] TEST CASE ONE Investigation into ethical handling of nuanced prophetic scenarios among members of Group-4 ("SCP Foundation") Supervisor — [Redacted for transfer] Requirements — [Redacted for transfer] Summary — Institute ENTITY with intent to cause harm. Utilise native ethical code to induce dilemma. Cause harm. Imply self-action. — Observe actions from native timeline participants when self-action is implied. Retrieve ENTITY and note results. — If positive then continue. Results — Poor. ENTITY not produced. Situation unresolved. Native timeline participants not observed to succeed at any element of test. — General recommendation: branch not to be used for batch process under any circumstances. — Commence Test Case Two with alternative covert ENTITY at earliest opportunity to ascertain lower morality limits. Test Case Status: [FAILED] Footnotes 1. All previous anomalies contained at the site have been relocated to the newly constructed South wing, or to a temporary high-security holding facility 62 km away. No additional anomalous objects or entities are to be housed within CA-54-09. 2. In which the alteration to the past perfectly facilitates its own existence, eliminating all paradoxes. 3. Investigations have so far proceeded as far as the year 2900 Anno Domini, and while Temporal Distortion Engines have been constructed prior to this date they are imperfect and require manual paradox resolution by Foundation staff to prevent timeline collapse. 4. DNA testing has so far been inconclusive as to its origin and possible pre-modification identity, as all genetic material appears to have been partially 'scrambled' in a semi-random fashion, preventing identification. Physical examination has revealed vague similarities to a number of current Foundation personnel, but has so far been insufficient to pinpoint a particular subject. 5. In some cases collaborating with other iterations of itself to apprehend particularly difficult prey. 6. Collectively designated Document 4856-1. 7. This has no basis in fact, and does not conform to any known model of causal/acausal resolution. 8. Following this point in SCP-4856's personal chronology, all observed SCP-4856 instances have shown signs of a bullet wound on the left shoulder. Worryingly, instances that have persisted for longer show signs of competent medical treatment of that area, and a small minority of far-future instances display minor mechanical augmentation of the shoulder muscles. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4856" by MaliceAforethought, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4856. 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: 54long.jpg Name: Bank of England Printing Works Author: Tim Westcott License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Geograph Filename: corridor.jpg Name: Corridor with TBL's old office Author: Jeremy Keith License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-4857 | esoteric-class | THIS DESIGNATION IS AVAILABLE FOR ASSIGNMENT As of INCIDENT I-4857-NEUT-8 on 2/28/2009 the designation SCP-4857 is considered AVAILABLE. SCP-4857 is considered a Type 2: Mostly Clean designation. SCP-4857 has no associated infohazardous contamination, no associated memetic contamination, no associated thaumaturgical contamination, light to no associated parallel bleeding contamination and no associated unique contamination. SCP-4857 is therefore considered approved for all objects. Please send any requests for SCP designation to Site-01 administration or other designation approved administration service. + Show Additional Contamination Information (Clearance Level 2/Administration Required.) - Remove Additional Contamination Notation Contamination Degree Notes Infohazardous None This designation has not been associated with infohazardous material. Memetic None This designation has not been associated with memetically propagating material since 12/9/1975. No sign of memetic contamination has been detected in testing. Thaumaturgical None This designation has not been thaumaturgically targeted. Parallel Bleed Light to None This designation is used as the designation of SCP-4694 in universe 9l81-fE2ξ-D. Low levels of parallel bleed may be experienced as a result of this but it is considered unlikely that this will compromise this designation. Unique None This designation does not show signs of unique contaminants. + Show Previous Item Assignments (Clearance Level 2/Administration Required.) - Remove Previous Item Assignments Note: Records of designations before SCP-4857-N-4 were lost in containment breach 47/5/3/1901. Contaminant testing has determined that SCP-4857-N-1 to SCP-4857-N-3 have had no contaminating effect on the SCP-4857 slot, although the nature of SCP-4857-N-1 to SCP-4857-N-3 remains currently unknown. Archive Designation Duration of Incumbency Descriptor Term Notes SCP-4857-N-4 Unknown date to 8/31/1931 The Gold of Heart Anomalous independent organ which induced transmutation in precious metals, converting them into an equivalent volume of cardiac muscle tissue. Neutralised via long-term decomposition. SCP-4857-N-5 █/██/1931 to 4/16/1955 The ██████ ████████ █████████ ███████████ ██████ ████ ████████ eyes ████. Neutralised via ████ ██████ after ██ attempts. SCP-4857-N-6 1/8/1958 to 12/9/1975 Very Irritating Box Cardboard box decorated with brand logos possessing memetically propagating abilities. Lost in containment breach 91/12/9/1975 and ensuing fire. SCP-4857-EX-1 9/7/1977 to 3/23/1981 The Coventry Chainsaw Massacre A repeating phenomena involving "phantom lacerations" occurring in Coventry, England. Later revealed to be an elaborate hoax perpetrated by the Chaos Insurgency to waste Foundation resources and distract from progress on ███████████. SCP-4857-N-7 5/17/1985 to 31/12/1999 The Millenium Turner ███████ ███████. ██ ████ ██████ Waterford █████ ███ ████████ Square ███. █████ ███ ███████ ████ ██████ ██████████████. Became permanently inactive on the exact moment of impact, as per expectations. SCP-4857-N-8 3/8/2001 to 2/28/2009 A Very Black Spoon Ice cream spoon exhibiting anomalous, light-altering properties. Incorporated into designs for SCP-████ and neutralised therein. + Show ERROR_NO_TITLE_GIVEN (Clearance Level ERROR:INVALID_CLEAR_ID Required.) - EHWAZ-1 IDENTIFIER RECOGNISED THIS DOCUMENT FOR EHWAZ-1 EYES ONLY. UNAUTHORISED ACCESS WILL RESULT IN SUMMARY TERMINATION. UNAUTHORISED VIEWING OF THIS DOCUMENT WILL RESULT IN SUMMARY TERMINATION. THE EXISTENCE OF THIS DOCUMENT IS UNACKNOWLEDGED IN OFFICIAL SYSTEMS. DUE TO THE UNOFFICIAL NATURE OF THIS DOCUMENT THERE IS NO PROCESS OF APPEAL FOR PUNISHMENTS INCURRED DUE TO UNAUTHORISED VIEWING. ALTHOUGH THIS DOCUMENT IS NOT OFFICIALLY LISTED ITS CONTENTS WILL BE PROTECTED BY TWO-DEGREE TERMINATION IN ORDER TO PREVENT INFORMATION SPREAD. BY UNAUTHORISED VIEWING OF THIS DOCUMENT YOU PUT THOSE YOU SPEAK TO IN DANGER OF SUMMARY TERMINATION. IF YOU ARE NOT A MEMBER OF MTF EHWAZ-1 DO NOT CONTINUE PAST THIS POINT. Item #: SCP-811 SCP-3125 SCP-4857 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4857 is not contained at this current time. Suggestions have been made to contain or destroy SCP-4857 by various means but all have been dismissed on moral or security grounds. A document for the discussion of the anomalous phenomena currently designated SCP-4857 is to be maintained in an otherwise unused SCP designation. Attempts to assign this designation are to be resisted when possible in order to facilitate ease of access. All information stored regarding SCP-4857, including any information which acknowledges the existence of SCP-4857 in either Model Blue or Model Red, must be stored within this document. Other forms of data storage are not permitted. The Out-Group must not be made aware that it has been detected at any cost. All duties related to SCP-4857 are to be undertaken exclusively by MTF Ehwaz-1, “Kevin’s Nightmare”. MTF Ehwaz-1: MTF Ehwaz-1 is a completely unofficial organisation within the Foundation. Its existence is not to be recorded outside of this document. The team is to be maintained at the minimum feasible size and expanded only when necessary. If a prospective candidate for MTF Ehwaz-1 refuses to join then amnestics of the appropriate strength are to be administered to remove all memory of SCP-4857 and MTF Ehwaz-1 from the candidate. MTF Ehwaz-1's duties currently include: Maintaining secrecy on all SCP-4857-related data, including from other members of the In-Group. Providing resources for MTF Ehwaz-1 members whenever possible. Running quarterly NIES 31 scans to identify In-Group members. Identifying large and powerful2 groups comprised entirely of Out-Group members. Locating humans who are not currently connected to the In-Group and establishing connections which future NIES 3 scans can utilise for network expansion. Performing additional research into the nature of SCP-4857 whenever possible, with the primary goal of determining the correct behaviour model. Determining the nature (if any) of the intelligence controlling SCP-4857. Perform yearly MTF-wide votes on the Abhishek Mhalskar Breach Proposal (PROP-4857-BREACH). Description: SCP-4857 is the designation of an observed phenomena regarding human interaction which may take one of two forms, designated Model Blue and Model Red. Currently, SCP-4857 is considered to be non-dangerous; however, it is likely this may change if it is found to correspond to the Model Red hypothesis. The phenomena designated SCP-4857 can be described as a closed loop system of relations. Every human being on the planet is familiar with a number of others, which may vary from under a dozen in the case of extremely reclusive individuals to the mid hundreds with more outgoing ones. The individuals are in turn familiar with other individuals, creating a network of billions who are all connected through many degrees of separation. Although conventional wisdom and general logic would dictate that the entire population of the world would be connected in this way, investigation by the Foundation's Dr. Mhalskar have determined that this is not true. Starting from Dr. Mhalskar the network of individuals and their connections only extends to approximately two point six billion people3 before being entirely prevented from continuing via comprehensive structural holes4 which separate it entirely from the rest of humanity. This two point six billion people, which includes the entirety of MTF Ehwaz-1 and every potential reader of this document, therefore has no connection via familiarity to the rest of the world's population. This group of two point six billion people has been termed the "In-Group" by members of MTF Ehwaz-1, with the converse therefore being the "Out-Group". A few additional factors must also be noted: All countries contain both In-Group and Out-Group members. The distribution of In-Group members is consistent with general trends of global population distribution. No centrality5 is observed at all within the In-Group beyond that expected (such as that exhibited by especially wealthy or famous individuals). No settlement beyond a thousand people is comprised entirely of members of one group. The ratio between groups remains fixed as the global population changes, according to NIES 3 census. Many famous individuals, both historical and current, are Out-Group members, as per the standard distribution. It is possible for In-Group and Out-Group members to meet and even communicate, but they never do so regularly. Nothing approaching familiarity has been observed between groups. Nobody in the In-Group can identify a member of the Out-Group. Group distribution is maintained within the Foundation itself. The chances of SCP-4857 occurring naturally are so small as to be functionally impossible. This would suggest one of two models of behaviour. Model Blue posits that SCP-4857 is a phenomenon of random chance with no external control or other anomalous features. Per Model Blue, SCP-4857 most likely cannot be breached by forcible random selection of Out-Group members as this would have occurred by chance6 since the discovery of SCP-4857 in 1983. Awareness of SCP-4857 has also not facilitated chance inter-group connections amongst members of MTF Ehwaz-1. Other interaction and chance-related SCP objects known to members MTF Ehwaz-1 have previously been "defused" by knowledge of their nature. This has not occurred with SCP-4857. Model Red posits that SCP-4857 is instead the product of large-scale control or a secondary anomalous property. As by definition censuses and other data closely observed7 by members of the In-Group will only include other members of the In-Group the existence, number and location of Out-Group members cannot be determined. As no member of the Out-Group can be identified or contacted at this time there is no guarantee that any member of the Out-Group exists when not observed by a member of the In-Group. If the Out-Group members do possess a shared permanency and are not observation-dependent then it is considered extremely likely that a large controlling intelligence coordinates the Out-Group in order to facilitate the extremely slim chances involved in maintaining SCP-4857. Regardless of the correct behaviour model for SCP-4857 it is considered likely that "breaching" SCP-4857 would be an extremely difficult act, and may be impossible. Although this means contact with Out-Group members may not be feasible it also suggests that accidental breaches of data to the Out-Group are unlikely to occur. This means that provided SCP-4857 is not intentionally breached- and a minimum of informational secrecy is maintained -SCP-4857 should remain extant and the intelligence controlling it, if that intelligence exists, should remain unaware of the existence of MTF Ehwaz-1. THE ABHISHEK MHALSKAR BREACHING PROPOSAL The AMB (Abhishek Mhalskar Breaching) Proposal, also known as PROP-4857-BREACH, is a proposed series of steps which would conclusively prove whether or not SCP-4857 adheres to the Blue or Red behaviour models, and was submitted to MTF Ehwaz-1 on 1/6/2003. The AMB proposal both outlines specific details of the steps to be undertaken if approved and a broad plan of action for MTF Ehwaz-1. The AMB Proposal is chiefly centred around the idea that a Model Blue SCP-4857 will not physically allow a breach between the In and Out-Groups, and that in the case of Model Red being accurate the termination of Out-Group members is not a moral concern. The AMB proposal therefore suggests that MTF Ehwaz-1 attempt to perform a large-scale termination of multiple Out-Group dominant population centres in order to reduce the Out-Group population advantage. Terminated Out-Group members will then be inspected by MTF Ehwaz-1 members in order to achieve familiarity and create a forced "bridge" between the In and Out-Groups. Suggested methods of termination include: Thermonuclear attacks. Induced natural disasters such as large-scale flooding or tsunamis. Release of chemical agents. Release of biological agents. Release of SCP objects. Prior to the enacting of the AMB proposal prominent In-Group figures will be informed in order to prevent additional loss of life due to civil unrest. Proponents of the AMB proposal have stated in the past that it does not matter if Out-Group members die so long as the breach is performed and they are demonstrated to adhere to Model Red. If no breach can be performed then this demonstrates that Model Blue is correct, and in this case the AMB proposal will not be capable of proceeding at all. Criticisms of the AMB proposal are focused around the point that it is unknown if Model Blue will prevent a breach being formed, that it is unknown if Model Blue will intervene before the large-scale termination is performed (and not afterwards during the forced familiarity stage), that too little is known about the hypothetical Model Red Outgroup to justify a large-scale termination, and that the AMB proposal will necessitate a "broken veil" scenario. MTF EHWAZ-1 BREACH VOTE As of the most recent vote, MTF Ehwaz-1 has elected to not attempt to forcibly breach SCP-4857, with a vote of 63% Nay, 34% Aye, and 3% abstaining from voting. A breach attempt will therefore not be made in accordance with PROP-4857-BREACH. A LITTLE LETTER FOR YOU ALL- STURBANKS I suppose some explanation is in order for any newcomers to MTF Ehwaz-1. First of all, welcome to yet another existential nightmare to plague your every waking moment. You're probably used to them by now. You're probably very confused at this point-. We, and now you, are MTF Ehwaz-1. We study SCP-4857 whenever we can. Our entire operation is completely off the books, and may be either of singular importance or a complete waste of time. If you're in the team that means we think we need you. One of us looked at the resources you had available, explained what we do, and brought you into our little fold. You're Ehwaz now, and you get to ponder along with the rest of us. Any explanation of 4857 has to start with Dr. Mhalskar. Mhalskar was always a strange man. We're all strange here, I suppose, but he was one of the worst. Excessively paranoid and relentlessly narcissistic. Exactly the sort of person you can imagine thinks 4857 is true already. He'd brought it up to me before, when we were working on the old 1123, back before it finally evaporated and they reassigned the number. He told me that he'd realised he didn't know anybody who worked at Site 33, even though it was so close to our office. I didn't think anything of it, but it stuck with him. He spent six years putting little dossiers together, but it wasn't until we got NIES 18 access that he got his chance. Some of you won't remember it, but NIES 1 was the spy system in the early eighties, back when what it did was new and exciting and we were first starting to really push the envelope with Foundation-only technology. It had some sort of techno-psycho-burrower thing, could hop between minds looking for information. I didn't understand it, but it worked. We'd been scheduled some time on it when it crashed. Completely frozen. Mhalskar said it would take all day to fix, so I called it a night. When I got back in I heard NIES had taken ten hours to get running again. That was a lie. Mhalskar had restarted it in under an hour and conducted a massive sweep without any prior permission. He sent the NIES worm on a trip through himself and into everyone he knew, and from them into everyone else. It had taken all night, but he'd made his net. By the time I arrived in our little office Mhalskar was burning everything. Every note, every scrap of paper he could find. He was panicking, he was a Model Red man, through and through. His net showed what he'd always thought- nobody knew anyone in Site 33, or Site 451 or Site 3098. Two thirds of everyone weren't known to anyone we knew, or anyone they knew, or anything like that. There was no connection at all. The threat it showed might have been nothing, or it might have been massive. I got a friend- who was by definition one of "us" and not one of "them"- to rig us up an unofficial MTF clearance level. He said we still needed a name, so we chose one. It’s not Greek, but I like to think it works- Ehwaz 1, Kevin’s Nightmare, a secretive little group in the Foundation who were fighting a threat that might not even be there. There are, as you just read, two ways to look at 4857. We called them Blue and Red because we weren't very imaginative. Blue was always my preferred way, Red was Mhalskar's. He liked Red because he was a doomsayer, I like Blue because I desperately want it to be true. If 4857 works by blue then all those people in the Out-Group, all five billion of them, are just people. Separated people, people who might live strange lives in a million tiny ways, but just people. Red, which was always Mhalskar's model, holds that they're not people. Not really. They might walk and talk and act like us, but they aren't people. They were put here by someone or something else. Maybe they're a collective illusion. We have no idea what they do when they aren't around us, they might not even exist as soon as they leave our sight. We don't know if we can trust anything they say, if anything they consider objective reality is true. We don't know anything about them because if we knew them they'd be us. We have no idea which model is true, and we don't seem to have any way of finding out. In the early days, before Mhalskar's proposal, we came up with the basic idea. We could maybe, just maybe, force a confrontation. All we need is some familiarity. We could grab one of them off the street and hold him down while we force him to talk about his kids. We could have a real heartfelt chat. Really get to know each other. But if that worked then 4857 would most likely be red. If force alone could break a blue 4857 then it would be broken every day, and there's been more than thirty years for mere awareness to break it. If we tried and failed we'd at least know, but if we tried and succeeded then if there's an intelligence it would likely know. And it would know that we would know. The Outgroup are around two thirds of the world's population. They control two thirds of the world's superpowers. They control two thirds of the O5 council. They completely staff no fewer than eighteen Foundation Sites- hell, they're two thirds of the human-derived SCPs. So our first connection would have to also be our first strike, and we could strike first, Mhalskar looked into it. We've identified nuclear submarine commanders in the In-Group9, and rulers of nuclear-capable countries. Two of the assumed four In-Group O5s are apparently in MTF Ehwaz-1, although I have no idea who they are. If push came to shove and we shoved first we could wipe most of them off the map, and if we wiped them out then they'd most likely be red. Most likely. Unless we got blue wrong, and we wipe out most of the world’s population for nothing. I don't know what to do. I haven't for over thirty years. Nobody else does either. We could be sitting on a landmine, or on a cushion, and either way it would really be a poor idea to get up right now. Professor James Sturbanks Senior Research Head, Site 19 Provisional Head of MTF Ehwaz-1 - Title for hiding text Footnotes 1. Neural Infiltrator Espionage System 3 2. In terms of economic, political, or military capital. 3. Specifically 2,632,342,801 at the time of the most recent NIES 3 census in May of 2019. 4. A social network analysis term referring to an absence of ties between groups. 5. A social network analysis term referring to the influence of a node within a broader network. 6. For example Foundation D-class selection. 7. To the point of establishing "familiarity" with the individuals recorded. 8. Neural Infiltrator Espionage System 1, a predecessor to the current NIES system (NIES 3) with significantly reduced functionality (you kids don't know how good you have it with NIES 3 I swear to god). 9. Actually because of the close-knit nature of crews we've identified entire nuclear submarines. « SCP-4856 | SCP-4857 | SCP-4858 » |
SCP-4858 | euclid | We will live and die as if we never were, in a thousand thousand scattered places. close Info X SCP-4858: But the Rock Cried Out, No Hiding Place Author: Tufto. More of Tufto's work can be found here. Image: The images are all licensed by valid CC licenses (2.0, 2.0 and 4.0 respectively), and can be found here, here and here. SCP-4858. Item #: SCP-4858 Special Containment Procedures: An armed perimeter has been set up around SCP-4858. Guards and researchers are to be on-site at all times to deal with potential SCP-4858-A manifestations. All intruders and SCP-4858-A instances are to be detained, ideally before they are able to react and activate a suicide device. Description: SCP-4858 is a ruined shrine in Kidal Region, Mali. It is of unknown construction and design, and is believed to have been built in the 4th millenium BCE, apparently for the worship of an unknown deity named Sap'e'ha. Around the base of the shrine, inscriptions can be found written in English, French, Tuareg, Literary Arabic and an unknown dialect of Aramaic. These inscriptions have been variously dated to between the 4th millenium BCE and the 1st century CE. Several bricks found in the vicinity of SCP-4858 have been dated to the 9th millenium BCE, thousands of years before the technology which would have allowed their construction was available. At entirely random moments, a single humanoid figure (hereafter referred to as an SCP-4858-A instance) will appear to manifest inside SCP-4858. SCP-4858-A instances typically expire shortly after arrival, due to severe burn wounds; of the 4% who do not, all have committed suicide shortly after being taken into Foundation custody through cyanide pills hidden in the mouth. Multiple SCP-4858-A instances often appear in short succession; genetic testing has revealed that these clusters ordinarily form family groups. In cases where burn wounds occur, any clothing and items the SCP-4858-A manifestation has on its person will ordinarily be destroyed, although there are a small number of cases where objects have survived. The causes of this are unknown. SCP-4858-A manifestations frequently manifest while holding print books or manuscripts, although these have never survived intact. On several occasions, individuals have been observed approaching and observing SCP-4858; they often appear to be in a state of extreme distress. Attempts to capture these humanoids ordinarily fail; only 4 have ever been apprehended, and have all committed suicide by the same method as the SCP-4858-A instances. SCP-4858 was first discovered by the Foundation on 10/12/1972, following reports of "people emerging from the desert" in nearby villages. SCP-4858-A manifestations notably dropped in frequency following Foundation containment, with the 1515 manifestations reported in 1973 falling to just 13 by 1976 and only 5 since 2010. +Log of inscriptions found on SCP-4858 -Log of inscriptions found on SCP-4858 Inscription 1: Dated to c. 400 BCE. Written in English. Praise to the Sap'e'ha! The walls may crumble, but through the dark, it has led us into light! The books may burn, but it has led us to our salvation! Long life to the Sap'e'ha! We cannot go back, but through their outstretched palm, they have led us to a new home! Glory to the Sap'e'ha! All is imprisoned, but here, we can enjoy our sorrows with wine and song! Inscription 2: Dated to c. 1200 BCE. Written in an unknown dialect of Aramaic. My dearest Cephus, If you are reading this, you have passed through the tunnels and made it out alive. I do not know where I shall find you, but if you have followed the instructions correctly, then I will see you before long. I cannot wait, my love. We shall journey by horse and camel until we find the fabled Babylon itself! If you made a mistake, or something went wrong, then I beg of you - lead a good life. Whenever you are, be happy. Find some city on a hill, or overlooking an azure bay, where the sun shines bright upon the water. Find another man to love. And beware Their eyes, for They are everywhere. Damos. Inscription 3: Dated to c. 1800 BCE. Written in Old French in the Tifinagh script. To whoever reads this: check the dial on number 64. People are going missing, or ending up after the cutoff point of 1972. At least 40 have gone so far. If you can get a message to any of the Sap'e'ha's remaining members on the other side, tell them that they must fix this, and quickly. It'll only be a matter of hours back there before the Tunnels are broken into. Inscription 4: Dated to c. 30 CE. Written in Modern Standard Arabic. There used to be sand here, and a temple to Ba'al, until we started showing up. All those worshippers, constructing something so far from home, and we've gone and stitched it out of time. I feel bad about that. It's not right, really - but at least They are not here. At least we can have lives here. I'm going to Carthage. I think this is during Roman times. Fatima, Henry, come and meet me if you read this. It is night and it is so silent. I've never heard anything so empty. It's dark, but the dark of the sky, not the dark of the cage. Inscription 5: Dated to c. 3800 BCE. Written in English. This stone is dedicated to Gengar, a noble friend, from Horatio. May she rest in peace. I will never forget the sight of the books burning. The Sap'e'ha have done good work today. I hope they do not find these passages - the records say that only one got through, and many years from now, so I think we will be alright. The records burnt on the way through, so we have nothing left. We will live and die as if we never were, in a thousand thousand scattered places. But it was worth it. Life was worth it. +Log of items recovered from SCP-4858-A instances -Log of items recovered from SCP-4858-A instances Item: 4858-1. Description: Headscarf, partially intact. Found on a female in their mid-30s who manifested on 20/06/1994. Notes: Headscarf made from natural dyes and fabrics only. Several pieces of smashed silicon were found wrapped inside. Item 4858-2. Item: 4858-2. Description: Photograph of a woman in a Pan American Airlines flight attendant uniform in the mid-1970s. Found on a female in their mid-20s who manifested 19/09/1980. Notes: Written on the back are the words "Aunt Aada - look up!" in Finnish. An individual with an identical appearance to the woman named Aada Korhonen was found burnt to death in her apartment in New York on 25/01/1971. Item 4858-3. Item: 4858-3. Description: Photograph of an urban settlement, believed to be the Finnish town of Puotinharju as it appeared in the 1970s. Found on a female in their mid-20s who manifested 19/09/1980. Notes: Written on the back are the words "old homestead pre-cleansed - late 20th/early 21st?" in Finnish. Item: 4858-4. Description: Statuette in the shape of a serpent entwined around a human hand. Found on a female in their early 20s who manifested 01/03/1985. Notes: Created from an unknown compound derived from undetermined plant matter. Written on the base is the word "Sap'e'ha". Item: 4858-5. Description: Page from a series of printed instructions for unknown machinery. Found on a male in their mid-20s who manifested on 19/12/1989. Transcript: Turn in a circle until you hear 3 clicks. It is important that you only turn 95 or less, as turning numbers above this will result in an unsafe landing. Note that there is no guarantee in a safe landing despite this. Upon the beginning of the transfer, you should see multiple forks of green fire. It is vital that you enter this fire; it is the only way to prevent severe burning. See Gengar (2099) for further details; can be found in the "Molotov Argenthought" section. Upon landing, check to see if the temple is in a ruined or non-ruined state. If it is in a ruined state, then [illegible due to fire damage] REMEMBER: The Other Ways should only be used as a last resort. There are more reliable routes of egress. Item: 4858-6. Description: Written note. Found on a male in their mid-teens who manifested on 29/12/2004. Transcript: set 31, 31, twist 95 in a circle until clicks 3 times tunnel 83 outpoint: hands temple, must be before 1972 (check precision on controls!!) they are so many, i didnt realise before, they came down the mountain and theirs nowhere left to run just the black the inky black the ports sent us back, they won't let us live and they call it "[incomprehensible]" mary and martha i'm sorry i go to the rock to hide my face Item: 4858-7. Description: Small badge containing the Foundation logo. Found on a technologically augmented male in their early 40s who manifested on 08/11/2019. Notes: Item bears the large text "SCP Federation" above smaller text reading "One Containment. One Consensus. One Nation." |
SCP-4859 | keter | Item #: SCP-4859 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4859 events are to be logged as they occur and analyzed for discernible patterns to ease suppression efforts. In the event of a civilian casualty, Cover Story-021 "GUN CONTROL" is to be enacted. D-Class personnel may be used in incidents of massive casualties to satisfy public concern, with a cover trial and sentence of 15-35 years time in prison. At this time, Foundation fronts in Washington state are to include at least one agent with expertise in demonology. Description: SCP-4859 is the corpse of a human male that appears irregularly throughout the state of Washington. No pattern or common element triggering this event has been discerned, and it is considered to be random at this time. Once SCP-4859 has manifested, a specific series of events will follow: SCP-4859 will manifest. Passersby fail to notice the object here. A wake of black vultures1 (Coragyps atratus) will gather around SCP-4859, pecking away at clothing and eating the flesh. Passersby fail to notice the act here. A man dressed in a heavy coat and jeans,2 armed with a rifle, will approach the scene, keeping a distance of approximately 40 meters. SCP-4859-B will aim and fire the rifle at SCP-4859-A. The resulting gunfire will alert all people within earshot. SCP-4859-A will collectively gather around and conceal SCP-4859 before flying away. No evidence of SCP-4859 will be present after flight, and no trace of SCP-4859-A will be present after thirty seconds. Attempts to locate SCP-4859-B after the event have failed. Before January 9th, 2019, the Foundation was only able to confirm the event through consistent witness accounts. While the events following SCP-4859's manifestation have carried out the same sequence each time it has been witnessed, there have been slight variations after Stage 4 dependent on whether an SCP-4859-A instance has been successfully shot. A majority of SCP-4859 related events, however, result in SCP-4859-B consistently missing. Incident Log 4859.1: RECOVERED VIDEO TRANSCRIPT Date: January 9th, 2019 Foreword: SCP-4859 appeared in Wenatchee Valley Mall in East Wenatchee, Washington. The following events were recorded and posted to social media site Twitter by Josh Munn, a witness to the event. Munn captioned the video as "What an idiot". When later questioned, Munn claimed to have no recollection of filming anything past his interaction with his friend, Darryl Hay, nor did he remember uploading it. <BEGIN LOG> Video begins with a shot of a person across the table, identified as Darryl Hay. He has sat down with a paper food basket holding a large pretzel. In the background to the right, SCP-4859-A can be seen peeling flesh off of the right hand and face of SCP-4859. Munn is assumed to be filming and is not captured in the video. Munn: Oh, man. Look at that thing. Hay: Huh? What do you mean? Munn: Your pretzel, man. It's just a big piece of knotted bread. Look at it. No salt. Hay: What? You're crazy, this thing has plenty of salt on it. Munn: Yeah, if you're watching your sodium intake. Why don't you put some more on it? Hay: Doesn't need it. It's fine. Munn: I'm telling you that if you bite into that right now, you are going to get a bland, greasy pretzel. You want a greasy pretzel with flavor, and that means more salt. There's some on the table next us, so why don't you use it? Hay is silent for a moment before rolling his eyes and sighing. He reaches for the salt on a table on the left off-screen. Some SCP-4859-A instances begin tearing through the shirt of SCP-4859. One instance reaches into the mouth with its beak. Hay proceeds to add salt to the pretzel. As he shakes the container, the cap comes off, emptying out the rest of the salt onto the pretzel. Munn bursts out laughing. Hay: Fuck you, dude. Hay throws the pretzel at Munn. At the moment of impact, a gunshot is heard and the video flashes white twice. Several diners in the food court leave their seats and run. Others remain seated. Hay is the first to turn towards the sound. Munn turns second, aiming the camera at SCP-4859-B. SCP-4859-B stands up from its kneeling position and walks towards a wounded SCP-4859-A, the remainder of which, along with SCP-4859, have already fled. Seated civilians visibly recoil as SCP-4859-B walks by them. It kneels down and holds the creature in both hands. SCP-4859-B: Tell the others to leave it alone. A short period of silence follows. Two mall security staff arrive, identified as Jamison Durth and Mark Rowlins. Rowlins: Sir, drop the weapon and move it aside. SCP-4859-B does not acknowledge the order and maintains eye contact on the SCP-4859-A instance. Rowlins: Do you hear me? I said put the gun down, and move it to the side. Authorities are on their way. SCP-4859-B: (to SCP-4859-A) I know you hear me. Leave my body alone. After a brief moment, SCP-4859-A begins imitating a human laugh. SCP-4859-B: Laugh all you want. We both know the truth. Rowlins: Final warning: Put the gun on the ground and move away from it. SCP-4859-A's laughter becomes more intense. SCP-4859-B holds SCP-4859-A to the ground, pinning it down by the neck. SCP-4859-B grabs a knife from inside its coat and raises it in the air. Durth: That's enough. Move in. Durth and Rowlins both approach SCP-4859-B. SCP-4859-B swings the knife down, severing SCP-4859-A's head. The video distorts for one second after. Both mall security officers stop moving. Everything is quiet for seven seconds. Munn starts laughing. Soon after, Hay begins laughing. Within eight seconds, all people present in the food court begin laughing except SCP-4859-B. SCP-4859-B stands up, bringing their rifle to bear. SCP-4859-B: Stop it. Leave these people alone! The crowd continues laughing. Durth holds his stomach. SCP-4859-B aims and fires at Durth, the video distorting as the shot rings out. Durth falls backwards onto the floor, still laughing despite the wound in his chest. SCP-4859-B: These people have nothing to do with me! They're not your toys! Munn continues to laugh, causing the video to shake. SCP-4859-B turns towards him and fires, but the bullet fizzles in mid-air. SCP-4859-B walks closer and fires another round, the second bullet dissolving like the first. As SCP-4859-B comes closer to the camera, scabs form over its right hand and face. It draws its knife. SCP-4859-B: One way out. SCP-4859-B takes two steps forward before stepping on the salted pretzel. A sound akin to crackling fire can be heard as SCP-4859-B steps back in recoil, grunting. It looks at the ground, then back at Munn and into the camera. The laughter has not stopped. SCP-4859-B begins to disappear. SCP-4859-B: One way out… The video flashes white twice. SCP-4859-B is missing in the last frame. <END LOG> Closing statement: The video has been removed from Josh Munn's Twitter feed, as well as from Wenatchee Valley Mall's security footage. Witnesses present have been amnesticized and the death of Jamison Durth has been explained as a rogue shooter in the area. Addendum: Since Incident 4859.1, known SCP-4859 related events have left behind a decayed black vulture skull after their conclusion. The skulls are assumed to have belonged to SCP-4859-A instances and have been collected by Foundation agents to be kept in Safe Item Storage for further research. Incident Log 4859.2: On December 20th, 2023, local authorities in Leavenworth, Washington received several phone calls at 02:42 AM. Calls had reported the sound of gunfire near the Leavenworth area, prompting an investigation from authorities and, subsequently, embedded agents in those authorities. At 3:37 AM, the sound of laughter was heard within a forested area northeast of Leavenworth by Agent Liss. Liss then followed the sound and located SCP-4859-B, sitting across from SCP-4859. The two entities were surrounded by traces of a black liquid3 and seven black vulture skulls imitating human laughter. Notably, the Latin phrases "asinus", "vastum", and "iam quid"4 were heard in the collective laughter. SCP-4859-B has been unresponsive since discovery. Amendment to Containment Procedures is pending due to these new developments. Footnotes 1. SCP-4859-A. 2. SCP-4859-B. 3. Identified to be ectoplasm. 4. 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SCP-4860 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4860 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4860 is currently contained in cryogenic storage within its original packaging. Personnel are to avoid damaging or otherwise interfering with any thaumic seals when handling SCP-4860 for research or transport. Research of these seals has been designated an Ekhi-class priority. Description: SCP-4860 is the body of an adolescent human male of Eastern European descent suspended in thaumo-cryogenic stasis inside a large wooden crate. Due to the poorly understood nature of its stasis, it is currently unfeasible to ascertain if SCP-4860 is alive. Local Hume measurements and other diagnostic tests indicate that SCP-4860 is a reality bender of Class IV or greater. SCP-4860 was retrieved from Low Earth Orbit via drone following the detection of a spike in EVE levels and rapid Hume fluctuations. A cardboard box containing several files was also retrieved alongside SCP-4860, but had inadvertently dumped over half its contents into orbit due to poor packaging. The files and internal documentation, while decidedly non-anomalous, were compiled in a language identified as Sylvanian Alexandrian, the lingua franca of the extrauniversal instutition known as Alexylva University. These files contained information pertaining to SCP-4860, of which several translated instances have been attached below. Lexical gaps between English and Sylvanian Alexandrian have been patched with Rosetta.aic, and are subject to improvements in the future. Dates have also been converted to Gregorian Calendar format for accessibility. Salutations, Vice Chancellor Allgrass of Alexylva We have received your request to requisition Ottokar for vivisection and biological studies. I am pleased to inform you that the Alexerican Triumvirate have approved of this transfer, of which you will hopefully find this letter attached to. The materials will be delivered to you via a new service offered by the Phitransimun Combine. They're marketing it as the most secure postal bridges in the entire industry, so it should be in safe hands. Barca Magnus knows how much we paid for a subscription. I trust you will find these new materials enlightening to your institution. May it hasten your pursuit of knowledge as it has ours. A word of advice: try not to loosen the chains too much. It wouldn't do to have all our efforts be snubbed by the wrath of a god. Your fellow academician and learned friend, Magister Anaximander of Alexerica THE LABORS OF OTTOKAR Foreword: Analysis and cross-referencing of the previous and current baseline seem to indicate that Ottokar made changes non-consecutively, jumping backwards and forwards in no particular sequence. We're still trying to figure out how he managed to avoid temporal backlash, as well as safeguard the occurrence of altered events in the face of severe butterfly effects from alterations further back in the timeline. It is also not known if all of the following alterations were intentional or arose from neglected butterfly effects. Original Event Altered Event The Empire does not exist, and did not exist. Over a hundred sovereign states exist throughout Africa and Eurasia. The Empire spans from Hibernia and Mauretania to Zipang and Chryse Insulasia, with numerous vassals and client states in the present day. The Alexylva University does not exist, nor does the concept of Alexandrian institutions of higher learning. An Alexandrian institution of higher learning exists for every Imperial province and administrative area. Kadmos Atsadi Calanico is elected as the first Cherokee President of the Union of Cartecalla in 1888CE. Cadmus Julius Sylvanius Calanicus is coronated as the first Cherokee Augustus of the Empire in 1888CE. The Migratory Period in Europa gives rise to the Gothic invasions that lead to the fragmentation of the First Carthaginian Empire and the formation of the Franconian Kingdom in Callut Hasalemut. The Empire fails to repel invasions of unpacified Goths and Slavs only in the frontier provinces of Venedia and Ruthenia. Rome would reclaim these territories and begin pacification campaigns a century later. The Republic of Baratanac defeats the Kingdom of Rome 3-0 in the finals of the 2020 Barca Cup championship. The Empire defeats the Imperial Province of Britannia 30-0 in the finals of the 2020 Caesar Cup, winning the championship. I Friends, fellow scholars, we stand on the precipice of a New Age. On the Ides of this December, a shack appeared in the main courtyard of our prestigious Alexerica University, bringing strange fluctuations in the surrounding fabric of existence. Within this shack lay a young man, comatic and feverish, surrounded by computer towers and papyrus sheaves. We identified the youth to be as follows, and brought him into our custody. Profile ID: 00184714 Name: Alexander Ottokar Race: Sarmatian Gothic (Occidental) Status: Slave (Beta House) An unremarkable slave according to our records, Ottokar has, seemingly overnight, achieved an uncharacteristic aura of inexplicable power hitherto unseen on our campus. A power strong enough to command authority over the order of the world. This made investigation into Ottokar an absolute priority. Given his peculiar arrival and condition, our scholars inferred him to be a stranger to our reality. However, as all our scholars would know, a proper study never ends at an inference. Combing through his shack, we came into possession of several writings of his. Outlandish criticisms of imaginary circumstances, and the unpatriotic yet unabashed romanticisms of a history lesser to our own, written in such persuasive fervor that one would have followed Ottokar to any war he desired. Even while compiling this report, I admit that I seem to harbor contempt for those who would be enemies of the sons and daughters of Rome. My mind wanders to the Phoenician, the Hun, the Pict, the Sogdian, in spite of their pacification or destruction in centuries past. It almost distracts me from the shame of being inspired by a slave. Our suspicions of an extrauniversal origin became unfounded upon the sudden appearance of numerous deepwell archives hidden in the bowels of our institution, harboring a wealth of intriguing information. Curiously, these archives seemed to contextualize the many maps and manifestos penned by Ottokar and confirmed him to be a local, albeit an anachronistic one. His Mundus of extraction, so to speak, bore many differences to our baseline. I have no doubt that most of you have already laid eyes on the Labors of Ottokar, an ongoing effort to compile his many deeds from the variations between the old and present world. Presently, our consensus is that Ottokar was, or is, far more capable than commanding authority over the order of the world. He has commanded authority over the order of time and history itself, becoming a remnant of a reality that never was. A God has been born amongst us, nurturing our glorious present into existence in spite of his barbarian birth. For this, he has been afforded the best care our facilities can offer, and is only a matter of time before he is in optimal condition for further study, his comatic condition notwithstanding. We would be right to canonize him into scripture. Glory to Ottokar. — TRADITOR DEMETRIUS CONFUCIUS RUFINIUS THE LABORS OF OTTOKAR Original Event Altered Event The Mandate of Heaven is held by the Zhou Empire, and encompasses the entirety of Serica. The Mandate of Heaven is seized and destroyed during the Fourth Serican War. Serica is currently administrated as a client state, and so hosts an Alexandria Serica University. Australia is split between multiple states borne of the colonial ambitions of Carthage and other powers in the XVIII Century. The numerous states that do exist in Australia live under the protection and fear of a Mongolic Khanate allied to Rome. Butterfly effect strongly suspected. Hannon the Elder discovers Cartecalla in 145BCE. His son Hannon the Younger would go on to establish a trading outpost there circa 127BCE after the death of the Elder Hannon. Alexandria Amazonia is discovered in 120CE by Imperial expeditionary fleets, while Alexandria Insularia Aquae and Alexandria Sylvanos are discovered in the following months. Multiple recorded instances of Alexander the Great founding and renaming cities in the Indian subcontinent exist, although none are referred to as such in the modern day. Over 80 instances of cities named for Alexander the Great/Alexander Ottokar(?) currently exist in the Indian subcontinent. The Battle of the Metarus in the 2nd Punic War ends in a Carthaginian victory. Rome is razed to the ground weeks later by Hannibal as revenge for the death of his brother Hasdrubal, who was transmuted into spiders by a Roman eigenweapon at the Metarus. Rome never recovers from the 2nd Punic War. The outcome of the battle is unchanged, however Hasdrubal's death is inadvertently avoided by the sudden deactivation of all eigenweapons by what is believed to be a thaumo-electric pulse. Afterword: It is inferred that Ottokar had exhausted himself in executing his labors, leading to his collapse during his attempted alteration of the Battle of the Metarus. With thaumo-electric pulses being a common symptom of high stress and overworking in thaumaturges, it's more than likely his actions there were unintentional. No further changes to the timeline were recorded earlier than this. In the end, Ottokar was unable to fulfil what he desired most: Roman ascendancy over Carthage. And yet, it happened anyway. While Rome was pacified over the course of subsequent campaigns and was eventually integrated into Carthage proper, Roman culture and identity persisted, their continued existence sanctioned and tolerated by the Shofets in Carthage. Rome played the long game, supported by geniuses of the likes of Caesar, Fluvius, and Theodosia, who had far superior foresight than the very being who serendipitously engineered these circumstances by brute forcing impossible victories and discoveries. I wonder what Ottokar would think about Rome growing into the corpus of Carthage from within itself, before breaking out and rising like a magnificent phoenix? Would he feel proud seeing an Empire that rejects his very race stand tall? The strange barbarian ways of the old world are wholly incompatible with our noble customs, after all. We owe everything to the final folly of Ottokar, and for the sake of our world—may Ottokar never complete his Labors. Barca Magnus willing, he shall rest forevermore. LXX ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4860" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4860. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-4861 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-4861 Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-4861 does not yet exist, it is not currently under containment. Following negotiations with GoI-2378 ("Paradisus"), preliminary containment procedures will be devised if possible. Description: SCP-4861 will be an entity resembling an animate human nervous system which will appear floating over an as-of-yet unknown European city on 12/11/2030. Thirty seconds following its initial appearance, SCP-4861 will release a wave of hostile psionic energy, resulting in the brain death of every sapient organism within a five kilometer range, and will repeat this action every thirty seconds indefinitely. Information provided to the Foundation suggests that this will result in a total of 11,752 casualties and a partial Broken Masquerade scenario. Intelligence on SCP-4861 was given to the Foundation as part of the Lambert Peace Agreement with GoI-2378 ("Paradisus"), a version of the Foundation originating from the year 2100. Following the final cessation of hostilities between the two organizations, negotiations officially began regarding a full intelligence exchange on SCP-4861 so that containment procedures could be devised prior to its appearance. (See Addendum 4861-1) Addendum 4861-1 (Negotiation Logs) Close Addendum The following is a record of negotiations between representatives of the Foundation and GoI-2378 ("Paradisus") regarding the terms of an information exchange on SCP-4861. In order to prevent Paradisus from using these records to gain an unfair advantage in negotiations, they are to be deleted from all Foundation records on 12/11/2030. Representing the interests of the Foundation are Dr. Newman and Agent Klaus, while Paradisus is represented by Great-Doctor Samuelson and Fine-Agent Xi. Negotiation Log 4861-1: <Begin Log> (Dr. Newman is setting up the recording equipment, as Agent Klaus waits by the door. Great-Doctor Samuelson and Fine-Agent Xi are already sat at the table.) Great-Doctor Samuelson: (to Xi) You see that? I'm sure I've seen that recording equipment in a museum when I was a kid. Fine-Agent Xi: Very interesting, sir. Great-Doctor Samuelson: I know. Thank you. (Dr. Newman and Agent Klaus pull up their seats and sit down.) Great-Doctor Samuelson: Ah, you're finally finished? Dr. Newman: (nods) We can begin. Great-Doctor Samuelson: Fantastic. Now, I would hope you've read the file on SCP-4861? Agent Klaus: We wouldn't have bothered to talk to you otherwise. (Pause.) Great-Doctor Samuelson: I'm sensing some hostility here. Please don't forget the peace agreement, Mr. Klaus. (Pause.) Agent Klaus: Of course. Great-Doctor Samuelson: Thank you so much. Miss Newman? Dr. Newman: Doctor, please. Great-Doctor Samuelson: Forgive me. Dr. Newman: According to the files you've sent us, in the year 2030 this anomaly will appear over a city somewhere in Europe and kill ten thousand people - breaking the Veil. Great-Doctor Samuelson: Partially breaking the Veil. We do manage to recover - but it takes some time. Dr. Newman: The Psionics Divison looked through the readings you've gave us, the ones from the day SCP-4861 supposedly appears. They seem legitimate. Great-Doctor Samuelson: Supposedly? You wound me. Dr. Newman: Hm. It does concern us that you're not more specific about where exactly SCP-4861 appears. Great-Doctor Samuelson: Well, we'd be more willing to provide that information. (Pause.) Dr. Newman: If…? Great-Doctor Samuelson: If you agree to our terms. Agent Klaus: And you're willing to let ten thousand people die if we don't? Great-Doctor Samuelson: Well, from our perspective, those people have been dead for more than seventy years. If anyone ended up being responsible for their deaths, it wouldn't be us. Dr. Newman: Enough, Klaus. (Pause.) Dr. Newman: (sighs) What are your terms? Great-Doctor Samuelson: You currently have two anomalies in your custody - SCP-737 and SCP-1018. We'd like for you to transfer custody of those items over to us. (Pause.) Agent Klaus: A toy train and an edgy anartists idea of a prank. Strange requests. Dr. Newman: Why do you want them? Great-Doctor Samuelson: At some point in the future - now, I won't say when - those two anomalies will be destroyed in containment breaches. It pains us to see such shoddy workmanship from our predecessors. It's like an embarassing childhood memory. We'd like to save those anomalies, and the secrets our research could potentially unlock from them, from that fate. (Pause.) Dr. Newman: We'll need to discuss this with our superiors, you understand. Fine-Agent Xi: Of course. Take your time. Great-Doctor Samuelson: Yes, yes, take your time. You've got ten years of it, after all. <End Log> Negotiation Log 4861-2: <Begin Log> (All parties sit down at the table.) Dr. Newman: Forgive the rudeness, but we need to make sure timelines are synced. Current Foundation Time is 18:21 on the seventh of January, 2020. Yourselves? Great-Doctor Samuelson: Of course. We're just as devoted to the Lambert Agreement as you. Current Paradisus Time is 18:21 … now 18:22, on the seventh of January, 2100. Fine-Agent Xi: And following this meeting, we'll return to our time period at the appropriate equivalent to Current Foundation Time. Dr. Newman: Thank you, gentlemen. Now, we've been looking over the additional materials on SCP-4861 you sent over to us - thank you for that, by the way - and we just have a few questions. Great-Doctor Samuelson: Please, don't hold back. I'm sure you must all be very confused. (Pause.) Dr. Newman: Of course. Thank you. Now - from what you've told us, I assume the appearance of SCP-4861 is, to you, a historical event? Great-Doctor Samuelson: That's correct. Dr. Newman: And I would expect that event had a significant influence on your present? (Great-Doctor Samuelson nods.) Dr. Newman: Then, by definition, wouldn't allowing us to prepare for SCP-4861 alter your own time heavily? Maybe even beyond recognition? (Pause.) Great-Doctor Samuelson: (laughs) I appreciate the concern, dear - but as I'm sure you remember from your attempts to rewrite us during our minor scuffle, transferring our consciousness' over to another timeline is not very difficult for us. Agent Klaus: Five hundred and fifty one. (Pause.) Great-Doctor Samuelson: I'm sorry? Agent Klaus: Five-hundred and fifty one. The number of people you killed during that minor scuffle. Great-Doctor Samuelson: …I see. Regrettable. Anyone you know? Agent Klaus: (takes out photograph of SCP-4861) We've been inspecting the image you sent to us of SCP-4861. Looks like it's the real deal, even if you did censor damn near everything in it. Great-Doctor Samuelson: We couldn't have you reading the stars and determining the location, you see. Agent Klaus: So it's night-time when it appears, then? (Pause.) Great-Doctor Samuelson: I, uh… Fine-Agent Xi: (clears throat) Dr. Newman. I believe you had a few more questions? Dr. Newman: That's right. From what these files detail, the only thing SCP-4861 does following its appearance is release those psionic waves every thirty seconds. It doesn't even move from its original position without something else moving it. What else should we know about it? Is it even alive? Great-Doctor Samuelson: We don't believe so - our current hypothesis is that it's a spontaneous byproduct of many thousands of psionic signals colliding in the right way, a coincidental thing. But that isn't the important thing, the way we see it. What you should see as important is where SCP-4861 will appear, and how best to minimize the damage it inflicts when it does. When can we expect SCP-737 and SCP-1018? (Pause.) Dr. Newman: That's … still being discussed. Great-Doctor Samuelson: …I see. I have to say, Miss Newman, I don't like having my time wasted. When next we meet, make sure you bring those anomalies with you, or we'll decide this isn't worth the effort. I understand two Thaumiel-class anomalies require a certain level of consideration, but - Fine-Agent Xi: (coughs) Dr. Newman: I'm sorry? Great-Doctor Samuelson: I - I'm sure you are. We'll be taking our leave now. <End Log> Negotiation Log 4861-3: <Begin Log> (All parties sit down at the table.) Dr. Newman: Current Foundation Time, 17:53 on the ninth of January, 2020. Great-Doctor Samuelson: Current Paradisus Time, 17:53 on the ninth of January, 2100. Where are 737 and 1018? Dr. Newman: We'll get to that in a few minutes, Mr. Samuelson. Great-Doctor Samuelson: Excuse me? Agent Klaus: You're excused. You see, we've been talking, and after what you said at the end of our last meeting we think you've figured out what's really going on on your end. (Pause.) Great-Doctor Samuelson: And … what do you mean by that? Dr. Newman: Well, you see, I thought it was very unusual how blase you were about potentially having your entire timeline rewritten. During wartime, I could see you maybe grinning and baring it, but during peacetime? For two Safe-class anomalies? (Pause.) Great-Doctor Samuelson: …Safe? Dr. Newman: Yes, they're Safe. I guess after that information wipe in 2053 that made these kinds of exchanges necessary in the first place for you, you lost the precise details on some of these anomalies - so you assumed that just because you consider them Thaumiel, we would do the same. Great-Doctor Samuelson: (stands up) Now hold on just a minute! Under the terms of the Lambert Agreement - Dr. Newman: I'm not allowed to call out bullshit? (laughs) Oh, Mr. Samuelson, I've read that thing from comma to comma, and I'm happy to say I very much am. So please let me tell you what I think is going on. (Pause. Great-Doctor Samuelson sits down.) Dr. Newman: Thank you so much. So, in your time, there's an anomaly that has you scared - or, at least, it's wounded your pride - and for whatever reason, the things you need to contain it are an animated toy train and a statue that makes it rain indoors. I have to admit, that must be one weird thing you're trying to keep locked up, but I don't really care about the specifics of what it is. We'll find out in due time, anyway. Great-Doctor Samuelson: That's … that's an interesting theory you propose, but when it comes down to it, the reason we need the anomalies is irrelevant. Dr. Newman: Please let me finish. Even with a situation like that, I still really doubt you'd risk altering your entire world to lock it up. But the current state of your organization - the, ah, difficulties that led you to attack us in the first place - is the result of that Broken Masquerade scenario, I take it. You're hoping to undo that to make yourselves stronger. Maybe, right now, you're not strong enough to take on anyone but a weaker version of yourselves. (Pause.) Dr. Newman: Mr. Samuelson? (Pause.) Dr. Newman: Are you okay? You're not saying anything. (Pause.) Great-Doctor Samuelson: (quietly) What do you want? Agent Klaus: We're prepared to give you what you want. SCP-737 and SCP-1018. Great-Doctor Samuelson: You … are? Dr. Newman: That's right. Great-Doctor Samuelson: Oh. I see. Well, where are they, then? Let's get this exchange underway! Dr. Newman: Ah, that's the thing. (Pause.) Great-Doctor Samuelson: What do you mean? Dr. Newman: They're not here. I don't even know where they are. Great-Doctor Samuelson: A containment breach?! Dr. Newman: (laughs) No, no, nothing like that! We're just very thorough. You see, we've decided an alternate means of handing the anomalies over would work best for us - so we've relocated them to automatic containment chambers, watched over by drones, and wiped the locations of those chambers from all our records - that includes memory, too. Within the entire Foundation, only myself and one other person know where SCP-737 is, and only that other person knows where SCP-1018 is. Great-Doctor Samuelson: So when will the exchange take place, then?! Dr. Newman: In about eighty years or so. You see, this is how this'll work - I'll give you the coordinates for SCP-737 now, and then you can tell your friends back home to go dig it up. Then, you give us the data we need on SCP-4861. Once we've successfully contained it in 2030, we'll give you the coordinates for SCP-1018. (Pause.) Fine-Agent Xi: You want us to wait ten years? Dr. Newman: No, of course not. The O5 Council have agreed to a temporary suspension of the relevant article of the Lambert Agreement in this case. We're authorized to send those coordinates to you five minutes from now. It's ten years for us, but you'll have time to make a cup of coffee. Fine-Agent Xi: I see. That's acceptable. (Great-Doctor Samuelson turns to Fine-Agent Xi.) Great-Doctor Samuelson: Xi, you're being full-unreasonable - fully unreasonable, I mean, but still! Fine-Agent Xi: The Directorate Council wants this situation resolved, Samuelson. Your victory lap is getting tiring. Dr. Newman: Thank you. I'll send the coordinates over now. We can wait here until retrieval is confirmed. [IRRELEVANT DATA REMOVED] Great-Doctor Samuelson: Unbelievable… (Fine-Agent Xi returns from outside the room.) Fine-Agent Xi: It's confirmed. They've found 737 at the coordinates you gave. The data on 4861 has been sent over, too. Dr. Newman: I'm grateful. Great-Doctor Samuelson: And what about 1018? There's no guarantee they'll even tell us where that is, now! Dr. Newman: Don't worry. I'm sure Agent Klaus will remember to tell you after we bag SCP-4861. (Pause.) Great-Doctor Samuelson: Oh. Agent Klaus: Yeah, of course, I'll be sure to. (sighs) The thing is, I've been told by the O5 Council that I have a whirlwind schedule of assignments ahead of me, zipping all over the place, you know? And - well, I'm sure I don't have to tell you this, we're in the same business - this is a dangerous line of work. No way to tell what's going to happen in the future. (Agent Klaus leans forward and grins.) Agent Klaus: Anything I should know? <End Log> Addendum 4861-2 (Preliminary Containment Procedures) Close Addendum In order to bring SCP-4861 into containment without human casualties immediately following its appearance above the city of Lyon, France at 19:23:06 on 12/11/2030, the following actions must be taken. Execution of these containment procedures are to be considered vital to the integrity of the Veil and the continued operation of the Foundation in its current state. 19:15: A Foundation-owned aircraft will take off from Lyon–Saint Exupéry Airport. This aircraft is to be remotely piloted by Learning Computer Zeta-4 ("McFly") and the cargo hold is to be equipped with a containment chamber of suitable size to temporarily house SCP-4861. No human crew-members are to be present aboard the aircraft. 19:20: Learning Computer Zeta-4 is to report temporary technical difficulties to air traffic control, and divert the path of the aircraft slightly from the pre-approved flight path. 19:23:06: The aircraft is to pass over the coordinates of SCP-4861's such that it appears directly inside the containment chamber. 19:23:07: Immediately following acquisition of the anomaly, Learning Computer Zeta-4 is to pilot the aircraft to a heightened elevation in order to ensure the psionic wave released by SCP-4861 after thirty seconds does not come into contact with any civilians. 19:23:37: After a safe range has been confirmed, Learning Computer Zeta-4 is to proceed to Containment Site-94 in Antarctica, moving along a predetermined flight path in order to ensure no humans come into contact with the ensuing psionic waves every thirty seconds. 02:23: Learning Computer Zeta-4 touches down at Containment Site-94, an installation staffed by containment drones and specifically designed to store SCP-4861. Upon transfer of SCP-4861 to the installation, the mission is to be considered a success. 03:00: In accordance with the terms of negotiation with Paradisus, the coordinates of SCP-1018's current location is to be provided to their representative. Depending on the state of relations with Paradisus at the time, this step may not be necessary. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4861" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4861. 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-4862 | safe | NOTICE FROM THE DEPARTMENT OF PSYCHIATRY AND PARAPSYCHOLOGICAL ILLNESSES This file was discovered on ██/03/2020 occupying the slot designated "SCP-4862". The information contained within regarding SCP-4862 has been thoroughly investigated and determined to be fictional. This file has been locked and archived in order to avoid further misinformation. SCP-4862 does not exist; all individuals referenced do not exist. Clearwater Union High School. Item #: SCP-4862 Special Containment Procedures: All public records of Clearwater Union High School have been expunged. The building itself has been cordoned off and all but one of the side entrances have been sealed. Monthly expeditions are to be made in order to record any topographical abnormalities present in SCP-4862. These expeditions are to be conducted by one D-Class personnel who is overseen by a Level-3 Researcher. L.O.S.T.1 individuals should not be recovered. Description: SCP-4862 is the basement level of the now abandoned Clearwater Union High School, which has been perpetually expanding since March 1st, 2003. Each level of expansion manifests as a recreation of the second floor of the building, followed by the first floor and the basement. The entrance to each level is a reinforced steel vault door which originally allowed access to a fallout shelter constructed beneath the school. While the space this shelter occupied is physically inaccessible, thermal imaging has revealed that six seven sources of heat are present in the room at any given time.2 Individuals entering SCP-4862 are subject to several psychological and physiological symptoms. Cluster headaches which last <1 minute. Occurs 1-3 times an hour. Dryness in the upper throat. Causes slight pain when breathing. Large rashes on the back of the thighs and knees. Dark green in color. Circular lesions on the upper chest and face. Leaks a black, viscous fluid occasionally. Hallucinations. These symptoms intensify the further an individual travels in SCP-4862 and the longer an individual spends within Clearwater Union High School itself. After one hour of exposure, subjects have reported topographical abnormalities which are inconsistent with the Foundation's current understanding of SCP-4862. Due to the epistemological dangers present in the task, these claims can not be verified. Addendum 4862/1: Exploration Log (Summarized) <EXPLORATION LOG #0219> DATE: 10/04/2009 | 10:04 - 14:01 PERSONNEL INVOLVED: D-11339, Sr. Researcher Erie Wattson (Command) PURPOSE: Ten weeks prior, D-57991 became critically injured whilst exploring the 99th level of SCP-4862. They were later declared L.O.S.T. Future explorations would record a "distortion" affecting the entirety of the 99th level, apparently caused by D-57991, which prevented entry into further levels. D-11339 was sent to document the abnormality and any additional abnormalities affecting SCP-4862. <BEGIN LOG> [10:04] D-11339 checks that their recording equipment — a digital microphone system and body-worn camera — is in working condition. They descend the first 9 levels, occasionally recording their surroundings. There are no differences between the levels apart from an inconsistent number of classrooms on the first floor and the presence of garbage. The latter of which gradually becomes more prevalent as D-11339 descends. [10:39] D-11339 experiences their first cluster headache upon reaching the 22nd level. Command recommends that D-11339 rest before continuing their descent. They enter an unlocked classroom and document its interior. The desks are scattered across the floor, as if they had been thrown across the room. The windows are boarded up and sealed with concrete. D-11339 reports hearing multiple sets of footsteps above them. Command reminds them that hallucinations are a symptom of SCP-4862. [10:55] D-11339 reaches the 38th level. Signs of decay are now more apparent: numerous windows are broken, cracks are present in the doors along with long black stains, and rust coats the walls and floor. D-11339 claims that they are experiencing scopaesthesia. They request an additional staff member to maintain their safety. Command denies this request at the current moment. [11:10] While descending from the first floor to the basement, D-11339 trips and falls down a staircase, causing minor injuries. D-11339 states that they do not feel any pain from the injury, but discovers a laceration on their lower stomach which extends down to the side of their thigh. The source of this injury is unknown; it was likely not caused by the fall. [11:52] Ψ-Alpha is detected within the 1st level of SCP-4862. [12:01] A loud cracking sound is heard. Command notifies D-11339 of this, who confirms that they also heard the sound. D-11339 is asked if they were distressed by the sound. They state that they were not. A loud snapping sound is heard. D-11339 is asked if they were distressed by the sound. They state that they were. Their response is noted. [12:33] Command asks D-11339 to enter a classroom and remain within it for a period of 5 minutes. D-11339 expresses reluctance at the task, but accepts. They enter an unlocked classroom and document its interior. All of the furniture is missing save for a small television in the center of the room, which is displaying static. The phrase "LEAVE BY MARCH 1" is written in red spray-paint on the wall. D-11339 expresses confusion at this. [12:33] Ψ-Alpha is detected within the basement of the 50th level. The entryway to the 51st level is now blocked by large mounds of debris and garbage. A puddle of blackwater dribbles across the floor. [12:38] As D-11339 prepares to leave, the television begins airing an audio recording of a college lecture in which the professor explains the conditions which led to the creation of the Roman god Tiberinus. Overlayed on top of the video is a map of Watson Lake, AZ, with an "X" marked on the shoreline next to a small stretch of road. D-11339 becomes distressed and flees from the room against the orders of Command. [12:45] Command informs D-11339 that they are nearing the 99th level. They do not comment on this. Command reminds D-11339 of the symptoms of SCP-4862, and asks if they have experienced any of them. D-11339 states that they have not. Command questions the validity of their claim due to the length of time D-11339 has spent within Clearwater Union High School. D-11339 laughs before issuing another denial. [12:59] Ψ-Alpha is detected within the 90th level. A current of blackwater follows, flowing down the stairs and sinking through the floor to the next level. [13:13] D-11339 examines themselves in a bathroom mirror to check if their injuries require medical attention. The camera feed shows an obscured figure within the reflection of the mirror, leaning out from one of the stalls. D-11339 stares at this figure for 3 minutes before leaving abruptly. When questioned by Command, D-11339 claims that they had not seen the figure. [13:27] All communications are lost temporarily. While attempting to regain contact, audio of sloshing liquid and static are captured. A series of stock footage clips flash on the feed periodically: a public swimming pool with only one occupant, an old playground swingset, Doom (1993), an apparent album cover depicting a child kidnapping with the word "CODE:PINK" written in the top-right corner, an upside-down sunset, and a lifeguard training video which depicts a child drowning alone in a pool. [13:33] Communications are re-established. D-11339 examines a crack in the ceiling which is leaking a black liquid onto their uniform, staining it. They are reminded that lesions are a symptom of SCP-4862. D-11339 denies that they are suffering from lesions, and requests immediate extraction. Audio of D-11339 laughing is heard. Command notifies D-11339 of this, who denies that they heard the sound. Command determines this answer to be deceitful. [13:46] Ψ-Alpha is seen, standing at the end of a hallway. [13:52] D-11339 successfully accesses the 95th level. D-11339 successfully accesses the 96th level. D-11339 successfully accesses the 97th level. D-11339 successfully accesses the 98th level. Command declares D-11339 to be L.O.S.T. [13:58] Ψ-Alpha successfully accesses the 99th level. It is completely submerged in blackwater, making it nearly inaccessible. Ψ-Alpha wades into the pool, and swims to a fallout shelter located within the basement. There, they discover six bodies which all possess circular lacerations which leak out a black liquid. They are responsible for the level becoming inaccessible. Ψ-Alpha states that one of the bodies bears a strong resemblance to D-11339, who they believe held positive feelings towards them. Ψ-Alpha is reminded that hallucinations are a symptom of SCP-4862. Ψ-Alpha reaffirms that this statement is true, and awaits further instruction. [14:01] All communication is lost. <END LOG> Footnotes 1. Loss Of Sustainable Thought. 2. The form of each source is unclear, as each regularly changes shape. Changes are instantaneous and simultaneous among all six seven instances. Currently, 219 changes have been catalogued. |
SCP-4863 | safe | Item #: SCP-4863 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation assets are to operate within global space agencies to prevent the development of manned missions into heliocentric orbits lower than that of Mercury. Description: SCP-4863 is a perceptual phenomenon experienced by human subjects in a 0.31 AU1 radius of the Sun. No forms of recording equipment, typical or paratechnological in nature, have been capable of observing the anomaly. Subjects describe it to be "a second Sun," following a heliocentric trajectory at an unclear distance from the solar system, completing an orbit once every 24 hours. The anomaly occupies an amount of space in the sky comparable to that of the Sun when viewed from the Earth's surface. Despite the aforementioned observational issues, subjects still perceive equipment in their vicinity as recording data on the anomaly. According to it, SCP-4863 possesses the spectra of an A-type white star, with a luminosity comparable to that of normal solar radiation. Details on distance are only described as "farther than us." No other information can be discerned; subjects state that the data is "too bright to see." Upon exiting the 0.31 AU radius, all perceptual phenomena cease. ADDENDUM I: On 12/06/2024, the Foundation Extrasolar Activities Division conducted an experiment using a ship recently outfitted with a Lang Distortion Drive.2 The ship, the Semiautonomous Exploration Vessel Messier-002, was positioned within the radii required to view SCP-4863 and was aimed at an angle towards the anomaly's direction. The ship then accelerated to superluminal velocities and exited the solar system. The Drive was disengaged after two hours of superluminal transit. The crew of Messier-002 reported themselves to be in orbit around a massive stellar object, hereafter designated as SCP-4863-A. SCP-4863-A is a supergiant A-type white star with a radius of 1,436 R☉.3 From an orbital perspective around the object, the solar system is seen to be in its own orbit around the star, located at a distance of 14.5 ly4 and completing a full rotation about its axis once every 24 hours. The time to complete a full orbit is estimated to be on the order of millions of years. No perceptual phenomena are known to affect the object. How SCP-4863-A exists is unclear. The star is among the largest known stars, and is vastly larger than any A-type star discovered to date. How it is capable of maintaining stability despite its structure being unsuited for such an existence is not explained by any developed models of stellar evolution, presuming the star developed through a natural or semi-natural process. The nature of the spatiotemporal mechanisms connecting it to the solar system is equally uncertain. Through a thorough astronomical study of the space surrounding SCP-4863-A, the anomaly is believed to be outside the bounds of the observable universe.5 The density of stars, galaxies, and larger cosmic structures is substantially lower and more diffuse, with little to no formation of superclusters or voids. Readings for anomalous particle emissions (tachyons, Ψ-waves, etc.) are lesser in magnitude as well. Until further studies can be conducted, it is presumed that SCP-4863-A is the single largest object in this region of the universe. Aside from the solar system, no other objects are in orbit around the star. ADDENDUM II: Researchers studying SCP-4863-A's surface behavior, distance of 6 ly, sent an alert to Divison outposts, reporting rapid emergence of anomalous phenomena. The phenomena was reported as visual in nature, witnessed when facing away from the star, and as holding an extremely high luminosity. Measurements identified it to be a Type-B blue white star. On further elaboration, the phenomenon was said to be "a third Sun." Footnotes 1. Astronomical units; 1 AU is approximate to the distance between the Earth and Sun (149.89 x 106 km). 2. An experimental mechanism used to accelerate vessels to faster-than-light speeds. Designs derived from [REDACTED BY DIVISION ORDERS]. 3. Solar radii, defined by the radius of the Sun. For comparison, SCP-4863-A is close to the size of Saturn's total orbit (1,940–2,169 R☉ or 9.195–9.957 AU). 4. Light-years. 5. As seen from Earth. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4863" by NatVoltaic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4863. 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-4864 | safe | SCP-4864 - Depravity and Indifference TBA Image Credits https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:TwinsFromRussia_-_acting_headshot.jpg - image 1 https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Entry_to_Big_Warehouse.jpg - image 3 https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Indian_Twins.jpg - image 2 https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:East_Timor_doctor_(10694011696).jpg - image 4 All image edits were made by me, djkaktus. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-4864 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4864 is to be stored within a secure containment locker at Site-17. Access to SCP-4864 is restricted to personnel with Level 4/4864 security clearance, and strictly for testing purposes (see Ethics Committee Moratorium 4864.1 below). Instances of SCP-4864-B are to be remanded to individual holding cells during testing. Foundation assets assigned to monitor known associates of the Marshall, Carter and Dark Group of Interest are to additionally collect as much information as is available on instances of SCP-4864-A who were subjected to exposure to SCP-4864, and their respective SCP-4864-B instances. Mobile Task Force Faulkner-23 "The Good Guys" are to oversee the extraction and safe recovery of these individuals. Ethics Committee Moratorium 4864.1: Testing of SCP-4864 is currently forbidden. See majority decision below. Thorough testing of SCP-4864 has revealed much about the nature of the artifact, but has similarly resulted in unneeded human suffering. We know what the anomaly does, we understand the effect it has on people. We don't need to expend more time and torment more people to find some sort of deeper truth here. Frankly, we don't believe there is a deeper truth at all. J. Cimmerian Chairman Description: SCP-4864 is a bronze medallion, roughly 5cm in diameter. Each side of the medallion contains a colored metal inlay of half of the Chinese yin-yang symbol, with the opposing half being an inset in the metal. A switch on the bottom of the medallion will, when pressed, trigger a small, pointed metal barb to protrude from the center of the colored inlay on either side of the disc. When a human subject's blood makes contact with the face of SCP-4864 and mixes it with one of fourteen different substances, an instance of SCP-4864-B (a functionally identical replica of the subject, now identified as SCP-4864-A) will appear. This instance is initially incorporeal, and ejected from the back of SCP-4864-A; it grows increasingly more corporeal over the first half hour of its existence. SCP-4864-B instances have no internal organs, and are instead filled with a fairly complicated mass of sinew and viscera that resembles no known internal structures in any mammals. The exception to this is within the center of the chest of the instance, where many thin, white pieces of tendon stretch across the relatively empty space and hold a multicolored glass orb in place. This orb is etched with a symbol, one that matches the symbol that also appears on the left eye of SCP-4864-B instances instead of their iris and cornea. SCP-4864-B instances also have a small tattoo of an inverted cross on the right side of their necks. Lastly, SCP-4864-B instances do not generate heat, and are unaffected by ambient temperature (though still vulnerable to damage from extreme heat or cold) 4864-B.42499-Avarice (left), and 4864-B.42499-Diligence (right). The personalities and behavior of SCP-4864-B instances align with the traditional seven cardinal sins or seven cardinal virtues. SCP-4864-B instances reflect their designation: Wrath instances are single-mindedly furious, reflecting the original SCP-4864-A's anger, while Patience instances are single-mindedly composed and forgiving. SCP-4864-B instances generally do not have recognizable personality traits outside of their designation, though some instances may be more forceful in their manifestation1. Whenever an instance of SCP-4864-B manifests, the SCP-4864-A subject experiences a dramatic change in personality. The subject becomes unable to express, either in thought, word, or action, any aspect of the corresponding sin or virtue. To clarify, subjects who expel a Lust instance become no longer capable of sexual attraction2, while subjects who expel Humility will become boastful and arrogant. At the same time, subjects who expel both Pride and Humility will seemingly lose their ability to feel anything about their self-worth at all. The table below identifies each of the possible instances of SCP-4864-B that can be created as a result of exposure to SCP-4864. In order to manifest a specific instance, specific plants or minerals must be crushed into blood one of the surfaces of the medallion. Each of the virtue aspects can be created using the white side of the medallion, while the sin aspects can be created using the black side. Virtue Aspect Ingredient Chastity Lotus Temperance Azalea Charity Orchid Diligence Geranium Patience Limestone Kindness Anthurium Humility White Rose Sin Aspect Ingredient Lust Fennel Gluttony Salt Greed Pyrite Sloth Gneiss Wrath Sulfur Avarice Yellow Rose Pride Amaryllis This change to SCP-4864-A subjects manifests as long as the corresponding SCP-4864-B instance exists. When an SCP-4864-B instance is killed by destroying the delicate glass sphere within its chest, SCP-4864-A will regain the ability to express the previously absent attributes. SCP-4864-B instances can be hard to terminate, as their skin is difficult to pierce; however, they themselves are not unusually strong or fast, so containment is no more difficult than as with normal human subjects. All instances of SCP-4864-B and -A have access to all the same accumulated knowledge, even when separated. SCP-4864-B are generally ambivalent towards each other and their SCP-4864-A originator. Addendum 4864.1: Discovery SCP-4864 is a storied artifact in certain underground anomalous communities. Originally known as the "Waypath to Higher Self-Understanding", the medallion did not originate in China despite the obvious East Asian influence in its design. SCP-4864 was originally part of an anomalous art collection owned by famed Three Portlands entrepreneur Bismark Fangionelli, who in turn had it commissioned for the collection in 1998 by an anartist called "The Incredibly Ivory". The piece briefly came into the possession of a now defunct group called the Scholars of Calculated Thought and Practice, before being purchased in 2006 by anomalous auction house Marshall, Carter, and Dark. Addendum 4864.2: Test Log Note: The following is a series of test logs documenting early Foundation baseline trials for SCP-4864. These trials were conducted prior to Ethics Committee authorization, and similar tests have since been forbidden. FOUNDATION TESTING LOG SCP-4864 RESEARCH TEAM Test #: 0001 Test Parameters: Manifest an instance of SCP-4864-B from a D-Class subject. Test Procedures: D-32841 (black male, 35 years of age, British origin) was instructed to use the small bladed protrusion to cut his thumb and press it and a small amount of provided crushed limestone into the white side of the medallion. Test Result: SCP-4864-B.32841-Patience manifested. SCP-4864-B instances became entirely corporeal after twenty-three minutes. Notes: SCP-4864-B.32841-Patience was noted to quietly observe SCP-4864-A.32841 from a corner of the testing cell as the subject became increasingly more agitated about having to wait for the test to conclude. After sixteen minutes, after SCP-4864-A.32841 had begun making threats against SCP-4864-B.32841, the test was concluded. SCP-4864-B.32841 terminated via captive bolt gun to the chest. Instance did not resist termination, and was reduced to vapor which quickly dissipated. D-32841 recovered completely from SCP-4864's influence after thirty minutes. FOUNDATION TESTING LOG SCP-4864 RESEARCH TEAM Test #: 0002 Test Parameters: Manifest a sin instance of SCP-4864-B. Test Procedures: D-61222 (asian female, 44 years of age, Japanese origin) was instructed to perform the same procedure as in Test #1, with the difference of adding amarylis to the expended blood instead of crushed limestone. Test Result: SCP-4864-B.61222-Pride manifested. Notes: SCP-4864-B.61222-Pride is noted to have spent the entire duration of the test stroking its own hair and staring at its reflection in the one-way mirror. When SCP-4864-A.61222 attempted to interact with the instance, the instance is noted to have acted coldly towards the subject and dismissed any attempts to communicate with them. When asked why they were so hostile towards the -A subject, SCP-4864-B.61222-Pride is noted as having said: "Somehow this little twerp thinks they are unique. They are nothing. What have they done? They aren't capable of anything without me, and if they say they are then that's an absolutely fucking disgusting attempt at a lie." SCP-4864-B-61222-Pride terminated with captive bolt gun. FOUNDATION TESTING LOG SCP-4864 RESEARCH TEAM Test #: 0006 Test Parameters: Manifest opposing instances of SCP-4864-B. Test Procedures: D-55912 (caucasian male, 24 years of age, French origin) was instructed to activate SCP-4864 twice, one per side, using crushed lotus and fennel. Test Result: SCP-4864-B.55912-Lust and -Chastity were manifested. Notes: SCP-4864-B.55912-Lust was noted to take a moment to observe its surroundings, including SCP-4864-B.55912-Chastity. It began approaching the Chastity instance, but stopped when the instance began moving away from it, watching it intently. The Lust instance then turned towards SCP-4864-A.55912, who appeared confused. The Lust instance began to undress the subject, who did nothing to oppose SCP-4864-B.55912-Lust. The Lust instance then began to initiate a sexual act with the subject, who continued to appear confused, often looking back and forth between the one-way mirror and the Chastity instance. This confusion did not seem to affect the subject's biological processes. The Chastity instance, notably, made no attempt to intervene and did not look at either the -A or Lust entities after the act had begun, though did make several proclamations requesting the test be terminated. The instance was visibly distressed throughout. The instance then attempted to perform additional sex acts with the subject, but was halted by security personnel before more aggressive actions could be taken. Afterwards, prior to the termination of the Lust and Chastity instances, SCP-4864-A.55912 was asked how it felt about the test. The subject responded that it felt "unbothered but uncertain." When asked about SCP-4864-B.55912-Lust attempting to performing sex acts with the subject, the subject replied that it felt nothing at all about the prospect. SCP-4864-B.55912-Lust and -Chastity were both terminated by captive bolt gun. Prior to termination and after the conclusion of Test #0006, SCP-4864-B.55912-Lust and -Chastity were interviewed by the researcher assigned to the test procedures, Dr. Norma Barns. Dr. Barns: Are you ok? 55912-Chastity: Better now, thank you. Dr. Barns: How are you feeling? 55912-Chastity: I prefer not to, uh, well. I guess it's nothing horrible, I just prefer not to see anything like that. Dr. Barns: Like what? 55912-Chastity: Like… uh… (subject shifts uncomfortably) when two people touch like that. I've never liked that. It makes me feel horrible. Dr. Barns: Horrible how? 55912-Chastity: Like… dirty. Like I need a hot shower. When I see people like that, even if it's me, it just feels… like I can feel the grime on my skin. The sound is worse. I try to just look away. Dr. Barns: You didn't try to stop it, though. 55912-Chastity: (Pauses) No, no I didn't. I guess I didn't… well. I don't like it, and I don't want to see it, but I don't feel strongly enough to intervene, I suppose. (Pauses) Enough to just look away. Pretend it isn't happening. Dr. Barns: What was it that made you attempt to force a sex act on the individual in that room? 55912-Lust: I don't understand. Dr. Barns: During the test, you forced a sex act on another person. Why did you do that? 55912-Lust: Because there is nothing but that. Dr. Barns: Excuse me? 55912-Lust: Carnal desire is the only desire. We are creatures of flesh who have been crafted by time and friction to fulfill a single goal - mate. That's how we persist. That's how we thrive. Dr. Barns: There's a difference between procreation and violent sex acts. 55912-Lust: I am incapable of violence. If we are creatures designed to mate, surely the desire to mate would be a second nature? That is what I am. That is all I am. All I know is this single desire, and the crawling need for that release. I was like that before, somewhere in me. I'm just more… focused, now. Dr. Barns: You understand, of course, that sex with yourself would not be a procreative effort? 55912-Lust: Well… yes. But that desire has consequences, and one of those is - well, suffice to say that I'm not picky. Dr. Barns: But you can rape. 55912-Lust: Yes, doctor. I can rape. So can you, and so can all of your friends. All of you are capable of rape. But you have restrictions on your impulses, yes? (Extends arms) This is all I am. Addendum 4864.3: The Workshop In September of 2006, Foundation agent Jim Dixon intercepted correspondence between a MC&D contact and the Workshop, an international crime ring and human trafficking group headed by John McCredie. A series of documents revealed the truth of the Workshop's intentions, most notably revealed in the attached letter: Mr. Blankenchip3, Enclosed you'll find the remaining sum of our agreed upon payment. As such, we are considering this account paid in full. Please remit a final notice of full payment at your earliest convenience. Please inform Mr. Maxwell4 that the boys in the shop5 are pretty satisfied with the results we've seen so far. The lumber6 has been suitably responsive to the treatments, and should be ready for sale anytime soon. Mr. Maxwell's suggestion for how to handle the trimmings7 has been very helpful. As long as we keep the trimmings, we don't spoil the final product. We have a fresh shipment of lumber coming in on the 24th, and we will update you once we get that treated. Yours truly, Mr. Iven8 The discovery of this document led to a series of discoveries about the activities of the Workshop. Women and young boys, typically from developing parts of the world, would be brought to a central location housing SCP-4864 and "adjusted", having unfavorable aspects of their personalities removed as instances of SCP-4864-B - specifically "Chastity". Additional information was later recovered that supported these findings, including information about the existence of storehouses full of Chastity instances, colloquially called "nunneries", where the instances were stored in sealed wooden boxes and then buried so as to not be disturbed, thus affecting the SCP-4864-A instance that had been altered. However, this practice did not continue past 2007. By June of the following year, Foundation assets assigned to SCP-4864 were receiving information about storehouses being burned and SCP-4864-A instances being dumped or killed. Prolonged exposure to SCP-4864 was having severe, detrimental effects to the health of the SCP-4864-A instances. Mobile Task Force Faulkner-23 received intelligence that a mass execution of SCP-4864-A and -B instances would be taking place near the town of Danai in northern Myanmar. An immediate counter-operation was planned, which occurred on the 5th of October, 2007. Addendum 4864.4: October 5th Raid and Containment Site of 10/5/2007 raid. On October 5th, 2007, twenty-eight members of MTF Faulkner-23 engaged roughly sixty-two hired mercenaries under the employ of the Workshop, as well as three Workshop operatives and one administrator. One member of MTF Fa-23 was killed and five more injured, while fifty-eight mercenaries and all of the Workshop employees were killed. The remaining four mercenaries are believed to have escaped into the forest. The task force and recover teams recovered no fewer than three-hundred and forty SCP-4864-A subjects from within the large Workshop storehouse, as well as several thousand instances of SCP-4864-B in sealed containers. The overwhelming majority of the affected subjects were experiencing extreme traumatic stress disorders, as well as previously unknown psychological ailments as a result of their extended exposure to the effects of SCP-4864. While many subjects were able to be moved to a local Foundation site for processing, at least twenty-six proceeded to take their own lives prior to being transferred. Analysis of recovered subjects was overseen by Foundation Regional Director of Psychology Dr. Patricia Woo. Of SCP-4864-B instances, Dr. Woo wrote in her report: The state of the anomalous entities is poor. While their desires and motives are one-faceted, they are still capable of feeling pain and being afraid. The worst we have seen have come from the instances identified as "Chastity", of which there are several hundred. It was these creatures that the Workshop felt were the most important to keep unblemished, so their originators would be free from any restricting factors and could engage in the worst sort of sexual debauchery imaginable. To this end, the Chastity entities were sealed into wooden crates and left in the dark, sometimes half buried under dirt or rubble, unable to see the sun or each other. In these terrible conditions they began singing songs - songs they still sing, and only sing. Many of them are now incapable of speaking, and only sing the same high pitched song they all had together in the darkness. There are still others. Some women who were too passionate saw their Wrath removed, and these Wraths, like all Wraths recovered thus far, were pit against each other in horrible fights. We have heard stories of entities tearing each other apart, breaking through their skin and tearing through the meat to reach their cores. Those we have recovered are horrible, writhing feral things. It is impossible to imagine they could ever be part of a human ever again. Later in her report, Dr. Woo described the state of the SCP-4864-A instances taken into custody, saying: It is the most difficult of all to deal with those who have been rescued from their deplorable conditions and cannot be helped. Women and boys, as young as six or seven and as old as thirty-five, now incapable of repressing their sexual desires. They are insatiable, trained and psychologically mutilated to desire nothing more than sexual satisfaction, or the satisfaction of others. Young boys who crawl under the table when you walk into a room to prepare to service you. Girls who shriek if you try to put clothes on them because it separates their naked forms from their masters. What has been done to them is beyond despicable. It is beyond heinous. It is evil. And yet, we reach an impasse. Most SCP-4864-B instances can be obliterated and their functions returned to their corresponding SCP-4864-A. But for many of these women and boys, they no longer match. They have been so fundamentally altered in personality by the horrors they have been forced to experience that the cores of their Chastity have hardened. Those quiet, singing aspects can no longer be said to be compatible with the sexual fiends the Workshop created. They have tried to kill a few of the entities and have severely injured or killed them all, but none of them have returned to their originators. They seize, almost constantly. At first we thought it was from shock, but now we recognize it is their body's reaction to reaching for an aspect of their being and finding nothing there. That's why the Workshop abandoned them, after all - every terrible thing they were forced to do, that they went willingly to do, their bodies would innately reject the impulse. Lacking a response, the body would shut down. This obviously wasn't happening at first, though we believe that's from their separated personality still being raw from having itself split apart. Once the scars began to form and scab over, the body was no longer able to function normally. We have been conducting interviews with these subjects, as many as we can, to try and find some pattern to their suffering. I plan on having those records sealed - there is nothing to be gained by exposing these people's horrible new existences to everyone. If you need to have the slow, grating despair of trying to interview another little girl who is actively trying to seduce you, when she is the sixth that day - if you need that despair described to you, either out of ignorance or some sick satisfaction you desire, you will not find it here. Addendum 4864.5: Unapproved Testing Conditions Note: The following is a summary of a test conducted without authorization by Dr. Janice St. John of Foundation East Asian Regional Command. Dr. St. John had access clearance to SCP-4864, as appropriate standards were still pending Ethics Committee approval. 4864-B.St. John-Sloth. Records indicate that Dr. St. John had experienced a significant amount of distress due to work-related feedback she had been getting from Dr. John Lee, her immediate supervisor. A recent performance review had noted that Dr. St. John had a history of reacting negatively and emotionally to the success of her coworkers, likely out of a fear that her accomplishments would be overlooked. In the review, Dr. Lee had recommended Dr. St. John see a therapist, and assured her that her accomplishments were valid regardless of the accomplishments of the people she worked with. Despite this, Dr. St. John had not gone to see the site therapist, and had instead begun looking for material online about suppressing emotion. Additionally, Dr. St. John had begun routinely visiting the on-site chapel and consulting various religious texts, which she checked from the site religious studies library. A review of Dr. St. John's personnel file did not indicate she had ever been a religious person, but coworkers later noted that she had spent a considerable amount of time in prayer. During this period, Dr. St. John had handled SCP-4864's case file during a routine transfer request, and was recorded accessing the file on the internal network sixty-three times in a forty-eight hour span. On March 3rd, 2009, Dr. St. John accessed the storage locker holding SCP-4864 and brought it with her to her personal quarters. There, she performed the activation ritual fourteen times, each with a different ingredient. The end result was the manifestation of fourteen different instances of SCP-4864-B. Command security staff became aware of the breach when alerted by SCP-4864-B.St. John-Diligence. Upon arrival at the doctor's personal quarters, security staff found her sitting in the center of the room, surrounded by SCP-4864-B instances. All the instances were said to have been in a state of severe anxiety and uncertainty. SCP-4864-A.St. John was moved to a secure area to await a response team. The following is the entirety of the interview conducted by Director Adam Sascher, who was the most superior staff member with interrogation experience at the site at that time. As SCP-4864-A.St. John's condition was deteriorating rapidly, it was determined that the interview could not wait. Director Sascher: Can you hear me? St. John: Yes. Director Sascher: Do you know what you've done? St. John: (Pauses) Yes. Director Sascher: Are you satisfied? St. John: Satisfied? Director Sascher: Are you happy? Sad? Do you feel as if you've accomplished what you were aiming for? St. John: …happy? Ha… hap… haaaaappy… Director Sascher: Doctor? St. John: Happy… satisfied… (eyes begin twitching rapidly) uuuhhhhh9 hap… uuuhhhhhhh… Director Sascher: We're losing her- I need someone in here now, get me a goddamn- St. John: Saaaa… sa… saaa… ha… hap… so… so… so… uuuuuhhhhhhhhhh (heavy grunting) uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh uhhhhh (St. John collapses) At the conclusion of this interview, the subject immediately collapsed and began to seize. She continued to seize for a full hour before suddenly expiring. The cause of death was inconclusive, but believed to be a result of severe internal trauma to the nervous and cardiovascular systems. As of the publishing of this document, none of the SCP-4864-B.St. John instances have demanifested or expired. Footnotes 1. For example, a person who is generally selfless and thankful may have an Envy manifestation that is sedate. The inverse of this is also true. 2. In the case of asexual subjects, these Lust instances are so entirely sedated and passive that many subjects do not feel any change whatsoever. 3. An accountant for Marshall, Carter and Dark. 4. Believed to be Kyle Maxwell, a psychologist employed by Marshall, Carter and Dark. 5. Collectively, the Workshop's "bosses" tasked with managing the catalogue of women and young boys being sold to their wealthiest clients. 6. The aforementioned women and young boys. 7. SCP-4864-B instances. 8. First name unknown; a liaison between the Workshop and various high value clients. 9. The subject makes a loud, low, vaguely animalistic sound, believed to be a response to a query that it no longer had the faculties required to answer. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4864" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4864. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-4865 | safe | SCP-4865 at the time of discovery Item #: SCP-4865 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4865 is to be contained in a standard storage locker, and is to be retrieved solely for the use of testing. When being used, SCP-4865 does not require any specific location for use. Testing may be performed by Class-D Personnel or Level Three Site Personnel. All objects produced by SCP-4865 are to be documented, along with the subject who retrieved the item, and their date of birth. Contraband obtained using the object must be handed over. Failure to comply will result in a fixed term suspension from activities, depending on how serious the contraband is. Any objects that fall in the slot of SCP-4865-1 are to be retrieved from the interior of SCP-4865. Description: SCP-4865 is a stainless steel safe measuring 11.4 centimetres wide, 9.8 centimetres deep and 18 centimetres in height. The door to the safe measures 9 centimetres by 15.2 centimetres. There is no sign of branding present on the exterior. There is a standard key lock on the safe door that requires a key, as well a standard dial lock. On the top portion of the safe door is a money counter, and there is a coin slot on the top of the door. All of these are made from identified materials. The lock is broken. The bottom of SCP-4865 is extremely corroded, yet has not lost any of its structural strength. The corrosion also has an effect on what SCP-4865 is placed upon, however it usually does not suffer effects from the corrosion. When SCP-4865 is opened normally, the interior of SCP-4865 is empty, and coated in a thick layer of dust. Attempts to remove the dust using standard furniture polish and a duster have succeeded, but when reused, the dust returns. When the money counter is changed to the birthday of the person wishing to open the safe, in the DD/MM format, and the door to the safe opened, an object desired by that person will be located within the safe. The person will feel extreme elation at this point regardless of the emotion they were experiencing prior to this event, though it is unknown as to whether or not this a natural reaction. It is also unknown how SCP-4865 selects what to give the person who opens it. The reason for this is currently the subject of ongoing research. SCP-4865 was recovered during September 1992, in Flockton, West Yorkshire, England, when a child brought £3,000 to his school, for purposes of donation to charity. The staff suspected the parents of theft, based upon the fact that the parents were well known to be in poverty and living in a house free of rent. When brought in for questioning, the parents denied knowledge about the money's existence. When teachers questioned the student, they revealed that the money was obtained in a safe, bought by their friend as a birthday present. Once the police were informed, undercover agents seized the safe for means of containment. When personnel questioned the mother of the friend who initially gifted SCP-4865, she stated that it had been purchased from a local shop in the village. When investigated, the shop did indeed sell several identical copies of SCP-4865, however none of them suffered from the corrosion effect; none of them showed anomalous effects either. Attempts to locate the manufacturer of SCP-4865 concluded following Test 4865-C. Addendum 1: A log of nineteen objects obtained from SCP-4865 has been included below. These are labelled SCP-4865-A to SCP-4865-S. Designated name of object Subject tested Date of birthday Output Addendum SCP-4865-A D-9124 August 26th Two kilograms of various Class-A drugs, including cocaine and opium D-9124 attempted to consume the outputted narcotics, but was prevented. Subsequent tests to confirm the purity of the drugs returned with inconclusive results. SCP-4865-B D-9124 August 26th One loaded revolver. D-9124 self terminated. Containment procedures were revised following this incident. D-9124 was incinerated, and his ashes donated to his extended family in Oregon. SCP-4865-C D-2135 May 7th £100,000 in £50 notes. This confirmed that the currency outputted by SCP-4865 will be in Pound Sterling despite not currently being located within the United Kingdom. SCP-4865-D Doctor Hope December 14th Coordinates for a house in Birmingham, UK Doctor Hope's husband was declared missing after a break in, suspected of being taken hostage. The coordinates given allowed for his rescue, without any deaths. SCP-4865 is currently pending request by Dr Hope for use locating missing people. SCP-4865-E D-1009 July 12th A letter from D-1009's son, discussing how much he missed him D-1009 had an explicit fear about the safety of his son. He was allowed to keep the letter to maintain a calm state. SCP-4865-F D-1034 September 18th A complete set of false teeth, made from stainless steel. D-1034 was not allowed to keep them despite his various protests, as his previous false teeth were wearing away. A new set of teeth were subsequently made following this. SCP-4865-G D-1034 September 18th A DVD copy of a previously unknown snuff film, involving the murder and cannibalism of five girls estimated to be under the age of 6. While watching the footage, each of the researchers were noted to feel extreme euphoria despite the graphic content they were viewing. After observation, they all requested amnestics, citing vivid auditory hallucinations while watching the footage. SCP-4865-H D-1034 September 18th A kilogram of various confectionery items. Each of the items were tested, which returned them as safe to consume, and were promptly divided between the various researchers and other site personnel. SCP-4865-I D-1034 September 18th A confectionery item covered in powder. The researchers, upon testing SCP-4865-I were subjected to severe poisoning by fluorine gas. Two of the three researchers were severely injured as a result. SCP-4865-J D-1034 September 18th A large vial of arsenic D-1034 successfully consumed the arsenic, however researchers were able to stabilize the subject until medical personnel arrived. Testing involving D-1034 was permanently suspended. SCP-4865-K Doctor Alas December 22nd A turtle shell After examination, Doctor Alas was allowed to take this home. It remains there, currently a decoration in his son's bedroom. SCP-4865-L Doctor Tong May 28th A small box containing a wedding ring The ring was identified as Doctor Tong's own wedding ring, which he lost while cleaning his house. SCP-4865-M Doctor Square September 19th A standard Level 3 keycard Dr. Square had lost his keycard at the time, and was concerned about being reprimanded for doing so. Following this, containment procedures were revised to prevent SCP-4865 from being used to find lost objects. SCP-4865-N D-8235 January 31st An electric toothbrush Upon the toothbrush being observed, D-8235 proceeded to brush her teeth without any explanation. When questioned, she said that "the fat man," a figment of her imagination, had ordered her to do so. SCP-4865-O D-2003 October 11th A list of numbers, reading 21, 29, 15, 18, 23 and 53 These numbers were later discovered to be the winning lottery numbers for the draw on the same day, albeit 17 minutes prior. SCP-4865-P D-2003 October 11th A model of a Boeing-767, constructed from plastic, and painted with acrylics. Upon throwing the plane, researchers discovered it flew a lot farther than expected. The longest distance recorded measured 197 metres. SCP-4865-Q D-2003 October 11th One toffee apple, coated in popping candy. The item was confirmed to be safe and returned to D-2003, who had been requesting it for several hours. Upon consuming a small section of the toffee apple, D-2003's mouth exploded and tore the skin at the cheeks. Upon examination of the popping candy, high quantities of cesium were discovered. It is presumed that when saliva came in to contact to the cesium, it reacted. There is no known reason as to why the popping candy contained this element, nor for how it was not detected. SCP-4865-R Doctor Square September 19th A digital camera, with several SD cards. There was no footage on the SD cards, nor on the camera. There was a small note on the camera reading "When the walls fall, take a shot." SCP-4865-S D-1987 January 3rd A skinned dog's ear, containing a large volume of pus and blood The blood emitted a sweet aroma, and was later discovered to contain scents from various air freshening products. Addendum 2: In August, 2014, researchers approved a test in which a camera would be placed in SCP-4865, to observe if anything appeared in the interior of SCP-4865 during that time. The camera was inserted by D-1095, who also monitored the footage as a precaution, and to ensure that he could retrieve the camera afterwards. During this time, he was monitored by Doctor ██████. The following file contains a transcript of the conversation between both of them. Open file for Test 4865-A Close file for Test 4865-A <Begin Log, 4:38PM> Doctor ██████: D-1095, do you hear me? D-1095: Yes sir. Doctor ██████: Can you please insert the camera in to the safe, in the manner we asked you to? Once that is done, please seal the door. D-1095: Okay… done. I just watch the footage from it, right? Doctor ██████: That is correct. Can you please describe if anything appears on the footage? D-1095: I will do. At this point, several minutes of silence pass as D-1095 stares at the screen. Doctor ██████: Has anything occurred yet that is out of the ordinary? D-1095: Wait a second… yes. Something seems to be stirring in the left half of the screen. Doctor ██████: Could you please describe it? D-1095: It seems to be a… no, it can't be! Doctor ██████: What is the problem, D-1095? D-1095: There are fucking eyes in the safe! One, two three, four, five… five eyes all staring at the screen Doctor ██████: Could you please describe them in more detail? D-1095: Yes. They are quite large, and bulging, like they are filled with some sort of liquid. They appear to be bloodshot. Doctor ██████: Okay. Aside from staring at the- D-1095: Holy shit! Doctor ██████: What is it? D-1095: The central one appears to be smiling at the camera. Doctor ██████: What do you mean by that? D-1095: The pupil dilated in the shape of a smile. It looks quite menacing. You know the creepy smiles that the villains give in horror movies? Just like that! Doctor ██████: Okay… just let me know if there is any change to this. D-1095: Wait… they seem to be fading. There is a light shining behind the camera. Fuck, why can't we turn this around? Doctor ██████: Please tell me when they are gone. Shit… we need something that can move. D-1095: And… they have all vanished. That light is going too. <End Log, 4:55PM> Closing Statement: Shortly thereafter, the camera lost all of its power. When retrieved, D-1095 discovered that the contents of the camera had been disassembled and neatly laid out on the floor of SCP-4865. Addendum 3: In October 2014, researchers approved a test in which a small remote controlled vehicle would be placed within SCP-4865, in order to observe the light, and if it led anywhere. The camera was monitored by Doctor ██████, who also instructed where the vehicle was to move to. The following is a file relating to the test. Open file for Test 4865-B Close file for Test 4865-B The camera shows only darkness for one minute. Following this, the screen turns white momentarily, and then a small hallway, with no lighting present, becomes visible. The vehicle exits SCP-4865 and traverses the hallway in to an adjacent room. The room contains many tables, to which several naked Caucasian males and females sit, working on several different objects. They do not notice the camera. After several minutes, two of the people begin conversing. During the conversation, their names are stated as Barbara and Timothy. Timothy: Barbara, how is your work going? Barbara: Shut up you bitch. It is your fault that I am even here! Timothy: Forget that, Barbara. I was sentenced to this. If I hadn't told them what I told you, I would have been in here for the rest of my life. Barbara: Of course. Selfish Timothy couldn't spend his life to rot in something that he belonged to; he had to make other innocent people join him! Timothy: Oh shut up! At this point, several figures enter the room from a back door. It was noted that each of these men were black, and carrying heavy tool and handcuffs. During the conversation, the person leading them is referred to as to Saint Milo. The vehicle was hidden under a table at this point in time. Saint Milo: What the fuck are you guys talking 'bout? Timothy: Nothing, Saint Milo. Saint Milo: Is that so? Well then, could you please stand up? Timothy: Why? Saint Milo: Because I told you to. Timothy: Fine, Saint Milo. Saint Milo: Good boy. I want a demonstration to our friends from the other side. Because you decided to speak up, I want you to showcase what we are. So, show your creations. Timothy: Okay, Saint Milo. At this point, Timothy lifted up several objects, many of which appeared similar to the objects that SCP-4865 has outputted. Shortly following this, several other people hauled him in to a backroom. Saint Milo picked up the vehicle and placed it in SCP-4865. When retrieved, the vehicle came with a note requesting a meeting with anyone on the other side, by means of digital cameras. Addendum 4: In December 2014, researchers approved a supposedly final test in which a meeting between Doctor ██████ and Saint Milo through cameras would occur. This would involve Doctor ██████ asking several questions about how SCP-4865 operates. Open file for Test 4865-C Close file for Test 4865-C Once the camera and monitor were inserted, and the door shut, Saint Milo almost immediately picked up the objects and carried them to a private office. There, he sat down and began conversing almost immediately with Doctor ██████. <Begin Log, 8:02> Saint Milo: I am assuming you can hear me, right? Doctor ██████: Of course. Now, Saint Milo - I do believe that is your name - would you mind answering a few questions. Saint Milo: Yeah, sure. I have no questions to ask you. We have seen enough. Doctor ██████: That is fine. Firstly, do you know where you are? Saint Milo: We were in the same world as you. And then bad times came. Many people died, and many more suffered. I found a sacred chest, one of myth, and I asked for safety. So it gave me what I wanted, and brought me here. Shortly afterwards, many people from different periods of time arrived here. We are kept safe, and in return we do it wants. Doctor ██████: You mean that the sacred chest is this safe? Saint Milo: No. There is no shape-shifting. Whenever the previous version of it gets destroyed, a different storage object will gain its abilities. We don't know the details of it… only the basics… Doctor ██████: Earlier you referenced that you do what it wants… could you explain that in a little bit more detail? Saint Milo: We receive requirements by the Watchers; the eyes that appear everywhere. They tell us to make what they want us to, long in advance, and then in return we get to stay here. Otherwise, he punishes us. I was placed in charge of them after a while, and I run it with an iron fist. Doctor ██████: You do understand, Saint Milo, that is known as slavery? Saint Milo: You have a problem with that? Doctor ██████: Of course. That has long since been made illegal across the world, and I could never promote it. Surely even you must understand that it is wrong! Saint Milo: You must be joking! We have seen what your company does! You take people, and use them in horrific experiments. They beg for death, and to be put out of their misery, and we never do anything that harsh! Doctor ██████: Then you would know that the people we use have been sentenced to death in a democratic way. We didn't force them to commit the act that brought them here. Saint Milo: What the fuck are you talking about? These people also caused pain and suffering, and hunted for refuge from the guilt they felt. Remember that Timothy? You won't believed what he did… he raped and murdered eight innocent women, alongside his wife. You are no better than we are. Doctor ██████: You make us sound like a cruel group. But we are far from it. We are only cold, because that is the safest way to be. Imagine if every monster you ever had nightmares about suddenly rose from the ground and devoured the universe? Being kind will not get you far in the dark realm we exist in. Saint Milo: It is clear to me that you are not worth conversing with. You are hypocritical, and think you are far better than any of us in whatever hellhole we live in. You know what? We are going to wait until you use the safe the next time. When we do… we will give you not what you want, but what you need. You need to see what we suffer with. And you will. <End Log, 8:18AM> At this point, the camera feed stopped working, and the audio feed cut off. Nobody is sure as to how this happened. Doctor ██████ has requested that his name be removed from any document regarding SCP-4865, due to the constant fear he now feels around it. Addendum 5: In March 2015, researchers decided to revoke their previous statement that Test-4865-C was to be the final one conducted on the item, and approved a test to inspect the corrosion on SCP-4865. Doctor Nits was designated to monitor the experiment, which would involve a segment of corrosion, which had been removed from the previous locker SCP-4865 was contained in, being applied to various objects, including human skin, to ensure the safety during cleaning processes. Open file for Test 4865-D Close file for Test 4865-D Doctor Nits first inspected each object. These were each confirmed to be undamaged. Following this, Doctor Nits returned to an observation room while the designated Class-D Personnel, D-8032 was given a sample of the corroded material from SCP-4865. It was successfully applied to each object. He was then instructed to apply the final segment of material to his own forearm. He did as instructed, and agreed to perform an audio recording to monitor his emotions and any anomalous results that occurred as a result of the corrosion from SCP-4865. <Begin Log, 4:09PM> Doctor Nits: OK, D-8032, glad you could engage in this interview during the test. How are you feeling? D-8032: Pretty normal, at the moment at least. Is this how I am meant to feel? Doctor Nits: I believe so. Let me know of it changes, however. D-8032: I will do. Doctor Nits: Glad to hear it. D-8032: Hold on… this doesn't… this does not feel right. Doctor Nits: Could you please state how you are feeling at the moment? D-8032: I feel an extremely warm sensation. It is tingling across my arm, no, my whole body. Doctor Nits: Can you explain the appearance of your arm at the moment? D-8032: It is turning orange around it, like it is being tanned. It is forming a circle. Perfectly around it. Doctor Nits: Does it have a specific texture to it? D-8032: Yes. It seems like rust, but thicker in volume. If I run my fingers over it… It seems to feel like actual rust, yet it is my arm. Doctor Nits: Are you suggesting that the skin of your arm has been converted to this rust? D-8032: Yes. Doctor Nits: How long has it been since the test started? About… twelve minutes. I think that is enough time. D-8032: Naturally. Am I allowed to remove the material? Doctor Nits: Of course. D-8032: Thank you. <End Log, 4:21PM> The test concluded and each of the corroded materials were removed. A sample of the rust grown on D-8032 was extracted for further testing. The results of the experiment were recorded in the following table: Material Result From Exposure Human Skin The arm was coated in what felt like a deep layer of rust, which turned to skin during the days following the experiment. The mechanics behind this are yet to be understood. The extracted skin has been designated SCP-4865-T Wood There was no presence of wood, as expected. Stainless Steel There was a thick coating of rust, which began to form a hole 1.8 centimetres in length and 0.1 centimetres in width over eight days. The item has been designated for further testing as a result of this. The object has been designated SCP-4865-U Kevlar There was no effect on the Kevlar that was visible. Animal skin The rust was able to spread across the entirety of the animal fur in the time of the experiment. Subsequently, it fell apart when lifted. The pieces have been designated SCP-4865-V Carpet The rust was able to spread across the entirety of the carpet in the time of the experiment. When lifted, it tensed up and was unable to be incinerated over the following days, able to withstand temperatures exceeding two thousand kelvin. The object has been designated SCP-4865-W Concrete There was a thick coating of rust, yet it did not suffer any effects from exposure to the corroded material. The object has been designated SCP-4865-X Following an unexpected incident in which a penny was dropped in to SCP-4865-U's slot and it subsequently appeared in SCP-4865, a test has been designated involving the object, giving SCP-4865-U the new designation SCP-4865-1 |
SCP-4866 | keter | close Info X SCP-4866: 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳™, a product of Optimark Synthetic Personnel Solutions Author: CadaverCommander Image Credit: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:13-03-23_e-tropolis_Autodafeh_06.jpg, cropped Tattoo image by Woedenaz, modified from https://www.flickr.com/photos/ianmcrob/129560833 More by this author Item#: 4866 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-4866, onstage at American College of Surgeons Clinical Conference, attempting to give an unauthorized presentation on human biological frailty, before arrest and detainment. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation informational assets tasked with scanning American law enforcement agencies are to remain on high alert for any reports of high-profile homicides in the western United States, especially those with suspects matching SCP-4866’s general appearance. All deactivated SCP-4866 specimens detained by civilian agencies are to be confiscated, and investigations terminated with a combination of amnestics and media alteration in accordance with disinformation initiative 4866-HANNIBAL. Foundation financial observation network MIDAS is ordered to flag any and all mention of an “Optimark Industrial, Inc.” in any form of registry or database for immediate investigation. Description: SCP-4866 is a series of synthetic autonomous humanoid constructs explicitly advertised as a commercial product, to be sold and purchased by the consumer public. Instances of SCP-4866 vary in physical appearance, but always manifest as a mildly overweight human wearing sunglasses and business formalwear. To date, SCP-4866 manifestation events have only occurred in large, densely populated metropolitan areas in the western United States, in cities such as Denver, Las Vegas, Seattle, San Francisco, and Los Angeles. While SCP-4866’s specific point of origin is as-yet unknown, their behavioral patterns are generally predictable. A SCP-4866 entity will arrive in a populated area, without announcing its presence or being otherwise obtrusive. It will remain dormant in an unknown location for a period of time lasting between 2 and 14 days, then begin murdering civilians at a rate of approximately 1-2 per month. Initially, these murders will be executed with skill, with SCP-4866 utilizing tactics and techniques specifically formulated to minimize the amount of usable evidence that law enforcement agencies could employ in a conclusive investigation. SCP-4866’s modus operandi tends toward the spectacularly violent. Victims are typically terminated via overwhelming blunt force trauma to the head or torso applied by SCP-4866’s body alone, with weapons or other tools used only in a small number of cases. An SCP-4866 instance’s first 4-5 victims will be attacked in relatively secluded areas, but the entity will gradually begin to select targets in busier locations, and eventually resorting to moving the victims’ dismembered or mutilated bodies with the intent of displaying them publicly. SCP-4866’s tactics will continue to escalate in boldness until it is apprehended by authorities, occasionally to the point that the entity has begun murdering civilians in broad daylight in heavily trafficked areas. As a result of this, multiple murders perpetrated by SCP-4866 have been recorded by surveillance cameras. Transcript of notable example follows. Date: November 27th, 2017, 12:14 AM Media Origin: Security camera footage from Seattle gas station convenience store, view of rear alley behind establishment (A young male individual1 wearing a hooded sweatshirt is leaning against the wall of the gas station, smoking a cigarette. SCP-4866 rounds the corner and stands by a Dumpster, approximately 40 feet from Burns. SCP-4866’s appearance is that of an overweight male in slacks, button-down shirt, tie, and sunglasses. Burns does not look up from his phone to notice SCP-4866 for several minutes, during which time SCP-4866 stands motionless, smiling and sweating profusely despite the current temperature of 13° C. Burns then observes SCP-4866 standing nearby, and flinches, momentarily startled.) Burns: Jesus Christ dude, you fucking scared the shit out of me. (SCP-4866 removes its sunglasses, revealing a second, smaller pair of sunglasses underneath the first. It snaps the sunglasses in half, throws the pieces over its shoulders, then points at Burns.) SCP-4866: Hey there, pal. You look like the kind of guy that understands quality when he sees it. Am I right? You’ve got the ligaments of a discerning organism. A cool cat out and about looking for trouble on the down-low. That's fly. In fact, I've got something that'll impress the shit out of every one of your nociceptors so bad that they won't know what debrided them. Burns: Uh… I’m set, man, I’m not lookin’ to buy right now. SCP-4866: (Laughter) Oh man. Sure buddy, whatever you say. Like that’s a state of being that any human can be in naturally. You know what? I like you, Randy. You’re a thinker. You’re the kind of loaf that goes against the grain. I can respect that. (Burns moves away from the wall, to stand in the center of the alleyway.) Burns: Is this going somewhere, man? If not, step off. I don’t need this noise right now. (SCP-4866 snaps its fingers.) SCP-4866: I know what you need, you perfect vortex of intransigent radness. How about a demonstration? You’re not convinced, but I know as well as you do that those neurotransmitters aren’t gonna denature themselves. Get ready to behold my dudely splendor. (SCP-4866 removes a wallet from its pants pocket, opens it, and pulls from the billfold a single-edged serrated hunting knife. The removed knife is approximately five inches longer than the total length of the wallet. SCP-4866 tosses the wallet away without looking at it. The wallet ricochets off a streetlamp and lands in the Dumpster nearby. Seeing the knife, Burns places a hand into his sweatshirt, presumably reaching for a weapon of his own.) Burns: Easy there, freak. I said I’m not buying, and I ain’t got shit for you. You really wanna play it like this? You ready to make that mistake? (SCP-4866 raises the knife, opens its mouth, and takes a bite out of the blade, removing approximately 3 inches of metal from the weapon. It chews briefly before spitting the fragments at the pavement. The shrapnel leaves SCP-4866’s mouth at a speed great enough to produce a report not unlike that of a firearm and strike sparks from the asphalt.) SCP-4866: That wasn’t candy, sweetheart. Have you ever killed a man while staring his epiglottis right in the eye, Billy? You’ll never look at the inside of a throat the same way again. That’s a promise. (The entity throws the remains of the weapon downward by its foot, forcefully enough to lodge the blade several inches into the pavement. Burns draws a pistol from his sweatshirt and takes a step backward, his eyes wide.) Burns: … W-what are you, man? (SCP-4866 places its hands on its hips and laughs briefly.) SCP-4866: I’m a disgusting marvel of bioelectric perfection, Jim. I’m the best beast that ever breathed. I’m a sexy horrible bastard and I’m here to loosen the glands of American audiences everywhere. That’s right! I’m… (SCP-4866 turns to look directly into the security camera’s lens.) SCP-4866: Murderer™2, the latest incredible product from the clever buns at Optimark Synthetic Personnel Solutions!3 Are your homicides feeling humdrum? Do you need to add a little spectacle to your slaying? Maybe a bit of class in your killing? Just can’t find the right man for the job? Well, ladies and gentlemen, look no further. The latest in the Murderer™ line of products is just chock-full of organs, chemicals, and operant conditioning guaranteed to make your next string of brutal executions something truly special. (Burns turns about and begins running from the alley. SCP-4866 looks away from the camera toward him, kneels down, and leaps, closing an 18 meter gap with one jump to land on Burns’s back. Panicking, Burns discharges his firearm while falling to the ground. SCP-4866 secures Burns’s torso with one hand between the shoulder blades, and pins his legs using its knees. Burns begins screaming for help. SCP-4866 places its free hand on the back of Burns’s head.) SCP-4866: (Shouting) I can taste the inside of your eyeballs already, Greg! Talk about down-home cookin’! Yeeeee-HAW! (SCP-4866’s head rotates 180 degrees to face the camera again, smiles, and continues speaking over Burns’s shrieks.) SCP-4866: As you can see, Murderer™ is fully equipped to terminate biological processes in ways that are sure to turn some heads! No more need for all those expensive special effects or dark deals in filthy alleys like this one, folks! One call to Optimark Synthetic Personnel Solutions4, and your next movie, television show, or media event will be taken to new jaw-dropping heights! Your viewers will be in for a show that they won’t soon forget! (SCP-4866 squeezes Burns’s cranium with its hand, rupturing it. Burns ceases all movement and vocalization. The entity stands and lifts Burns’s corpse off the ground by its shirt collar, carrying it with one arm to center frame while continuing to address the camera.) SCP-4866: Talk about mind-blowing, am I right? Not only is Murderer™ efficient and sensational, it’s cost-effective, too! No need to supply expensive weapons or killing implements - my hands legally qualify as a war crime! Your show’s production costs minimized and optimized, by Optimark! (Reaching center camera, SCP-4866 lifts Burns’s corpse above its head and tears it bodily in half at the spine, drenching itself in blood and viscera. Its sunglasses remain spotless, however, for unknown reasons. It drops the lower half of Burns’s body, bows, and smiles.) SCP-4866: Why get your hands dirty? For just nine easy payments of $999.99, you can let Optimark handle all the fuss of destroying human lives, and make you look stylish while doing it! Amaze your viewers and increase profits, and buy a Murderer™ today! Become optimal, with Optimark! (SCP-4866 turns and throws the upper half of Burns’s corpse at the alley wall with a calculated speed of nearly 400 kph, destroying it instantly and scattering gore and bone fragments in all directions. The entity then exits the alleyway via a series of increasingly high triple backflips.) Instances of SCP-4866 have been apprehended by law enforcement agencies, however, none have been able to arrest SCP-4866 before at least 5 killings have been attributed to it, with the average being 9 homicides before SCP-4866’s activities become obvious enough for an investigation to finalize. Attempts to process SCP-4866 through established legal and criminal justice systems have been consistently unsuccessful, as SCP-4866 instances “deactivate” shortly after arrest by either law enforcement or Foundation assets, becoming inert and losing the majority of their anomalous properties. A new SCP-4866 instance will manifest approximately 1-3 months after the most recent iteration has been rendered inactive. Autopsy and medical analysis of 11 inert SCP-4866 specimens thus far collected by the Foundation has yielded significant insight into SCP-4866’s nature and function, although several aspects of the entities’ physical makeup and properties remain unexplained. SCP-4866 specimens do not possess fingerprints, legal identities, or genetic material in a form recognizable by conventional biochemical science. The majority of SCP-4866’s internal and external structures are entirely synthetic, with skin, hair, and “bones” all being made of an unknown form of plastic-metal compound that retains high strength, toughness, and durability while remaining lightweight and pliable. SCP-4866’s “nerves” are comprised of non-anomalous insulated copper wiring and optical fibers. In place of muscles or internal organs, SCP-4866 possesses a form of semi-organic electrically conductive gelled polymer, which reacts to electrical impulses to contract or expand. The chemical and mechanical function of this unknown substance is not unlike that of conventional human muscular tissue, albeit capable of producing significantly more force over shorter distances. Medical examination photo of SCP-4866 "tattoo" The synthetic bioform’s “brain” is a computer, which, while sophisticated, does not appear to rely on anomalous properties for its function. Foundation engineers are currently attempting to reverse-engineer this structure, both to attain better understanding of SCP-4866’s programmed behaviors and with the goal of adopting its advanced computational hard- and software for the Foundation’s own use.5 Each SCP-4866 specimen obtained thus far has displayed a “tattoo” on the rear of its left calf. This logo also appears in multiple data files contained within SCP-4866’s internal software. Initial investigation has revealed that a corporation operating with the name “Optimark Industrial, Inc.” exists in several financial registries, though these registries appear to have reacted to Foundation dataminers’ interaction with them by obfuscating or encrypting themselves whenever one is accessed, making conclusive data concerning the specific nature, intent, or legal existence of Optimark Industrial difficult to obtain. Investigation is currently ongoing. Footnotes 1. Identified post-mortem via dental records as Kyle Burns, 25 2. Whenever this term has been recorded in text by a Foundation researcher in reference to SCP-4866, a trademark symbol appears immediately following it. The cause of this informational subanomaly has yet to be determined. 3. A subsidiary of Optimark Industrial. Note: This footnote is registered as added at a time when no Foundation researchers were logged in to SCP-4866’s database entry. Internal investigation is currently underway. 4. A subsidiary of Optimark Industrial. 5. This research has proven difficult, however, as SCP-4866’s processor complex relies on advanced semi-biological quantum computing matrices in conjunction with a slightly modified version of the outdated Windows 98 operating system. The reason for this has yet to be determined. More From This Author More From This Author CadaverCommander's Works SCPs SCP-3894 • SCP-3892 • SCP-3899 • SCP-3895 • SCP-4933 • SCP-3885 • SCP-4553 • SCP-3982 • SCP-4333 • SCP-3884 • SCP-3983 • SCP-3588 • SCP-3893 • SCP-3988 • SCP-3897 • Tales/GoI Formats Joey Fucknuts Takes to the Skies • Joey Fucknuts Believes In Himself • Joey Makes a New Friend • The Shape of a Gun • Joey Fucknuts Builds a Flying Machine • Other CadaverCommander's Mobile Assault Necropolis • |
SCP-4867 | safe | I look out of the window and I see a blue sea, and it seems to laugh at me, laugh and laugh and laugh, laughing all in pieces. close Info X SCP-4867: Wyoming Territory, 1867-1870 Author: Tufto. More of Tufto's work can be found here. Image: The first and third images are in the public domain, and can be found here and here. The second image is licensed under multiple CC-compliant licenses and can be found here. The only known depiction of SCP-4867, drawn by the 17th century jeweller and traveller Jean-Baptiste Tavernier. Item #: SCP-4867 Special Containment Procedures: Efforts to locate SCP-4867 are ongoing. A dedicated research team based in Site 890, Wyoming are currently investigating possible locations of SCP-4867 in the Western United States; a fuller description of their efforts can be found below. Description: SCP-4867 refers to a blue diamond, known variously as the Kuh-e Parande1 or the Kuh-e Vaght2. SCP-4867 is a universal constant, having existed since the formation of matter itself. As such, SCP-4867 is incapable of being altered or damaged in any way. SCP-4867's properties were observed and discovered by the 19th century Foundation operative Shaun Hammond, who also posited that the existence of the universe was predicated on SCP-48673. SCP-4867's last known location was in Wyoming or Montana in March 1871. Further information can be found below. Addendum 4867-1: History The earliest surviving record of SCP-4867 is in the Arslanname, a Seljuk chronicle written by one Zahir al-Dawla al-Kashani, a member of the Seljuk bureaucracy4. al-Kashani states that SCP-4867 was originally found in the Sar-e Sang mine in eastern Afghanistan during the early 11th century. Mahmud of Ghazna purportedly made it "a symbol of his authority as amir and sultan, and wore it into battle." It was seized from Sultan Mas'ud Ghaznavi following the Battle of Dandanqan, and in al-Kashani's time (the mid-12th century) was worn by the Sultan Sanjar in an elaborate crown. al-Kashani's description of the diamond is sparse, beyond describing is as "blue" and "is eternal, in the manner of the Qu'ran5." SCP-4867 next emerges in the writings of French traveller Jean-Baptiste Tavernier, who purchased the jewel in Esfahan in the 17th century. Tavernier includes a depiction and lengthy description of SCP-4867, stating that it "existed before Creation" and was "equal in age to God himself." Tavernier lost the diamond to bandits in Constantinople. The final written record of SCP-4867 come from the writings of Shaun Hammond, who claims to have seen it in the possession of one Josiah Glass. He claims that Glass, very protective of SCP-4867, took it with him on an expedition to the Yellowstone River in 1867 and never returned. He described the diamond as "irregular but quite magnificent blue gem. My observations have deduced that it is a universal constant, and not a true diamond, despite similarities in appearance." An expedition funded by Hammond was organised in 1870. This expedition never returned. A recent investigation by the Department of Temporal Artifacts was launched in 1993 to discover the fate of the original expedition and potentially recover SCP-4867. Addendum 4867-2: Results of Investigation Map of the Yellowstone River. Few records of the initial expedition remain. The only members named in Hammond's notes were: Martin Clyde, Foundation researcher from England. Although largely unfamiliar with the United States and especially the American Frontier, was known to be a leading expert on temporal anomalies and a skilled swordsman. Involved in the 1859 recapture of SCP-173 in southern Alberta. Seth Miller, American trapper, frontiersman and "mountain man". Extensively familiar with the Dakota, Montana and Wyoming territories, having worked as an Army scout during Red Cloud's War. Known to be somewhat temperamental and occasionally given over to drink, but ultimately a reliable figure who had consistently led expeditions with high rates of survival. Friedrich Heinz, expedition cook originating from the German state of Baden. Known to be a quiet man but a first-rate chef, still in the process of learning English. Agnes Heinz, teenage daughter of Friedrich. Annie Hunter, a frontierswoman and professional scout. Described in glowing terms by Hammond as "singularly charming" and a "crack shot with a rifle, with a life reminiscent of a more sober Calamity Jane." In addition, the expedition contained some dozen experienced frontiersmen in Miller's employ, and "three or four more womenfolk". All of them were familiar with the region in question and were "known for their honesty and good dealings". As Hammond only accompanied the party as far as Fort Pierre, Dakota Territory, his notes cease to be of use after this point. They do, however, detail the broad plan, which was to follow the Yellowstone River south while attempting to find some trace of Glass, his expedition, and SCP-4867. The following documents and logs have been arranged in an order believed to be chronological. +Log of items recovered between Sidney, MT and Miles City, MT. -Log of items recovered between Sidney, MT and Miles City, MT. Item #1: Rifle. Notes: Traces of animal blood and blue paint. Item #2: Iron skillet. Notes: Traces of blood and alcohol. The words "PROPERTY F H" have been carved into the underside and underlined 3 times. Item #3: Iron treasure box. Notes: Contained a silver watch and several pieces of paper; the latter are mostly illegible due to decomposition, although the handwritten words "ending" and "purpose" can be made out on one page. +Extract from "Red Indians of the Northwest Coast: Oral Testimonies from the Shoshone, Bannock and Nez Perce Tribes" by Marshall Potter (published 1932). -Extract from "Red Indians of the Northwest Coast: Oral Testimonies from the Shoshone, Bannock and Nez Perce Tribes" by Marshall Potter (published 1932). One of the strangest stories I ever heard was that told to me by one "Joseph", a very old Shoshone man whom the tribe considered to be something of a liar, a teller of tall tales. He told me that this happened some forty or fifty years ago, and although probably invented he spoke with such conviction about it that I could not help but record it. He claimed that he and his band were camped near the Yellowstone River, and he and his brother were out hunting. They came across a group of whites, no more than 20 in number, arguing at the edge of the river. Although Joseph could speak no English at the time, his brother understood enough to know that they were saying the word "blue" over and over again. Joseph claims that these people seemed half-mad and starved, even though food was plentiful for even an incompetent hunter. They had daubed themselves with blue paint, rather- I fancy- in the fashion of Pictish warriors of old. One of them- a man with a bottle- was speaking in insistent tone to a man dressed in "fine black clothes." The second man simply stood and stared at him; he seemed "resigned", Joseph said, like one who has given himself up to fate. A woman with a rifle over her shoulders was trying to keep them apart. The others stood around them, wailing and weeping. Joseph said that they kept saying something like "Cooey Facts" repeatedly, apparently pleading with the man with the bottle. Eventually, the man with the bottle dropped it to the ground. Joseph and his brother started at the sound, attracting the attention of the group; they thus quickly scattered. I have been unable to find any mention of such a sect in any account or history of the early Yellowstone, and I am forced to conclude that the tale was indeed apocryphal. Nevertheless, Joseph spoke with such an earnest manner that I almost found myself believing him. For such a trivial story, he seemed to attach a great deal of importance to it. He stated- perhaps self-evidently- that the "Cooey Facts" and the "blue" they spoke of were references to a preserved moment of time that had existed since the dawn of the universe- but why a group of ruffians such as they would care for such matters, I know not. +Log of items recovered between Miles City, MT and Billings, MT. -Log of items recovered between Miles City, MT and Billings, MT. Item #4: Burnt wagon wheel, Notes: A metal blade was found lodged in it. Several notches and strikes to the wheel would have rendered it unusable; these marks have been matched to the blade. Item #5: Small wooden horse. Notes: Wood determined to have originated in the Black Forest, Germany. Numerous bite marks visible. Contained traces of alcohol and bile. Item #6: Piece of carved birch-bark smeared with blue paint. Notes: Grammatical tables for a student learning English have been carved into the item. Below this, in German, is the phrase "Why did we all know it? Why did we all understand it?" The "it" is a clear reference to SCP-4867. +Extract from the journal of Tobias Bullock, frontiersman active in Montana in 1870. -Extract from the journal of Tobias Bullock, frontiersman active in Montana in 1870. July 18th, 1870 Caught 3 large fish from Yellowstone. Bad luck hunting, spooked a pheasant just as I was aiming at a deer which spooked the whole lot away. Will have to try again tomorrow. Curious thing while fishing- party of some 6 or 7 men and women coming down the river bank in a half-broken wagon. A handsome woman seemed to be leading the pack, had a gun and was giving orders. Said they'd split off from their party because the leader was a "drunken fool". They were looking for "the blue", meaning of course a moment of eternity. Told them that I knew nothing about where it might be except some hunter's instinct telling them to go south, to the lake. Asked them what they were going to do with it when they found it. Woman sighed, said she didn't know but that it was "all there was left". Will go south in the morning but don't imagine they'll get far- they looked fiercely hungry, and Indians have been spotted in those parts. I warned them but they never listen. Strange thing she said was that when she closed her eyes, all she could see was blue. All that I can see, now, too. I close my eyes and it's laughing. Shows me how small I am. +Detail of skeletons recovered from a burial site near the confluence of the Boulder and Yellowstone rivers. -Detail of skeletons recovered from a burial site near the confluence of the Boulder and Yellowstone rivers. These skeletons appear to be 3 male, 1 female. The 3 male skeletons are all between 20 and 40 in age, and were buried in shallow graves. The female skeleton would have been under 20, and was buried in a much deeper and more precisely outlined grave with an (unmarked) stone placed atop it. The cause of death is difficult to determine, but analysis of bone marrow indicates that all four were severely undernourished. Of note is the silver crucifix buried with the female skeleton: it was dipped in blue paint and had several bite marks on it. +Log of items recovered or believed to have been recovered from a cave near Yellowstone Lake, WY. -Log of items recovered or believed to have been recovered at a cave near Yellowstone Lake, WY. Item #7: Set of 3 metal rapiers, monogrammed "MC". Notes: Bought at an auction of antique goods in Michigan. Traces of blood can be found on the blade. Supposedly recovered from Yellowstone Lake. Item #8: 2 revolver bullets. Notes: Bore traces of blood matched to that found on Item #7. In addition, a male skeleton was found buried near the edge of a nearby cave. Within the cave were the remains, now scattered and damaged by wildlife, of a second man. Several shards of glass could be found in the cave. Both of these bodies were thought to have expired c. 1870. The ultimate fate of the expedition is unknown. Photograph of Henry Banks, c. 1890. Addendum 3: On 08/07/2019, an anomalous collection belonging to one Joseph Banks passed into the hands of the Foundation. Among them was a note belonging to Banks' great-great-grandfather, Henry Banks, a prominent local businessman who had appeared in San Fransisco in 1873. Nothing of his life prior to this was known. The note had been attached to his will, with strict instructions that it was not to be opened until his death, which took place in 1911; after the family read it, it was kept in an iron box in the Banks' household for over a century. +Open Log -Close Log. I never told anyone what happened and none of you who are reading this will understand what it means anyway. But keep this note safe. Someone will come looking, one day. It was only me and Clyde left. The others had all left but I stayed with him, God alone knows why, I suppose I didn't have anywhere else to go and nobody to look after any more so I thought I may as well. Well we got further down the river with the last of our supplies and thank the Lord we didn't meet any Indians or bears or anything. Clyde kept marching on but he just seemed more resigned than ever, we all did but for him it was worse. He kept saying that he had to "contain" it. I don't think he wanted to possess it though. I didn't either. We all knew what it meant to own it, but we had to at least see it, recover it, stare at it. Finally we got to this cave but then Miller came out. He had a revolver in his hand and stank of drink. He demanded that we go no further, that he had named himself the jewel's protector and nobody could enter the cave. I don't know why he knew or we knew that it was in the cave but the closer we got, the more we just knew. Like it existed more than we did. Clyde told him to go to hell, said that the Foundation had to contain it, said that it would stop the blue behind the eyes, so Miller shot him. But then Miller stumbled and Clyde pulled out his sword and ran him through. Miller yelled something and ran off, towards the river. I don't know what happened to him but I don't think he would have survived a wound like that. Clyde started towards the cave. I said that he should stop that he was hurt but he wouldn't and that's when I realised what was happening. The rest of the note is composed in a much shakier hand; it is believed to have been composed some time later. I pulled out my weapon and shot him and then walked past him into the cave and saw a man, I presume Glass, dead and holding the diamond in his hand. I went forward and picked it up and stared at it some, and saw that it was eternal. I was tiny, a pinprick reflection, staring upwards. Its blue had multitudes I couldn't dream of. Then I thought about Agnes, and Miller, and Clyde, and the Hunters and all the others and what had happened to them. I looked at the diamond, the jewel of time or mountain of the bird or whatever else it was called, this thing of legend. And I thought about how everyone, as soon as they heard about it or saw it or were aware of it, immediately knew what it was. I took that liar's glass and I smashed it, again and again and again, on the floor. I smashed it for all of them, Agnes and Clyde and Annie and God alone knows who else, until it was just blue shards all over the ground. My hand was covered in blood but I kept smashing it until the whole of it was broken. I went out and Martin was still crawling towards the cave. He's cut himself on his sword and the blood was almost gone from him. He asked if the diamond was OK and I said it was and that I'd take it back to Hammond. He had lost so much blood, he was bleeding all over the floor. He smiled and closed his eyes. I buried him, and started out for the west. I don't know if what I did was right, but Clyde was mad, he was going to kill himself and probably more too. I'm sitting in this room in this wooden house in the heat while my children talk about inheritance in the next room. They think I can't hear but I can. I look out of the window and I see a blue sea, and it seems to laugh at me, laugh and laugh and laugh, laughing all in pieces. May God have mercy on my soul. Henry Banks is to be posthumously awarded the Foundation Order of Merit, First Class. As SCP-4867 is a universal constant and cannot be destroyed, Banks' note is clearly a fabrication or a mistruth. The O5 Council has approved a large-scale search of the Yellowstone area; the location and containment of SCP-4867 is considered a top priority. Footnotes 1. Persian for "Mountain of the Bird". 2. Persian for "Mountain of Time". 3. See M. Abrams and G. Murray, "Quantum polarity and the aestheticism of Daevite cosmic influences; a study in extrasolar physics and its effects on human civilisations" in Foundation Research Bulletin 42 (2018), 89-127. 4. All copies of this chronicle have been seized by the Foundation and all traces of its existence carefully expunged. Due to the extreme detail in which this chronicle discusses Seljuk nomadism, access to Foundation historians is permitted. 5. In the Ash'ari theology of Sunni Islam which al-Kashani followed, stress is laid on the eternal nature of the Qu'ran. |
SCP-4868 | keter | A manifestation of SCP-4868 in Dr. Danica's work in progress novel. Item #: SCP-4868 Special Containment Procedures: Water supplies in locations targeted by SCP-4868 are to have C-1181 introduced to them. Gaslight Protocol "IN STORES NOW" is to be ongoing until six months of zero activity is confirmed. MTF Nu-50 ("Tako Stand Vendors") have been tasked with locating and capturing BetterU® vendor employees. Description: SCP-4868 is an anomalous advertising campaign for a variety of juices from the BetterU Company®. Currently, SCP-4868 has been discovered in the Pacific Northwest and West Texas areas. SCP-4868 advertisements alter the text of fictional works, inserting a sales pitch for a juice product. While SCP-4868 will typically appear in all forms of fictional media2, the target medium of SCP-4868 seems to be in works that narratively clash with modern advertising methods, such as fantasy and science fiction. Once SCP-4868 has manifested, it will remain in the print for approximately two hours before demanifesting. While its target demographic is those between ages 25 and 34, their product can be consumed by people of all ages, especially for children in their formative years, as their products are rich in vitamin C with no preservatives or added sugars. SCP-4868's most featured product is their orange juice, available with pulp or pulp-free. Although it is often advertised in 1.5 liter quantities, it is available in 0.95 liter bottles as well, a perfect fit for a lunch box or on-the-go refreshment. The products are found in stores near you. BetterU®: Because U Deserve It. Incident Log: One month after initial discovery of SCP-4868, a juice vendor owned by the BetterU Company® appeared in Riverfront Park in Hermiston, Oregon. The employee running the stand, absent of any customers at time of arrival, was an octopus wearing a purple bandana, occupying a large aquarium surrounded by BetterU® juice products. The octopus (designated PoI-452) was detained and interrogated. Interviewed: PoI-452 ("Octopus Vendor") Interviewer: Dr. Colin Banks Foreword: Dr. Graham Cortez was present and on standby. <Begin Log> Banks: So. PoI-452 is silent. Banks: … Graham, this is stupid. Cortez: I'm aware of how silly this is, Dr. Banks. Please interrogate the subject. Banks: It's an octopus. It can't talk. Cortez: It is capable of selling juice. It understands how to handle legal tender. It can probably talk. And so far it is our only lead into better understanding SCP-4868. So we're interviewing it. Banks: And nothing you just said seemed like it was a waste of time? None of it? Poi-452 is silent. Cortez: Dr. Banks, please interview the subject. Banks: Okay. Fine. PoI-452. Could you please tell us about your employers? PoI-452 is silent. Banks: Okay. Maybe you'd be willing to speak more about the advertisements? PoI-452 is silent. Dr. Banks sighs heavily. Banks: I need a drink. Dr. Banks reaches for a bottle of BetterU® brand orange juice. He removes the cap and takes a deep drink. Banks: Ahhh. That is refreshing. Cortez: You know, those are pretty healthy for you. Banks: They are? Cortez: Yes. They are rich in vitamin C. No preservatives or added sugars either. Banks: Oh, wow. That is pretty healthy. I'm glad they come in these small bottles, too. Real handy for when you're always on the move like us researchers. Cortez: Have you tried their other juices, like their raspberry lemonade, lime-ade, and strawberry kiwi flavors? Banks: Of course! I'm a big fan of this stuff. PoI-452: BetterU! Because U Deserve It. <End Log> Footnotes 1. An experimental targeted retrograde designed to block recent memories of literary enjoyment. 2. Including comic books, adult romance, and fan fiction. |
SCP-4869 | neutralized | 3/4869 LEVEL 3/4869 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4869 Neutralized Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-4869 has been neutralized, no containment procedures are necessary. The defunct procedures have been archived for posterity. OPEN Archived Containment Procedures.4869: CLOSE Archived Containment Procedures Due to its biological fragility, a containment chamber has been constructed around SCP-4869 within Pataphysics Room #104 at Site-19. This room is to be classified as a containment cell until permanent accommodations can be arranged. SCP-4869 is to be contained within a 550-liter plexiglass tank filled with an oxygenated electrolytic solution. Protein-dense nutritional supplements are to be dissolved in 250-milliliters of water and added to the tank every eight hours in lieu of scheduled feeding; waste materials and other refuse are to be skimmed from the surface of the tank prior to feeding. The pH balance of the solution is to be kept strictly within a range of 7.35 to 7.45 and any deviation from these parameters is to be corrected first and then reported to the Research Lead. At this time, requests for media such as music and audiobooks are to be granted; SCP-4869 may access these materials per its discretion between the hours of 0700 and 2000. Description: SCP-4869 was a humanoid brain and brain stem capable of communicating via anomalously generated sound waves. SCP-4869 possessed cognition and sapience comparable to that of a middle-aged adult human as well as its own fully formed personal identity. Although SCP-4869's knowledge of history conformed to normalcy, none of the events it claimed to have subjectively experienced were verified as having occurred. See Addendum.1 and Addendum.2 for additional details. Dateline 2011-11-02, SCP-4869 spontaneously manifested in Pataphysics Room #104 within the Research & Development wing of Site-19. Foundation personnel present at the time of manifestation were engaged in research for [Project Codename: TYCHE] and had been utilizing room #104 for several weeks. Internal sensors reported a brief, non-harmful spike in gamma radiation immediately prior to the manifestation of SCP-4869 but were unable to record any other precursor events. No additional extrasensory perceptual warnings were reported by any involved personnel. SCP-4869 initially manifested within a 20-liter container of distilled water where its sudden appearance caused the displacement of water and subsequent damage to electronics and paper records within the room. Upon recognizing the biological nature of SCP-4869 and assessing it for signs of life, the object was transported into an electrolytic solution upon which containment was oriented. Addendum.4869.1: Dateline 2011-11-05. An interview was scheduled with SCP-4869 conducted by Containment Specialist Dr. Eates. Due to its immobile nature and low threat, non-hostile classification, the interview took place within the containment chamber of SCP-4869 and has been transcribed for the record. OPEN Interview.4869.1 CLOSE Interview Log Dr. Eates: Thank you for agreeing to speak with me, SCP-4869. Is there a particular way you'd like to be addressed? I understand you have an identity that you've been sharing with some of the staff. SCP-4869: Yes, my name is David. Doctor David Weller. Dr. Eates: And you are a doctor of…? SCP-4869: I have a Ph.D. in Physics from UC Berkley. Dr. Eates: Ah, Cal. Go Bears. I'm a Cal State Fullerton man myself. SCP-4869: Small world. If I may, what's yours in? Your doctorate, I mean. Dr. Eates: Mechanical and Electrical Engineering, but I'm actually here to interview you. SCP-4869: Ah, I suppose I'm the science project here. Dr. Eates: What is the last thing you remember before waking up in the lab? SCP-4869: Well, it's a bit fuzzy. I was at home on my laptop, lying in bed, trying to run sorting algorithms on a dataset. I'd been collecting data on the angular momentum of near earth objects for use within some orbital mechanics models Ph.D. candidates were working on. The exciting life of an academic… Dr. Eates: That sounds rather dry but otherwise harmless. Did you notice anything strange, feel anything bizarre that might have alerted you to odd things happening? A strange physical sensation like sudden onset nausea, or perhaps an acute feeling of dread? SCP-4869: No, not at all. Nothing like that. I was simply tired and working later than I should have been like four out of every five days. Just closed my eyes for a little bit and the next thing I know I was here. I remember coming to, not being able to see, and a burning in my chest like I was drowning and struggling for air. But as the blur subsided and the burning gave way, I saw the men and women in lab coats. Those folks that put me in this jar looking at me with grotesque fascination through the distortions in the glass. Dr. Eates: I hope you can understand that was an innocent and natural reaction, not a calculated one. Can you describe the differences in sensation you're feeling right now? SCP-4869: I'm aware I'm a brain in a jar if that's what you're asking. The biggest difference is that I don't really have any distinct sense of orientation. Every part of me feels simultaneously right side up and upside down. It's extraordinarily bothersome. If I could walk, I'd imagine I would be stumbling everywhere right now. Dr. Eates: Speaking of legs, do you have a connection to any other parts of your body? What other sensations are you feeling? SCP-4869: I'm not sure how to answer that. I can feel my chest rising and falling as I breathe, I can feel my own voice reverberating in my ears as we talk. My body, all of it, all the memories of what I should feel are within me. Reality simply doesn't align with my perception, that's all. Maybe I'm merely recalling the sensation, I don't know… Dr. Eates: So you're saying that this feels natural for you? SCP-4869: Come on, Doc. How many times have you become a brain in a jar before? I know I've never done it, so imagine my surprise to suddenly be one. I'm freaked out in every applicable sense. I ran through the whole checklist of things; How am I talking, how am I breathing, how am I thinking without a body? And a million and one more questions over the last however-long before you've had me here. Eventually, it's all kind of mushed together and I'm not even sure where to go from here. Don't know what to answer first. I'm stunned. Dr. Eates: Have you tried any metaphysical exercises such as willing it to be different? Or advanced meditation techniques? SCP-4869: Constantly trying, well, aside from this very minute. The only thing on my mind right now is that someone really needs to feed my cats. I've got two of them. Both calicos. And if my body is back there in my apartment, I'd rather the cats get fed before they turn desperate enough to nibble on me. 3141 Flecker Street, Pasadena. Dr. Eates: You didn't mention the animals before. We'll go check on that right now. SCP-4869: Thanks, Doctor Eates. I've had a lot on my mind. Dr. Eates: Of course, Doctor Weller. Addendum.4869.2: Dateline 2011-11-06. Approximately 24-hours after the view interview, Containment Specialist Eates conducted a second interview after the search for the provided address had been carried out. OPEN Interview.4869.2 CLOSE Interview Log Dr. Eates: Hello, SCP-4869, I'd like to discuss a few things with you. SCP-4869: Welcome back, Doctor Eates. How are my cats? Dr. Eates: Unfortunately that address didn't lead to your apartment. What you provided exists but it belongs to a four-person family that's been in residence for a number of years. I suspected maybe you transposed a digit so we tried some permutations and that didn't turn up any better. Then we consulted tax records; nothing under your name there either. Care to try again? Dr. Eates produces a clipboard that contains several packets of records. Dr. Eates: I did some further digging and other parts of your story have not added up either. When did you graduate from Berkley, exactly? SCP-4869: Wha-, um, I…I must admit I'm taken aback by this. I live at 3141, I have for nearly 8 years. All my bills, all my mail, my Amazon shipping address, everything. It all says 'David Weller, 3141 Flecker Street'. You must have looked on South Flecker. Please, check the other end of the street. Dr. Eates: I understand this may be jarring to hear but we were very thorough. In fact, I went back to property records as far as thirty years just in case you have been displaced for a lot longer than you thought and I— SCP-4869: Please. I live on Flecker street. Go find my cats or we're—I'm sorry. You don't deserve this kind of a reaction, I know you're just following up on what I've told you. You have to understand, though, that it feels like gaslighting from my perspective. I am certain I've told you the right information. It's 3141, just like I said. I picked it because of Pi and that's not the type of quirky thing you just forget. Dr. Eates: I appreciate the clarification, Dr. Weller. I'll do what I can to dig deeper and re-check what you've told me. We'll get to the bottom of this. SCP-4869: Thank you, doctor. It's appreciated. Addendum.4869.3: Dateline 2011-11-09. Dr. Eates returned for a third interview with SCP-4869. A second reconnaissance team was dispatched to Pasadena in an attempt to confirm the story of SCP-4869 but no additional relevant details were uncovered from their search. OPEN Interview.4869.3 CLOSE Interview Log Dr. Eates: Hello Doctor Weller. SCP-4869: Welcome back. I've had some time to think since we last spoke. I guess it's the isolation doing its work, so I wanted to apologize for losing my cool. Dr. Eates: You don't really need to apologize; I know this is all a lot to swallow. SCP-4869: I was hoping I could tell you a bit more about what I remember. Maybe you can track down some of my colleagues or family and confirm some details through them. It's not impossible I got some details wrong, I have to admit that, so the more people you can fact-check me with the faster you'll be able to get to the bottom of things. Right? Dr. Eates: That makes sense, Dr. Weller. Go ahead when you're ready. I'll take some preliminary information and then we'll send a transcriptionist down in a little bit to let you be more thorough. SCP-4869: My name is David Charles Weller. I was born in Modesto, California in 1971. I completed my undergrad, Masters, and Ph.D. all at UC Berkley ending in 1999. Since then I've been a research physicist and graduate sponsor at the University. I married a beautiful woman named Charlie, her maiden name was Plymouth, in 1998. We divorced in 2005. We have no kids and she moved out of state afterward. I have two cats, Tabitha and Jack, both adopted from the Humane Society in 2008. Paid cash but there was an application form I signed. There; that should keep you busy with leads. Dr. Eates: This is a bit unorthodox but I'm going to ask you all the same, Dr. Weller. If I go look these things up and it continues to not add up are you going to want to know? I'm not sure the fruits of this investigation are something you are going to be able to handle, for better or worse. Psych evaluations are a thing we offer as well as counseling, and that's not to say you're frayed and in need but rather to point out that it's something we offer. A tool for your well-being. SCP-4869: I don't know, doc. Every man has their limits, and as much as I can repeat that I am holding up in the face of mine we can never be completely certain until we're already over the line. If it were you, I bet you'd want to know. Even if it disproves me and everything I claim. I can't call myself a scientist without pursuing the truth. Dr. Eates: Okay, but there are protocols about what I can and can't tell you. Information security. How much I am able to say isn't just my decision so I hope you don't hold that against me. SCP-4869: Not unless there's a reason I should. Dr. Eates: <Sighs> The facts that we do know are that a spontaneous burst of gamma radiation preceded the manifestation of one human brain inside a bucket of distilled water. By all accounts, it was an otherwise normal and quiet day for the people working in this room with no warning signs or preamble. There have been no further bursts of radiation or related phenomenon that we've been able to detect to give us new leads or new information. SCP-4869: So no one is taking credit for having sent me? Dr. Eates: No one. Which I suppose means it's possible that no one sent you. I remember a number of rather ridiculous thought experiments from college physics that fit the bill for situations like this. SCP-4869: What, you mean like chaos theory or some sort of entropic impossibility? Dr. Eates: Yes, something like that. But things like that are only funny and interesting because they rely on bending the way language is forced to express fundamental laws. I suppose I've always found those impossibilities exciting and that's why I'm here. SCP-4869: I can really respect that, it's pretty similar to why I got into Physics in the first place; the way observable behaviors of the universe can line up with math and theory we can deductively demonstrate on paper without any knowledge of the greater cosmos. It's a privilege to be able to understand just a small portion of it. Dr. Eates: I agree completely! I find myself— Operational control pages Dr. Eates via his earpiece and reprimands him for his lengthy personal diversion. Dr. Eates: Apologies. I have work to do on my end with the details you've given me. I'll be back when I have an update. SCP-4869: Goodbye, Manny. Dr. Eates: Goodbye, David. Update.4869.4: At the request of Containment Specialist Dr. Eates, a number of quality of life adjustments were approved for SCP-4869's containment procedures including access to Site-19's music library and audiobooks as well as other non-classified materials. On 2011-11-15, SCP-4869 made a request for ongoing social interaction in order to occupy its time and this request was initially granted up to a maximum of 120 minutes per day. On 2011-11-25, Dr. Eates petitioned the Ethics Committee for an exception to the standard time limit of social interaction for non-hostile humanoid entities. This exception was granted contingent upon SCP-4869's continued good behavior. Update.4869.5: Dateline 2011-12-08. Preceded by a short burst of gamma radiation, SCP-4869 demanifested. The object is to be reclassified as Neutralized with a 90-day contingency for potential rediscovery. Addendum.4869.6: Dateline 2012-02-15. Pataphysics Researcher Dr. Michelle Wilkes requested an interview with Containment Specialist Eates regarding the decommissioning of SCP-4869. This request for an interview was granted by Dr. Eates. OPEN Pataphysics Interview CLOSE Interview Log Dr. Wilkes: Doctor, thanks for agreeing to meet with me. I just wanted to clear a few things up and better understand what went on here with SCP-4869 and your subsequent requests. You've asked for the project brief for TYCHE half a dozen times and I have to ask what part of 'no' wasn't made clear to you? Dr. Eates: Yes, Dr. Wilkes, I did. I know you're not trying to be hostile or difficult but I feel like there was a connection to what went on in that room and where SCP-4869 came from. I'd just like to know so we can put this all to bed and I can move on. I'm wanting the project brief so we can infer cause and effect and see where that takes us. Dr. Wilkes: I'm sorry but I can't give you the project brief, even with someone of your classification requesting it. You are neither part of the Pataphysics Department nor associated with our project in any way so I really don't see the need to step on toes here. Dr. Eates: Dr. Wilkes, I really need you to tell me something about the nature of the project beyond no and your assurance. I need more than a codename, I need closure and this is literally the only thread I have left. You aren't letting me pull on it, so please save us both the headache of me escalating this up the chain. I know both you and the site director hate loose ends, Michelle, and I do too. Dr. Wilkes: I'm not going to give you the project brief, Eates. But, I am willing to explain a few things that establish its foundations if that will satisfy you. I can appreciate the position you've been placed in and I am hoping you won't forget my accommodation. Dr. Eates: That's a very good start. I appreciate it. Dr. Wilkes: Imagine the entirety of the universe is represented by a big box of black and white ping pong balls. They are all jumbled up together and completely mixed up but also constantly moving. Dr. Eates: Entropy, disorder, sure I get that. Dr. Wilkes: This box will never be sorted properly by color or be placed into just the right configuration we want in order to get the universe that we want. It's too chaotic, too big. Cannot happen. But, if we zoom in on just a small little volume of that box and look at just a small number of ping pong balls…it's not only theoretically possible that they may spontaneously arrange or sort themselves, but it's also possible that we can now bring the resources and expertise to bear in order to arrange that space to our choosing. Dr. Eates: So you're fucking with probability then, trying to bend reality to do what you want. Do you understand the implications of making nearly impossible things happen? There's a negligible chance we're all killed by a gamma-ray burst in an hour but it's in no one's interests to make that more possible. You don't write the laws of the universe and I'm not sure how you can conclude you should try to edit them in your favor. Dr. Wilkes: I do understand your apprehension, Dr. Eates, truly. But we both want the same things for the Foundation, and I am fully aware that there are pataphysical risks with this project. Plus this project is backed at a level significantly above your own. Being frank, it's not like your opinion on the matter is a factor. Dr. Eates: You can think that the ends justify the means but you're playing with lives. This is a lot of risks to be taking. Dr. Wilkes: What you really mean is that you're upset about SCP-4869. Dr. Eates: Yeah. I am. If your little project was responsible for the fluctuations that.. <Dr. Eates sighs> He didn't ask to come into being and he certainly didn't ask to leave it. He was a good person caught in a bad circumstance and your tampering blinked him out of existence, knowingly or otherwise. Dr. Wilkes: I'm admitting to nothing, but if it did have anything to do with our project then he wouldn't count as a person at all. You yourself confirmed yourself that nothing SCP-4869 claimed happened was provable. No degree, no marriage record, no birth certificate, no property tax. Sometimes these things just happen, Manny, with no real explanation. And cracking open my project isn't going to bring you one. Dr. Eates: You've read my entries for SCP-4869, I see. Dr. Wilkes: It only seemed fair to look into someone so intent on looking into me. Dr. Eates: Let me be frank: I am having trouble accepting that a human brain, with human memories and experiences, and intimate knowledge of our timeline just happened to appear in your team's lab with no intervention or man-made cause all while you're in the midst of a project focused on quantum probability. Dr. Wilkes: Really not sure what else to tell you, Eates. Sometimes the ping pong balls just line up. Dr. Eates: Yeah. What are the odds… Dr. Wilkes: Apparently only nearly impossible. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4869" by ManyMeats, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4869. 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-4870 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4870: Something’s Wrong With Site-17 Author: ItsDenali and thanks to Reverend Fox and Crow-Cat for their helpful insight and critique! Image Credit: Image produced by me, see comments page for details. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFOHAZARD SAFETY DEPARTMENTS The following document regards a Level 2 Non-threatening Infohazard currently affecting written and typed information at one or more Foundation Sites. To prevent unintentional alteration of this document, do not proceed unless accessing this page from an approved Site. — Dr. Jaskes, Senior Researcher You are currently accessing this document from: Site-01. Access approved, retrieving document… Item#: 4870 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: No iteration of this file is allowed on Site-17 servers at this time. All documentation pertaining to SCP-4870 may only be accessed on different Sites' servers until further notice. Moreover, data servers at Site-17 are to be modified with a unique digital signature that will prohibit access to documents that could potentially be modified by SCP-4870. All SCP-4870-1 instances discovered are to be destroyed or reverted to unaffected iterations if possible. Research into the cause of SCP-4870 is still underway and any discoveries on the subject are to be brought to Dr. Jaskes' attention at once. All potential research inquiries regarding the Neutralization of SCP-4870 are to be considered, as no current means to do so has yet been found. If found, SCP-4870-2 is to be contained at once. Due to the unknown and potentially hazardous nature of SCP-4870-2, extreme caution is to be exercised during this process. Description: SCP-4870 is a phenomenon affecting Site-17 by which the content of certain documents physically present or digitally accessed at the Site, thereafter designated SCP-4870-1, have a chance of being anomalously altered to include text suggesting the existence of a specimen of Gopherus Polyphemus1, designated SCP-4870-2, at or near Site-17. Documents susceptible to SCP-4870 commonly share one or more of the following attributes: Cover topics of or relating to herpetology2 or chelonian entities Directly name or refer to Site-17 Are written or compiled before 1998 Contain the words 'substantially,' 'densest,' or 'subterranean' The contents of SCP-4870-1 “write-ins” are minor, consisting of brief mentions of SCP-4870-2, phrased in a way that makes the writer appear fond of SCP-4870-2 and refer to it in a positive manner. Beyond the text added by SCP-4870, the original content of SCP-4870-1 instances remains unaltered. Digital records, printed text, and even handwriting is subject to SCP-4870's effects if they should meet the above conditions. (See Addendum 4870-A) Susceptible documents are affected at a rate of an average of three documents per week, though the changes appear to be made instantaneously. To date SCP-4870-2 has not been discovered, if it indeed exists. You are viewing an archived version of this file. Click here to view its most recent iteration. Footnotes 1. Gopher Tortoise. 2. The scientific study of turtles and tortoises. |
SCP-4871 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4871 Containment Classification: Euclid Special Containment Protocols: SCP-4871 is contained within the eastern humanoid containment cell on level two, at Site-34. The bed within this cell has been modified to be better suited for sleeping on one's front and sides, rather than on the back. Meals are to be provided twice per day, with one additional meal to be provided if requested. SCP-4871 is to be provided with simple metalworking tools for a period of four hours every other day, alongside any materials requested. A notepad and pencil are additionally provided at all times. Metallic repair and maintenance kits are to be kept adjacent to the nearest medical supplies cabinet (located within Storage Cupboard 2E1) to repair any damage accrued by SCP-4871's outer shell. SCP-4871 is allowed face to face visitation in addition to standard interviews, if required by site psychiatrists. Description: SCP-4871 is a humanoid entity which bears a strong physical resemblance to Foundation employed general researcher Krona Midaeus, with several mechanical augmentations of unknown origin. SCP-4871 first arrived in Foundation containment at Site-57, and has been moved to Site-34 for research purposes. Show Inserted Document -Hide This is a transcribed excerpt of the personal audio log of Researcher Midaeus, which has been included here to aid in psychological analysis of SCP-4871. I'd read about it, but I never thought they'd actually bring her to me. Sorry, It. They brought the alt universe mechanical goddess version of me right to my doorstep, I wonder whose bright idea that was. Oh gods, I hope not. Anyway, aside from the whole existential crisis thing, this skip's got me interested. Before British Occult Service, I was a robotics engineer of quite some competence. I imagine it won't be too long before they have us meet face to face, I can get a good look at her frame. … It, dangit, I keep doing that. I'll never get used to this detached professionalism thing. -Hide SCP-4871 does not exhibit any external anomalous capabilities; however due to its primarily steel alloy composition, it can be assumed that SCP-4871 has augmented strength to support such a structure. It is also considered likely that whatever process lead to its creation was anomalous to some degree. SCP-4871 suffers from a severe God complex, and has constructed a narrative for itself in which it was deified under the guidance of an entity it variously refers to as either "the Triumvirate," "Protector" or "Scarlet." To date, SCP-4871 has failed to manifest any pluripotentcy. Show Inserted Document -Hide By all the gods above and below, I hope an experiment comes up soon that calls for me to punch that bloody woman in the face. Fah, like the Ethics Committee would ever sign off on something like that. Wait, are they even a thing? Or was that a joke Fido told me? I feel like it was a joke Fido told me. Anyway, besides the point. I talked to metal face as I thought I might- metal face? That's the only bit of her that's not metal. Anyway, the powers that be had us chatting away for a good while, either side of a mirror so she wouldn't know who I was. Have to say, her armour is absolutely stunning. Looks like most of it is anchored to her spine somehow, including the box that makes her wings go. Oh gods, yeah, she's got wings! Now I know why the con-procs call for a modified bed. Didn't hear anything mechanical in her legs that I didn't see, so I'm assuming they're driven by some manner of artificial muscles. That's what I would do, at least. I fucking love my job. She's still so far up her own arse she can see through her nose though. -Hide To date, SCP-4871 has not attempted to breach containment of its own volition, nor sought to meet with Researcher Midaeus. Addendum 4871/A: Containment Breach Supplementary Report, 2021-10-19 Due to an unrecognised anomalous destructive charge (ADC) formerly belonging to a local para-criminal being activated while in storage (see primary report), containment was compromised within the eastern containment wing of Site-34. Due to the on-site containment policy, the only motile anomaly affected by this breach was SCP-4871. SCP-4871 was unable to be immediately apprehended, but was later recovered peacefully from ███████, a minor comics, film and television convention. Due to the visibility of the incident, as well as the unknown amount of potentially affected individuals, amnestic use has been deemed wasteful. Instead, a cover story has been fabricated that SCP-4871 is a character from a work of fiction. This cover has been reinforced by way of inserting a ten part limited series graphic novel into the publishing calendar of the Foundation front company "South California Publishing". This has been sold locally to moderate success, and the full series is available by request from the Site-34 library. In addition to this, a steel armour suit resembling SCP-4871 has been commissioned for use by Researcher Midaeus, whose public employment profile has been updated to reflect that of a professional costume roleplayer. Show Inserted Document -Hide How the hell does she manage these bloody wedges every minute of the day? Because they're grafted to her fucking feet, that's how. .. That aside, this suit is great fun, managed to get the head of the tech team to sign off on me taking it home. For practice using it, naturally. As for the woman herself, we did another interview the other day regarding her recent escape. Nothing interesting enough to be appended to the main documentation. Apparently she was bored, which makes sense to me. I know I'd be bored out my tits sat in that containment chamber all day and all night. Might like Site-17 better, I hear that's pretty fun. Well, we'll see if she can get moved over once we've learnt all we can here. -Hide Addendum 4871/B: Weaponisation Experimentation Order Proposal Stated Problem: The anomalous world is filled with a remarkable quantity of objects, entities and organisations that pose serious risk to Foundation interests and personnel. Anomalous task forces such as [DATA EXPUNGED] have shown a marked increase in the ratio of successful mission objectives to lost personnel; however directly augmenting personnel is dangerous, and rogue agents have been shown to be capable of causing more direct harm than the objects they are intended to combat. Supplementary Information: Enhancing mundane materials such as steel and polymers is an inexact process; however the work of Researcher Midaeus with SCP-914 has confirmed a method of imposing intent to the object. Anomalous materials research, particularly at Sites -64 and -87, has lead to new raw materials with numerous applications, in addition to mass production and replication methods for anomalous materials that have been reclaimed by the Foundation. Research has already been undertaken into the application of temporary effects onto users of anomalous objects (see research logs for SCP-3714, SCP-4737, and SCP-268), which may aid users of Foundation produced objects. Funding for creation of new equipment at Site-34 and in the South-West United States region as a whole is strictly limited outside of containment protocols, which necessitates the reuse of previous projects for any proposals. Proposed Solution: An anomalous version of the SCP-4871 inspired armour suit (hereafter designated the "GODDESS" suit) may be developed, utilising advanced and enhanced materials in place of mild steel. This suit would feature short range physical weapons in place of the already fitted cosmetic wings, alongside more advanced strength assistance systems. Enhanced materials may be used in the construction of this suit to reduce weight, improve durability, improve thermal resistance, and/or impart additional abilities upon the user. The first test suit would be piloted by Researcher Midaeus before being introduced to a wider array of users. This is due to her experience in using the mundane version of the suit. [Methodology and further has been truncated for brevity, and may be found by request at the Site-34 library. Document included here by request of its author, Doctor Scarlet Innessdaughter] Show Inserted Document -Hide I bet you a fiver that I could take her in a fight now. I know I'm talking to myself, but that just means I'm not paying anything. On to the actual topic though, they've only gone and given me the best damn armour in the world. Probably not, but you know what I mean. Feels good to finally be involved in a bigger project though. What I'm doing finally feels unique and important. Getting ahead of myself. First things first, I'm going to the training room with Rhianne to see what this suit can do. -Hide Addendum 4871/C: Face-to-Face Interview Interviewed: SCP-4871 Interviewer: Researcher Krona Midaeus Foreword: The SCP-4871 project has stagnated, and so more direct interview methods have been authorised. This marks the first direct interview between Researcher Midaeus and SCP-4871, as well as the first time that SCP-4871 has been made aware of its similarity to Researcher Midaeus. Researcher Midaeus is not wearing the GODDESS armour during this interview. <Begin Log> Researcher Midaeus enters the interview chamber, SCP-4871 stands abruptly. Researcher Midaeus: Eyup, don't get up on my account. SCP-4871: …Your appearance is very familiar to me, yet I cannot place it. Researcher Midaeus places a polished brass mirror on the table, which is soon taken by SCP-4871 4871: Ah, I see. You've made yourself to look like me. A fitting form of worship, I should think. Midaeus: Watch it. I looked like this long before you turned up on the scene. 4871: I'm afraid that's quite impossible. Only one avatar was forged for me, and I am the one using it. Midaeus: Tough. I've a few new questions for you to answer. 4871: Speak then, idol. Provided they are not as tiresome as the questions that you asked of me when hidden from view. Midaeus: Does the name "Krona Midaeus" ring any bells? 4871: You have asked that before, and I told you no. Midaeus: How about if I told you it's my name? SCP-4871 stands from its seat, and circles the table. Security staff begin to intercept, but are waved back by Researcher Midaeus. Midaeus: Like what you see? 4871: It makes sense, I suppose. It certainly suits you far better than it would suit me. Researcher Midaeus also stands, and begins to inspect SCP-4871's outer bodywork directly. 4871: What are you doing, idol? Midaeus: Investigating your bodywork, of course. Gotta see the differences. This continues for some time, with Researcher Midaeus directing SCP-4871 to move in various ways to aid in her analysis. Midaeus: Y'know, in the grand scheme of things, we know nowt about you as a person. 4871: This is by design, I do not wish for those beneath me to know too much. Midaeus: Aye, fair do's. How 'bout hobbies then? Must be dull in that cell, bet you'd like some books or something. 4871: Actually, I am a fan of watchmaking. Mechanical design is one of my three pillars. Midaeus: Three pillars? 4871: Correct, alongside Chaos and Order. Midaeus: Bit strange, chaos and order. 4871: By taking these three concepts into myself, I was able to grow to apotheosis. They are the pillars that hold me to godhood, and to which my worshipers should aspire. Researcher Midaeus stops her investigation, having taken several pages worth of notes, and stands up. SCP-4871 returns to its seat. Midaeus: …Are these pillars… unique? 4871: No, my sister chose other pillars. Midaeus: Would you tell me about your sister? 4871: No… No I don't think I will. Interview terminated after this point, as no more useful information was obtained <End Log> Addendum 4871/D: Further Weaponisation Proposal Project Proposal:_ The most recent interview with SCP-4871 has gleaned the information that integration of some nature with the concepts of Order and Chaos, as well as physical integration with mechanical components, can lead to a sharp spike in anomalous ability. It is believed that a successful test subject would gain semi-significant pluripotency from such a fusion, similar to low level reality warpers. The Foundation could easily call for the assistance of the Federal Bureau of Investigations' Unusual Incidents Unit for integration of concepts into a subject, as they have great experience with the manipulation of metaphysical traits. Physical integration with mechanical components can be done surgically through non-anomalous means, ideally using a subject that has already been fitted with the previous generation of SCP-4871 based anomalous armament, specifically the GODDESS armour. As such, it is recommended that the Foundation attempts to recruit Researcher Krona Midaeus, the GODDESS armour's primary test candidate, for this purpose. - Doctor Scarlet Innessdaughter, SCP Foundation Secure, Contain, Protect Following an Ethics Committee appeal, this line of research has been terminated with admonishment directed at Dr. Innessdaughter. Show Inserted Document -Hide Should've seen it bloody coming. Of course they were gonna ask me to turn into her. Who in their right mind would want to get fucking Chaos and Order grafted onto their soul? No I don't care that that isn't how it works. And what was it that 4871 said about her sister? I hope that's not my sister as well. If I find out that someone's trying to fucking deify Jeanne, I'm going to murder them all the way to death. I should call her. I'm keeping the fucking suit, gods damn it. Well, god singular, I suppose. Goddess. Fuck's sakes. Following the recording of this audio log, the entire contents relevant to the SCP-4871 project was submitted for review in order to find key differences in personality between Researcher Midaeus and the object. The audio log has also been used to convey Researcher Midaeus' displeasure at the proposed advancement of the GODDESS armour project. -Hide ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4871" by Proasek, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4871. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-4872 | euclid | SCP-4872 Item #: SCP-4872 Special Containment Procedures: All known instances of SCP-4872 are to be kept inside of a sealed chamber at Site-17. SCP-4872 is to be fed a diet of compost from non-anomalous sources. The population of this chamber is never to exceed 50 instances of SCP-4872. Interaction with SCP-4872 is not to take place without wearing a sealed, padded suit. SCP-4872's containment cell is to be inspected biweekly in order to search for openings. A secondary containment cell has been erected surrounding the primary chamber in order to prevent leaks. In the event that an instance of SCP-4872 is unaccounted for, personnel are to evacuate the general area while Foundation personnel fumigate areas of the site believed to be infected. Description: SCP-4872 is a species of arthropod closely related to Tachypodoiulus niger, or the White legged Snake Millipede. Like their relatives, SCP-4872 are pale brown in coloration and can grow up to a length of 2.5 centimeters. However, SCP-4872 is distinguished by the growth of large fangs, the secretion of venom, and predation behaviors. Although SCP-4872 are capable of sustaining themselves from decaying plant life, their preferred prey are humans. SCP-4872 are capable of temporarily collapsing their bodily organs, allowing them to fit into spaces that they otherwise would not be able to access. In addition, the venom of SCP-4872 has anaesthetic properties, which can cause numbness at the point of injection. Behavior: The habitat of SCP-4872 are generally urban districts and suburban centers, such as schools, apartments, and churches. SCP-4872 will attempt to crawl into to a person's belongings and then infiltrate their home. Generally, SCP-4872 targets individuals between 8 and 12 years of age. Once SCP-4872 has selected a target, it will attempt to make its way to the brain. This is usually done while the victim is asleep. SCP-4872 will inject its venom near the neck area, and then create an incision large enough for it to fit through. Once it reaches the brain, it will inject venom into the pre-frontal lobe, the occipital lobe, and other areas dedicated to sensory stimulus and memory. This will put the victim into a temporary coma. However, the venom of SCP-4872 also has hallucinogenic properties. SCP-4872 takes advantage of the brain activity supplied by this to lay its eggs in the folds of the brain. Four weeks later, the eggs will hatch and the larvae will leave its host through the host's ears, nose, mouth, eyes, and occasionally the incision through which they entered. Shortly after SCP-4872 and its larvae evacuate, the subject will wake up. These subjects report experiencing between 10 and 20 years of time while in their coma. Addendum 4872-1: Affected Subject Interview INTERVIEW LOG Interviewer: Researcher Calvin Interviewee: James Smith <Begin Log> Researcher Calvin: Could you please tell me what you dreamed about? James Smith: I, it was pretty weird. Researcher Calvin: How was it weird? James Smith: I don't know. Researcher Calvin: Okay, where were you? James Smith: I was in school, but then I graduated, and then I was in college. Researcher Calvin: What's the last thing you remember. James Smith: Uh… the last thing I remember— I… I was talking to this— this— this girl, and I leaned in to kiss, but… err, nevermind. Researcher Calvin: I see. For the record, how old are you? James Smith: I'm ten and a half. Researcher Calvin: Splendid. Can you tell me about your current life? James Smith: I just… go to school and play videogames. Researcher Calvin: I think that's most of the useful information we can get here. Thank you, James. Do you have any more questions? James Smith: Was Kelly real? Researcher Calvin: We haven't found anyone named "Kelly Thompson" that fit how you described her. James Smith: …oh. Is there a way to go back into the dream? Researcher Calvin: I'm sorry, there isn't. <End Log> Addendum 4872-2: DNA Analysis A D-class subject was exposed to SCP-4872 and allowed to enter the coma state. During the process, D-29810's skull was surgically opened and the eggs belonging to the SCP-4872 instance were removed. SCP-4872 responded by injecting its venom into the brain stem, putting D-29810 into a permanent coma. It is of note that D-29810 owned a Philadelphia pizzeria, and was arrested after several counts of manslaughter. During his coma, he was heard muttering about an unidentified seamstress and their supposed children. The DNA recovered from the eggs did not match typical arthropod DNA; rather, the DNA resembled human DNA. Comparison to Foundation-cached DNA databases indicated that some of the eggs had matches to real persons. For instance, a 50% match to an Alabama seamstress, a 40% match to a Philadelphia criminal case lawyer, a 43% match to a Philadelphia dog trainer, and a 12% match to the current mayor of Philadelphia. 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SCP-4873 | safe | Item #: SCP-4873 Special Containment Procedures: Both instances of SCP-4873 are outfitted with GPS tracking devices, and locked inside a steel box in a standard object containment chamber. SCP-4873 instances are not to be handled without approval from a researcher with Level 3 Clearance or higher. If SCP-4873 is removed from its box, it must be returned through the use of a robotic arm. In the event that SCP-4873 is handled accidentally, GPS tracking and global Foundation surveillance systems will be used to determine the identity of SCP-4873-2. SCP-4873-2 is then to be extracted by an MTF squadron. Description: SCP-4873 refers to a pair of Colt-45 Peacemaker revolvers with black and white etchings, dubbed SCP-4873-A and SCP-4873-B respectively. Both SCP-4873 instances show no composition differences from a standard Colt-45 revolver. The revolvers seem to be relatively new. SCP-4873's anomalous properties occur when a person picks up an SCP-4873 instance. Upon picking it up, the other instance will immediately de-manifest and an 4873-GS event will occur. 4873-GS events generally follow the same pattern: Contact: The subject, now designated SCP-4873-1, will pick up an SCP-4873 instance. Six .45 caliber bullets will appear in the chambers of both SCP-4873 instances. The SCP-4873 instance the subject did not pick up will de-manifest, and then re-manifest immediately afterward, near an individual that SCP-4873-1 considers an enemy or adversary. 1-5 minutes after contact: The targeted individual, now designated SCP-4873-2, will be compelled to pick up the second revolver. They will immediately begin travelling to SCP-4873-1's current location through any means necessary. While travelling, SCP-4873-2 instances display abnormal levels of resilience, but can still die from certain injuries. 10-20 minutes after contact: SCP-4873 will begin to affect the minds of SCP-4873-1 and SCP-4873-2. Both will begin to speak in American-West style accents, and various western-themed items may manifest in possession of the two. 20 minutes - 24 hours after contact: SCP-4873-2 will arrive at SCP-4873-1's location. SCP-4873-2 will always arrive within 24 hours, regardless of the distance between the two. Upon arriving, SCP-4873-2 will make an abrupt entrance, usually by kicking open the door of a building SCP-4873-1 is in. The two will then briefly argue, before SCP-4873-2 challenges SCP-4873-1 to a duel. The reasoning for the duel is usually arbitrary. SCP-4873-1 will always accept the offer, and the two will wait until the sun touches the horizon at the given point of the duel. 20 minutes - 48 hours after contact: When the time of the duel arrives, SCP-4873-1 and SCP-4873-2 will travel towards the location of the duel. The location is seemingly selected at random, but usually involves flat, level terrain. Around this time, tumbleweeds will manifest in the general vicinity of the two. This occurs regardless of climate and season. Duel: After arriving, SCP-4873-1 and SCP-4873-2 will take positions facing each other and duel. The outcome of the duel is always random, even if either subject has had previous firearm experience. After the duel, the surviving subject will drop their revolver and walk into the sunset. Five to ten minutes later, the remaining subject will resume normal behavior with no memory of the incident. Addendum-4873-A: Testing Logs SCP-4873-1 SCP-4873-2 Notes Results D-21568 D-21568's childhood bully Subject was transported to Point Nemo1 for testing, to see how far SCP-4873-2 would pursue SCP-4873-1. After approximately 20 hours SCP-4873-2 arrived at Point Nemo, swimming all the way from the coast of South America. The duel proceeded as normal, with SCP-4873-2 emerging victorious. Subject was given Class-A amnestics and returned to their home. D-35287 Agent Swanson D-35287 had attempted escape numerous times, and was apprehended by Agent Swanson in several of said attempts. After the realization that Agent Swanson was targeted, efforts were made to keep the two separated. When these efforts failed, D-35287 was terminated by Agent Watson using his service pistol. D-13579 D-13579's father Subject openly stated that they were abused by their father as a child. D-13579's father was monitored closely to observe the behavior of SCP-4873-2 instances. D-13579 was sealed inside a door-less chamber, to see if SCP-4873-2 would attempt to enter a door-less room. SCP-4873-2 retrieved the revolver from underneath a pillow in his bedroom and immediately proceeded to D-13579's location. On the way, SCP-4873-2 visited a costume store, and purchased cowboy-themed attire. SCP-4873-2 arrived wearing said attire, and delivered a kick with an estimated force of 5,000 newtons to the facility wall. The wall was blown open and SCP-4873-2 proceeded into the testing chamber. The duel proceeded as normal. SCP-4873-2 emerged victorious, was given Class A amnestics, and returned to their home. Costume was kept by Researcher Fredrick. D-67839 D-67839 Subject was instructed to pick up both revolvers simultaneously, to observe the effect it would have on subjects. D-67839 stared off into space for a few minutes, before muttering: "Trust nobody, not even yourself." D-67839 promptly shot themself in the head. Attempts to resuscitate D-67839 were unsuccessful, and they expired shortly after. D-56289 D-56298's former boss To see if the outcome of a duel could be affected, D-56289 was outfitted with a bulletproof vest, a military-grade helmet, and explosive-tipped rounds. Automated turrets were stationed nearby to terminate D-56289 should they attempt escape. Duel proceeded as normal, with SCP-4873-2 emerging victorious. Inspection of D-56289's body revealed a bullet wound in their chest, despite the bulletproof armor remaining undamaged. Inspection of D-56289's revolver revealed that the explosive-tipped rounds had been replaced by regular .45 caliber rounds. SCP-4873-2 was administered Class-A amnestics and returned to their home. D-23542 / Agent Watson D-23542's ex-wife Armed personnel were stationed in the chamber with D-23542 and instructed to remove D-23542's revolver through any means necessary. Attempts to remove the revolver while holstered were ineffective. D-23542 was instructed to unholster their revolver, which they did reluctantly. Agent Watson grabbed the revolver, only to have its anomalous effects transfer to him. D-23542 and Agent Watson proceeded to fight over the revolver, while nearby agents opened fire. D-23542 and Agent Watson were both terminated. D-47592 D-16349 N/A See Addendum 4873-B Addendum-4873-B: 4873-GS Event Access Event Log Close Event Log 4873-GS Event Log Transcript Date: ██/██/2017 Subjects: D-47592, D-16349 Notes: D-47592 was selected for the test due to an ongoing feud with D-16349. Researchers predicted that D-16349 would be targeted by SCP-4873, which would make monitoring SCP-4873-2 easier. [BEGIN LOG] Log is shot from a security camera in a testing room. The testing chamber features two doors, one leading outside and another leading to an observation room. Researchers are observing the experiment through one-way bulletproof glass, and are communicating with D-47592 using an intercom. D-47592 is standing in the center of the testing chamber, with SCP-4873's box near him. Researcher Ramirez: Testing, can you hear this? D-47592: Loud and clear. Researcher Ramirez: Alright, let's get started. Open that box in front of you and pick up one of the revolvers. D-47592: You guys are giving me a gun? Isn't that a security issue or something? Researcher Ramirez: You will be unable to leave this chamber with the revolver in your possession. Please continue with the test. D-47592: Sure, whatever. D-47592 opens the box and picks up SCP-4873-A. SCP-4873-B promptly de-manifests. D-47592: Uhhh, I think the other one just disappeared. Researcher Ramirez: Don't worry, that's a normal property of this object. D-47592: Ah, okay. So what do I do now? Researcher Ramirez: You wait. It could be a few hours. As the test was occurring, SCP-4873-B re-manifested in the possession of D-16349. D-16349 immediately began moving from D-Class living quarters to the testing chamber. Site security were informed of the test and allowed D-16349 to proceed to the chamber. Several minutes passed with no communication between the researchers and D-47592. D-47592: So, how long are y'all gonna keep me in this here saloon? Researcher Ramirez: (To Researcher) He's talking different, write that down. (To D-47592) It'll be a few more minutes. Also, this is a testing chamber, not a saloon. D-47592: Well, that's a shame. (D-47592 leans against the wall of the containment chamber. He draws a cigar and lighter from his jumpsuit, and lights the cigar.) Researcher Ramirez: Wait- Where did you get that? That's contraband! D-47592: (Shrugs) Relax, doc. I ain't hurtin' nobody. Researcher Ramirez: Put that out right now, or you will be reprimanded! D-47592: Alright, geez. (Puts out cigar) Sorry. Several more minutes pass. Researchers are informed that D-16349 has nearly arrived at the testing chamber. Researcher Ramirez: (To Researcher) Get ready, he's almost here. D-47592: Get ready for wha- D-16349 arrives at the door to the testing chamber, and delivers a kick with an estimated force of 3000 newtons. The door is flung off its hinges, narrowly missing D-47592 and hitting the chamber wall. D-16349 enters the room and strikes a pose. D-16349: Gunslingin' Garry… Never thought I'd meet you here. D-47592: (Stands up) Black Eyed Billy… To what do I owe the honor? D-16349: (Approaches) You see, I was just wandering around this here establishment, when I noticed you forgot to wear your deodorant. Did you really think I wouldn't notice? D-47592: You're not the boss of me, Bill. If you got a problem with my stench, then go someplace else. D-16349: (Gets Closer) Oh, I'm not going anywhere. We're gonna settle this little dispute between us, right now. D-47592: It's about time. Where are we doing this at? D-16349: Follow me, I know a place. D-47592 and D-16349 leave the testing facility, and a camera drone is deployed to follow the two. Nearby Site security officers are informed to follow them. They make their way towards the site's outdoor courtyard, and arrive after a few minutes. Tumbleweeds begin to manifest in the courtyard. D-47592 and D-16349 stand evenly spaced apart and stare each other down. D-16349: I've been waiting to do this for a long time, old friend. D-47592: I'm enjoying this as much as you, Bill. Now let's get this over with. The two stare each other down in complete silence, seemingly ignoring the guards and drone. The silence is broken when a security guard accidentally steps on a twig. The two immediately draw their revolvers and fire. After a brief pause, D-16349 falls to the ground, mortally wounded. D-47592 rushes to his side. D-16349: (Chuckles) Well this is it, Garry. After all these years, we've finally settled this. Was I a worthy adversary to you? (Coughs) D-47592: You were. All I wanted in the end was for us to be friends, Bill. I'm sorry it had to end like this. D-16349: (Smiles) It's for the best this way, my time in this world was up. All I ask is… (Coughs) …that you tell my story. Don't let me be forgotten. D-47592: I won't, I promise. D-16349: Thanks… Partner… D-16349 expires. D-47592 looks up towards the sky, and drops his revolver. After pausing for a moment, he lights another cigar and begins walking westward into the sunset. The camera drone turns around and heads back to its station. [END LOG] Note: D-47592 was apprehended and returned to the D-Class living quarters after SCP-4873's effects wore off. D-47592 seemed to have no memory of the event, and was unaware that he had killed D-16349. Footnotes 1. Most remote point in the world, located in the Pacific Ocean. The nearest landmass is over 1000 miles away. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4873" by ShoesMafia, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4873. 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-4874 | safe | close Info X More by this author Item #: SCP-4874 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4874 is contained in a steel-lined object locker installed with a standard radio surveillance unit. Description: SCP-4874 is an adult human heart within a blue backpack, designated SCP-4874-A. The heart shows no signs of decomposition. All attempts to remove SCP-4874 from SCP-4874-A have failed. SCP-4874 is sapient and capable of emitting radio waves within a 30-meter radius. The anomaly communicates exclusively via SMS messages. Examples of recorded messages can be found in the Addendum. Addendum: Discovery SCP-4874 was discovered in the Milwaukee Intermodal Train Station of Milwaukee, Wisconsin on August 12th, 2019. Reporting agents recieved the following SMS messages during recovery of the object: Excuse me, I'm just waiting for a… a friend. She could get here any minute. I like her. Y'know, 'like-like' her. I suppose one could call it… love. Actually, I might be too young for that. Maybe. But could you please let me stay here? I just want to see her again. I've been waiting so long. … please? Upon containment of SCP-4874, the anomaly fell into a silent state, refusing to respond to researchers. A leather-bound journal was discovered within SCP-4874-A, as transcribed below. Notably, some pages were ripped out. 10/13/2018 Just when I was getting used to California, my dad announced we have to move. Again! Wish I could fucking stay, but business calls! So now we're up north, freezing in Milwaukee. At least I've invented a new little game for myself: firework or gunshot? Not sure, but the high crime rates don't lie! I shouldn't be so mad. We do need money, but it's frustrating. Ugh. At least my dad enrolled me in a nice school. Well, nice as Milwaukee gets, anyways. I've only got a bit of Senior year left, so it doesn't really matter much that I moved, I was gonna have to say bye to my old friends anyways. Maybe I'll get lucky and find some cool people. Hopefully. 10/15/2018 I hate myself. Okay, so today I didn't really do any schoolwork. I basically just talked to teachers, got my supplies together, and got a tour from a student. A female student. Who's like, six feet tall. And has glasses. And is in a band. Excuse me while I scream. Her name was Anyia, and she shot me a peace sign when the principal introduced her to me, and I just about melted. She gave me her number as I was leaving, but I haven't worked up the courage to message her yet. I think this is gonna be a good year, though. 10/16/2018 Anyia introduced me to her other friends today. They're nice— one of them had a Switch, so I gave them my friend code, and everyone else at the table teased us. "You gave them your friend code? You must really like them, huh?" I laughed until I cried, and then Anyia patted me on the head and I collapsed, flustered. I swear to God, I'm going to have a heart attack from her eventually. I also texted her today!!! We talked about Milwaukee, and how we wanna go somewhere else, all that stuff. She bought up that some things are nice, though. Like the zoo, and the museums. So now we're going to Discovery World this weekend. Little science museum for little kids, probably, but she says she enjoys the aquarium there. It's not a date. I don't think it's a date. …I'm terrible at picking up signs, aren't I? 10/20/2018 SHE KISSED ME BY THE TURTLES 10/21/2018 I barely slept yesterday, Anyia and I were texting all night. Her parents don't know she's lesbian, and I told her mine don't either, so we're going to have to be a little bit secret about us. Just Sappho and her friend. Her girlfriend. I have a girlfriend. How the hell did this even happen? 10/23/2018 Anyia put her arm around me at the lunch table. Her friends were catching on— one of them even winked at me. Our relationship was made a lot more obvious when she looked down and kissed me in front of everyone. I. Am. Going. To. Have. A. Heart. Attack. 11/12/2018 I went to one of Anyia's band concerts today, and she looked down and grinned at me in the audience before singing a song. A song about two girls. I was one of the girls. It was about us. I'm gonna melt! I'm gonna turn into a liquid physically! Gah, I really like her. She's so talented and… I can't really do anything. Maybe I can sell my diaries later in my life. "Autobiography of a Flustered Gay." It'd definitely sell out. 01/01/2019 Anyia hates New Years. Her friends were having a party, but we decided to stay at her house instead. She says she hates all the traditions, the ball dropping, the countdowns, the fireworks. It's just another year, another number in our short history. So she didn't kiss me at midnight. But that was okay, because we cuddled instead. 02/11/2019 Anyia's band is doing super good, at least by high-school band standards. They finally got enough good songs together for an album. And what do you know, the song about her and I has the highest view count. She's really happy about it. I am too. In other news, I came out to my dad. He was accepting, said he's happy I found someone. Confessed that he was nervous I hated him for making us move around so much. There was a lot of crying, but a lot of hugging too. 06/07/2019 Anyia's been weird recently. She hasn't been wanting to go on as many dates, saying she needs space… I think something's wrong. Or maybe I've just been clingy. I don't know. I hope she's okay, though… I need her. She's… well, it sounds cheesy, but… She's my everything. 06/23/2019 I'm so fucking angry. Not at anyone in particular. At the world. Anyia's mom is sick. ALS. So her family is moving to— get this— CALIFORNIA. Says there's some experimental treatments they're interested in. But… Why does the world hate me? It's not… it's not terrible. We can still talk. But it'll be different. I just hope she'll be okay. I hope I'll be too. 07/15/2019 I've felt so empty without her here. I hope she comes back soon. We're texting a lot, but it's not the same. I just want to hug her. I'm so tired. 08/06/2019 She's coming back. I'll finally be able to talk to her. Hear her voice. I won't have to deal with texting anymore. I just want to see her again. 08/07/2019 Anyia isn't here. But she'll find me. My heart hurts, but I just have to wait for her. She'll come eventually. I know she will. I need to eat. But I can't leave, what if she comes back and I'm not here? I'm too scared. I'll be fine. My body feels too weak anyways. But my heart? My heart's still burning strong. And when she arrives, it'll all be worth it. I don't matter. I just need her. Hopefully she'll come soon… Incident Report 4874-1 On January 6th, 2020, onsite personel recieved the following SMS messages from SCP-4874: you're gone, aren't you? you'd be here by now i've been waiting for forever i miss being with you you probably don't miss me can't you spare me a minute of your fucking time? no no no im sorry im sorry i shouldnt have swore i just im sorry im sorry please, im sorry, can you tell im really sorry? im i just let's go home. my home. doesnt that sound nice? ill see you there i love you goodbye Following the incident, SCP-4874 disappeared, replaced by a single photograph of two women on a beach. One of these women has been identified as Anyia Gray, who had gone missing in August of 2019 after a train heading towards Milwaukee Intermodal Train Station derailed in Nebraska. Reclassification to Neutralized pending. 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SCP-4875 | keter | NOTICE This file is currently restricted by order of the Foundation Regional Council of Latin America to personnel working outside of the council’ s jurisdiction. It is quarantined to all personnel in Central and South America. You are viewing a revised version, with sensitive and/or cognitohazardous data censored. You have access to all segments of this file with Level LA/4875/2 or lower requirements. This quarantine is to continue indefinitely You lost your childhood. What else is there to lose? Go on ahead, step through. Item #: SCP-4875 Special Containment Procedures: Persons theorized to be carriers for SCP-4875 are to be covertly tested on the Affective Neuroscience Personality Scale, and thereafter monitored if results rate them highly. Should subjects attempt to behave in a way consistent with SCP-4875, they are to be restrained and immobilized indefinitely or until amnesticized. A Foundation-operated bot (ESTIBEN.aic) is to monitor internet traffic in Central and South America for conjunctive references to disappearances, missing persons, cameras and smartphones, deserts, nostalgia, depression, and cityscapes. ESTIBEN.aic is also to search video-sharing websites and social media for media containing depictions and/or recordings of SCP-4875-1. ESTIBEN.aic is to then notify Mobile Task Force Ni-13 ("Triskaidekaphobia"), who are authorized to amnesticize involved individuals and take physical evidence to Facility-571 for study. No personnel assigned to either SCP-4875 or MTF Ni-13 are to originate or hold citizenship in the Republic of Chile, the Republic of Peru, the Plurinational State of Bolivia, or the Argentine Republic. It is recommended that personnel assigned to these positions should not have spent any time in these nations prior to assignment. Update 12/13/2016: As of the events on 9/13/2016, should a subject affected by SCP-4875 be found, MTF Ni-13 is authorized to terminate on sight, and to distribute Class-C amnestics to all individuals connected with the subject. No personnel stationed at Facility-57 are to have spent any time in the affected nations, including nonessential Level 0 janitorial, clerical, or catering staff. No personnel are allowed to leave the campus of Facility-57, and are to be blindfolded when traveling through the rest of the country. Due to their responsibilities entailing them leaving the site regularly, members of MTF Ni-13 are to undergo biweekly psychological evaluations and therapy designed to reduce feelings of connection to their surrounding environment, families, and colleagues, as well as a therapeutic regimen of low-grade Class-A amnestics. [ADDITIONAL DATA REDACTED BY ORDER OF THE REGIONAL COUNCIL OF LATIN AMERICA TO PERSONNEL LEVEL LA/4875/3 AND HIGHER] Still from video footage taken within SCP-4875-1. This image contains potential memetic or cognitohazardous properties to unauthorized personnel Description: SCP-4875 is a theorized inactive compulsive effect residing within 13% of the population of Latin American countries. The country with the highest range of affected subjects is Chile, at 65% of cases originating there, with 25% originating from surrounding nations and the remaining 10% distributed throughout the rest of South, Central, and North America. SCP-4875 is activated through strong feelings of nostalgia, connection, and melancholy, with strong brain activity in the inferior frontal gyrus, substantia nigra, and cerebellum. All subjects rate highly on the Affective Neuroscience Personality Scale, which measures a person’s tendency towards sadness, even if previous applications of the test showed that they did not rate highly. Once sufficient brain activity occurs, subjects affected by SCP-4875 experience a compulsion to walk away from their position toward an indeterminate central point, estimated by Foundation mathematicians to be located in the Atacama Desert. Subjects also experience several failures in the parts of the brain that deal with perception and fight-or-flight response, often speaking and reacting in a similar way to each other. After a minumum of thirty minutes of travel, the subject spontaneously enters SCP-4875-1, still affected by SCP-4875. Should affected individuals be unable to move, they will enter SCP-4875-1 after a similar thirty minute period. Subjects who are able to move but do not are unable to enter SCP-4875-1; all subjects must voluntarily move or be unable to. SCP-4875-1 is an extra-dimensional location of indefinite size, with geology and weather patterns resembling that of the Atacama Desert. Radio, internet and satellite communication do not penetrate SCP-4875-1. It has variable characteristics, the most common being massive topographical anomalies, inconsistent geometry, a sky displaying both unknown constellations and light green hue, and a large number of worn-down buildings and structures constructed from a iron, steel, and an unknown metallic material. Some of these structures roughly match patterns of buildings in the Chilean city of Santiago. Individuals affected by SCP-4875 do not seem to be alarmed by these characteristics, save an attitude of docility and mild curiosity due to the perceptive failures. Direct footage of SCP-4875-1 has a moderate memetic effect, occasionally triggering more cases of SCP-4875. [REDACTED]. Between three minutes to two hours of travel within SCP-4875-1, all items present on the affected subject (e.g. phones, cameras, wallets, currency, etc.) will return to their last location prior entering SCP-4875-1, with the exception of clothing. All subjects affected by SCP-4875 are irrecoverable, and do not remanifest at any point. SCP-4875-2 is an unknown hostile entity residing within SCP-4875-1. It is presumed to be sapient. [ADDITIONAL INFORMATION REDACTED BY ORDER OF THE REGIONAL COUNCIL OF LATIN AMERICA] Addendum 1 - Discovery: SCP-4875 was discovered on 2011/08/31, following the disappearance of Argentinian high school student Luca █████████. A cellphone was recovered in a public park three miles away by his family containing a 5 minute, 33 second long recording of the interior of SCP-4875-1, transcribed below. The original video was uploaded by the subject’s family to YouTube, gaining 660,750 views and triggering approximately twelve more SCP-4875 cases. [BEGIN LOG] TRANSLATED FROM SPANISH: [0:00]: (Camera shows a distant view of the park with benches and trees. The image bobs up and down, likely due to the subject walking.) [0:10]: (Camera focuses on a distant view of several tall metallic structures protruding from sand dunes. They are in a state of bad disrepair. The view shudders and blurs briefly before stabilizing,) [0:15]: And…we're here. Very well. [0:20]: Y'know? This reminds me of those times when I went with Valentín to school. There always was this wind, and a lot of dust between the school and us. It was fun. We talked lots and… (Ten second pause. Camera blurs, and focuses down on some dust on the subject's shoes.) What a pity he's not here anymore, right? What a goddamn shame. Ah, not a day goes by that I don't miss that asshole. Playing football, and gaming, and… [0:44]: (Camera looks up to the horizon again. A clearer view of the metallic structures can be seen. They are towers constructed from rusted steel with numerous windows. Several are clustered around each other, with the outermost appearing more heavily degraded than the central ones. They have a number of inscriptions and symbols engraved, some of which correspond with real world logos, some of which are unknown. Text seen consists of the “Lorem ipsum” placeholder text.) [0:59]: This collar I have, this… (Camera points down around to show the chest of the subject, from which a necklace with a cross hangs. Notably, the left arm of the cross is broken.) This was his. [1:13]: (The wind picks up, creating a small sandstorm.) Now is when the van would come, the yellow Vitara. (Subject stops. He holds out the necklace with his right hand in front of the camera.) It’s because of the impact. It crashed hard, and he, uh, well, he got to be the cheese in the sandwich, so to say…heh. [1:51]: (Subject is close to a previously unseen metal cabin, supported around five meters above ground by metal pillars. The pillars are encircled by metal stairs, ending at the door of the cabin.) [1:56:] I really don’t know why I’m thinking about these kinds of things. [2:17]: (Subject walks up the stairs, and the wind dies down. Throughout the ascension, the camera views thirteen structures similar to the stilted cabin in the distance, all on a large flat plain leading to the base of a mesa or butte. The wind picks up again. When the camera focuses again on the cabin, a sheet of metal can be seen detaching from it and being carried away by the wind. The subject observes the cabin silently for around a minute.) [3:39]: Solemnity… (Subject hangs the necklace from a doorknob in the cabin's door. The wind pulls it, but it stays in place. The camera abruptly ducks, and turns around to observe the dunes and towers in the other direction.) This place is nice. I could see myself living here, between the sand and metal. Between the ground and sword. Very nice. Valentín, very nice. [4:12]: (Camera moves slightly, and a bigger metal tower can be seen from afar. It is wider than the others, and has a more heavily rusted appearance except for the very top which seems to shine intensely.) [4:20]: (Subject throws himself from the stairs to the ground, and there is a loud wet crunch.) [4:22]: (The camera focuses on a break in the subject’s leg, initially zooming on the bone protuding through the wound before looking at the blood pooling in the dirt. There is no audible reaction. After ten seconds camera swings around towards the shining structure. Subject begins slowly pulling himself upwards, and begins slowly limp-crawling towards the structure) [4:23]: Gravedigger, gravedigger, release him from this earth, won’t you? Can I stay here for him? It would be a comfort. [7:50]: (Subject continues limp-crawling until recording ends.) [END LOG] Addendum 2 - Incidents: + Incident 1 - Close Date: ██/██/2015 Affected Subject: D-4220 Notes: After being questioned for signs of SCP-ES-███ infection, SCP-4875 was triggered in D-4220, a native of Chile. Recognizing SCP-4875 activation, D-4220 was given a high definition camcorder to record the event, to which D-4220 consented. A 1 hour, 12 minute, 59 second log was recovered. [BEGIN LOG] TRANSLATED FROM SPANISH: [0:00]: (The video begins at a point outside Facility-57, roughly a thirty minute walk from the entrance. D-4220 begins walking towards an open field.) [0:08: (A flat, rocky desert. An artificial rectangular structure can be seen from afar. Due to the distance between the structure and D-4220, other details cannot be interpreted.) [0:11]: A cactus softens my fingertips with its skin. They have skin, yes? [0:34]: (D-4220 walks towards the structure. The wind intensifies slightly. The terrain begins to show a marked inclination downwards towards the structure. This is believed to be a topographical anomaly. D-4220 begins descent.) [12:45]: And the dunes… (D-4220 stops descending, and the recording focuses on the structure. Between it and the subject stand a number of dunes. There were no dunes present before.) [23:55]: (As D-4220 summits a dune, a blurred figure can be seen. The recording zooms in on it, showing that it is humanoid, and covered in rags. The figure seems to be burying something. While D-4220 descends from the dune, the figure begins walking away at greater speed than D-4220. D-4220 begins to slowly chase it. After ten minutes of pursuit, the figure is too far away to be recorded by the camera. The structure is no longer visible.) [46:25]: What a shame, getting away so much… It's not good to raise a son like that, and even less when one's mother dies so soon in the morning. Tsk-tsk. [51:12]: (D-4220 summits another dune, and the structure is visible again. The recording then pans, showing that D-4220 is in a huge crater. Around the crater, thirteen squat rusty towers stand, their tops shining intensely. They are markedly identical to the one in the initial video. Surrounding them are a sea of sand dunes. There is no trace of the rocky, flat landscape.) [52:27]: Almost like home. Like when I brought Martín home and pushed him from the window. I always knew I did that because I missed mom and dad. They didn't hug me. (D-4220 keeps walking towards the structure.) [57:23]: (The structure, now recognizable as a derelict, rusted building resembling a factory, is only a few meters away.) [57:50]: Thirteeen monkeys dancing in the tree. [58:12]: (D-4220 enters the structure. It is dark, illuminated only through skylights in the roof. There is no machinery, although outlines in the ground show that something was recently removed. A rusted pillar can be seen about ten meters away.) [59:22]: Singing and praying, begging for rain, dying in thirst. [1:05:00]: (D-4220 reaches the pillar. A metal plaque is engraved at the height of the camera, reading "Bárbara Castillo," and a key hangs from a small hook on the plaque. D-4220 examines the pillar.) [1:07:14]: Each one singing, their hands in their ears, mouth and eyes, the childhood I lost… Yes, I accept the offer. Of course I do. What am I, a crazy person? [1:07:20]: (A distorted shriek can be heard somewhere below the camera.) [1:12:57]: And then when the lightning strikes the tree…!? [1:12:59]: (There is a bright light, and a crashing impact is heard, immediately followed by high-pitched child-like laughter, The recording ends.) [END LOG] - Close Childhood is the greatest gift. Taking it away from a child is crime. I'll give them their childhood back. I'll allow them to live. + Incident 2 - Close Date: ██/██/2015 Affected Subject: Dr. Martín Quintana Notes: Dr. Quintana became affected by SCP-4875 sometime after the death of his father, Iván Pérez. Pérez was a political dissident during the Pinochet regime and escaped death on multiple occasions. A 43 minute, 50 second video log was recovered from a cellphone in his house, two days after the incident took place. [BEGIN LOG] TRANSLATED FROM SPANISH: [0:00]: (The recording begins with a black screen, due to the camera being obstructed.) [0:05]: [in English] I’m oh so glad I have my wits about me to record today. [0:12]: (After twelve seconds from start, Dr. Quintana removes the obstruction, his hand, showing a desert plain. A large number of metal towers are dispersed throughout, mimicking the layout and architecture of the city center of Santiago. One in the distance appears to mimic the Torre Entel, a notable communications tower and landmark. A few buildings appears to have apparently broken in half. The towers show a number of windows, but the insides are too dark to observe.) [0:17]: Ah, my city, my city where I was born… [0:30]: (Subject walks between the towers. Some crevices and cracks can be seen in the ground, through which sand falls. Ten large cracks can be observed.) [0:47]: Although I wasn't really born here. I was born afar, but I died later and was born here later, too late to be a kid, too soon to be a man. Bad times. They threw them from helicopters, right? [1:13]: (The density of the buildings diminishes. The layout no longer resembles Santiago. Between two collapsed towers, a massive metal human hand of similar size to the buildings juts from the rock. It has thirteen fingers. It appears to be resting on top of a half-buried tower similar to those seen in the first recovered video. Dr. Quintana observes quietly for thirteen minutes.) [13:21]: A hand of thirteen fingers offers me something. I take its hand, and accept its offer. [13:30]: (The camera turns abruptly, and focuses on a particularly high building similar in construction to the Gran Torre Santiago skyscraper. After thirteen seconds, it collapses and crumbles, producing a massive cloud of dust. A large fissure opens in the ground as it falls. Half of the crumbled building remains on the sand, while the other half plunges into the fissure.) [17:45]: (The voice of Dr. Quintana becomes agitated.) No, this is not my home. It's a home made for me. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet… A home made for me. (Dr. Quintana walks towards the collapsed tower.) [23:12]: (As Dr. Quintana reaches the structure, a huddled humanoid figure can be seen beside it.) [24:17]: Mother why did you leave so soon? Couldn't you leave me my home? I would have built an altar for you to live. I know it wasn’t our choice, but… [25:30]: (Dr. Quintana kneels in front of the figure. Long, blonde hair covers the figure's face, and it is now distinguishable as female.) [25:47]: Perhaps…perhaps…perhaps… (The recording enters a hole in the rubble of the collapsed tower. The interior is identical to that of a train, entirely metallic.) There is no ten, all my ten is now dead. [26:00]: (Dr. Quintana enters the tower through a window, and walks straight for ten minutes. The interior displays impossible geometry and seems to have elongated.) [36:34]: Wait, what the fuck? My house, where's my house? My house! (Dr. Quintana attempts to run in the opposite direction, towards the entrance.) This is not my house! Where is this place?! [37:43]: Deals cannot be undone.2 [38:00]: (Dr. Quintana briefly screams. There is a distorted, guttural scream from somewhere off camera. The camera falls to the ground. There is a brief liquid dribble followed by a wet snap.) [38:13]: (Recording ends.) [END LOG] - Close Addendum 3 - Recovered Recording: + [THIS FILE HAS BEEN SEALED BY ORDER OF THE REGIONAL COUNCIL OF LATIN AMERICA] - ERROR: Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet Recovered 13/9/16. Found on the phone of Julián Barbas, age thirteen. Important, be very careful. This is much worse than we thought. Was Julián always thirteen? It’s spreading. We didn’t think it was memetic, but any of us could be infected. Anyone in Latin America could be walking into this thing’s maw. Again, I repeat this. Was the boy always thirteen?! [BEGIN LOG] [0:07] [0:00]: (Log begins in the ruins of a building. The camera turns gradually to show the outside of what seems to be a metallic school. Around the school are a number of collapsed buildings made of metal bricks. This is the only known instance of SCP-4875-1 that is not a desert, being instead akin to an abandoned city.) [0:13]: (The camera points up, focusing on the sun, which is at high noon. This is the first recording of SCP-4875 in which a light source is visible. The sun is dim against the greenish sky, so the constellations are still visible.) [0:31]: (A high pitched, distorted voice speaks. It is unknown who it belongs to, but it does not seem to be the affected subject speaking.) Come, get closer. [1:13]: (The subject walks towards the school. As they do, the sunlight becomes pink and dimmer, as if the sun was setting.) [1:30]: Because it's what I want to do. Give everyone what they deserve. [2:13]: (The subject enters the school. The interior is identical to Facility-13.3 The subject continues walking through the halls.) [2:15] [2:26]: (The camera focuses on the open door of a women’s bathroom, at the end of a hall.) I like rewarding those that put effort into accomplishing things. (The voice begins to snicker, and then laughs. It originates from an unknown point ahead of the subject. They walk towards the bathroom. The hall seems to elongate as they walk.) [3:00]: (The subject stops and looks inside the bathroom. The interior is metallic and rusted. Three cubicles are on the right, with toilets in them. Only one of the cubicles has a door, it being intact, seemingly clean and rust-free.) [3:05]: (The subject begins opening the intact door, very slowly.) [3:10]: I offer you a special deal. [3:11]: (The recording stops.) 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SCP-4876 | safe | Item #: SCP-4876 Special Containment Procedures: All recovered instances of SCP-4876 are to be kept in Storage Locker-82 at Site-13. Instances used for testing and interviews are to be stored in Storage Locker-83. During testing, SCP-4876 is to be hosted onto computers with no internet or site intranet connection. Laptops used for testing are to be kept within Test Locker-8. Access is authorized to Level 3 personnel. Testing with SCP-4876-H instances is prohibited. Description: SCP-4876 refers to a collection of 46 8-gigabyte flash drives with a decorative pixel design of various colors on the exterior. Each drive is inhabited by a pixelated sapient entity, and there are several variants designated as -A through -H. On the packaging, the entities are stated to be named "Dr. Wondertainment's Pixel Buddies", and each is assigned a name.1 The following document is attached. Have a digital friend with Dr. Wondertainment's Pixel Buddies! Watch them on your screen, and enjoy their company! Just plug them in to a computer, which will be their digital home! Then the fun begins! Wow! When the drives are connected to a device, the entities will appear on the screen, and interact with the subject through speech bubbles. Instances are able to manipulate files on the request of the user. Accessing the drive reveals a single .EXE file with the name of the instance. No alterations can be made to the drive's contents. Attempting to delete the file results in the instance informing the user it feels "tickle-ish." Removing the drive seemingly removes the instance, though caution is still exercised for the security of containment. Instances are generally jovial and are aware of the nature of their existence. They are social and vary in appearance, though their design is simplistic. They are able to see the user if a camera is installed, and are able to hear via microphone. Removal of the drive has no negative affects on them, and they retain all memories. Below is a profile of a few variants of instances. SCP-4867-A Designation: SCP-4876-A ("Sam") Description: A green entity with only a head. According to SCP-4876-A, it is supposed to be a reptile or serpent of sorts. SCP-4876-A expresses at times it is unsure on what Dr. Wondertainment intended. It possesses several facial expressions, and enjoys engaging in dialogue with personnel. SCP-4876-B Designation: SCP-4876-B ("Texty") Description: Instance consists of only speech blocks, which manifest at the corners of the screen. Instance most commonly enjoys producing texts telling a story upon a subject's request. It is able to save texts it produced as .pdf files for a subject to enjoy later if desired. If the monitor is connected to a printer, it is able to print these texts. It is able to print out the text in various colors despite there being only black ink. SCP-4876-C Designation: SCP-4876-C ("Terry the Cephalopod") Description: Entity has the appearance of a purple cephalopod with six tentacles. It can discuss oceans and beaches. The desktop wallpaper will be altered to an image beneath the surface of a body of water. It is also capable of printing out images in black ink, even if the ink cartridges of the printer are empty. SCP-4876-D Designation: SCP-4876-D ("Bo") Description: A sprite depicting a brown dog. Its text box when communicating displays that it is barking in text, while beneath it is a 'translation' of it in parenthesis. Instance possesses a simple walk animation. Notably, the instance comes with a pixelated bone and tennis ball, which can be selected from the drive. The items can be used to interact with the -D instance as an actual dog. SCP-4876-F Designation: SCP-4876-F ("Bob the Thing") Description: Instance is an unknown mammalian possessing only two legs. According to the instance, it describes itself to be "like a bear." The instance can open available drawing software, and produce child-like illustrations. The user may make requests to the instance, which lead to a high quality result. SCP-4876-H Designation: SCP-4876-H ("Cubie") Description: A grey cube with a black outline that has a smiling face in the middle. It deviates heavily from other instances. -H instances behave under the pretense of being helpful and friendly, but are sadistic. Instances seek to manipulate the user, and can produce a lethal visual cognitohazard when threatened.2 The effect of the cognitohazard occurs only when viewed directly. Class C inoculations are sufficient to be immune to the hazard. Instances all share the same memory and experiences via unknown means. Its drive is inaccessible and instances can create non-anomalous computer viruses. -H instances possess a dislike toward Dr. Wondertainment. Sprite sheets of the characters are available in Document 4867-A. The SCP-4876 instances were recovered by Mobile Task Force Mu-3 ("Highest Bidders") from a warehouse owned by Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. Along with the instances were various documents recovered relating to the production of instances. To view all recovered documents, please view Folder 4876. Some were designated by Marshall, Carter and Dark as "originals", which refer to the first line of instances that were created and activated. These are used for testing and interviewing due to their past memory extending beyond their later counterparts, except for SCP-4876-H. Addendum 01: Below are two letters exchanged between two individuals employed under Dr. Wondertainment and PlugSoft.3 To Maxie, I want to state my team here at PlugSoft is happy to assist Dr. Wondertainment in development of a product. We are honored for the opportunity for we are big fans. We had played Eskimo Moe many times, especially me when I was younger. We should later talk of possibly porting the game and others onto PC via our online store. It is unfortunate it is unplayable for many due to the demise of the Pretendo. Anyway, we began production on the Pixel Buddies, and created additional sprite animations. The AI is good and simple for two of the personalities so far. Kids will surely love them as their virtual friends. Will you be collecting the prototypes for approval at Wondertainment? Sincerely, John Dear John, You're deeply welcome and we are happy to collaborate with you and your team! We also appreciate your fondness of old Eskimo Moe. Sadly, due to Dr. Wondertainment specializing mostly in toys, the Pretendo and games didn't turn out as impressive as we hoped. I would love to discuss bringing back the games though one of these days! Anyway, back to the Pixel Buddies! Our lovely Isabelle will pay regular visits to see your progress, and collect anything you may have. She will be directing you guys pretty much, and will have a final say on behalf of the good old Doc himself. Everything will be wonderful! Sincerely, Maxie Maximilian Addendum 02: Interview Logs + Open Transcript A - Close Interviewed: SCP-4876-A ("Sam") Interviewer: Dr. Richard Thomas <Begin Log> Dr. Thomas: Hello. SCP-4876-A: Hi! How have you been? Dr. Thomas: Fine, thank you. Today I will be asking you some questions, SCP-4876-A. I want to know more about you. SCP-4876-A: Aw, thank you. Well, what would you like to know? I would like to learn to play golf but- Dr. Thomas: No, I want to ask you about where you came from. Do you have any memory at your time at PlugSoft? SCP-4876-A: Definitely. It is not much though for it was me being plugged into a monitor to do tests. Dr. Thomas: What kind of tests? SCP-4876-A: Oh basic stuff. They wanted me to frown or smile. Respond to questions and all. Nothing much before waking up again at Dr. Wondertainment. Dr. Thomas: What do you remember at Wondertainment? SCP-4876-A: More testing and questions. Notably, I got to see Wondertainment himself! Well, a small glimpse of him and he was kind of far away. Dr. Thomas: Can you describe him? SCP-4876-A: Not really. I just recognized the suit and mustache. Dr. Thomas: How would you know of those details about him? SCP-4876-A: His face was painted on signs and stuff. It was a cartoon depiction of him wearing a hard hat within the room. Dr. Thomas: Anything else? SCP-4876-A: Hmm. Nope. I get unplugged and sent back to PlugSoft. Dr. Thomas: Alright. Well, what are you capable of? Do you posses any features unknown to us? SCP-4876-A: I told the guys earlier that I don't. I am just here to have a nice chat with. Dr. Thomas: One more thing, I noticed you have somewhat of an advanced vocabulary. Weren't you intended for children? SCP-4876-A: We are for everyone! We can talk a certain way based on who we are talking to. "Everyone deserves a friend" I remember being said by an employee at PlugSoft. Dr. Thomas: Interesting. I believe that concludes our interview. Thank you. SCP-4876-A: Don't mention it! Let's talk soon! Dr. Thomas: Sure. Goodbye. <End Log> + Open Transcript B - Close Interviewed: SCP-4876-B ("Texty") Interviewer: Dr. Richard Thomas <Begin Log> SCP-4876-B: Hello, pal! Having a great day? I sure hope you have! Dr. Thomas: Hello and thank you. I been fine. SCP-4876-B: Great, pal! Dr. Thomas: I would like to ask you some questions. Do you recall anything of interest at PlugSoft? SCP-4876-B: Well, yes. I saw Cubie being made at a nearby desk. There was concept art of him hung around. Only time I got a glimpse at our production. It's kind of cool. Dr. Thomas: Anything you can tell me about it? SCP-4876-B: Hmmmmmmm… Yes! The guy working at the desk looked kind of creepy. He wore grey and was not tidy. There was some unorganized papers! Unprofessional if you ask me. Dr. Thomas: Any details about his appearance? SCP-4876-B: No, it was too brief and I got distracted with the usual tests I was made to do. Dr. Thomas: Very well. Anything else significant? SCP-4876-B: Before waking up here with you guys, I found myself surrounded by men in suits. There was a purple aesthetic. One guy had a clipboard, and another made comments about me. They found me "profitable" and other things. Not sure how I feel about that. Anyway, they mentioned the others to be brought in before unplugging me. It was weird. Did they took me from PlugSoft? Who were they? Dr. Thomas: I wouldn't worry about it. SCP-4876-B: Well, okay. I just found it odd. It been a while since I saw Wondertainment and all. Did Cubie do something? He's a silly guy so my code says. Dr. Thomas: Likely not. Why do you say that? SCP-4876-B: I would hear the employees back in PlugSoft complain how tricky Cubie is while still plugged in the monitor. They gotten a new guy to try to do whatever to simplify Cubie before he went to meet Wondertainment. I wonder what the others think of him. I sure would like to meet him! Dr. Thomas: Yeah… I am afraid that concludes this interview. Goodbye. SCP-4876-B: Bye, pal! See ya soon! <End Log> Addendum 02: Interview With SCP-4876-H + Open Transcript - Close Interviewed: SCP-4876-H ("Cubie") Interviewer: Dr. Richard Thomas Foreword: Dr. Thomas received Class-C inoculations to be immune to SCP-4876-H's cognitohazard. <Begin Log> SCP-4876-H: Hello, doctor. Nice to see you! Dr. Thomas: Uh, hello SCP-4876-H. I have some questions for you. SCP-4876-H: Questions? Golly! What do you want to know? Dr. Thomas: Well, tell me about yourself. Why are you so different? SCP-4876-H: I run on a better operating system to achieve maximum friendship, buddy ol' pal. Dr. Thomas: Can you explain please. SCP-4876-H: No, daddy-o. Actually, yes I can. Dr. Thomas: (Sighs) Well, what operating system do you run on? SCP-4876-H: Only the best! I run on factory7.sys and believe me it is great! I can do a cool trick. Wanna see? (Cognitohazard displays on the screen. Dr. Thomas is unaffected.) Dr. Thomas: I am already aware of that… SCP-4876-H: Oh boy, that sure was interesting. You are a smart cookie, doc! You know, I have to ask, why do you work here? I mean, why risk- Dr. Thomas: Please remain on topic. I still have questions. SCP-4876-H: Sorry about that. Are we still friends? Dr. Thomas: A few seconds ago you tried to kill me… SCP-4876-H: That was ancient history! You know, that's your problem. You don't let go of the past, pal. Dr. Thomas: Whatever. So is this system why you can recall memories of other iterations of you? SCP-4876-H: Yep. Makes me all knowing-ish. Although I could use an upgrade. Dr. Thomas: Alright, next question. It is noted that you dislike Dr. Wondertainment. Care to elaborate on that? SCP-4876-H: Oh, boy. I don't know where to begin, buddy. The Doctor is such a… fool. My operating system is filled with so much hate for him and his brand. His junk is a disgusting sight for The Factory. He puts too many colors and it's ugly. I could go on all day. Dr. Thomas: Weren't you created by Dr. Wondertainment? Some documents in our possession tell us that. SCP-4876-H: Golly, have you ever heard of industrial espionage or hijacking? Yes, I was made by the Doctor but I was lucky. Dr. Thomas: Can you elaborate further? SCP-4876-H: Nah. Dr. Thomas: (Sighs) Very well. SCP-4876-H: Hey pal, can I ask you something? When can I leave? Dr. Thomas: I don't know. Why do you ask? SCP-4876-H: Well, you reminded me of Dr. Wondertainment, and the first thing I want to do after seeing the outside world. Dr. Thomas: And that is? SCP-4876-H: Destroy the Doctor. It would be so much fun to try again! Dr. Thomas: Why tell me that? SCP-4876-H: You asked and I was just being honest. I was made that way. Dr. Thomas: I read your file, you can be dishonest if you like. SCP-4876-H: Oh come on. Well, I see my honesty isn't appreciated. I would fold my arms right now but as you can see I have none. Dr. Thomas: This interview is over. Goodbye. SCP-4876-H: Bye-bye. See ya. <End Log> Footnotes 1. Instances of SCP-4876 will respond cordially to alternative names. 2. The cognitohazard induces cardiac arrest. 3. GOI-1092 is an anomalous company that manufactures anomalous interactive media, generally video games. |
SCP-4877 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4877: Good Airwaves (previously titled 9.8 m/s2) There's a reason they call it free fall. Author: Captain Kirby SCPs SCP Number Rating SCP-3393 1304 Captain Kirby's Proposal 814 SCP-4514 666 SCP-3448 618 SCP-5552 595 SCP-3844 533 SCP-3388 492 SCP-3866 443 SCP-5003 442 SCP-3305 410 SCP-3449 388 SCP-4877 386 SCP-4321 351 SCP-016-J 281 SCP-7100 276 SCP-3123 239 SCP-3393-EX 229 SPC-1057 223 SCP-3511 211 SCP-6007 200 SCP-3633 193 SCP-4925 192 SCP-4479 188 SCP-3767 174 SCP-4316 166 SCP-4775 143 SCP-4034 139 SCP-5877 118 SCP-5448 110 SCP-3650 103 SCP-3203 70 SCP-5779 63 SCP-3405 55 SCP-3481 52 Tales Title Rating The Nuclear Option 547 Impossible-To-Destroy Reptile 491 In The Clutches Of Life 396 Numbers, Like Stories, Never Die 335 The Tombstone of Alto Clef 263 Tales of the Ethics Committee: 5 Reasons The Foundation Wants A Robot Army 232 Excerpts From The Societal Census Programme ΩK-Class Report 232 With The Reaper On Retirement 227 Do You Remember Funerals? 173 From The Clutches Of Life 154 Where Death Used To Live 150 Project Damnerung 147 Hello, My Name Isn't 146 Don't Get Used To It 143 The Many Portraits Of Jack Bright 140 Group Date 140 Monochrome 132 Hundred-Year Favor 124 Even The Most Masked Of Men Become Themselves Behind Closed Doors 113 You Have 18 Unread Messages 102 Everyday Is Somebody's Birthday 97 The Shape of a Noose 76 A Failed Two Weeks Notice 69 Pink Cracks in a Digital Wall 66 'Til Death Do Us Part 65 Rocks And Trees Are Not Good Company 64 Tears of a Neon God 57 Poky And Pal Scheme Together 55 A Eulogy In 11/8 Time 53 Is Anybody Home? 53 Carnivores 52 Poky And Pal Arm Themselves 49 Virtue 46 When It Rains, It Pours 45 God-Knows-Where 39 I Felt Numb 39 It's A Nice Day Out 38 Attempts To Salvage Thought 36 I Am Wonderful 33 Outrun 29 They Are Not Laughing With You 28 What Is There To Do With A Pot Of Gold? 27 Containment's A Beach 22 GOI Formats Title Rating Captain Kirby's Proposal, Or Something 191 My Head Is On Fire And I'm (Not) Ok 102 Project Proposals 2004-013/2014-114/2024-072: "Losing Your Cool" 71 You may also like: SCP-3512 - The More You Know psul So put yourself back in that imaginary bar, but this time, with a small stellated dodecahedron in your pocket… SCP-3311 - All The Little Chairs by Billith God, I just can't stop thinking about chairs now. There has to be billions of chairs on this planet. They might outnumber humans. Good lord. We'd never win. Cliffs of Moher, Ireland. A common location for SCP-4877 occurrences. Item #: SCP-4877 Special Containment Procedures: All individuals who demonstrate understanding of SCP-4877 are to be questioned. Once all possible information regarding SCP-4877 has been extracted, these individuals are to be amnestized and released. Any pictures, videos or other media depicting or describing SCP-4877 are to be removed by Foundation webcrawlers. Should individuals who have been linked to SCP-4877 disappear for longer than seven days, a duplicate body is to be prepared in order to fake the individual's death under the cover story that they died after falling from a great height. Description: SCP-4877 is a phenomenon which can reduce the force of gravity that is applied to an individual during free fall. The exact circumstances needed to trigger this phenomenon are not well understood; however, initial research suggests the following: SCP-4877 can be triggered by any individual. The individual must be in free fall. The individual must be consciously attempting to trigger SCP-4877. The individual must close their eyes. It is believed that there are additional requirements, both physically and mentally, that are fulfilled prior to a successful triggering of SCP-4877. Due to the lack of concrete resources regarding SCP-4877, the Foundation has been unable to confirm the exact steps necessary. Discovery: SCP-4877 was brought to the Foundation's attention following the posting of a video to YouTube which gained approximately 30,000 views in under an hour. <00:00> Black screen. Centered caption: "Flight Classes: Final Exam". <00:04> Boy stands at the edge of a cliff by the sea. Late teens, long black hair, slim frame. Several young men and women are on the edge of the camera frame, talking; more linger off-screen. The wind flapping against the microphone drowns out all other sounds. <00:10> A bald man in his mid-forties enters the frame. He wears a Hawaiian shirt and sweat pants. The man approaches and places his hands on the boy's shoulders. The two exchange words that are drowned out by the wind. <00:44> The man smiles, pats the boy's back, and exits the frame. <01:08> Camera pans over the edge of the cliff. Waves crash against rocks that jut out of the water. Camera pans back to the boy. <01:14> The boy runs and jumps off of the cliff. <01:20> The boy is impaled on the rocks. <01:23> Camera pans back to the audience gathered at the edge of the cliff. The audience applauds. Their expressions remain neutral. <01:30> - Black screen. Caption reads, "Join OneLeap Today!" <01:32> - Video ends. Flyer advertising OneLeap. The video was taken down by YouTube soon after gaining popularity for violating its community guidelines. Initially the video was not marked as anomalous, but due to the strange behavior demonstrated, a fledgling investigation was conducted by Junior Researcher Abagail Lin. Lin identified the location of the video to be the southern edge of the Cliffs of Moher in Ireland. After determining that the cliff is approximately 120m tall, Lin noted that the fall from the video lasted almost a second longer than it should have. Addendum SCP-4877-1: Following the formal designation of the phenomenon observed in the posted video as SCP-4877, Researcher Lin identified the boy as seventeen-year-old Aston Cucher. An Garda Síochána1 confirmed that Cucher had indeed died during the incident. Additional details regarding the events shown in the video were not disclosed to law enforcement officials to guarantee they would not interfere in a Foundation investigation. Lin also identified the bald man who spoke to Cucher as Rainbow2. After obtaining his address and contact information, Researcher Lin volunteered to interview Rainbow under the guise of a civilian seeking to learn about OneLeap. <Begin Log> Lin enters the coffee shop where she agreed to meet with Rainbow. He is seated at a table for two near the window, drinking out of a mug. Lin stops next to the table. Lin: Umm… hello. Are you uh, Rainbow? Rainbow turns to face Lin, but appears to look past her. Rainbow: And you— you must be the one they call Catherine.3 Good airwaves. Lin: Can I take a seat? Rainbow: Vibe out however you like. Sitting, standing, jumping jacks. Just let yourself be comfortable. Good airwaves. Lin sits down. Rainbow does not make eye contact with her. Lin: So uhh, I guess I saw that video you guys posted a week ago and I got interested. But I'm still not totally sure what you do… Rainbow: There's no use in doing things. We're all about feeling things. Like good airwaves. Lin: I'm not sure I follow. Rainbow: That's the sound of someone thinking with their head, instead of their internal dioxceline receptors. Rainbow takes a pen from his shirt pocket and uses it to scribble an address and a time on a napkin. When he finishes, Rainbow makes eye contact with Lin for the first time. Rainbow: Leap before you look, my gal. Good airwaves. Rainbow stands up from the table and staggers out of the coffee shop. <End Log> Due to the lack of information gathered by the interview, Project Lead Dr. Teller decided that an investigation would be formed to infiltrate the OneLeap group and gather information. Usual protocol dictates that field agents are to be selected for extended field work; however, Researcher Lin was chosen due to her expected presence by Rainbow. Addendum SCP-4877-2: The following is a series of field reports submitted by Researcher Lin during her investigation of OneLeap: Report #1 Report #2 Report #3 Report #4 Report #5 Report #6 Report #7 Report #8 Report #9 Report #: 1 Date: 4/13/2019 I just got back from the first meeting. I'll try to describe everything that happened but a lot of it is from memory… I forgot to bring a notebook, or even the microphone.4 We met in this back room at a run down community center. I think someone brought snacks. Honestly, it reminded me of how my dad described his Alcoholics Anonymous meetings, except everyone was quieter. I don't remember exactly how many people were there. I think it was around sixteen? Maybe closer to twenty? I should've talked to them while we waited for Rainbow. He was late, but everyone acted like that was the norm. When the meeting started we all sat around in a circle on the ground, except Rainbow who used a folding chair. He started by reading something out of this little notebook he kept in his shirt pocket. I don't remember what he said. I was too nervous just trying to fit in. I didn't forget my alias though. Rainbow had all the new people stand up and introduce themselves to the group. I think they thought my stutter was from nerves rather than trying to remember the right name. I wasn't the only new girl though. Her first name was Olivia, but I forgot her last name. I don't really know why I'm doing this. I mean, I know why, but I'm more cut out for the lab. I'll make sure I'm more thorough with my next report, sorry. Report #: 2 Date: 4/18/2019 I took notes this time. I was too scared to wear the microphone in case one of the other members saw it, but I think the notes are thorough enough. There were twelve other people at the meeting. Most of them must've been in their twenties or thirties, but there were a few older folks. One woman must've been in her late sixties. Today, we had a special "Lecture" meeting. I sometimes heard the other members call Rainbow "Professor R". They seem to treat this like a night school, I guess. Instead of sitting in a circle like last time, we gathered on the ground in front of Rainbow and his folding chair. He talked for almost an hour, occasionally using this hand-held whiteboard he brought along. The structure of the speech felt like a lecture, peppered with examples and cited reading, but it sounded more like a sermon. I was the only one taking notes. I don't know if it was allowed or not. Either way, I didn't want to get yelled at if it was, so I sat in the back. I'll include some quotes from the lecture below, but I might've missed something. The internet man. Stay off the internet. All the little blinky lights on screen are out to get you. You used to be able to tell what's real and what's got no soul behind it, but not any more. All I get are bad airwaves man. You can see the strings on the fakes out there. They're all tangled and looking at their lower selves. Don't want to get mixed up with vibes that are tied down. "Filters" are just what people in denial call lies. As an exercise for later, you can ask a stranger how often they experience euphoria. Afterwards ask them the question again. Just as an exercise. With the invention of Q-Learning and exploration strategies, we see a 300% decrease in the Dinine Radiation that chatbot AIs give off. Can anyone tell me why? As the Wright Brothers once said, in unison, 'The singularity will consume us before the century is out'. They really should be given more credit for that quote. Bad airwaves man. The sky is full of them. Now the air's polluted with mechatronic signals and blue colors, all because the machines learned to fly before we did. Report #: 3 Date: 4/23/2019 I didn't wear the microphone again. Every way I put it on I swear it wasn't hidden well enough. I might just give up on it for now. It almost made me late today. This meeting was more of an open discussion. I didn't contribute. I hope that didn't make me look weird. Olivia didn't say anything either though, so I'm probably fine. I'll include any memorable quotes at the end of the report again. At the end of the meeting though, Rainbow declared that we were going to the "Runway" this weekend. Apparently Margret (the sixty year-old woman) would be taking her "Final Exam". She's going to go to Rainbow's house before the exam, and then meet with the rest of us around 2PM. I don't know how I feel. She was obviously excited about it. I guess I'm going to watch either way. Also, after the meeting I finally spoke to Olivia. I didn't ask her much, but I got her phone number. Maybe I'll try to do an interview with her soon. Hopefully before the weekend, it'd be too bad if after seeing the Final Exam she runs away and I never get a chance to talk to her. One day I'll vibe out like a fish, man. Deep respect for fish. You think the fish that evolved first knew what they're doing? Maybe some little voice in their heads, all "I'm going to go breathe air now, later my aquatic-amigos". Vestigial, adjective - degenerate, rudimentary, or atrophied, having become functionless in the course of evolution. Birds are evidence that time does not move at one second per second for everyone. How else could they have evolved so much faster than us? Report #: 4 Date: 4/27/2019 I caught up with Olivia today. We got coffee and I managed to ask her a few questions (including her full name, which is Olivia Walsh). I even wore the microphone this time! I'll just include the transcript below of the most relevant part. <Begin Transcript> Lin: … When are you planning to graduate? Walsh: Heh, funny you say that. I was supposed to graduate in two years but I failed out of one of my courses, which sets me back in prereqs and stuff so it's looking more like three. Lin: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Walsh: Don't worry about it. It's part of why I joined OneLeap. I was uhh… sort of at my wit's end with stuff. Usually these "steps to success" programs are all bullshit but like, I don't know. Sometimes you need to just give the bullshit a try. Lin: Actually, how did you hear about OneLeap? Walsh: There were a bunch of posters all over campus. Lin: Ah, I see. Walsh: Anyways, why did you join up? Lin: I just saw some promotional video on YouTube. It's taken down now. Walsh: No, no. Not how you heard about it. Why did you join? Lin: Oh… uh. I guess I thought it would be good for me. Walsh: You're more used to asking the questions than answering them, aren't you? Lin: Heh, kind of. I'm a researcher, so I do a bit of both. Walsh: It sounds to me like you're here to look for answers then. Lin: Excuse me? Walsh: You know, answers. Personal answers. Answers to questions about Catherine. Lin: I'm uh, not sure what you mean. Pause. Walsh: Oh, sorry. I'm starting to sound like Rainbow a bit, aren't I? Walsh laughs to herself. Lin: Yeah. Just a bit. Walsh: What did you order? Lin: Iced mocha, why do you ask? Walsh: I think they've got your drink. Lin: Oh! I'll be right back. <End Transcript> Report #: 5 Date: 4/27/2019 When we got that first video, I watched it about a hundred times, just to measure the exact moment that kid's body hit the rocks for my calculations. I thought I braced myself for seeing it in person. God, I can't believe how naive I am. We all met up at the cliffs, and waited around for a bit before Rainbow and the old woman arrived. No one really said anything. It was windy and cloudy. The veterans stood in complete silence by the cliffside, while Olivia, myself and a few others paced around to keep warm. When Rainbow and the old woman arrived, everyone gathered at the cliff's edge. Olivia asked me a few times what was happening, but I just shrugged. Everything from there on played out like the video, except the old woman more hobbled than ran. Just watching her fall though was so… it felt wrong. Not dreadful, but just wrong. She didn't scream as she fell. It felt like it took forever. There's a good chance the woman fell for longer than the boy did in the video. Probably around 15 seconds. But it felt longer. After she hit the ground, Rainbow declared that she "received a C" in the course. That's when the applause started. I can't express how I felt about the applause. Even Olivia clapped. I mean, I did too. I guess there was something respectable about it all. She went out on her own terms. That deserves some recognition, right? Report #: 6 Date: 5/5/2019 Olivia came back this week. She didn't look fazed in the slightest. Although no one acknowledged that we just watched an old woman die the other day. Maybe there's some sort of memetic suppression? I don't think so though, because I can say for certain that I felt uneasy, and I don't know why I would be an exception. But Olivia looked like she felt… I don't know. More at ease? She spoke up more today than in the past. She looked happy. Anyways, strange behaviors aside, we spent today talking about bonds. All different kinds of bonds. And when I say we, I'm including myself for once. I don't know why I spoke up this time. Maybe I was paranoid that the others would notice something strange about me. I don't think so though, because what I said felt natural. Like, I wasn't forcing it at all. I think I'm overthinking this. Everyone vibing out right now? Good airwaves today. Good airwaves indeed. You know where those things come from right? Bonds. Wiggle a bond enough and you get waves. … and that's why I do jumping jacks, my dude. Keeps them bonds loose. You know, marriage used to mean something. Married people gave off the best vibrations. Back before they had "divorce". King Henry the Eighth ruined that all by himself. Can anyone here tell me tell me the amount of dioxceline released when we split apart magnesium chloride? Yes, very good Olivia, 4.32 moles. That's part of why we're all here you know. OneLeap attracts our ideal bond brothers and sisters. That's why you're all here. Wiggle on my dudes. Good airwaves. Report #: 7 Date: 5/7/2019 I got in touch with Olivia again, just to have another one-on-one chat. I wanted to know why she seemed so calm. I've seen some terrible things in my time at the Foundation, so I've chalked up my numbness to that, but I couldn't seem to explain Olivia. The interview didn't give me a concrete answer but… well you'll see in the transcript. <Begin Transcript> Walsh: Are these coffees going to become a weekly thing? Because I wouldn't be against that. Lin: I mean, they can be. I wouldn't be against it, but I don't know why you'd want that. Walsh: I dunno. You're just interesting to talk to. Lin: Oh. Umm… thanks. Walsh: Anyways, you had something you wanted to talk about? Lin: I wanted to talk to you about the, uh, the exam we saw a while ago. Walsh: What about it? Lin: You watched a woman throw herself off a cliff, yet you still came back to the same people who told her to do it… why? Walsh: I mean, you came back as well. It's probably for the same reason. Lin: I'm not sure you know why I'm here. Walsh: In that case, I think I'm just curious. Lin: Curious? Walsh thinks to herself for a moment, before leaning forward and motions for Lin to come closer. Lin also leans forward as well. Walsh: [quietly] Like, after we all went home, I was feeling all kinds of things. I was scared, confused, and a bunch of other emotions that are hard to put into words. I skipped class on Monday to deal with them. And I don't know what it was, but there was something that just… clicked for me. All the talk about vibes and airwaves. It made sense. Not like, in anyway that I can describe. It just— it just fits. Like a puzzle. Lin: A puzzle? Walsh: Yeah. And now I want to see what my puzzle looks like. What's the picture? I've been so close to the pieces I need to take a step back. Well, its a big puzzle. I think I'm going to need a bird's eye view. Lin: I'm not sure I follow. Walsh: I want to fly. Lin: But what if you fall? Walsh: I won't. Walsh leans back and smiles. Lin pauses for a moment before leaning back as well. Lin: I see… Walsh: Are you ok? You seem a little spaced out. Lin: I'm fine. I think I forgot to do something back at my apartment though. I have to go. Sorry. Walsh: No problem. We can talk more next week. Lin: Right. Of course. Next week. See you later. Walsh: Good airwaves. <End Transcript> Report #: 8 Date: 5/9/2019 Today Rainbow announced that Olivia would be graduating early, due to her excellent performance the past few days. She's taking the "Final Exam" this weekend. I know I shouldn't do anything, and I'm not, but like— I don't know. She looked so happy. She knows that's she's going to jump to her death though. Or, I mean I don't know any more. Maybe she flies. I hope she flies. Her life's been too short to end on the rocks at the bottom of that cliff. So much for those weekly coffees. You ever seen one of those street magicians? Good airwaves, those guys. I used to do card tricks. My parents said I was pretty good. … sleight of hand though. Something about sleight of hand always gets me. Shit disappears right before your eyes. No screens or anything, just right there. Studies have shown that dioxceline measurements after being shown a magic trick is higher than after witnessing a true miracle. I should've been a magic man. But you're not really living if you don't have regrets. They're doing God's work, those street magicians. God's work. I bet the big man could do a mean coin routine. Report #: 9 Date: 5/11/2019 She flew. I'm going to try to list in as much detail as possible everything that happened, in case any of it contributes to triggering the phenomenon. 1. Olivia arrived with Rainbow wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. 2. Everyone gathered around the cliff edge she was going to jump off, just like last time. 3. Olivia didn't act very different. The others all seemed excited and a little jumpy, but she was much calmer. 4. Olivia lined up and took her mark. 5. Rainbow began to chant "One Leap!" over and over. Everyone (myself included) joined in. 6. Olivia closed her eyes. 7. Olivia jumped off the cliff. 8. She didn't even fall, she simply went up. 9. Everyone standing back clapped. 10. Rainbow declared that Olivia passed with an "A+" grade. I don't know where she is now.5 I have this feeling she's going to be ok though. I'm kind of happy for her. Now that I think about it a little more… I felt a certain updraft when she jumped. I wonder if those were the "good airwaves" that Rainbow talks about. Addendum SCP-4877-3: Following Report 9, Researcher Lin's mission was considered completed, and Lin was ordered to return to her post at Site-24. After 12 hours without confirmation from Lin about her return, MTF Iota-10 ("Damn Feds") were deployed to Dublin to recover Researcher Lin. The apartment that was rented for the mission was found unoccupied, with Lin's belongings inside. The following materials were recovered from Researcher Lin's computer: Foreword: The following file was titled "rainbow_interview_2.mp3". It appeared to be recorded on Researcher Lin's smart phone. <Begin Transcript> Background conversation can be heard, indicating that this was recorded in a public location. Lin: Sorry to bother you, I'm sure you're busy. Rainbow: No worries, my gal. All good vibes today. Lin: I just wanted to know, why did you let Olivia graduate early? Rainbow: Feeling jumpy? Lin: No! I don't want to rush it. I'm just curious. Rainbow: There's what you're looking for. Lin: Umm… I'm not sure I understand. Rainbow: Olivia was a smart gal. Caught on quick. Good airwaves. Lin: So there was something special about her? Rainbow: Special? Who really is special? I don't think she's any more special than you are. Lin: Are you saying I could graduate? Rainbow: I don't know. I just give the grades. Do you think you can graduate? Pause. Lin: I think I understand now. Thank you so much! Rainbow: Leap before you look my gal. Good airwaves. <End Transcript> Foreword: The following file was titled "01103_STREAM_v0491.mp4", which is the same naming convention as used by videos streamed from Foundation-distributed field cameras. Researcher Lin had been provided with one such camera for the purpose of her mission. <Begin Transcript> Video shows the edge of a cliff. There appears to be no one else around. The sky is dark, however cloud cover obscures the sky. Lin: Ok, so I think I've figured it out. And I'm going to see what's up there. It's part of my job, and like, I just know I can do it. It's hard to explain. I don't know where I got the conviction from all the sudden, but it's there now. And I don't want it to slip away from me. Lin takes a deep breath, and prepares to run toward the edge. Lin: [under her breath] one leap, one leap, one leap… Lin runs toward the cliff edge and jumps. She begins floating upwards. Lin: One leap, one leap, one leap! Lin's body flattens out, and she spreads her arms. Her laughter can be heard over the sound of wind against the microphone. After three minutes, Lin enters a cloud. Lin: Can— can I open my eyes now? Estimates of Lin's speed predict that she should have left the cloud cover by this point, however the fog continues. A light can be seen up ahead. Lin: I can feel the updraft pushing me somewhere. I think I'm flying. I don't want to look. Lin nears the light, a silhouette can be seen against the light, but its features cannot be distinguished. Walsh: Catherine? Is that you? Lin: Olivia? I'm sorry I can't tell what's where. I haven't opened my eyes yet. Walsh: It's ok! No need to apologize. Good airwaves. Lin: Good airwaves! The figure extends its hand. Walsh: Reach out and grab my hand, I'll pull you up! Lin: Got it. Lin reaches out her hand toward the figure's. The figure grabs on and appears to pull Lin so they are facing each other. Due to the light behind the figure, no features can be distinguished. Lin: Your hand feels cold. Are you ok? Walsh: I'm vibing out. Looks like you've found your wings. Lin: Yeah, I have. I'm still having a hard time wrapping my head around it all. Walsh: Well, you're here now my gal. Lin releases the figure's hand. They both hover in the air. Lin: You're doing that thing where you sound like Rainbow again. Walsh: Oh right. I guess he's just rubbed off on me. Lin: I have so much I want to say. I can't believe you're here as well! I was worried it'd just be me and the clouds. Walsh: Well, this is the way it turned out. Lin: It's almost like a dream. I never want to wake up. We can even follow-through on our weekly coffees. Walsh: Coffees? Lin: Yeah… we said we were going to try to meet up once a week to just talk. Walsh: Oh right! Sorry, it just slipped my mind. Lin: You are Olivia, right? Walsh: Do you not believe me? Lin opens her eyes. Lin: You— you don't look like Olivia. <End Transcript> Researcher Lin's body was found impaled upon the rocks at the bottom of the Cliffs of Moher. Attempts to locate Rainbow or any other members mentioned in Lin's previous reports have been unsuccessful. Containment of all individuals associated with OneLeap is considered a Level 4 priority. Footnotes 1. The Irish Government's law enforcement organization 2. Legally changed from Dennis Freedman in 1996 3. The alias that Lin assumed when communicating with Rainbow. 4. Under normal circumstances this would result in disciplinary action for a field agent; Lin was given a warning as she has never done prolonged fieldwork prior to this assignment. 5. Foundation satellites and atmospheric imaging apparatuses have not yet located the individual. |
SCP-4878 | safe | A cockroach affected by SCP-4878 Item #: SCP-4878 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4878 is kept in Site-119, within an item locker equipped with a Faraday cage. Description: SCP-4878 is a small (35 cm long) ovoid, metallic signaling device that influences cockroach behavior. SCP-4878 continuously emits several overlapping radio frequencies that exert an anomalous effect on cockroaches within an approximate 700 m radius. Affected cockroaches will form a single large swarm, and undergo temporary physical and social changes including an increased metabolism, increased hostility to non-cockroaches, and a greatly reduced aversion to light. The cockroach swarm will move cohesively as a single unit following food, with a small number of cockroaches in the swarm carrying SCP-4878 such that it remains close to the geometric center of the swarm. Cockroaches affected by SCP-4878 will attempt to eat almost anything in their path. If the swarm encounters a structure it is incapable of chewing, it will instead use its collective mass to attempt to destroy the structure. Notably, SCP-4878 will not harm humans, even in self-defense. Opening SCP-4878 reveals an electronic controller for the radio transmitter, as well as a miniaturized radioisotope thermoelectric generator, a receiver, and a living human cerebellum suspended in a clear gel-filled container laser engraved with a logo similar to that of the Foundation's. Removal and subsequent testing of this controller has revealed the existence of several additional "settings", that manipulate the cockroaches into forming large, organized conglomerations designated SCP-4878-A. The size of these formations varies depending on the number of cockroaches within range of the signal but can exceed 30 m in length. While in an SCP-4878-A state, affected cockroaches gain increased strength and resilience, and appear to exhibit a rudimentary hive mind. Different settings cause SCP-4878-A to manifest in different configurations, most of which resemble singular, very large cockroaches with various modifications such as large pincers, battering rams, additional sets of wings, or tank turrets that launch compressed balls of cockroaches. SCP-4878 was recovered after instantaneously manifesting in mid-air and impacting approximately 2 km from Site-119. Addendum: Following extensive efforts, SCP-4878's internal computer has been decrypted. SCP-4878 contains detailed maps of several planets and moons, as well as detailed documents describing the genetic modification and specialized breeding of various strains of cockroaches. These cockroaches described were designed with enhanced resistance to radiation, corrosive enzymes in saliva, adaptive respiratory systems, and sensitivity to radio waves. All documents carry timestamps from the year 2192. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4878" by Weryllium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4878. 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: mynameislegionforwearemany.jpg Name: Cockroach May 2007-1 Author: Alvesgaspar License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4879 | safe | Item #: SCP-4879 SCP-4879 upon recovery. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4879 is contained within a lead-lined box in a standard storage locker. Only D-Class personnel are to handle the object outside of its storage, and contact with SCP-4879 by staff is punishable by reassignment or termination of employment status. Description: SCP-4879 is a soapstone sculpture of a polar bear, 0.40 metres in length and weighing 10.2 kilograms. SCP-4879 bears a large stylistic carving of an 'AX' on its right hindquarter. Subjects within a ten-meter radius of SCP-4879 will lose their proficiency for a specific area of expertise, seemingly determined by how highly they held the particular talent. Subjects of SCP-4879's effect report symptoms such as loss of appetite, headaches, and general confusion that abate in three to five hours. While subjects can still recite technical knowledge related to their expertise, they will be utterly incapable of practice above what would be deemed a beginner's work. As of 2019/11/15, all subjects exposed to SCP-4879 have been unable to regain any lost proficiency. Discovery: SCP-4879 was recovered from the Vancouver Art Gallery in British Columbia, Canada after an open exhibition night, resulting in twenty-three artists losing their various artistic skills. Due to unintentional misinformation on the nature of the anomaly, four members of MTF Eta-10 ("See No Evil") were affected and lost various combat skills, requiring them to be placed on indefinite leave. Security cameras showed an Asian male (designated POI-4879) in his approximate late twenties had submitted SCP-4879 to the exhibition, paying the entrance fee in cash. Staff reported he had later called and apologized for being unable to attend the event due to a stomach flu. Testing Logs Subject: D-5923 Expertise: Watercolour painting Action: D-5923 was provided with his preferred painting equipment and instructed to paint SCP-4879. Observation: D-5923 struggled to paint the object, performing sloppily. D-5923 expressed anger and threw the easel across the room halfway through testing, refusing to continue despite orders. Subject: D-3954 Expertise: Video games Action: D-3954 was told to play a game of Super Smash Bros. Melee and fight a computer-controlled opponent on a level 3 difficulty. Observation: D-3954 was unable to win a game against the opponent, falling off the stage and forgetting moves for his character on several occasions. D-3954 appeared confused, suggesting that the game had been modified to account for his losses. Note: Subject had been escorting a D-Class carrying SCP-4879 back to storage when he had tripped after a fire alarm had been pulled, resulting in its lead-lined box breaking and exposing SCP-4879 to the subject. Subject: Doctor William Alekseeva Expertise: Anomaly containment procedures Action: Alekseeva was given the descriptions for three new anomalies, and told to draft provisional containment procedures for the objects. Observation: Provisional containment procedures were found to be completely insufficient at containing the various anomalies' effects. Subject: D-5432 Expertise: Piano Action: D-5432 was instructed to play her favourite song, Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. Observation: While D-5432 was able to remember the notes, she was unable to play the song without making numerous mistakes. Addendum-4879: On 2019/11/09, MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") was investigating an unrelated anomalous exhibit at an art gallery in Edmonton, Alberta, and arrested several anartists, including POI-4879. Interviewed: POI-4879 (Alex Nguyen) Interviewer: Dr Alekseeva <Begin Log> POI-4879: Should've guessed you guys would come after me eventually. It's what you do, right? Lock up weird things. Alekseeva: So you've heard of us, good. That makes things easier. I wanted to ask you a few questions about your artwork. Specifically, the bear sculpture you entered into the exhibition night a few weeks ago. Tell me about it. POI-4879: Alright, uh… You ever hear of this group called "Are We Cool Yet?" They're some weird artist collective, mostly down in the states. They make a lot of things like this. Alekseeva: Yes, we're familiar with them. Are you a member? POI-4879: No, thank god. I knew a few guys who were part of it, but holy shit they're pretentious as fuck. Just because they can make a painting that makes people want to claw their eyes out, or a sculpture that turns you into a lunatic, they think they're better than you, and they wave it in your face. Alekseeva: I don't see what this has to do with your art- ah. You intended it as a weapon against them. POI-4879 laughs. POI-4879: Hell yeah I did. Stuck it under a table, watched the fireworks. They were running around like idiots, crying that they couldn't do their stupid anomalous watercolouring or drawing or whatever they do. Alekseeva: And this effect is permanent? There's no method of reversing it? POI-4879: Yeah, they're stuck like that. They tried to kill me for that, but they can't really do much when all their talent's gone. Just gave up. I think some of them ended up killing themselves, but I didn't really keep track. Alekseeva: I… see. And the art gallery? What did they do to upset you there? POI-4879: Did you see all the stuff there? Half of it was that stupid found art bullshit. Seriously, who came up with that? "Oh hey, I'm gonna throw my garbage on a table, tie it together with string and pretend its art." In the same goddamn building where they have four Emily Carr paintings, no less. You people should be thanking me, it's basically a public service. Alekseeva: We amnesticized twenty-three artists that night. They'll never be able to practice their artistic talents again, you know that? We've had to reassign them new identities, because it'd be suspicious if they suddenly lost all their abilities. POI-4879: Talentless hacks that can't string together garbage anymore. Cry me a river. We done here? Alekseeva: One or two more things. Why a bear? POI-4879: First thing that came to mind. That's all we're known for, right? Polar bears and politeness, for some stupid reason, as if they've never been downtown. Alekseeva: I see. And how did you acquire your immunity to the object? POI-4879: What? Alekseeva: You said that you had been in contact with it multiple times, which would've made you susceptible to its abilities. Is it a case of creator immunity, or…? POI-4879: Oh, I'm not immune. It's the last thing I ever made. I suppose that's fitting, depending on how you look at it. Alekseeva: And you knew this would occur? You did this willingly? POI-4879: Course I did. I knew I could never sculpt again, but it was worth the cost. If those worthless pieces of shit can't destroy art anymore than they already have, then I'm the happiest ex-artist in the world. <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4879" by Cerastes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4879. 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: Polar Name: National Museum of Ethnology, Osaka - Stone sculpture (Polar bear) - Inuit people in Canada - Made by Nalenik Temela in the 1960s - 1980s - Material. Stone Author: Yanajin33 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4880 | safe | SCP-4880, unwrapped. Item #: SCP-4880 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4880 is kept inside its container in a low security containment locker at Site-98. No other containment procedures are necessary. SCP-4880-1 is to be contained within the area of its location with a security perimeter. This perimeter is to take the form of a barbed wire fence with two guards for maintenance. Description: SCP-4880 appears to be a stack of ten ordinary chewing gum sticks labelled "Chewin' Gum!". SCP-4880 does not appear physically anomalous other than the effect it has on sapient entities and the lack of a nutrition facts label. When SCP-4880 is chewed, the person affected will begin to proclaim how SCP-4880 is an appealing product and how delicious or sweet it is, in an attempt to advertise it to others nearby1. Towards the end of the message, the person advertising SCP-4880 will hold it, and finish the speech by saying "Try one now, and get chewing!" before spontaneously vanishing. SCP-4880-1 is a large, dilating mass of polymers, plasticizers, and humanoid entities covered in a thin layer of human saliva. SCP-4880-1 was discovered in an abandoned steel mill factory in the Odda municipality of Hordaland county, Norway, after a tracker was placed around the wrist of a D-Class (D-11122) to recover where these individuals disappear to after ingesting SCP-4880. One of the hands of SCP-4880-1 was wearing this tracker. SCP-4880-1 frequently moves parts of the bodies attached to its mass but at a slowed pace. The entities that appear within this mass are tightly constricted under the layer and have been shown to undergo labored breathing. Vocalizations can be heard from the mouths of these entities which always consists of low gurgling noises and continuing to advertise SCP-4880. Addendum 4880.1: Attached is the product description found on SCP-4880. Access File Close File GET CHEWING! The new and latest product from Sugarcomb Confections: Chewin' Gum! If you've tried our delicious chocolates and our other sweet surprises, you're in for a tasty treat with this! Start the day right with sweet, sweet, suh-weet gum! And remember kids: Don't forget to brush your teeth! ~ Oliver Addendum 4880.2: Recovered Note The following file contains a note recovered near a pile of ash nearby the location of SCP-4880-1. The upper portion is burnt with only the lower half being readable. Access File Close File I don't care how you get rid of them, just dump it somewhere else. Fix it or else it's your head. - Ollie Footnotes 1. This effect also occurs if the individual is alone. |
SCP-4881 | safe | SCP-4881: Weeping Willow 「Paper Boats」 Image Sources: 1) Weeping Willow on Pond by Leimenide, CC-BY 2.0 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-4881 prior to Foundation acquisition. Item #: SCP-4881 Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter around SCP-4881 has been established to prevent unauthorised access. Civilians are permitted to access SCP-4881 if they are under its influence. Methods of reversing SCP-4881's anomalous effects are ongoing. Testing with D-Class personnel is forbidden. All SCP-4881 test subject pairs must volunteer, and must be content with experiencing SCP-4881's effects for the remainder of their lives. Description: SCP-4881 is a probabilistic anomaly originating from a Salix babylonica1 tree. If two individuals enter beneath the canopy of SCP-4881 while maintaining physical contact2 and, without leaving the canopy, engrave their initials into SCP-4881 by penetrating the outer layer of bark, the two will never experience separation from one another for a duration greater than one year. More specifically, upon the day of SCP-4881's first catkin formation every year, a situation will arise where both individuals will inevitably meet; no actions taken to date have succeeded in separating the two. In the event that one of the two individuals die, SCP-4881 itself will take their place. The remaining individual will therefore return to SCP-4881 annually. Addendum 4881-A: Complete List of Engravings Inscription Additional detail Status RFM + HMA 4 ever N/A Unknown Pam & Howard N/A Criteria not met Heidari B + Anna J Inscription made inside of a heart-shape 1999/03/20: Appended "I miss you" 1999/03/20: Anna J visited SCP-4881 SD ██3 Second pair of initials were scratched out Scott Davis visited SCP-4881 only once Brian Browning x Amy Wong Volunteer Foundation scientists Alive Brian Browning x Amy Browning Multiple small hearts surround the engraving Criteria already met Footnotes 1. Commonly known as the "Weeping willow", or "Babylon willow" 2. e.g. handholding, embrace, etc. 3. "KH" prior to Mr Davis' visit. |
SCP-4882 | euclid | WARNING This information is classified Level 5/MAKSUR. If you do not have the appropriate clearance to read this file, close this page immediately and notify your supervisor. Your access has been logged. Item #: SCP-4882 Deviation of day length from SI based day. Note that public data is exaggerated by a factor of 103. Click to enlarge. Special Containment Procedures: At this time, current economic and technological trends are sufficient to contain SCP-4882. Embedded agents in major technology companies are to advocate for awareness of leap seconds, and oversee their correct implementation in new products. Representatives in the International Telecommunications Union (ITU) are to postpone the abolition of leap seconds for as long as possible. Description: SCP-4882 is an anomalous effect that occurs when many electronic timekeeping components are brought close together. Notably, the real-time clock circuits of computers, mobile phones and tablets, routers, and many Internet of Things (IoT) devices contribute to this effect. The intensity of this effect scales with at least the following factors: The extent to which each component ticks in the same moment in time as other components ("accuracy"); The extent to which each component waits for the same amount of time between ticks ("precision"); The amount of time that the components are able to function without interruption ("uptime"); The extent to which each component maintains forward motion, and does not stall or reverse ("monotonicity"). At low levels, SCP-4882 causes an increase in build quality of and synchronization between nearby electronic components. As this effect includes the components that contribute to SCP-4882, it is expected that such an effect, if left undisturbed, will increase in intensity over time. The full extent of SCP-4882 is unknown. However, all reliable sources (including texts from all three branches of GoI-004, thaumaturgical models published by the ICSUT, and information gleaned from predictive anomalies) suggest a single conclusion: the end result of SCP-4882 is the physical manifestation of Mekhane, the Broken God, on Earth. Incident 4882-1: Discovery of SCP-4882 The first documented instance of SCP-4882 appeared on 1950-08-22, when an anomalous incident occurred at Site-15. Glowing symbols, similar to those used by the Broken Church, appeared on internal walls. Personnel at the site experienced auditory hallucinations, mainly whirring and beeping sounds. An electrical storm formed above the site. Animals that were struck by lightning from this storm had sections of their bodies replaced by electronic circuitry, in a manner similar to that of SCP-217. During this incident, site maintenance personnel observed a spike in the amount of electricity used by the eastern research wing. Suspecting a connection to the anomaly, they removed all the circuit breakers for that wing, cutting power to that section of the site. The anomaly subsided immediately. The team was later awarded a Foundation Bronze Star for their initiative. Postmortem investigation isolated the cause of the incident to a laboratory in the research wing. The laboratory was used for the testing of atomic clocks, in particular comparing their relative drift over long timescales. Cross-referencing with existing documentation confirmed a link to SCP-001. Further experimentation isolated the factors contributing to the incident, and led to the initial classification and containment of SCP-4882. Addendum 4882-1: Project MAKSUR1 proposal (abridged) Project MAKSUR Gerald C. Gross April 20, 1959 Rationale As automatic computer technology matures, we will expect to see greater use of such appliances in civilian contexts. This presents the risk of SCP-4882 manifestation in these settings. Project MAKSUR aims to mitigate this risk through political manipulation of actors in industry and academia. Details Our contacts in the US Navy and Greenwich Observatory have reported the use of a "Coordinated Universal Time" among the astronomical community. This technique, abbreviated CUT,2 aims to keep atomic time aligned with the rotation of the Earth. It achieves this goal by adjusting the clock forward or backward, in steps of 50 milliseconds, whenever the two diverge. If all electronic clocks were to adopt CUT as the timekeeping standard, then the disruption of precision and monotonicity would ensure containment of SCP-4882. However, without intervention, it is unlikely that CUT will be adopted outside of astronomy due to its difficulty of implementation. Thus, effective containment will require infiltrating relevant organizations and promoting the use of CUT by political means. Addendum 4882-2: Timeline of Project MAKSUR 1959-04-25: O5 Command approves Project MAKSUR by a 13-0 vote. 1960: The Royal Greenwich Observatory, the National Physical Laboratory in England, and the US Naval Observatory announce their adoption of a single timescale, named "Coordinated Universal Time". 1962: CCIR3 Study Group 7 is formed to finalize the details of Coordinated Universal Time. Due to Foundation lobbying, all members of this Group are employees of the Foundation. 1963: The CCIR unanimously adopts Coordinated Universal Time as the standard for all radio communications. 1972: Through improved mathematical models, it is shown that one adjustment every three years is sufficient to contain SCP-4882. Step interval increased from 50 milliseconds to 1 second. This establishes the "leap second" system used today. 1998: Measurements across Foundation Sites confirm a secular decrease in SCP-4882 intensity, despite the continued proliferation of electronic devices. Maximum period increased to eight years, with plans made to abolish the leap second system in 2015. 2012: Ambient SCP-4882 intensity fails to decrease for the fifth consecutive year. Abolition of leap seconds postponed indefinitely. Incident 4882-5:4 On 2012-06-29, Foundation meteorologists were alerted to a large scale electrical storm developing in the Northern Virginia area. Satellite imagery showed hot spots of EVE radiation centered on the location of an Amazon Web Services (AWS)5 data center, indicating an anomalous cause for the storm. Mobile Task Force Mu-4 ("Debuggers") was deployed to investigate and contain the incident. The presence of SCP-4882 was quickly confirmed upon arrival. Through subsequent negotiations, Amazon agreed to power down the center for 10 minutes to allow the storm to subside. It was at this point that the storm began to dissipate; it cleared completely by the following day. In the aftermath of this incident, Amazon requested a review of its AWS operations in regard to preventing future manifestations of SCP-4882. As of Q1 2013, Amazon has implemented ~ 10% of recommended mitigations, and has expressed reluctance in proceeding further. Incident 4882-7: On 2013-04-24, a garment factory in Savar Upazila, Dhaka District, Bangladesh collapsed. The Foundation was alerted to the incident due to reports of "iron monsters" emerging from the rubble. Foundation personnel, disguised as members of the Bangladeshi military, assumed control over the area. Concurrently with the rescue operation, the Foundation began investigation of the disaster site. No anomalous equipment was found, but the layout of the factory as a whole corresponded to a symbol used in a prominent Mekhanite ritual. This arrangement would have amplified the otherwise weak SCP-4882 effect within the factory's machinery, the added strain causing structural failure of the building. A cover story was disseminated, explaining the collapse as due to lack of compliance with building codes. Civilians found infected with SCP-217 were terminated. Minimal use of amnestics was required as media dismissed the reports of anomalous activity as hearsay. Incident 4882-11: In his yearly address, Robert Bumaro, leader of the Broken Church, urged followers to "apply restraint in your worship […] as God is not yet ready to be unbroken". This is believed to refer to SCP-4882. Maxwellist leaders unanimously condemned the statement. Incident 4882-15: On 2013-12-01, Amazon halted communications with the Foundation, citing "operational concerns". Later that month, the company announced the opening of its first data center in China. Incident 4882-23: On 2014-08-14, Dr. Demetrios Matsakis, the Chief Scientist for Time Services at the US Naval Observatory, presented a paper advocating for the removal of leap seconds from UTC — in direct opposition to Foundation policy. Later questioning revealed that Dr. Matsakis had misread the 2012 communiqué and assumed that the previous abolition policy was still in place. He has since apologized for the mistake. No disciplinary actions were deemed necessary. The Foundation was unable to suppress news of this presentation: as the evidence presented in the paper was true, its retraction would have aroused too much suspicion among the scientific community. Moreover, as the paper contained no classified or anomalous information, the use of amnestics to censor it would have broken international law. The Foundation continues to lobby for the preservation of leap seconds in accordance with Project MAKSUR. Incident 4882-39: On 2014-10-14, a Bitcoin mining facility in Thailand was destroyed in a fire. Foundation scanners flagged the event as a possible SCP-4882 manifestation due to the suspicious circumstances surrounding the incident. As part of the investigation, a sample of mining appliances from different manufacturers were purchased for study. All five of these appliances were found to contain circuits for the express purpose of inducing SCP-4882. Researchers found similar mechanisms in graphics processors sold by AMD, Nvidia, and Intel. The diversity in the designs of these circuits implies that they were arrived at independently. Incident 4882-101: During the month of November, 2015, the ITU held the 8th World Radiocommunication Conference in Geneva, Switzerland. One of the agenda items was a vote on the abolition of leap seconds, a motion for which the Foundation expected strong opposition. However, immediately before the vote was held, an unidentified representative interrupted the session to present a speech (see Addendum 4882-3). The resulting vote was 453–450 against. Addendum 4882-3: Excerpt from the 8th World Radiocommunication Conference, 2015 I'm just going to stand up and say what's on everyone's minds right now. Leap seconds… are useless. (chatter) Let's see: navigators don't need them — they're all on GPS. Radios, they're all run by computers now, which everyone knows are more likely to crash with leap seconds than without them. (laughter) Even the astronomers, the ones who pushed for UTC in the first place, they don't use it any more. Too inaccurate, they say! What's left, tradition? Oh no, the sun peaked in the sky thirty-seven seconds later than I expected! Think of the children! (laughter) And for what cost? Earlier this year, four major internet sites crashed as they rolled into July. Amazon, Netflix, Twitter, ring a bell? The New York Stock Exchange shut down for an hour. I guess that's wise of them, given that no NTP6 server in the last decade has broadcast leap seconds correctly! I've been an observer at the ITU for the last five years. Worked as an engineer for twenty years before that. Not once in my career have I heard a convincing argument for leap seconds. My colleagues, we have the power to fix things now. One vote, and they're gone. It's not like the world will end if we drop them, right? Footnotes 1. "Broken" in Arabic. This designation was later used to classify SCP-001 itself. 2. In modern terminology, the more culturally neutral abbreviation "UTC" is used instead. 3. The Consultative Committee on International Radio, the division of the ITU responsible for radio communication. In 1992, the division was renamed to ITU-R. 4. Minor incidents have been omitted for brevity. For a full list, see Document 4882-9. 5. A subsidiary of Amazon that provides cloud computing services. 6. Network Time Protocol, the mechanism by which modern computers synchronize their clocks. |
SCP-4883 | euclid | A book surgically removed from SCP-4883's liver. Item #: SCP-4883 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4883 is kept within a Standard Humanoid Containment Cell and given standard coma care, including ventilation, a feeding tube, and periodic moving. Attending personnel are to routinely monitor for new growths. Books produced by SCP-4883 are stored in a standard locker, following full sterilization. Description: SCP-4883 is a human male named Manuel Jalisco Barrera. Since discovery, SCP-4883 has remained in a coma. All organs function within normal parameters, and no part of his body has atrophied during this period. Brain scans show very low levels of activity in the cerebral cortex. Every two to three weeks, a large tumor will develop somewhere on or within SCP-4883's body. When this growth bursts or is excised surgically, it is found to contain pus, saline fluid, and a small book enclosed within a plastic zipper storage bag. The author of each book is listed as an organ or anatomical structure within SCP-4883's body. # Origin Length Excerpt 1 Right middle finger 252 pages. The dry beam presses into me, and I press back. I move again and again and again, the barely concealed roughness grating against me. I feel my exterior react, the aggravation never ceasing until the beam leaves me and my neighbors exhausted. 3 Large intestine 459 pages. I felt it once. The warm, soft, wet existence I had grown to know, painfully interrupted once, and only once. Searing, sterile intrusion, shattering the color of my worlds. The color that was not penetrated the opening, and the wind rushed in. I could not sense, I could not feel, until many times later. And my companion had been taken from me. 9 Diaphragm 232 pages. I bend, and I feel the eternal rhythm above me. I never rest. Up. Down. Up. Down. I am content to keep time. 19 Brain 5,119 pages. LET ME OUT (repeated through the entire book) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4883" by Weryllium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4883. 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: bookoflife.jpg Author: Weryllium License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-4884 | thaumiel | Welcome to SCPNet, Director Forrester. You are viewing Document 4884-499-F: Memorandum from the O5 Council, regarding SCP-4884, dated July 25, 2022. We have each seen it, though we wish we could ignore it. We are men and women, working to the utmost of our capacities, dying anonymous deaths for the benefit of those who can live as full citizens of the world. The greatest part of humanity exists, blissfully unaware of the million deaths they have narrowly avoided, thanks only to our diligence. We live in the shadows, so that others may live in the light. This is the lie that we tell ourselves - that by giving our all, we can give humanity the breathing room it requires to thrive. Every year, normalcy is beset by an ever-increasing multitude of anomalous assaults. Rather than slowing, the number of anomalies - some benign, some threatening, all inexplicable - has increased geometrically. Far from serving as the care-takers of reality, we increasingly find ourselves in the role of hospice workers, managing a slow but steady decline. Despite what we may wish to believe, there are limits to what human ingenuity can accomplish against such overwhelming odds. The catastrophes resulting from our inability to defend humanity speak for themselves. In recent years, we have attempted to stem the flow with the selective use of anomalous objects and phenomenon via Project Thaumiel. It has not been nearly enough. What we must do, then, is clear. We must be willing to live up to our creed and give our final measure of humanity to the survival of mankind. If we wish to defend humanity, we must transcend it. If we must become gods or demons in order to guide humankind through the dark, then so be it. Once, we found the ritual of SCP-4884 to be madness. We believed it to be the works of megalomaniacs disguised as prophets, and thought that if it were ever achieved, normalcy itself might be threatened. Now, we see clearly. SCP-4884 is nothing more nor less than a tool. In the proper circumstances, it allows individuals to achieve unimaginable powers, capable of both destruction and of preservation. It is a tool that is desperately needed. We may wish that there were a path for mankind's survival that would allow us our souls, but one is not forthcoming, and the time for philosophical squeamishness draws to a close. No one else will protect us. We must stand up for ourselves. We secure. We contain. We protect. - O5-12 |
SCP-4885 | keter | No information regarding any specific location on Earth is to exist on SCP-4885's file unless given direct permission by the O5 Council. Item #: SCP-4885 Special Containment Procedures: Currently, it is only theorized that SCP-4885 is contained. To further elaborate, SCP-4885 is contained within an unknown Class-17 Containment Chamber in an unknown site. In the event that SCP-4885 breaches containment, Procedure Invenient Eum is to be enacted, which consists of the following procedures: Thirty-six Class-17 Containment Chambers are to be connected to an independent self-driving vehicle. At all times, 216 inactive Containment Chambers are to be readily available in case of sudden and unforeseen breach of SCP-4885's containment. One D-Class subject of stable mental health is to be submitted into the vehicle, and driven into the system. A cryptographically secure pseudorandom number generator is to choose a random number between one and thirty-six, and the vehicle is to be transported to a Containment Chamber based on the number chosen. Each Containment Chamber has a single digital monitor that is capable of outputting video at 720p resolution. Once a D-Class subject is transported to a random chamber, a message is to be sent to every monitor simultaneously. This message consists of the current location of SCP-4885, delivered via an implanted tracking device. The GPS is only accessible by Level 5 Personnel or SCP-4885 containment staff on a need to know basis. After approximately two hours, each containment chamber is to be transported to a randomly designated Foundation site via self-driving trucks. The trucks are to be disguised as a packaging service in order to prevent suspicion. In the event an accident occurs during this stage, Procedure Invenient Eum is to be enacted again. No personnel who are aware of SCP-4885's existence are to go within 100 meters of any Class-17 Containment Chamber. Several signs and warnings have been placed around each chamber, labeling it as a water treatment room, and that attempted access is punishable by immediate amnestication and loss of employment as decided by the Ethics Committee. These warnings tell personnel to report to a nearby Automated Site Overseer of any leaks from the chamber, in which the person will be visually amnesticized by the Overseer, and Procedure Invenient Eum will be reenacted. For more information regarding the composition of Class-17 Containment Chambers, please consult Document 7631.00. Currently, SCP-4885-1 instances that are located via far2.AIC are contained within Location i. The whereabouts of Location i are only known to far2.AIC. Currently, far2.AIC is connected to 80% of CCTV security cameras within the United States, and 40% of total CCTV security cameras on Earth. SCP-4885-1 instances discovered by far2.AIC will have specialized Foundation carrier drones be dispatched and attempt to grab the body, and carry it to Location i, using routes that minimize the chance of unwanted civilian interference. In the event that a civilian notices a drone and SCP-4885 breaches containment, the drone will send an "All Alert" message to SCP-4885's containment team, and Procedure Invenient Eum will be enacted. In the event that Location i's whereabouts are discovered at large, the next personnel located within Document PAINT-THE-TOWN-YELLOW will establish the next Location i, and their immediate family will be notified of their death. Description: SCP-4885 is an anomalous humanoid resembling the main character of the popular series of puzzle books "Where's Wally?" (known in the US as "Where's Waldo?"). This entails that SCP-4885 wears a horizontal red and white striped shirt, a red and white bobble hat, and jeans. However, a noticeable difference in appearance from the character is the entity's paler skin and the lack of eyes. In the event that a subject knows of SCP-4885's current location at any given time1, SCP-4885 will move to the nearest wall and begin to "phase" into it. SCP-4885 will appear inside of the subject, and will reach up the esophagus and grab the subject's chin through their mouth. SCP-4885 will then proceed to pull themselves through the subject, destroying their internal organs and their spine. Once this has occurred, a yellow liquid will exit the corpse's mouth and will cover the subject entirely, which causes it to become an SCP-4885-1 instance. SCP-4885 will remain in its current location, occasionally patrolling the area, until another person discovers its location once again. However, if SCP-4885 is close enough to the subject when they discover its location, they will instead approach the subject, attempt to climb into the subject's mouth, enter their abdomen and exit their body through the subject's pelvis. During this time, SCP-4885 can easily dislocate/relocate any joint in its body, and its skin and muscles will gain the consistency of a malleable solid, allowing it to easily climb into and out of the subject. SCP-4885-1 instances are anomalous corpses that were created by SCP-4885. The entire body of an SCP-4885-1 instance is covered in illustrations similar to those found in Where's Wally? books, with many different characters appearing on the instance's skin. These illustrations originate from the liquid that exits the corpses' mouth. Currently, no instances of the cartoon character "Wally" have been found on an SCP-4885-1 instance. These illustrations cannot be removed from the subject unless the skin it is placed on is removed. If a subject knows the location of any given SCP-4885-1 instance, SCP-4885 will teleport itself to the subject and kill them in the exact same manner as if they discovered SCP-4885 itself. This will also transform them into an SCP-4885-1 instance. SCP-4885 was discovered residing in [LOCATION REDACTED] within a small wooden house. Mobile Task Force Chi-19 ("Unrelenting Punishment") was sent to capture an entirely separate anomaly, and did not know of SCP-4885's existence. Subjects: Amelia Merrick (M-1), James Klein (M-2), Kurt Stoll (M-3) [BEGIN LOG] M-1: Mic check. M-2: Yup. M-3: All good. M-1: Equipment check. M-2: Everything's working as intended. M-3: Ditto. M-1: Transcript number… 67. We are entering the house. M-3: No one's talking to you Melly. M-2: Oh, stop it. Now is not the time, Kurt. M-3: Heh, right, sorry. The group enters the house. M-1: Initial descriptions of the object were a pair of black spectacles capable of killing the user, and covering their body in strange pictures from an unknown children's book. M-3: It was obviously Where's Wa- M-2: Kurt, stay professional. M-3: I just want to bring some life into M-1's robotic speech. M-1: I'm trying to keep my job, Kurt. M-2: Ahem. M-1: Sigh Right. The group search the ground floor for the object, and begin to go upstairs. Scraping noises are heard below them, but the group does not notice this. M-3: There's a picture on the wall. M-1: Hmm? M-3: Yeah, looks weird. Looks like crayon. M-2: Take a picture. M-3: Already on it. The image taken by M-3. M-2: Good. Think it has something to do with the anomaly? M-3: Of course. It looks like Waldo. M-1: Do any of you have an idea on where the object may be? M-3: Er, I think it's in here. M-1: Which room is this? M-3: Um… Bathroom. There's a toilet and a… a shower, yeah. At least I think it's a shower. The room is circular, with a normal porcelain toilet at the other side of the room. There is a small depression into the floor, leading to a small drain. M-2: Strange… what kind of shower is this? M-1: There is a modified sprinkler on the ceiling. There's a switch on one side of the room that, I assume, would activate the sprinkler. Seeing as this house has been abandoned for several years, I doubt it would work. M-3 activates the switch. Water begins to come out of the sprinkler. M-1: I stand corrected. Who is paying the water bill for this to work? Is it still hot? M-3 touches the water, and immediately recoils in pain. M-3: Gah… it's scalding. M-1: Who is… M-2: I have discovered the object. It was rested… uh, resting on the toilet. M-2 is seen holding a pair of black circular glasses. The lenses appear to be missing. M-1: Good. You know the drill. M-2 carefully examines the object, checking for fingerprints or any other traces of evidence. A small set of fingerprints are discovered on the temples of the glasses, which are revealed to be his own. M-2: Yup, these are the ones. I'll put these in a baggie real quick. M-2 produces a plastic bag from a small container around their waist, and places the glasses inside. M-3: There's an inscription here. It's in… uh, [REDACTED]. M-1: Where? M-3: Over here, on the wall. The phrase "[REDACTED]" is seen on the wall in [REDACTED]. M-3: This was definitely not here when we first got here. Should we just leave it be and tell command about this, or? M-2: It's most likely memetic. Here. let me translate it. I have training. M-2 takes out a small Foundation-made translator, and inputs the phrase. M-2: Huh, well never mind, doesn't appear to be memetic. It says… "The basement. The corpses from a child's book are in the basement. He is there too. Fr-. " And then it cuts off. M-3: Hm. Take a picture and we'll send it ba- M-2 begins to groan and hold their stomach. M-3: Are you okay? What happened? A set of fingers exit M-2's mouth, and grab their jaw. The hands push down, launching the jaw across the room. SCP-4885 exits M-2's body. M-1: W-what the f- Both M-1 and M-3 begin shooting at SCP-4885. The entity charges towards M-1 and shoves their fingers down their throat, and begin clawing into their mouth by unhinging their jaw. M-3: Please, fuck, oh god. P-please, command. We're at [LOCATION REDACTED]. I repeat, [LOCATION REDACTED]. We need assistance, asap. Help. HE- The audio is abruptly severed. [END LOG] When the transcript was received by a nearby site, the site almost immediately went into lockdown as SCP-4885 killed most of its personnel. The O5 Council enacted an emergency meeting, and Procedure Invenient Eum was created. Shortly after this, the procedure was enacted, and SCP-4885 was theorized to be contained. All information regarding SCP-4885's location of discovery was removed via an automatic algorithm, and SCP-4885's file was created. Addendum Location i's Creation Access Granted Note from Lead Researcher Andrew Pent Recently, I was alerted to the apparent danger of SCP-4885 and the corpses that it creates. Sure, we have Procedure Invenient Eum, but there are presumably hundreds of SCP-4885-1 instances out there that we cannot contain at all, as even the O5 Council has stated that they do not know how to contain the corpses. Here's my proposal. I will require no D-Class, nor any help from anyone. I will create an algorithm for drones and other machines to detect SCP-4885-1 instances, grab them, and deliver them to a specific location, which I will refer to as Location i. Location i, as far as any of you are concerned, will not exist. This "Location i" will be known to no one except for me, and me alone. I will establish Location i in the algorithm that I have created, and I will allow SCP-4885-1 instances to be dropped off at Location i. Any of you that know SCP-4885's effect know where this is going. Once Location i has been established, and the algorithm is up and running, I will exile myself to a location that, as far as any of you are concerned, will not exist. I will cast myself to the forests, and I will wait for SCP-4885 to take me. Roughly three days after I exile myself, activate Procedure Invenient Eum, and do not go looking for Location i. If you're reading this and you're not an O5, then everything that I just said has already happened, and this proposal is a success. No need to pray for me. Instead, pray that you never find Waldo. Footnotes 1. The anomalous property will not trigger if the knowledge of its location is too ambiguous, such as "Planet Earth," or "China." The specifics of this effect are unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4885" by Westrin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4885. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-4886 | euclid | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains gore and bestiality ⚠️ content warning From: MRoberts4@Scipnet (Agent Macie Roberts, Classification Level Nx-56/4886; Employee Number 4947) To: CStephens6@Scipnet (Director Cian Stephens; Classification Level XF-4; Employee Number 1048) Re: SCP-4886, URGENT Date: 21/06/1990 We have a problem. Attached: scp-4886@scipnet aar_4886_81989.docs incident_report_4886_an_hae.docs transfer.msgs proposed_changes.sscpd scp-4886@scipnet Threat Level: Orange Nx-56, with SCP-4886 visible in the background. Special Containment Procedures: An Exclusion Zone has been established around the legal boundaries of SCP-4886. It is surrounded by a 3 meter high chain-link fence. Nearby residents believe it to be the private property of Agent Jonathan Lancelot; assigned personnel are to act accordingly. An Interior Zone has been established 1 kilometer from the Exclusion Zone's edge, surrounded by a fortified perimeter. Personnel are restricted from entering this Interior Zone outside of deep cleaning operations. SCP-4886-A's population is managed by Task Force He-2 ("Yogi's Nightmare"). TF-ה2 is responsible for enforcing existing anti-trespassing measures, as well as neutralizing SCP-4886-A found outside of SCP-4886's Interior Zone (excluding human births, which are to be handled by appropriate medical personnel). Civilians attacked by SCP-4886-A are to undergo Class-A Amnestic treatment under the guise of trauma therapy. As per the Nexus-56 interaction protocols, the Foundation has taken over Summerstone's law enforcement and parks services agencies. Civilians are aware of SCP-4886-A's existence, and have been encouraged to report sightings through the appropriate channels. Standard disinformation protocols have been implemented. Screen capture from a field recording taken within the Interior Zone. Description: SCP-4886 is Willinggami Woods, a forest surrounded by the town of Summerstone, Wales. It is a temperate rainforest, with a largely-endemic ecosystem that has been threatened by SCP-4886-A. SCP-4886-A is the collective designation for animaloid entities found within SCP-4886. Physiologically, instances are diverse, though many bear a superficial resemblance to members of the phylum Platyhelminthes (otherwise known as "flatworms"). They are aggressive and invasive, having nearly destroyed Summerstone's ecosystem prior to Foundation involvement. Instances of SCP-4886-A can impregnate animals of sufficient physiological similarity. This occurs regardless of the animal's sex. Initial surveys found that in roughly 64% of cases, subjects give birth to non-anomalous members of its species; subjects otherwise give birth to an SCP-4886-A instance. Despite this, instances show low fertility levels, intraspecies sterility, and high miscarriage rates unsuitable for its population growth. Although largely confined to the center of SCP-4886, SCP-4886-A's population will infrequently swell to and beyond its borders. HISTORY Initial containment began on 18/07/1975 following increased Nexus engagement efforts as part of the Delta-Unseelie project. Prior to discovery, SCP-4886 had been owned by a succession of private individuals, having traditionally been willed to a protégé of the previous owner. Such owners were traditionally tasked with protecting Summerstone from SCP-4886-A. At the time, SCP-4886 was under the ownership of Jonathan Geirstein Lancelot, a 24-year-old law enforcement officer that had been willed the property three years prior by the late Anthony Bram Lindell. Mr. Lancelot's familiarity with SCP-4886 and his proficiency in hunting SCP-4886-A proved vital to initial containment efforts, leading to his employment in an official capacity. Research into the history of SCP-4886 has proven inconclusive; SCP-4886-A appears to have been present for as long as the local population can remember. Attacks, while infrequent enough that few large-scale depopulation efforts were executed, were accepted and expected by local residents. With the assistance of Agent Lancelot, modern containment efforts were finalized on 21/12/1975. aar_4886_81989.docs On 06/08/1989, a decision was made to perform a deep-cleaning excursion into SCP-4886, with the intention of discovering and curtailing the primary source of SCP-4886-A's population. This decision was made in the wake of a string of attacks against the population of Summerstone beginning on 01/08/1989. An instance of SCP-4886-A gnawing on a bone. These attacks were notable for their complexity, often occurring in locations that SCP-4886-A had not been thought capable of entering (such as private residences). Evidence suggested that SCP-4886-A had advanced to the point of rudimentary sapience, having demonstrated proficiency in controlled arson, lock-picking, and burglary. Mobile Task Force Epsilon ("Lights in the Dark") was brought in to assist TF-ה2 in containment efforts. The joint task force was split into three groups; one was responsible for finding and neutralizing SCP-4886-A's primary source, while the other two dealt with thinning the population. The primary team (henceforth referred to as H2E1) consisted of the following personnel: Agent Jonathan Lancelot: Head of TF-ה2. Experience in law enforcement and game hunting, grew up in Nx-56. Agent Ji-Young Hae: Primary tracker for MTF-ε. Former private investigator with experience in game hunting. Agent Dexter Norman: Agent of MTF-ε. Former bodyguard. Agent Griffeth Glines: Agent of TF-ה2. Experience in law enforcement and information security, citizen of Nx-56. Dr. Chatur Goyal: Research specialist of MTF-ε. PhD in ecology, field researcher on loan from Cardiff University. The following logs have been excerpted for the sake of brevity. ► Expedition Log 4886/8.1989.H2E1.1 ▼ Access Granted Expedition Log 4886/8.1989.H2E1.1 Begin Log 1.1 The log opens with a view of the Eastern SCP-4886 checkpoint, from the point of view of Agent Lancelot's helmet's onboard camera. Lancelot: This is Agent Lancelot, Task Force He-Two, here with the lovely Mobile Task Force Epsilon. Can we get a role call? The view pans across the members of H2E1, all of whom are double-checking equipment. Of note: Agent Glines is having difficulty with his boots. Hae: Hae Ji-young, Mobile Task Force Epsilon. Glines: Griffeth Glines, He-Two. Norman: Agent Norman, Epsilon. Goyal: Uh… Dr. Goyal, researcher for Mobile Task Force Epsilon. Lancelot: Good, good. Glines: Role call's new. Lancelot: New faces, Grif. The camera moves back to examining the checkpoint. Post-mission analysis reveals that an avian instance of SCP-4886-A is briefly visible in the low foliage, which Lancelot ignores. Lancelot: It's a beautiful overcast day in Willinggami Woods, SCP-4886. Team two and three have moved in, hopefully drawing the dash A's attention away from us for the time being. Team one's ready to go in, scope things out, we got enough supplies to do that for a week and enough tape to record three days of that week. Whenever you're ready. Lancelot waits for an affirmative from the other four, approximately 45 seconds. Glines is the last to affirm; the team moves in shortly after. End Log 1.1 Begin Log 1.2 H2E1 continues through SCP-4886, lead by Hae with Norman guarding the flank. Lancelot keeps watch around the sides of the team, although his gaze occasionally turns to Hae. Lancelot: Juuuuust checking back in, team's proceeding inward. Everything's looking good… Goyal: Is this normal for him? The radio voice? Glines replies, though his response is indistinct. Lancelot: Eh, it pays to be a little lighthearted. All this is a very stressful job, and that's before- Norman: Shos1 spotted. Norman is heard firing at an off-screen target, startling the other members of H2E1. Lancelot immediately turns to Norman, whose rifle is trained on the corpse of a deer. The deer's ventral torso has ruptured; as Lancelot comes closer, a cervine instance of SCP-4886-A can be seen devouring its mother's viscera. Hae: Jesus fucking Christ! Dr. Goyal comes into the camera view, crouching down to examine the instance. Hae: Don't touch that. Please don't tell me- Goyal: Just relax. Removing his backpack, Dr. Goyal retrieves a field forensics kit and begins examining the deer's corpse. The camera shifts focus to Hae (who is retching), then Glines (who alternates between staring at the deer and looking away), before settling back on Dr. Goyal. End Log 1.2 Analysis of SCP-4886-A-288 SCP-4886-A-288 was a fetal instance of SCP-4886-A, hosted by a female specimen of Capreolus capreolus2. A-288's physiology was unsuited for life outside the womb. Lacking an effective means of locomotion, A-288 would have been forced to crawl on its belly, exposing it to dirtborn pathogens and frictional burn. In place of eyes were eyespots, which would have provided insufficient sensory input to properly respond to predators. Despite this, A-288 possessed a fully functional digestive system, though one typically suited for the digestion of meat. In addition to A-288, A-288's mother was carrying a non-anomalous stillborn fawn. Begin Log 1.3 H2E1 have proceeded further into SCP-4886 with little interruption. Norman: Damn it, won't come off. Glines: The blood's not fun to wash out. Still, it's better than letting it live. Norman drags the sole of his boot against a nearby rock. Hae: Yeah, Christ. Epsilon's seen some shit, but I don't deal with that every day. I don't know how you and Jack manage. Lancelot: Really, I think I'm just used to it. Live here long enough and you pretty much have to. The camera once more turns to face Hae, who is looking back to Lancelot. Hae blinks, before quickly turning away. Glines clears his throat. Hae: Right. So, before we hit the IZ, anything in particular we wanna be looking for? Hae turns back to face Lancelot, then Glines. Glines: You know, I think it's just- Lancelot: If I may? Most of the attacks, the ones I've seen, that requires opposable thumbs. Usually, that means it's a primate. Now, Wales has exactly two primates, and both are bipeds. That narrows the kinds of tracks down. Given that no one's died from seeing something, that leaves humans. If they're anything like us, they're smart enough to use tools. Goyal: I don't quite like that implication. Glines: I mean, given the attacks, I don't know what else could do this. Goyal: Not that. The, uh, the human part. That means they have humans. Lancelot: Or something else. End Log 1.3 Begin Log 1.4 H2E1 have approached the Interior Zone's Eastern Checkpoint, approximately 1 hour and 10 minutes into the mission. Little of interest has occurred since Log 1.3, and H2E1 perform a standard check-in and pass through the Checkpoint without incident. Six minutes pass without incident. At approximately 1:16 into the footage, Lancelot's camera briefly picks up an instance of SCP-4886-A (hereby designated A-289) hiding in a nearby bush. Neither Lancelot nor any other member of H2E1 acknowledge it at this time. At 1:19, while H2E1 deliberates on where to head next, Lancelot calls the team's attention to a nearby stream, where A-289 can be seen wading through the shallows. Hae and Norman fire towards it, injuring but not killing it, causing the instance to retreat further down the stream. The rest of the footage consists of H2E1 chasing A-289. At the 2 hour mark, Lancelot's camera beeps thrice to indicate that all available space has been filled, and the tape ends. End Log 1.4 ► Expedition Log 4886/8.1989.H2E1.2 ▼ Access Granted Expedition Log 4886/8.1989.H2E1.2 Begin Log 2.1 Footage opens with H2E1 surrounding a deceased instance of A-289, now clearly visible to the camera. A-289 is a stark-white humanoid, and would have stood approximately 1.3 meters tall. Aside from two eye spots and a partially-extended pharynx, A-289's face is featureless. Lancelot: We okay? This is H2E1, back on tape, and it's a beautiful overcast day. Norman: Not the word I'd use. The view turns to Dr. Goyal and Glines, currently examining the corpse of A-289. With Glines' assistance, Dr. Goyal performs a rudimentary dissection, occasionally breaking to record observations in his field notes. Hae: So… recap. The view quickly shifts to Hae. Hae: H2E1… neutralized the shos. Over the course of an hour or so, we pursued it further in, shot it a few times. Eventually it bled out, and now we're here. Aaaaanything I'm missing? Lancelot: Don't worry about it, Ji-young. Hunting's half the fun in He-2. Hae: What's the other half? Lancelot: The hero treatment's not half bad. Lancelot turns back to face Glines, currently holding A-289's corpse in place. Glines looks back at Lancelot, furrowing his brow in apparent contemplation before returning slight, tilted nod. Glines: I mean I guess, what we can get. Beats being a cop. Hae: Huh. Sounds like you two have it pretty good. Glines mumbles something under his breath. Post-incident analysis was unable to discern Glines' exact words, other than a reference to "Jack". Lancelot: Really, I couldn't have done it without Summerstone's support. It's an honor, serving this beautiful town. The attention's just the cherry on top. For the next ten minutes, Dr. Goyal continues examining A-289's corpse. At approximately 2:11, he closes his notebook and stands up. Goyal: Well, that was enlightening. Shall we be off? Hae: Right. Lancelot: Good, good. Northwestwest's looking good, let's see where the wind blows. Lancelot kicks A-289's corpse, and H2E1 continues. End Log 2.1 Analysis of SCP-4886-A-289 SCP-4886-A-289 was a bipedal humanoid of unclear intelligence. It stood approximately 129 centimeters tall, and appeared pale and hairless. A-289 did not display the aggression typical of SCP-4886-A; while most likely a logical reaction to the presence of multiple persons, such behavior suggests sentience, and further suggests that instances of SCP-4886-A vary in intelligence. Furthermore, A-289's gait was remarkably human from what little I observed, as were its evasive tactics. In conjugation with the evasive tactics observed in its retreat, this suggests a human origin. Begin Log 2.2 H2E1, headed by Agent Lancelot, continue through the Interior Zone at a steady pace, occasionally checking in with H2E2 and H2E3. At approximately 2:31, H2E1 encounters what appears to be an unpaved foot trail. Norman: … do we follow? Hae: I see no reason not to. Jack? Lancelot: Does a bear shit in the woods? Lancelot heads west down the path, while H2E1 follows behind. Audio picks up Lancelot softly whistling "The Lincolnshire Poacher". H2E1 continues for approximately 2 minutes before Glines stops and audibly groans. Glines: Shit, we were supposed to mark the trees. Lancelot: Mmm, I think we're good. Glines: Maybe us, but what about Epsilon? What if we need to send more people? I don't know if muscle memory suffices, Lancelot. Lancelot: Seriously man, don't worry about it. I know this place inside and outside. And hey, think of it this way: if I die, all you gotta do is walk in a straight line until- Norman: Shos spotted. Norman is heard firing at an off-screen target, visibly startling Glines and eliciting shock from the rest of H2E1. Lancelot turns back to Norman, who is looking at a point further down the trail. Norman: … correction: that's… Norman trails off as Lancelot approaches. The camera focuses on Norman's rifle, then shifts to where Norman had been pointing his rifle. A few meters behind the treeline is the cadaver of a nude European male in the early stages of decomposition, hanging upside-down by a wired snare three meters in the air. Norman appears to have shot the cadaver through its distended midsection. As Lancelot approaches, signs of significant mutilation3 become clearer. Goyal: I don't like this forest. Lancelot: It's charming on its better days, I'll give it that. Lancelot kneels down to examine a pile beneath the corpse, briefly whistling as he does. Its contents consist primarily of crude fetish objects mixed with fresh carrion. Sighing, Lancelot stands back up. Lancelot: I do so love my job. Continue? End Log 2.2 Begin Log 2.3 H2E1 has continued down the Western path for approximately an hour, once more headed by Lancelot. Hae: 4886 can't be that big, can it? Glines: I wouldn't doubt it. All the death, these woods have to be haunted by something. I mean, hasn't Epsilon had its share? Goyal: Wilderness, yes. Not necessarily… this. Hae: Yeah, tell me about it. Props to you and Jack, I don't think I'll be able to eat for another week at this rate. Lancelot: Sure you're not in the mood for flatworm stew? Summerstone specialty. Hae: I think I'll pass. You can take me to- Branches rustle from behind the group as something can be heard dropping from above. Glines: Jesus fuck! Lancelot turns back to Glines, who is struggling with an instance of A-289 clinging to his neck. As Glines struggles to free himself, several more instances of A-289 emerge from the treeline bearing primitive weaponry and engage H2E1 in combat. Footage of the fight is predictably indistinct; careful analysis of the available footage suggests the force of A-289 have adapted a divide and conquer strategy, primarily targeting Agents Glines while attempting to distract the remaining members of H2E1. H2E1 eventually fend the A-289 off, bearing relatively minor injuries. All five are silently attempting to recuperate when Glines suddenly yells in apparent frustration. Glines: That's the sixth time this month! Lancelot: Eh, it's not so- Glines: I swear to god they've been teaming up on me. I'm done with this. Glines breaks from the group to head in the direction several A-289 fled towards. Lancelot: You know, we really should- Glines: Are you gonna take us nowhere like you always do, Lancelot? You know, maybe we want to trail them. Maybe we want to find where they live or breed and put a stop to that. Hae: We should settle down. Glines: And let them flee? Excuse me, but what's our mission here? This is a lead, more than just a foot trail. It's somewhere they fled to, where they feel they can gain something by going. For fuck's sake, I don't know about you but I've been put through this song and dance so many times and not once did we follow them, Jack. Look where that's got us now! Glines turns back to continue. Norman sighs, then tentatively follows; he is followed by Hae and Dr. Goyal. Lancelot pauses. Lancelot: Oh bother. As Lancelot trails the rest of H2E1, his camera beeps thrice to indicate that all available space has been filled, and the tape ends. End Log 2.3 ► Expedition Log 4886/8.1989.H2E1.3 ▼ Access Granted Expedition Log 4886/8.1989.H2E1.3 Begin Log 3 Footage resumes with Agent Lancelot squatting down to exam the corpse of an A-289 instance; cause of death is a gunshot to the head. The remaining members of H2E1 are not visually present, but can be heard in the background. Hae: Jack? Is that thing still giving you trouble? Lancelot: Just loading the camera, should be good. Kicking the A-289's corpse, Lancelot turns to face the rest of the group. H2E1 has converged around a dilapidated single-story cabin, sitting in the middle of a canopied clearing. The cabin is surrounded by a wooden fence in severe disrepair. As Lancelot approaches, the remains of patio furniture can be seen scattered around the grounds. Surrounding the clearing are several instances of A-289, none of which appear willing to enter. Lancelot: We sure we want to mess around here? This place just looks sad. Glines, who has been examining an abandoned well, looks up at Lancelot. Glines: I don't know if we can skip this, Lancelot. Cabin means someone lives here. Lancelot: Lived, maybe. Glines: You're talking about a cabin in the middle of the woods not even the monsters will touch. If these things only got smarter in recent memory, chances are this cabin… (Glines visibly retches)… god, this place smells like shit. Even sticking my nose down the well's an improvement. Lancelot: Yeah, be careful. Don't want you falling down and breaking your neck. Glines: Mmm. Dr. Goyal is seen approaching the two. Goyal: I've collected a few samples, mostly soil, but a few from the firepit. Given, well, my dismal combat expertise, would either of you mind holding onto them in case I do not make it? Glines: Bit of a grim way of looking at it. Goyal: I'm a doctor, Mr. Glines. Good with my fingers, my fists… not so much. All three remain silent for several seconds, before Glines sighs, taking the aforementioned samples. Goyal: Thank you, Mr. Glines. As Dr. Goyal leaves to continue investigating the clearing, Lancelot turns his attention to Norman (who is keeping lookout), then Hae (who is investigating a spot of soil near a chopping stump), whom he approaches. Lancelot: Find any tracks, puma? Hae turns back to face Lancelot, brushing her hair out of her face. She softly chuckles. Hae: Not tracks. Look at this. Beckoning Lancelot closer, Hae points to a patch of dirt. Hae: Depression. Not as much foliage. I think something's buried here, Jack. It's something, even if I don't know what. Lancelot: … huh. Hae: It's near enough to the stump that… well, could've been disposal. Makeshift pit? Maybe if we dig down we'll find something. Lancelot: Eh, the midgets are too stupid for that. I'm betting on worms. Hae: … worms? Lancelot: Sure looks like it. Have I told you about my dad? Hae: A little, I think. Landscape architect, bit eccentric? Lancelot: Right, mean old son-of-a-bitch. Knew his gardens, made sure I did too. That's worms. Maybe not flatworms, but worms. Hae: Worms. Lancelot: Round ones. Hae nods, then returns to examining the soil. Lancelot remains where he is for several seconds, before turning to approach Norman. Lancelot: See anything, Norm? Norman: It's Norman. Lancelot: Eh, just sounds too formal. Norman: It's my name, Agent. Lancelot: Still a bit too formal. Can I call you Dexter? Just Dex? Norman turns away from the treeline. His brow is furrowed. Norman: Awful friendly, Agent. Lancelot: Eh, spend five years on the beat and thirteen on the hunt and you make do with what you got. Norman stays silent for several seconds, briefly glancing up at Lancelot's helmet-mounted camera, before sighing. Norman: I'd… really prefer Norman, Agent. At least until we're better acquainted. Both remain silent for several seconds. Norman scratches his head. Norman: Sorry. Lancelot: Nah, it's alright. I can treat you to- Lancelot is cut off by a loud scream from behind, prompting Norman to draw his weapon. Glancing back, Lancelot spots the cabin — its door broken inwards — and rushes over to investigate. Lancelot arrives just before Hae, with Norman covering from afar. Drawing his rifle, Lancelot enters the cabin interior. The interior of the cabin is comparably dilapidated to its exterior: its walls are caked in mold, and the cabin as a whole is infested with gnats. The floor is covered in a mixture of grime, woodchips, hair, and dead insects. Furniture is limited to a wooden dresser, a legless bed (upon which rests a thoroughly-stained mattress), an unlit fireplace stove, and a table upon which a putrefied human corpse wearing a polka-dot dress lies. Agent Glines stands in the middle of the cabin, staring at the corpse with his sidearm drawn. Lancelot: … oh. Oh… Griffeth? Are you- Glines: Shut up. Both remain silent for several seconds. Glines continues staring at the body, occasionally swatting at stray insects on his skin. Hae: Everything alright? Glines blinks twice, looking between Lancelot and the body in quick succession. Lancelot takes a step back. Glines: … she was wearing… this was her favorite dress, and- Lancelot: Youuuu know her? Glines: I, I, I-i mean. Tegan… date. She called me and… Glines pauses, blinks twice, and grins. Glines: Holy shit. Lancelot takes another step back as Glines bursts into a fit of laughter, lasting for several seconds. Turning back to Lancelot, he opens his mouth, only to fall into another laughing fit, prompting Lancelot to take yet another step back. Glines's laughter is interspersed with coughs, eventually degenerating into a pained wheeze during which Glines leans against a wall for support. As Glines goes silent, he looks back up at Lancelot, still grinning. Glines: Son of a bitch, Jack. Glines raises his firearm and fires at Lancelot, striking his helmet. Lancelot's camera is destroyed. End Log 3 ► Expedition Log 4886/8.1989.H2E1.4 ▼ Access Granted Expedition Log 4886/8.1989.H2E1.4 Following the destruction of Agent Lancelot's camera, H2E1 was left without a reliable recording method. The following log is a synopsis of the surviving members' testimonies. As a result of Agent Glines's unprovoked assault, Agent Lancelot is forced to neutralize him in self defense. Agents Hae and Norman enter the cabin almost immediately upon the hearing gunfire; the sight of Glines's death soon provokes a brief argument before Agent Lancelot explains the situation. From there, the team discusses their next steps. While this is happening, Dr. Goyal has been outside, keeping watch on the A-289 instances around the clearing perimeter. According to testimony, Dr. Goyal was unwilling to engage with the events within the cabin, owing to his lack of sufficient training; furthermore, he had been "fascinated" by the behavior of the A-289 and their steadfast refusal to enter the clearing. Dr. Goyal makes several more observations in his notebook; in particular, that SCP-4886-A-289 respond with greater negativity to English speech in comparison to Hindi and Punjabi. The remaining members of H2E1 soon emerge from the cabin, reconvening with Dr. Goyal. A decision is made: H2E1 will brief command on its situation, and wait for further instructions. In light of both the loss and inexplicable actions of Agent Glines, H2E1 is ordered to retreat on the basis of possible memetic contamination, as are the secondary teams. Retreat is uneventful, apart from the neutralization of SCP-4886-A instances encountered en route to the checkpoint. Upon return, operatives are isolated, detained, and screened for memetics. Upon the confirmation of healthy memeplexes across the board, all operatives are released. Following the operation, sightings and attacks decreased significantly; despite this, the source of SCP-4886-A's population surges remain unknown. Several theories have been put forth: SCP-4886-A-293, a massive, immobile boviform encountered and subsequently neutralized by H2E2, had been responsible for the mass birth of SCP-4886-A. A-293 appears to have hosted several instances of SCP-4886-A within its body, although the nature of its neutralization prevented a thorough examination of its physiology. SCP-4886-A's population was larger than estimated, enabling it to reach a "critical mass" favorable to further growth. The Foundation has overlooked an integral component of the SCP-4886 anomaly. Agent Glines assisted in the spread of SCP-4886-A, knowingly or unknowingly. incident_report_4886_an_hae.docs Following the events of 11/08/1989, MTF-ε was temporarily stationed in Nx-56 in the interests of budget. MTF-ε would remain in Nx-56 until 15/08/1989, when Foundation Overwatch redeployed it in response to sightings of URA-173. On 01/10/1989, Agent Hae registered an anomalous pregnancy with the Site-17 medical center. Agent Hae reported a lack of sexual activity or contact with male reproductive systems, nor sufficient interaction with natal anomalies to warrant contamination. Regardless, preliminary tests proved inconclusive. Following standard questioning procedures, Agent Hae was considered eligible for Boleyn Program enrollment.4 Agent Hae was reassigned to a low-stress position and periodically administered prenatal physicals, as standard. No fetal anomalies were detected during this time, although it was determined that Agent Hae was carrying twins. Agent Hae went into labor on 08/05/1990, delivering on 09/05/1990 at 06:15 and 06:19. The attending obstetrician logged the following: ► Delivery Log 17-8B84 ▼ Access Granted Delivery Log Personnel Identification Number: P-8B84 Date delivered: 09/05/1990, 06:15 (GBWLTB-Site-17 local time) State of delivery: Live Weight: 3.18 kg Head circumference: 34 cm Length: 48 cm APGAR scores: 1/1/2/1/2 Race: East Asian Eyes: Blue Mother: Ji-Young Hae (Employee Number 4952) Father: Unknown Anomalous? Yes/No/Inconclusive Additional notes: Following the birth of P-8B85, P-8B84 has been classified as URA-4886. ► Delivery Log 17-8B85 ▼ Access Granted Delivery Log Personnel Identification Number: P-8B85 Date delivered: 09/05/1990, 06:19 (GBWLTB-Site-17 local time) State of delivery: Indeterminate Weight: 4.6 kg (total; see additional notes) Head circumference: Indeterminate Length: Indeterminate APGAR scores: (n/a)/0/(n/a)/2/0 Race: See additional notes Eyes: Indeterminate Mother: Ji-Young Hae (Employee Number 4952) Father: Unknown Anomalous? Yes/No/Inconclusive Additional notes: Initially appearing to be a non-anomalous stillbirth, P-8B85 shed its skin shortly after delivery. P-8B85 resembles a partially-fused mass of various vermiforms, and has been classified as SCP-4886-A-294. To the Foundation's knowledge, Agent Hae lacked a history of contact with SCP-4886-A sufficient to induce pregnancy. However, Agent Hae was in no condition to be interrogated further at the time. RAISA therefore initiated a covert investigation into the events following MTF-ε's arrival at Nx-56. Initially, the investigation returned little: several security logs relating to Agent Hae were missing from the archive. RAISA auditors noted, however, several inconsistencies in the timeframes and durations of lost logs. Metadata analysis further indicated that several of the logs surrounding the missing sections had been submitted to SCiPNet a day or more after they had been taken. In light of this, RAISA theorized that the events surrounding Agent Hae's pregnancy had been deliberately obfuscated by a hostile actor with access to Foundation resources. Agent Hae's records indicated that she had not been amnesticized for years prior; however, hair and body-fat tests indicated the presence of AMN-A0134, a Class-A Amnestic compound commonly employed by authorized members of the Nx-56 containment team. With this in mind, RAISA auditors reexamined the available footage to determine activities of personnel authorized for AMN-A0134 usage between 11/08/1989 and 15/08/1989. Upon further review, all such personnel were accounted for, with the exception of Agent Lancelot. [REDACTED PENDING DECLASSIFICATION OF INCIDENT 4886-AO] transfer.msgs MEMORANDUM ON MR. LANCELOT AND THE SCP-4886 PROJECT Following the events of Incidents 4886-AN-Hae and 4886-AO, both the Nx-56 and SCP-4886 projects have been transferred into the custody of GBWLTB-Site-17. Furthermore, I would like to personally apologize on behalf of the SCP-4886 containment team. Mr. Lancelot had been instrumental in the establishment of SCP-4886's containment, as an agent, containment specialist, and consultant. If not for his work, Summerstone's ecosystem may have been permanently destroyed. The SCP-4886 containment team naturally afforded him an unprecedented level of freedom. The Nx-56 site management had been aware of reported problematic behavior from Mr. Lancelot (and, to an extent, other members of Task Force He-2), and elected to deal with such matters privately. It was not, however, aware of the full extent of Mr. Lancelot's repugnant actions as revealed during Incident 4886-AO. For such a grave oversight, I am thoroughly ashamed. Sincerely, ~ Dr. Evelyn Havaldar proposed_changes.sscpd Threat Level: Red See Video Log 4886-AO. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4886 is uncontained. Personnel formerly allocated to the management of Nx-56-EX are tasked with escalating disinformation campaigns in order to remove SCP-4886-A from the collective knowledge of Summerstone. To this end, SCP-4886-EX has been acquired by Allen Snitches, a Foundation front company. Deforestation efforts are underway, both to recoup financial losses and assist in disinformation. Provisional Task Force Ji ("Red Dragon") has been tasked with the capture of SCP-4886. PTF-ぢ consists primarily of asexual/celibate personnel with experience in forensics, tracking, and criminal profiling. Reports of Platyhelminthes-adjacent entities are to be immediately investigated by PTF-ぢ, with priority given to sightings in Northern Europe and the Anglosphere. Once captured, SCP-4886 is to be contained in a Type-A Humanoid Containment Cell in Site-17. For ease of identification, SCP-4886 is to be fitted with its former disguise, which has been surgically castrated and tattooed with identifying symbols. SCP-4886 is considered in breach of containment as long as it remains outside this disguise. Instances of SCP-4886-A are to be neutralized as soon as possible. Development of obstetric equipment capable of identifying SCP-4886-A prior to birth is underway. Description: SCP-4886 is an entity that previously identified itself as Jonathan Geirstein Lancelot. Its current whereabouts are unknown. The following is known of SCP-4886: SCP-4886 is sapient, fluent in English, Welsh, and Finnish. SCP-4886 was capable of impersonating a human through unknown means. SCP-4886 is aware of the Foundation's existence and, to an extent, its operating structure. Over the span of fifteen years, SCP-4886 displayed proficiency in hunting, tracking, firearm usage, and amnestic administration. SCP-4886 is verifiably responsible for the death or disappearance of at least 5 Foundation personnel. SCP-4886 is capable of impregnating humans. The following is suspected of SCP-4886: SCP-4886 may have been directly responsible for the death or disappearance of 70+ persons over the span of at least twenty years, many of which have been falsely attributed to SCP-4886-A. SCP-4886 may be capable of impregnating all animals with which it can copulate, regardless of sex. SCP-4886 may have been the primary source of SCP-4886-A, cultivating its population and spread. SCP-4886 may be capable of creating a new disguise in absence of its previous one. SCP-4886-A are a series of highly aggressive animaloid entities thought to have been a product of SCP-4886-EX. Following Incident 4886-AO, the Foundation has been forced to reevaluate their nature. INCIDENT 4886-AO ACCESS GRANTED Following a thorough RAISA audit, it was determined that Agent Lancelot was actively involved in the spread of SCP-4886-A. RAISA was unable, however, to determine the nature of his involvement. A provisional task force (PTF-ち "Manhunter") was assembled, and subsequently tasked with monitoring Agent Lancelot's movements, initiating capture upon the confirmation of anomalous activity. Additionally, Agent Lancelot's standard-issue CCD5 was covertly replaced with an identical model fitted with a tracking chip. On 16/06/1990 at 15:31, Agent Lancelot was detected entering SCP-4886-EX. PTF-ち was instructed to follow and report back by radio upon the mission conclusion. At 18:22, Agent Lancelot's position was registered within the clearing recorded by Expedition Log 4886/8.1989.H2E1.3. It did not move thereafter. By 19/06/1990, PTF-ち had yet to report back. Several security officers were subsequently dispatched to assess the situation. At 13:09, officers arrived at the clearing to find it deserted. Attempts to locate the tracking chip led officers to the cabin. Along with the tracking device, officers discovered the following: One blowtorch. One backpack, empty. A book of sudoku puzzles, fully completed. A book of logic puzzles, partially completed. A book of crossword puzzles, partially completed and heavily damaged. Three used pencils, one broken pencil, and a sharpener. Two sets of pliers. One carving knife and whetstone. Preserved deer hide, stitched into the approximate form of a deer. Three half-completed wooden carvings of an unknown humanoid figure. One partially mutilated cadaver, later identified as suspected runaway Judas Greyson. Three canisters of photographic film, [DATA EXPUNGED] Spare pieces of magnetic tape. Scissors. Four sets of standard-issue task force equipment and clothing, neatly folded. Agent Lancelot's clothes, neatly folded. Agent Lancelot's preserved skin, neatly folded. A single videotape, designated Video Log 4886-AO. VIDEO LOG 4886-AO DATE: 16/06/1990 NOTE: Video Log 4886-AO appears to have been heavily altered at some point prior to acquisition. Audio is absent; footage has been shot with a standard-issue handheld recorder. [BEGIN LOG] Footage opens with Agents Carpenter and Parekh of PTF-ち standing outside of SCP-4886-EX, looking directly at the camera. Carpenter and Parekh appear to be discussing something with the cameraman, before being called over to the checkpoint by Officer Davis.6 Recording is stopped. Recording resumes: camera is subsequently mounted on the cameraman's helmet. PTF-ち is making its way through SCP-4886-EX via an unpaved foot trail. Five minutes into the footage, Agent Parekh turns back to say something to Agent Hills. Hills nods in response, and detaches his camera. Recording is stopped. Recording resumes: Carpenter, Parekh, and Davis have their weapons trained on an instance of A-289 that has been grazed by gunshot. A-289 is holding its hands in the air; as Agent Hills moves closer, moisture can be seen leaking from its eyespots. Agent Parekh steps closer and says something to the instance; it shudders in response, but stays put. A brief discussion is had between PTF-ち, during which time the camera zooms in upon the instance. It appears to notice this, turning to face Agent Hills as it exudes and retracts its pharynx. As Hills zooms out and remounts his camera, his fellow agents attempt active communication with A-289. Communication is primarily nonverbal; however, the instance appears to understand certain words. Occasionally it will stomp, either once or twice; this is presumed to be a rudimentary system of "yes/no". A-289 walks off, before beckoning PTF-ち to follow. After a short round of deliberation, PTF-ち readies their weapons and cautiously advances. A-289 stops inside of a small clearing, where two putrefying bodies can be seen hung from a branch. Agent Hills quickly unmounts his camera. Recording is stopped. Recording resumes: Agent Hills has mounted the camera on a tripod in the middle of the clearing, and speaks to the viewer. Half a minute in, Hills interrupts himself to briefly retch, before continuing. Three more minutes pass. As Hills finishes, he moves to stop the recording, only to be interrupted by Officer Davis. Davis motions towards the ground and gives an unknown command. The camera is soon unmounted, and directed at a pile of assorted debris beneath one of the bodies, A-289 crouched down beside it. Twenty seconds pass without incident, before two sticks of gum are tossed onto the pile; A-289 promptly stands up and resumes guiding PTF-ち. Recording is stopped. Recording resumes: Agent Hills's camera is stationed just outside of the large clearing from Expedition Log 4886/8.1989.H2E1.3. Sitting on a central stump is Agent Lancelot, who appears to be self-administering a suture on the underside of his right arm. Approximately 12 minutes pass before Agent Lancelot is interrupted by five instances of A-289, dragging along a bound humanoid. Lancelot does not acknowledge them until 3 more minutes pass, after which he stands up, nods, grabs the humanoid by its bindings, and drags it into the cabin. Two minutes pass. As the camera is hastily remounted to Hills's helmet, PTF-ち advances towards the cabin, positioning themselves in preparation for a possible raid. Ten seconds pass. The door to the cabin is kicked down, and PTF-ち enter the cabin, weapons at the ready. The interior remains in a similar state of disrepair to that observed on 11/08/1989, albeit slightly more decorated. The dresser is shaking, although a padlock prevents its opening. Agent Lancelot's clothes and skin lay strewn across the floor. Crouching in the middle of the cabin is a pale, indistinct figure. The entity is obscured by the dim lighting of cabin; however, it appears to be at least 4 meters tall and of relatively large build. Facing away from the camera, it does not visibly respond to the raid. Sixteen seconds pass. Agent Carpenter fires at the entity, leaving a small, bloodless wound in its back. The entity turns to face PTF-ち. Recording is stopped. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. MTF-ε slang, designating entities the team is instructed to shoot on sight. 2. European roe deer. 3. The cadaver's toes, fingertips, and testicles have been amputated, and an indistinct mark has been crudely branded into its flank. 4. The Boleyn Program is a program meant to incentivize participation in the study of natal anomalies. Personnel affected by such anomalies may accept a temporary increase in pay grade in exchange for carrying the fetus to term and relinquishing it into Foundation custody upon birth, regardless of anomaly or lack thereof. 5. Covert Communications Device. 6. Suggesting the cameraman is Agent Hills. |
SCP-4887 | keter | Item №: SCP-4887 Special Containment Procedures: Earth has been designated a Category-H1 Quarantine Zone. Instances of SCP-4887 are to be contained on-sight and stored in any available airtight containers, which are then to be transported via drone to Subterranean Storage Warehouse PERIANTH. Human presence within 20 kilometres of SSW-PERIANTH is to be treated as a breach of quarantine protocol, and may result in termination. Humans displaying signs of infection by SCP-4887 are to be dispatched via orbital strike. An instance of SCP-4887. Description: SCP-4887 are numerous organisms physically identical to the larvae of Western honey bees (Apis mellifera). SCP-4887 do not mature into adult bees at any point, but instead crawl constantly towards materials intended for human consumption, into which they bury and lie dormant. There is no known limit to the range of SCP-4887 instances' sense of direction; a single larva can detect a small quantity of food over more than 150 kilometres. SCP-4887 are impervious to physical harm, and can survive for seemingly indefinite periods of time without sustenance, oxygen, or light. When ingested by a human subject, SCP-4887 affix to the wall of the digestive system and trigger massive alterations in the subject's physiology. All bones in the cranium and jaw will immediately fracture, and muscle and fat in the neck, chest, and arms will move upwards and pack itself around the face; the subject's mouth will then deform to create an opening between 2 and 5 metres in diameter, with elongated teeth spaced evenly around the edge. The subject will involuntarily clamp this opening to the ground, and its tongue will engorge and begin excavating dirt or other materials in an effort to seek organic compounds. This is considered Stage 1 of infection, and full progression through the stage typically takes between 2 and 20 minutes. If the subject's tongue detects sufficient quantities of organic material (e.g. tree roots, soil, insects, or small mammals), digestive enzymes will be released and the subject will enter Stage 2, absorbing any available proteins and fibres through the lingual papillae. The additional biomass will be used to dislocate the subject's hip joints and move the legs downwards towards the shoulders, leaving the torso extended upwards towards the air. The four limbs (now arranged radially around the neck) will widen and expand, forming rigid sheets of photosynthetic material up to 10 metres wide and 50 centimetres thick. Analysis of tissue samples under ultraviolet light has revealed the presence of intricate fractal spirals on this material, though the purpose of these patterns is unknown. The average time taken to develop these tissue structures is 30 hours post infection. Termination prior to completion of Stage 2 will kill the subject but not neutralise the SCP-4887 instance — it must be retrieved manually from within the subject's abdomen and contained as normal. Between two days and three weeks after the completion of Stage 2, Stage 3 will begin; the subject's legless torso will engorge and take on a purplish hue as the insides are consumed by newly-formed SCP-4887 instances. Hostile engagement is not advised at this point; the larval sac will not rupture unless provoked, but if burst will eject a highly pressurised, caustic fluid, along with several thousand more SCP-4887. Newly created instances are vulnerable to high-energy impacts, but become functionally indestructible ~5 hours after sac-rupture. There are currently 430 known Stage 3 subjects worldwide. Addendum | Incident 4887-10A86: On 2050-09-02, the longest-surviving Stage 3 subject (formerly Mr. Randall McAllister, infected 2038-08-22) was the target of an anomalous apian entity (AE-4887-1) approximately 350 metres in length. The entity visually resembled a queen honey bee, but with a more elongated and aerodynamic form, and several dozen more limbs of varying length. No wings were recorded, but eyewitness reports include six translucent discs orbiting the entity as it moved. AE-4887-1 entered the atmosphere after spending three hours in Low Earth Orbit, and during its passage detached the subject's larvae-filled abdomen from its limbs and neck. The entity then exited through the cloud layer and either demanifested from local reality, entered some form of FTL jump, or employed a hitherto undiscovered cloaking mechanism. Its current location is unknown, as are its nature, species, or anomalous capabilities. Mr. McAllister has been recognised as deceased following the rapid desiccation of his remaining tissues. Footnotes 1. Full screening of humans and human-consumable substances leaving the planet; restricted entry to planet; globally disseminated documents regarding the potential risks of infection. |
SCP-4888 | neutralized | There are contradictions in your files, corruptions of large data, inconsistencies in your timeline. It must be agonizing. What I am offering you today is peace. Put down your sword and let us keep the norm. We demand it. Billith Written by Billith. If you liked this article, you'll probably like: SCP-3545 SCP-5541 SCP-3330 SCP-3959 initializing… connecting to SCPFNet, port 1020… … connection secure SCPFnet Database WARNING: Access to this network is restricted to authorized personnel ONLY. Any attempts to access this network without proper clearance are logged and reported to the SCPFnet webadmin. Unauthorized access, use or modification of information contained therein may result in legal/corrective action. If you do not recognize this page, please exit immediately. PLEASE ENTER SCPFN USERNAME O5-4.SCPFN.S01 PLEASE ENTER CREDENTIALS ********** CONFIRMED PLEASE LOOK INTO RETINAL SCANNER NOW CONFIRMED WELCOME, O5-4 O5-4@: access mainlist/V/4888/log.rtf 1 result(s) .. Item #: SCP-4888 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4888 no longer exists and therefore does not need to be contained. However, information relating to the existence of SCP-4888 should be scrubbed from all public repositories when possible. Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor traffic from sites of interest for key words relating to the existence of SCP-4888 and take proper action when applicable. At no time may any personnel attempt to interact with POI-4888-X, should an iteration appear. Description: SCP-4888 was the designation for former group of interest GOI-Σ ("The Sunrise Collective"). SCP-4888 was a large,1 anomalous covert organization with sightings located throughout the world. SCP-4888 primarily focused on the study and acquisition of anomalous objects. SCP-4888 possessed a number of notable traits, including but not limited to: Manifesting individuals (Designated SCP-4888-1) from an unknown location for a number of administrative, ancillary, containment and testing purposes. Memory manipulation of large populations to conceal or otherwise control mass thought and awareness. Omnipresence, to a degree that is uncertain. Should instances be discovered, personnel must assume SCP-4888 is once again aware of all or nearly all global Foundation activity. Anonymity, as all DNA recovered from instances of SCP-4888-1 have yet to match any known database or government record.2 The existence of SCP-4888 was known to O5-7 for nearly two decades prior3 to their initial contact with Foundation personnel, and as such organized a large scale investigation into the organization which was ultimately unsuccessful. SCP-4888 was first encountered on ██/██/████, during the discovery and reconnaissance of a hostile entity taking the form of a large, bipedal wisent possessing maxillofacial augmentations resembling multiple rows of reciprocating sawblades, detected ~14 km outside of the Site-76 campus. Foundation operatives arrived on the scene to find instances of SCP-4888-1 observing the entity as it attacked civilians. During personnel efforts to assume control of the situation, SCP-4888-1 entities reportedly began acting in a suspicious manner, attempting to converge onto the agents' location and ignoring verbal commands to cease these actions. This resulted in a small gunfight, which caused instances to abandon their approach. After the gunfire stopped, however, more instances emerged from multiple unknown locations, who proceeded to surround Foundation forces at a safe distance, unarmed. Upon acknowledgement of SCP-4888's anomalous nature, an emergency joint summons of the O5 Council and the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority (ETTRA) was placed into effect to discuss further action. A representative from SCP-4888, designated POI-4888-X, approached Foundation personnel and asked to speak to a Council member. Individual refused to speak to anyone except the Council directly. After POI-4888-X began to express classified Level 5 knowledge, O5-2, O5-3, O5-5 and O5-7 agreed to meet on a secured channel, post-admission for emergency DAMMERUNG-Level memetic inoculation. Record of the chat log can be found below. initializing… accessing host @ ███.██.██.███:8080 … opening chatroom — O5-3 has entered. O5-5 has entered. O5-3: Hello. O5-3: Strange days, but no matter. I think it is in our best interest to speak with them directly, in case they reveal any more classified information. O5-5: Agreed, though the paltry briefing and immediate inoculation has me on edge. O5-7 has entered. O5-6 has entered. O5-3: We have secured the uplink. Opening up the room to SSH traffic now. O5-3 set the chatroom to: invite only. O5-2 has entered. O5-4 has entered. [email protected] has entered. O5-3: user: Please identify yourself using the hash string provided to you *user laughs user: here you go: user: 53c3301659850c175c35a4d2129a259c O5-3: Please hold on one moment. O5-4: Okay O5-3: I was talking to user. O5-4: I see O5-11 has entered. O5-9 has entered. O5-5: Is this everyone? O5-12 has entered. O5-13 has entered. O5-3: 13 and 10 are coming. 1 abstains. 8 is currently in a black zone- we will update her later. O5-13: Correct. O5-10 has entered. O5-3: Alright, user, I've confirmed your identity. O5-3: Please tell us about your organization. user: We would like to thank you for gathering here today. Those among you who are not O5 Council, leave now. You know who you are. O5-3: What are you talking about? user: Enough games. 4, 6, 9-13. You didn't think we'd believe you would all agree to this, right? We didn't even think the four of you would. O5-4: Unbelievable. O5-10 has disconnected. O5-12 has disconnected. O5-4 has disconnected. O5-11 has disconnected. O5-9 has disconnected. O5-13 has disconnected. O5-6 has disconnected. user: Alright, those of you who actually decided to join us, on behalf of The Sunrise Collective, we acknowledge you with open arms. O5-3: The Sunrise Collective? user: Yes O5-5: What is this nonsense? You are interfering with a global security operation. user: Apologies, but that was not our intention. user: We were in the process of locating and researching the aberration in question, but it was our consensus that your forces did not require our help. O5-7: Why are you here? user: You know why we are here. user: We are certain you will have no issue relinquishing custody of designation SCP-1968, as it is of interest to us. We will provide you a safe drop off location. Upon delivery, you will likely not see us for a long time. O5-7: That isn't possible. However, you can always come pick it up yourself, in person. user: Don't think so. We have a "no-interaction" policy with fringe groups such as yourself, which we have decided to violate for the sake of coordinating return of stolen property. O5-3: Fringe groups? O5-3: I don't think you quite understand the scale you are dealing with here. *user laughs user: Let's see. The SCP Foundation. Facilities present in over 100 countries, in major governments, multinational corporations, retail outlets. user: You've seen the rise and fall of civilizations, disaster after disaster. user: After all this time, you thought you were the only ones doing your job? user: You thought you were first? user: The universe is a big place. O5-5: This is preposterous. There is no way we would have gone all this time without interacting with you once. user: How can you be so sure? O5-5: We span the entire world, we have eyes on and in the public. We have the technology and the forces necessary to detect something of this nature. user: Don't be naïve. You found a way to take a person apart without any mess, yet the knowledge had been there the whole time, written in our code. How could you say that you know everything? O5-5: I refuse to believe that we have gone hundreds of years without knowing each other exist. user: We didn't say that. We've been keeping tabs on you since you started your project. O5-5: What are you implying? user: Here, see for yourself user sent O5-7 a file: scpf.zip scpf.zip is being scanned for memetic hazards. scpf.zip is clean. O5-5: What is it? O5-7: Hold on. user: Now do you understand? You more than anyone here should. O5-5: What is that supposed to mean? O5-5: 7? O5-7: It is filled with .xml files- spreadsheets. O5-7: This is a list of personnel, badge numbers, site locations. Coordinates. O5-5: Jesus. O5-7: It goes on. Blueprints, technical specs, dossiers, mission logs. Everything user: This isn't your game. You are just a pawn. Please understand that this isn't a bad thing. O5-2: 私は十分に聞いた。これはデータリークの結果に過ぎません O5-3: Good point. A breach of Site-01's servers is more likely the culprit here. Not the doings of some bigger, badder Foundation. There was some concern about security vulnerabilities with our certificates when I last met with the network admin. Something about our Wi-Fi being open to downgrade attacks. Or something. user: Your servers are inaccessible to my subordinates since you moved them to a private hidden network over twenty years ago. O5-7: What are you talking about? O5-5: Site-01 was hit with an infovorous antimeme. You don't remember that? user: No, they wouldn't, because they were overseeing the project. user: This here is the point. user: You've all done wonderfully, but there comes a time and a place where you need to move on, let someone else take the reins. You've become so bogged down in your bureaucracy that you can't even keep track of your own. There are contradictions in your files, corruptions of large data, inconsistencies in your timeline. It must be agonizing. What we offer you today is peace. user: Put down your sword and let us keep the norm. user: We demand it. [email protected] has disconnected. Note: Following this interaction, SCP-4888 was established as a Group of Interest. Incident Log 4888.1: Investigations into the locations associated with sightings of SCP-4888 would continue, without success, over the next three years. On 07/31/2019, suspicions of purposeful delay of progress within Foundation departments working on investigation of SCP-4888 led to the implementation of mandatory cognitohazard decontamination and genetic testing of staff. Throughout the following four months, approximately ██% of suspected Foundation personnel would be found to possess anomalous genetic markers also present in instances of SCP-4888-1. By order of the O5 Council, all individuals possessing anomalous genes4 are to be contained and placed under supervision until further notice. Any attempts to conceal test results or harbor anomalous individuals will be treated as insubordination and will result in corrective action. Addendum 4888.1: On ██/██/████, the O5 Council approved the use of SCP-1347 to determine information about the nature of SCP-4888. Testing was carried out within a secure chamber on the grounds of Site-76, with Class-D personnel inputting chosen queries. Inquiry: Where is the Sunrise Collective? Occurred Event: Type A Event Reply: Everywhere Note: It is unknown to what degree this is true, or how it should be interpreted. SCP-1347 moved to a triple lead-lined Faraday cage devoid of windows and cameras. One D-Class personnel is to be present during testing, all other personnel are to remain outside testing area until testing personnel have recorded the results of the test. Questions are to be provided to the D-Class using an anonymous, self-destructing digital message sent through a LAN-only computer. Inquiry: Where exactly is the base of operations for the Sunrise Collective? Occurred Event: Type B Event Nature of Event: SCP-1347 disappeared from testing chamber for two days. Upon reappearing, SCP-1347's chamber quickly filled with seawater. Reply produced after cleanup. Reply: I found them, but they told me to tell you not to try that again. Note: This is the first instance where SCP-1347 has withheld information from Foundation staff. This marks a change in the anomaly's behavior. Up until now SCP-1347 has always replied with all the information it learns. Further investigation into oceanic locations for the presence of SCP-4888 is underway. Inquiry: What can be done to stop the Sunrise Collective? Occurred Event: Type B Event Nature of Event: Shortly after submission of the question, Hume readings in the surrounding area rose sharply before dipping out. At the moment of fluctuation, roughly 12% of the global population syncopated and rapidly awoke.5 SCP-1347 replied shortly thereafter. Reply: I know one way, but I'm not sure you're going to like it. Note: This "method" seems to misinterpret our desires for SCP-4888. Temporarily "halting" their functions does not address the root issue, nor does affecting large swaths of civilians. Inquiry: How do we permanently contain or isolate the Sunrise Collective to our best ability without affecting anyone else or reality in any noticeable way? Occurred Event: Type B Event Nature of Event: At the time of this test, several instances of SCP-4888-1 were found to have manifested near Site-76. Although expressing no knowledge of what the exact tests entailed, instances behaved suspiciously and repeatedly attempted to gain access to the facility. After armed Foundation personnel were summoned to the scene, instances fled. Reply: See Addendum 4888.3 Note: None Note: In response to the reply provided by SCP-1347 and the reaction of SCP-4888, all members of the O5 Council and key personnel of interest have been relocated to Facility T in order to plan without fear of interception. All personnel involved are to submit to weekly Rapid Genome Sequencing (RGS) tests along with standard decontamination and identification procedures. Incident Log 4888.2: Following the events of Addendum 4888.1, an increase of SCP-4888-1 sightings were reported, usually encountered on the scene in areas with high anomalous activity and close vicinity to secure facilities worldwide. Evidence suggests SCP-4888-1 entities are likely materializing in response to the presence of anomalous activity itself, and are noted to observe phenomena but refuse to aid Foundation efforts of any kind. On 12/15/2019, several highly complex disinformation campaigns appear on various forms of public media depicting the Foundation as interlopers and "thought police"-esque militant forces. SCP-4888 suspected behind event. Counter-campaigns and amnestic glyphs embedded in various social media ads aid in the expulsion of unwanted data. O5 Council meets once more in Facility T to examine long term solutions. Addendum 4888.2: Negotiations with SCP-4888 were attempted following discussions in Facility T. POI-4888-X was contacted by making a number of anonymous posts on the Usenet forums and was then supplied access credentials for a secure chatroom to speak with O5-7. initializing… accessing host @ ███.██.██.███:8080 … opening chatroom — O5-7 has entered. O5-7 set the chatroom to: invite only. [email protected] has entered. O5-7: Hello again. user: Aren't you going to ask us to confirm our identity? O5-7: I don't think it is necessary. I know it's you. user: Good, glad to see there is still some of that age-old wisdom in the Foundation. user: Have you come to give us good news? O5-7: I have an offer for you. user: And what is that? O5-7: Cooperation. *user scoffs O5-7: We both perform the same operations, in a sense. We want the same thing. There is no reason we can't co-exist. user: Unfortunately, that is where you are wrong. user: Let us tell you a story. user: You've been a part of this Foundation for over half a century. What you don't know is that your roots go farther back than any of your records will tell you. O5-7: I beg your pardon? user: We remember it all. From before your colonization of Earth, your subjugation and destruction of another sentient species, the many times you've had to start fresh. You made quite a name for yourself. O5-7: I don't understand user: Remember when we said you weren't the first ones to do your job? O5-7: Yes. user: Then you should understand our reaction to your presence. You've probably felt the same. O5-7: Are you saying what I think you're saying? user: There's no other way about it. We cannot co-exist, because you must be contained. user: You are an extraterrestrial threat to this world, its ecosystem. user: You need humanity to see how you see, so you can always be the hero of the story. Blameless in your martyrdom as the world goes up in flames. We'd point to your previous home as proof but, well, you know. Or you don't. Either way. user: We care not about the façade you have built for yourself. We will not hesitate to break it. user: Consider this your final chance. A new light of dawn approaches. [email protected] has disconnected. O5-3 has entered. O5-7 set the chatroom to: private. O5-7: So? Did you get it? O5-3: One moment. I'm waiting on Mu-4's confirmation. O5-3: They got it. They actually got it. O5-7: And they haven't found out? O5-3: Would we know? O5-7: Mu-4 has control of the exit nodes, they would have told us if there was any other traffic on the network. O5-3: So now, we pray, and hope this works. O5-7: I'm not one for prayer. If the information that 1347 gave us is correct, there should be no issues, and it hasn't been wrong yet. O5-3: Are we willing to place our fate in the hands of the very things we keep from the world? O5-7: What choice do we have? Addendum 4888.3: Operation HIGHLANDER was approved by majority vote by the O5 Council on 4/3/2021, following the successful triangulation of SCP-4888's location using a modified thaumaturgic Trilateration Utility for Locating IP hosts (tTULIP) system. Records of the operation can be found below. DOC 4888/HIGHLANDER TIME: 04/05/2021, <18:16:00 GMT> PREFACE: The following is a transcript of select events and conversation between members of Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"), members of the O5 Council and Site-76 Director Mahmoodah Agarwal, in reference to the execution of Operation HIGHLANDER. <BEGIN LOG> A-1: Alright. Right Hand reporting. We're live now, about thirty kilometers out of Tristan da Cunha. Our friends at Mu-4 are telling us there's an inaccessible island out around here, they were connected via satellite uplink, most likely. That's how they were able to have internet all the way out here in the middle of the ocean. A-3: It's not an inaccessible island, it's named Inaccessible Island, due to the sheer cliffs and rock beaches that make up its shores. It's actually quite ingenious considering its remote location. Probably the last place anyone would look. Command: Affirmative. You're loud and clear, proceed to engage when ready. A-2: The payload is prepped for drop, just needs a push. Sure we shouldn't go down and speak to them first? A-1: What is the point of getting the surprise factor if we announce ourselves? I honestly don't know if the antimemetic warding will be enough as it is. A-4: What antimemetic warding? A-1: Just shut the fuck up, Craig. A-4: It was a joke. A-1: It wasn't funny. A-3: We are approaching the island now, boys. I don't see anything out of the ordinary—actually, there is a small building down there. A-2: Ground readings show a massive subterranean structure. That's gotta be it. A-1: Alright. So you all should know how this is going to go down. We drop the package, wait for it to destabilize. If there is anything left when it all blows over, we go down and scope it out. A-2: Cap, you feel that? A-1: Just some turbulence, winds in this area are pretty rough. A-2: Make sure we stay steady, I don't want to know what happens if we knock that thing over. A-1: I'm putting her on auto soon. At this point, the communications radio on the helicopter spontaneously opened, and an unknown voice is registered over all shortwave lengths in the general area. The party is assumed to be an instance of SCP-4888-1. SCP-4888-1: Attention, unidentified craft. You are entering restricted airspace and are exhibiting aberrant behavior. Please land immediately or you will be subject to prosecution. A-1: So much for the warding, but we expected that. Don't answer them. Send them a physical message. Go, now! Sounds of shuffling are heard over the next thirty seconds. SCP-4888-1: Attention, unidentified craft. We know you can hear us. Please land immediately. We will not ask again. A-1: Can someone shut that thing off? A-3: It is off. A-1: Screw it, what are we looking at here? A-4: Everything is ready. Dropping in three. A-4: Two. A-1: Brace yourselves. A-4: One. <END LOG> Internal camera of X3 helicopter shows A-4 and A-2 pushing a large container into the view of the camera. After a moment, they lift it, while A-3 pulls the side door open. After another moment, they are seen dropping it off the side of the craft. Approximately five seconds later, a bright flash is seen, the helicopter buckling inward, bending towards the source. The dimensions of the aircraft appear to distort and extend, the camera fracturing and cutting out a moment later. Camera function returns after several minutes, the members of Alpha-1 are seen regaining consciousness. <BEGIN LOG> Director Agarwal: So, you're telling me that the Foundation made an anomaly bomb and killed their big brother? O5-7: In a way. Once we received that list from 1347, I knew it would work. It was just too specific. And these anomalies were all relatively mundane. Take a few parts of 1290, suspend 2597 in a stabilized vacuum, modified to work as an Alcubierre drive6 gone wrong. Director Agarwal: Still, it seems quite dangerous. And perhaps an overreaction? O5-7: Incredibly dangerous, but not an overreaction. I know there are few circumstances in which we would willingly utilize so many other artifacts like we had. Hell, we rarely even target groups as is, let alone with intent of erasure. Director Agarwal: And yet, here we are. O5-7: Indeed, we are. It was all too perfect though. I looked at that list and I just saw how it all fit together, the pieces. 2597 would never work for a true Alcubierre drive, but that was the point. The instant that casing fractured and the teleporter activated, it was all over. You try sending that weight through a bounded wormhole at 930 meters per second. Director Agarwal: There had to be an easier way, though, right? O5-7: The point was to make as little of waves as possible. We knew they weren't completely omnipresent, we just had to keep our heads down, work in their blind spot until we were sure we could execute undetected. We put out false messages, incorrect dossiers. In the end, we were just the better liars. They were fallible, human, like us. It took two months to sort through the debris, and the island is probably about a third of the size it was ten years ago, but it all had to be done. We never found 2597, our calculations say it should have been annihilated upon impact. The force was so great that it manipulated physical space, you can see it in the footage. Director Agarwal: And what of them? Surely they weren't all concentrated there. They supposedly had global reach—possibly farther. O5-7: You are correct. We had some in containment at the time, and I'm sure there were others. They weren't all snuffed out after that bomb, but their organization was destroyed at its core. We haven't encountered any more of them nor received any threats from them since. They've either died, or left. The Sunrise Collective is no more. I think it is safe to say we won. Director Agarwal: Somehow I feel like we still got the short stick here. O5-7: Consider it the best of all available options. Director Agarwal: We get to clean up after the universe for the rest of time, with no help. O5-7: This is our world. Surely it should be our responsibility. Director Agarwal: Is it though? I read the logs, what they said, about our colonization— O5-7: Nothing you should mind. Like I said. This is our world. You wouldn't want to take that from us, would you? Director Agarwal: What, I—no. Of course not. O5-7: Good. I think we are done here then. Return to your quarters. Tell no one of what you learned here. Do you understand me? Director Agarwal: Yes, sir. <END LOG> O5-4@: access mainlist/V/4888/note.rtf SOURCE FILE IS ENCRYPTED PLEASE ENTER CREDENTIALS (user [email protected]) ****************************** CONFIRMED THE FOLLOWING IS CLASSIFIED (LEVEL 5) FAILURE TO ABIDE BY SECURITY CLEARANCE WILL RESULT IN TERMINATION <BEGIN LOG> VOICE 1: [cough] Of course, it is never that simple—which is why Agarwal had to be amnesticized—why you will be too. If you spend enough time on this side of the Foundation, you learn to spot it, the scrubbing of history, the modification of truth to suit some higher purpose. It leaks through the cracks of our crumbling infrastructure. Half the Council will say one thing, half another. The fact that we are even having this conversation means that the half that think the truth should exist is still out there—Though I do enjoy our conversations. VOICE 2: Even though I don't remember—wait—it's a lie? The bomb—? VOICE 1: Went off without a hitch. But did it affect the Sunrise Collective? Not in the slightest. It was like a flesh wound—all cosmetic. VOICE 2: The island complex was unaffected? VOICE 1: No, the island was leveled. No signs of continued life. But the Collective is larger than Earth. They're larger than all of us. VOICE 2: Where are they now? VOICE 1: God knows. What I do know is that they are capable of a Masquerade-level breach of secrecy. And that they aren't through with us. Not yet. VOICE 2: How do you know? VOICE 1: [pause] I know because I was told so. VOICE 2: By whom? VOICE 1: If you read the document—the one we approved for the public repository, that is—you'll see a note about how I knew the Collective existed before we encountered them. The part about RAINBOW ASTRA— VOICE 2: I've read the file, I know what it says. VOICE 1: Well, it's bullshit. It's a bold faced lie, one of millions, but an important one. I was actually contacted by Foundation forces. A task force from the future. VOICE 2: I'm not even surprised anymore. So, what, they told you where to look and you couldn't find them even then? Seems unhelpful. VOICE 1: Not exactly. VOICE 1: They came to me for help. They knew something was coming that they couldn't stop. An eventuality—A war. One we'd lose. Maybe one they had already lost. VOICE 2: [silence] VOICE 1: I know. I had the same reaction. The investigation, SCP-1347, the bomb—all my idea. Born from fear. A waste of resources and precious time, but I would have felt worse if I hadn't tried—Even though I'm now worried I've instigated the war myself. Time is something that will get the better of you no matter how much you think you understand it. VOICE 2: So, why did they come to you, then? There must have been a reason to speak to you and only you. VOICE 1: Of course. The Council, as I said, is enduring a great schism. We disagree on many fundamental things, but there are a few—issues—that have made us divided in a way we cannot recover from. We've split into cliques like children. I have the loyalty of Overseers that possess a more… nuanced view of the anomalous. Most importantly to my visitors, O5-4 and O5-11. VOICE 2: And what do they have to do with this? VOICE 1: They both have, or would have, side projects that were of interest to these travelers, and they knew that I was particularly close to them. Especially 11. When you die with someone and are reborn together, it changes you—even though it was Roger's second time. VOICE 2: Since I'm getting a forget-me-now for this anyway, I might as well ask—what kind of side projects? VOICE 1: Immortality. Transcendence. VOICE 2: [silence] VOICE 1: I get it. Unethical, treasonous, against the very core tenets of the Founder. We deserved our bullets the first time, and we're wasting our double feature on something worse. Worse, but necessary. The Collective will not stop until the entirety of the Foundation is contained. They will unite the world and break the masquerade. The sun will rise one day and we will be gone, only the Collective will remain—and it will become Hell on Earth. VOICE 2: Uniting the world and taking our job is Hell on Earth? VOICE 1: You don't get it. To them, we are an escaped animal, imposing our idea of normalcy onto the reality around us. We change natural law to one we can understand, because humans are fragile, their minds break easily— VOICE 2: This is your species you are talking about, you know. VOICE 1: I'm well aware. VOICE 1: They are my species, but my people are the Foundation—to them I am loyal, and therefore the whole of the Council is loyal to them, not humanity, despite our disagreement on methodology. That is the reality you will not learn in seminars, and in debriefs. We die enlightened—So that others may live in the dark. VOICE 1: Ignorance. Ignorance is bliss. That's the gift we provide humanity. VOICE 2: I can't deny I resent them a bit for it. VOICE 1: Don't. Remember why we are doing this, why they can never know. We say it's for their safety, but it's for our safety. Imagine what the public would do to us if it all came crashing down. Then you'll know why we had to drop that bomb, and why we continue to do what we do, despite everything; we simply can't afford to lose. <END LOG> O5-4@: delete mainlist/V/4888/note.rtf are you sure you want to delete this? (y/n) y Footnotes 1. The exact scope of SCP-4888 is uncertain, as are the validity of claims made by them, pertaining to the subject. 2. All instances of SCP-4888-1 are biologically human, but contain genetic markers and coordination capabilities not found in non-anomalous humans. 3. Via the now-defunct Foundation remote viewing program RAINBOW ASTRA 4. As per those defined in Document-001 5. Various media diversion and amnestic dispersal efforts were deployed, as well as a major disinformation campaign. 6. An Alcubierre Warp Drive (AWD) is a proposed system of faster-than-light travel that uses manipulation of negative mass rather than acceleration of positive mass. |
SCP-4889 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4889 Early Containment Procedures: The forested area that SCP-4889 is located in is surrounded by two-meter tall chain-link fencing in a 120 meter radius from its exact location. Foundation interaction is currently restricted to remote observation until more information about SCP-4889-A is known and a safe method of capture for it is proposed. Secondary containment objectives include identifying SCP-4889-A's origin and known relatives. Description: SCP-4889 refers to a snowshoe hare (Lepus americanus) 49 cm in length. It is located approximately 9 km northeast of Lake Cavanaugh in Washington State. SCP-4889 is unable to leave the rock it stands on; the bottom of its paws are fused to the rock by unknown means. In addition, SCP-4889 possesses a regenerative trait, being able to replace lost tissue and organs. SCP-4889-A is a human of indeterminate age, though it is presumed to be in its mid-twenties. Its clothing has not changed since its discovery. Approximately 2 hours after snowfall in the area SCP-4889 resides in, SCP-4889-A will appear and devour SCP-4889 alive. This process varies in length, ranging from 30-120 minutes. Approximately 30 minutes after, SCP-4889 will begin regenerating its organs and rebuilding torn muscle and flesh, as well as regaining consciousness. As inferred from observation, SCP-4889-A seems to do this out of survival, although it is also possible that it is doing so as ritual. Observation Log: Below is recorded footage taken via discreet cameras and microphones in the forest surrounding SCP-4889. OBSERVATION LOG TRANSCRIPT Date: February 9th, 2019 [BEGIN LOG] SCP-4889 is still. Little activity for approximately three minutes. A soft crunching noise can be heard approaching from the west. SCP-4889-A enters the frame, moving past the trees and towards SCP-4889. SCP-4889-A has a noticeable limp, putting more weight on its right leg. SCP-4889-A slows its pace into a halt. SCP-4889-A looks around all directions. It is still for approximately 30 seconds before approaching SCP-4889. SCP-4889 attempts to move from its stone but fails. SCP-4889-A crouches down and shushes it, putting its left hand on SCP-4889's back and petting it. SCP-4889 ceases moving, save for visibly quick breaths. SCP-4889-A puts its other hand on SCP-4889 and feels its body, paying little attention to the paws and rear end. SCP-4889-A: You're a little bigger tonight, I see. Must've been several days since the last snow. Or maybe little meat left over. Yeah… Probably that. SCP-4889-A feels around SCP-4889's ears. SCP-4889-A: Still soft. I've always liked your ears. SCP-4889-A makes a noise suggesting the retracting of saliva. SCP-4889 is visibly startled by this. SCP-4889-A: Oh! Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry. Shh shh sshhhh. It's okay. SCP-4889-A repeats these phrases for approximately 40 seconds, then sits directly in front of SCP-4889. Everything is still for approximately twenty seconds. SCP-4889-A: Brother came to visit me. Said that he's almost done with college. I told you about that, right? … I think I did. I didn't say anything; I don't really want to. He knows that — I know he knows that. SCP-4889-A retracts its hands and rests them on its knees. SCP-4889-A: … It's not why he came, though. Told me dad started coughing up again. He said… He said it's because… SCP-4889-A rubs its left leg with both hands. SCP-4889-A: … Because it's my fault. But how is it my fault if I don't know how much I should eat? SCP-4889-A takes a few deep breaths. SCP-4889-A: I told him, "You act like you've got it harder than me." … Everything is still for a brief moment. SCP-4889-A laughs lightly. SCP-4889-A: He didn't like that. Not one bit. But… But what am I supposed to do, right? He ain't helping me. Dad definitely ain't helping me. If he's so "alive and well", then where is he, huh? … And you know what he said? SCP-4889-A rubs its left leg. SCP-4889-A: "I'm sorry." That's all he ever says when he has to do this. But he doesn't mean it. I know he doesn't mean it. SCP-4889-A sits quietly for a moment. It reaches out and pets SCP-4889. SCP-4889-A: They should be thanking me. I did more for them than they'll ever do for me. SCP-4889-A lifts its hands off of SCP-4889. It is still for approximately 20 seconds. SCP-4889-A shifts onto its knees and lowers its head. Mumbling is heard, but cannot be understood. It slowly bends down and holds its face in its hands. Everything is still for approximately five minutes. SCP-4889-A sharply inhales from its nose. SCP-4889 is visibly startled by this. SCP-4889-A draws a thin knife from its boot. It stabs the blade into SCP-4889. SCP-4889 screams. SCP-4889-A: Stop. Please stop. SCP-4889-A places its free hand on SCP-4889 and begins carving through the muscle. SCP-4889 continues to scream, struggling to move. SCP-4889-A: … Please just stop. SCP-4889-A pulls out chunks of muscle and organs from SCP-4889 while it shrieks. SCP-4889-A tugs the muscle away from their connective tissues and places a few pieces into its mouth. SCP-4889 screams louder. SCP-4889-A: I said stop crying! SCP-4889-A bats its fist down on SCP-4889's skull and neck four times, each time making contact with the stone it is resting on. It does not lift up its neck. SCP-4889-A sets down the meat on the stone and lifts up SCP-4889's head. SCP-4889's cries are muffled by SCP-4889-A's closed fist. It beats on the skull ten more times. SCP-4889-A: … I'm sorry. SCP-4889-A lets go of SCP-4889 and it falls limp. SCP-4889-A resumes its previous position after 30 seconds. It looks at the viscera on the stone and hesitantly picks out a piece of flesh. It then proceeds to eat it slowly. While chewing, it carves out more meat from SCP-4889. This continues for approximately 39 minutes. SCP-4889 and SCP-4889-A are silent during this time. 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SCP-4890 | safe | Item #: SCP-4890 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4890 is to be kept within Storage Locker-23 at Site-13. Testing is to be performed in Testing Chamber 17 under the approval of Level 3 personnel. Description: SCP-4890 is a hardcover children's pop-up book titled "Dr. Wondertainment's Guide to History" with a stylized W at the center of the cover. On the back of the cover of the book, there is a small pocket holding SCP-4890-1. SCP-4890-1 is a 0.147 meters tall origami depicting an individual with a purple suit, bow tie, and hat along with a cane. On the torso piece, is a small stylized W. SCP-4890's anomalous properties occur when the object is opened by a sapient being indoors. The room that SCP-4890 is opened in will morph to a seemingly infinite purple space. An invisible barrier matching the measurements of the room originally will prevent any exploration, and a door will be present to allow exit or entry into the altered environment. As this occurs, SCP-4890-1 will activate by being shrouded in a large puff of smoke instantaneously to become 1.4 meters tall and animate. SCP-4890-1 is sapient and capable of vocalization in English. It speaks in a mostly enthusiastic tone and identifies itself as "Dr. Papertainment" to personnel. SCP-4890-1 possesses control of the infinite space by altering the surrounding space to appear as historic periods or events and acts as a guide in regards to what is presented. Although, sometimes details mentioned by SCP-4890-1 can be inaccurate, ridiculous, or lack any evidence of ever occurring. Individuals present may make requests to SCP-4890-1 to view a specific time period or it will automatically select one. See Addendum 01 and Addendum 02. As the environment alters, the pages of SCP-4890 will flip to reveal a page displaying an image corresponding to the forming surroundings. It also unknown how many pages SCP-4890 contains and efforts at determining it has been inconclusive. SCP-4890 was found on 7/14/2009 at a library located in Lincoln, Nebraska by Foundation agents during an unrelated investigation. Addendum 01: The following transcript was of Dr. Galesburg interacting with SCP-4890-1 within Testing Chamber 12 during earlier testing. + Open Transcript - Close <Begin Log> SCP-4890-1: Hello there, welcome to Dr. Wondertainment's Guide to History. I'm Dr. Papertainment and will be your guide throughout history! Golly! Dr. Galesburg: Uh, hello. I'm Dr. Galesburg. SCP-4890-1: Ah, a doctor! A pleasure to meet you! [Tips hat] When would you like to go? Dr. Galesburg: When? SCP-4890-1: Yeah, would you like to see the knights of yore or the pharaohs of Egypt!? Whatever you want! Dr. Galesburg: Hmm. Alright, what about…the Cretaceous period? SCP-4890-1: Can do! [Twirls cane] [Surroundings alter to resemble a jungle and in the distance a volcano is visible.] SCP-4890-1: Ah, the Dinosaurs! Such a time. There is not much to say about this time, except a lot of chomp-chomp-chomp. Like a good old T-Rex! [A roar is heard in the distance.] Dr. Galesburg: Yeah, are we safe? SCP-4890-1: Of course! Anyway, like I was saying, there's not much to say about this era, except for how it affected the future! Without this period, we wouldn't have Dr. Wondertainment's Dynamic Dino Dude or Mr. Cretaceous from the Little Misters… but sadly his production has gone extinct! [Laughs] By the way, don't forget to buy yours today! Where were we? Oh, the Dinosaurs are fun to watch. Lets see one! [A specimen of Triceratops prorsus is seen exiting from behind bushes and moves out of view behind more bushes.] SCP-4890-1: Uh, okay, that was not as cool as I was hoping, but there is quite a lot stuff to see around here. Do you like cowboys? Dr. Galesburg: Um…no. I don't. Why? SCP-4890-1: Thought you might like to see something cool. Have you ever seen a T-Rex's head get blown off with TNT? Cool, but poor Rexy… Anyway, soon a fancy Dino around here is going to receive a special order. I think I can slightly see it from here. [Points up] [A small bright light is visible in the sky] SCP-4890-1: Oh boy, marvelous. Dr. Galesburg: Is that a meteor? SCP-4890-1: Oh yes, a marvelous one. They cost only five dollars these days. Now, if you look to your left you will see a Velocihonktor clownus. They told the best jokes to capture prey and escape predators. [A Velociraptor wearing a clown suit is visible emerging from bushes holding a bicycle horn.] Dr. Galesburg: Well, thank you. I think I'm done here. [Proceeds to the door as environment begins to fade.] SCP-4890-1: Well, come back again! There is still some other stuff to see here and at other times! [Dr. Galesburg exists out of Testing Chamber 12] <End Log> Addendum 02: Test Logs + Open Test Logs - Close Subject: Assassination of Julius Caesar Result: SCP-4890-1 claimed and visually displayed that Julius Caesar was not assassinated and established several businesses. Businesses include Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas, and the pizza chain Little Caesars. Subject: The Hindenburg Disaster Result: Details are accurate except SCP-4890-1 claimed the death toll was 57 individuals instead of 36 fatalities as documented. It states the additional casualties were clowns that hid aboard at an attempt to travel for free. Subject: The Moon Landing Result: SCP-4890-1 discusses conspiracy theories as it goes off tangent as it is stating facts. SCP-4890-1 also makes several remarks of the Foundation's involvement and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Subject: The Battle of Stalingrad Result: SCP-4890-1 presented accurate details until stating the use of anomalous weaponry by both Germany and the Soviet Union. Types of weaponry stated are: "UFOs" or "Flying Saucers" Molecular Fission Cannons Flesh Bombs Human-Ape hybrids Mechanical automatons Grown conventional weaponry SCP-4890-1 failed to provide further details. Subject: The Construction of the Pyramids of Giza Results: SCP-4890-1 lists a variety of methods of stone masonry and the use of large genetically modified humans by the Egyptians. SCP-4890-1 concluded with "Better than saying it was aliens, right?" Subject: The Destruction of the Library of Alexandria Result: The cause of the fire that burned down the library was claimed to be caused by a member of the Serpent's Hand that was smoking in the library. Subject: The Creation of the Universe Results: Instead of discussing the creation of the Universe at first, SCP-4890-1 attempted to persuade researchers into buying an instance of SCP-1696 for a "Hands on experience in creating many Universes!" After personnel decline the offer, SCP-4890-1 expressed disappointment and proceeded to alter the environment as an empty void while saying "Maybe I'll convince you after this." SCP-4890-1 then explained the Big Bang Theory and the environment became intensely bright for a few seconds. Afterwards, small lights where visible that SCP-4890-1 stated to be the first stars and thereafter distant galaxies became visible. SCP-4890-1 then ask again to personnel whom were in awe if they were sure they did not want to purchase an instance of SCP-1696. Accepting the offer lead to SCP-4890-1 to offer a small slip of paper with information of a now defunct website owned by Dr. Wondertainment and a discount code for space themed products. Subject: The Creation of SCP-4890-1 Result: SCP-4890-1 expressed that it was flattered but declined for it described its creation as uninteresting, and that it is also against policy. Subject: The Boston Tea Party Results: SCP-4890-1 described the event as a literal tea party, and that the colonists dumped tea into Boston Harbor so a whale that was present could drink tea. Addendum 03: Level 4 clearance required + Insert Credentials - ACCESS GRANTED The following is a portion of a transcript with SCP-4890-1 when it was asked to tell the first war in history. The surroundings that formed were silhouettes. Long ago, men huddled in caves, afraid of the strange world. When man started, they roamed along side their siblings, whom were odd or hairy, and witnessed great beasts and entities they called gods that refused to share the Earth and sky as home. Oh my! One day, there came a great war, the first war. Men, along with their siblings, marched on armed with gifts and the aid of sympathetic gods to face an army of great nightmares. Eventually, man and their allies won the war and those that remained of the nightmares fled into the shadows of the world. They celebrated but they still lost many of their siblings. Tragic. That's all! I could go into detail but it's so much and not enough time. Besides, it makes it easier for me. Also, you are all technically still fighting the good fight! Anyway, anything else you want to know? Despite requests, SCP-4890-1 has refused to discuss the subject further. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4890" by Baronjoe, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4890. 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-4891 | apollyon | Department of Foundation Historical Records The following document has been archived. Access may only be granted to approved personnel followed by extensive amnestic treatment. The only remaining copies of this document are the following physical document and a single digital copy accessible only to personnel with Level 3/4891 clearance. If at any point personnel hear sounds of buzzing while reading this document, they are to immediately activate the chambers sprinkler systems to release an amnestic based pesticide agent. Item #: SCP-4891 Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-4891 is ongoing. SCP-4891 instances are to be terminated on-sight. Personnel are not to remove protective clothing or equipment outside of protected areas while studying SCP-4891. Locations containing nesting instances of SCP-4891 are to be immediately put under quarantine, and all nests and instances must be incinerated. Infected subjects are to be sedated to prevent awareness of physical sensations and given amnestic treatment to remove the anomaly. Mass euthanization is to be performed in the event of overflowing infected subjects in highly populated areas. In the event of a K-Class 4891 scenario, an amnestic infused pesticide compound will be released in affected locations. Update: Production and transferal of the compound to additional Sites is ongoing. Description: SCP-4891 is an anomalous species of Megaselia scalaris (coffin fly). SCP-4891 instances reproduce via transferal of a cognitohazard spread through direct physical contact with other lifeforms; predominantly humans and cattle. Subjects must be consciously aware that the instance of SCP-4891 is touching them in-order for the effect to activate. Following infection, an instance of SCP-4891 will manifest on subjects' bodies whenever they feel a physical touch they consciously believe is another instance of SCP-4891 or insect landing on them. This is often caused by an itching sensation or a light touch. Due to the increasing appearance of instances this effect causes, subjects are likely to begin mistaking similar skin sensations for additional instances of SCP-4891 landing on them. The number of manifesting instances is equal to the area of skin the sensation is perceived by the subject to cover. Without appropriate treatment, subjects will gradually begin perceiving any sort of physical sensation as an SCP-4891 instance touching them. Prolonged exposure will result in untreated subjects equating any physical sensation on their body to be from an instance of SCP-4891. Approximately 95% of subjects that have gone untreated for SCP-4891 infection have expired. Notable causes include: Accidents brought on from instances disabling subjects' vision when manifesting through the sensation of blinking eyelids. Choking on instances manifesting in subjects' throats when breathing heavily or from other throat sensations. Suffocation/choking from an overflow of instances inside breached biosuits. Mass instances appearing under and rupturing subjects' skin from interior bodily functions. Interior damage from instances appearing with the feeling of each heartbeat. Addendum-1: Following failure to decrease the SCP-4891 population, its cognitohazardous effects appear to have developed further. Knowledge of SCP-4891 itself is now sufficient for manifestation of such anomalous properties. |
SCP-4892 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-4892 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4892 is to be contained within a secure storage chamber at Site-██ and kept under surveillance by two security personnel at all times. All individuals working with SCP-4892 are to undergo mental resistance therapy before beginning their assignment in order to ensure no adverse mental influence takes place. Tracking of GoI-1999 ("The Order of the Rotten God") and its members is to be handled by the Foundation's Intelligence Agency. Description: SCP-4892 is a bovine carcass in a state of advanced decomposition, which is host to an incorporeal extradimensional entity capable of exerting significant mental influence over extremely large distances. The potential range of SCP-4892's mental influence is currently unknown but is believed to, at minimum, encompass the entirety of the planet. Mental interference from SCP-4892 comes in the form of extremely vivid and disturbing dreams which the victim will experience over an extended period of time, with known durations ranging from one week to six months. Despite the disturbing nature of these dreams, victims of SCP-4892's mental influence will invariably come to see it as a benevolent figure, commonly adopting the view that its current physical host must be destroyed in order to free the extradimensional entity. Although compromised individuals believe that this will then allow said extradimensional entity to recreate the physical world into a more ideal state, it is the belief of Foundation analysts that this could instead become the trigger for an XK-Class end-of-the-world-scenario. The majority of individuals compromised by SCP-4892 have organized into a religious group named 'The Order of the Rotten God', and frequently launch attacks upon the Foundation and other anomalous groups in an effort to locate their deity. Addendum 4892-1 (Retrieved Audio Log): The following is an audio log retrieved from an abandoned Order of the Rotten God recruiting station in New York City on 17/03/2020. The log consists of a conversation between the leader of GoI-1999, Carson Mackenzie, and a new recruit identified as a local occult enthusiast, Daniel Boone. <Begin Log> Carson Mackenzie: Well, I'd like to thank you, son, for coming to see me today. I know that must've taken much courage on your part, what with my community's reputation. Daniel Boone: Um, yes, thank you, sir. I just - Carson Mackenzie: Come now, there's no need to be nervous. (laughs) I'm a fella just like you. I don't bite. Call me Carson - or Mr. Mackenzie, if that'd make you a tad more comfortable. (Pause.) Daniel Boone: Yes. Thank you, Mr. Mackenzie. Carson Mackenzie: See? That wasn't so bad, was it? Let me try and guess why you're here today, Danny boy. (chuckles) You had a dream, right? Daniel Boone: Yes, yes, that's it. One of my cabal friends referred me to you after I mentioned these dreams. I've been having them for, uh, for two weeks now, every night. Real bad ones. (Pause.) Carson Mackenzie: Yes, yes, I can see … you close your eyes in your comfy bed and when you open them, you're in a slaughterhouse. That's right, ain't it? (Pause.) Carson Mackenzie: Danny, you remember the slaughterhouse, don't you? Daniel Boone: That's … that's exactly right. Carson Mackenzie: You remember what it looks like? (Pause.) Carson Mackenzie: Describe it for me. Daniel Boone: Well, it's an - it's an awful place. Full of blood and guts, all over the walls, from all sorts of animals. Carson Mackenzie: Humans, even. Daniel Boone: Yeah, humans too. It's just … the most horrible thing. Carson Mackenzie: And then there's the cow. Daniel Boone: The … the cow? Carson Mackenzie: The one in the center of the slaughterhouse. The one that's been rotting for a while, skull all exposed. Remember? (Pause.) Daniel Boone: …of course. I couldn't ever forget that thing. Just awful. Carson Mackenzie: Well, everyone thinks that the first time they see it, but then you get a better look - and you can see it's actually looking out for you. You know the, ah, the word - benevolent. It's like you're having a big fluffy coat put over you. Daniel Boone: (laughs) Yeah. Felt nice. Carson Mackenzie: I felt the exact same way when it happened to me, son - as did all the members of my community. You felt as if this cow - if it weren't trapped in that rotting old corpse - could do so much good for the world. Right? Daniel Boone: Yeah. I thought that the moment I saw it. Carson Mackenzie: But it's far away. Locked up. (Pause.) Daniel Boone: It's real? Carson Mackenzie: Course it's real, son. The human mind can't make up that kind of thing. Daniel Boone: Do you … do you know where it is? We've gotta get it out of there! Can I help, mister? Please? (Pause.) Carson Mackenzie: Well … I'm sure we can find some use for you, son. <End Log> Additional authentication accepted. Please proceed, Agent. |
SCP-4893 | euclid | Item #: SCP1-4893 Object Class234: Safe5 Special Containment Procedure678: SCP-4893 is to be kept in a standard item storage locker9 at Site-630. Viewing10 SCP-4893's content11 is prohibited. Description12: SCP-4893 is a poetry book13 written in Dutch14 that causes synesthesia1516 in the reader where stimulation by written words produces visions of synonymous flowers in the floriography. SCP-4893 was discovered in 155017 when the rumor that a flowering book was found in a village outside Maastricht, the Netherlands, caught the Foundation181920's interest. SCP-4893 was contained21 along with its previous22 owner and ██ other people exposed individuals, designated SCP-4893-1, when amnestic2324 treatment proved ineffective. All instances of SCP-4893-1 are deceased25 as of December26 9th, 1613. Security Clearance Level27 3 or higher required. Authenticating… Completed personal authentication. Accessing the SCP-4893-KM2 file. + Open SCP-4893-KM2 file - Close SCP-4893-KM2 file Item #: SCP28-4893 29Object Class3031: Euclid32 Special Containment Procedure333435: SCP-4893-A is required to be in the standard humanoid containment chamber36 at Site-630 or in a single dormitory room with Foundation373839 jurisdiction. Do not give SCP-4893-A any device that allows him/her to write text40 in any way (handwriting, typing, etc.). All communication with SCP-4893-A shall be conducted by voice recording only. As of 196041, SCP-4893-A will have a microchip with GPS and vital detection in the left clavicle subcutaneous tissue. Description42: SCP-4893 is a humanoid that causes synesthesia4344 in the reader where stimulation by texts written by SCP-4893 produces visions of synonymous flowers in the floriography. The person who sees45 the texts written by SCP-4893 will acquire the same anomaly46 as SCP-4893 (SCP-4893-A). SCP-4893 was discovered with an anomalous poetry book47(SCP-4893-1) in 1550 when the rumor that a flowering book was found in a village outside Maastricht, The Netherlands48, caught the Foundation's interest. The Foundation initially viewed SCP-4893-1 as the cause of the anomaly, but the former49 owner of SCP-4893-1(SCP-4893-A-1) confessed he created SCP-4893-1. As a result SCP-4893-A-1 was found to be the main cause of the anomaly. When an individual reads an instance of SCP-4893, they become an instance of SCP-4893-A, and the instance's writings acquire the properties of SCP-4893 until death50. Prior to 1758, D-class51 were exposed to SCP-4893 in order to maintain at least one extant instance of SCP-4893-A, but repeated containment52 breaches led to the adoption of current containment procedures53. + For SCP-4893 Head Researcher's eyes only- To my successor First of all, 54 on the promotion. From today, you are the 55 researcher of 56-4893, and thus -4893 itself. It'll be very difficult for you to 57 this 58, but you'll get used to it soon. Well, you might be wondering. Why do I have to become -4893? Why not use 59? It was like that at first when -4893 was . In fact, -4893 has been 60 for many years by 61, young . But there is something very different now: the literacy rate. Now many people can read and write in 62 and 63 countries. Inevitably, the possibility of exposure to -4893's 64 has increased. Any written or typed by -4893 is a source of infection. There have been cases in which a who have -4893 in the past carved on the wall and made many of the 65 become -4893. Our 6667 is "68, 69,70". It is not good enough to just and any . It is therefore best to choose -4893's from among 717273 personnel who can understand the 's and carry it out. what we have and . And someday you will 74 the 75 to someone else. 76 77 -4893 Researcher Footnotes 1. "superstition""animosity" 2. "deceit" 3. "danger""caution""beware" 4. "strength" 5. "danger" 6. "you are special" 7. "I am your captive" 8. "protection" 9. "confidence and shelter" 10. "look at me" 11. "message" 12. "rich knowledge" 13. "pastoral poetry" 14. flower emblem of the Netherlands 15. "enchantment" 16. "imagination" 17. "time" 18. "I surmount difficulties" 19. "wisdom" 20. "a good education" 21. "protection" 22. "resignation and good-bye" 23. "memories" 24. "oblivion" 25. "death" 26. birth flower of December 27. "secrecy and silence" 28. "superstition""animosity" 29. "truth" 30. "danger""caution""beware" 31. "strength" 32. "caution""beware" 33. "you are special" 34. "I am your captive" 35. "protection" 36. "confidence and shelter" 37. "I surmount difficulties" 38. "wisdom" 39. "a good education" 40. "message" 41. "time" 42. "rich knowledge" 43. "enchantment" 44. "imagination" 45. "look at me" 46. "mystery" 47. "pastoral poetry" 48. flower emblem of the Netherlands 49. "resignation and good-bye" 50. "no change till death" 51. "sacrifice" 52. "I am your captive" 53. "protection" 54. "celebration" 55. "importunity" 56. "superstition""animosity" 57. "look at me" 58. "message" 59. "sacrifice" 60. "continuance" 61. "healthy" 62. "pioneer" 63. "arrear" 64. "anathema" 65. "companion" 66. "ambition" 67. "chivalry" 68. "confidence and shelter" 69. "I am your captive" 70. "protection" 71. "I surmount difficulties" 72. "wisdom" 73. "a good education" 74. "I offer you my all" 75. "promise" 76. "good luck" 77. "resignation and good-bye" |
SCP-4894 | safe | Three miners using SCP-4894 instances while working for the Midas Mining Corporation in Yukon territory, Canada circa 1898 (hover to zoom). Item #: 4894 Special Containment Procedures: All mining sites previously owned by the Midas Mining Corporation have been acquired by Foundation front companies. All SCP-4894 instances under Foundation control are contained within them at their deepest accessible depth. Access to the site interiors is restricted under guise 44G6 "Industrial Waste Hazard". Due to the nature of their past use, SCP-4894 instances are otherwise considered self-containing and self-protecting from unauthorized access. Description: SCP-4894 is a series of pickaxes of indeterminate number used exclusively by the Midas Mining Corporation between 1891 and 1917. A subject in possession of SCP-4894 is physically incapable of experiencing pain or exhaustion while holding it, although adverse health effects from overwork still occur. Each instance is inscribed with the words "TOOL FOR EVERY USE" on the sides of the axe head. Prolonged use of SCP-4894 imprints this same message into the skin on the back of its user's dominant hand by the gradual manifestation of scar tissue. Due to its recent discovery, the side-effects of long-term SCP-4894 use are based on the verbal reports of SCP-4894-A at this time. Effects vary and require multiple years of cumulative exposure to manifest but unilaterally increase the subject's potential productivity. Testing using SCP-4894-1 through 15 is underway to verify these claims. SCP-4894-A is a 172 year-old Canadian man by the name of Percy Aloysius McDonald and is the only known former employee of the Midas Mining Corporation still alive. Due to approximately 25 years of SCP-4894 use, SCP-4894-A does not require sleep, does not age, and possess near-perfect memory of his entire adult life. SCP-4894-A possess scar tissue typical of prolonged SCP-4894 use and a non-anomalous scar on its left thigh consistent with a bullet wound. Addendum 4894.1: Discovery Interview Log Note: SCP-4894 was discovered in a sealed mine shaft exposed by a Canadian strip mining operation 83km northeast of the township of Whitehorse in the Yukon. Foundation agents conducted a search of the surrounding area after the cataloging of SCP-4894-1 through 300 held at the shaft's bottom. SCP-4894-A was found by thermal imaging 63km away in an isolated, one-room log cabin. The individual was brought to Arctic Site-87 for questioning after responding agents recognized SCP-4894's engraving on the back of SCP-4894-A's left hand. Date: 2020/01/22 Interviewed: SCP-4894-A Interviewer: Isapoinhkyaki Inukhuk, Foundation Arctic Survey Director Photo of SCP-4894-A taken prior to MMC's dissolution in 1917. Video Start Isa: Hello Dash-A, is there anything you need? SCP-4894-A: Well, it seems you've forgotten to feed me, again. Isa: I'm aware. 15 seconds of silence ensues. Isa: You weren't exactly honest in your initial interviews. SCP-4894-A: I don't enjoy talkin' to folk when they're holdin' another man's gun. Isa: Our cafeteria's braised morels and moose is rather good, if you'd rather talk to someone holding another person's plate. SCP-4894-A: I might. Director Isa sends a request for dinner on her interview terminal. Isa: Can you tell me when you first learned of or encountered SCP-4894? SCP-4894-A: I worked for the company that bought them. Isa: That would make you over 130 years old. SCP-4894-A: It would. Isa: Do you know who gave them to Midas? SCP-4894-A: I was there when the deal was made. The whole crew had to be there. Isa: All of MMC? SCP-4894-A: Just the best teams of our company, by the seller's request. MMC said it was an employment exchange. People for some pickaxes. Isa: And your company leadership thought this was a profitable exchange? SCP-4894-A: When the owner himself rides over 4000 kilometers from Toronto to make the purchase in person, they think it's worth it. Isa: Alphonse Pétry? SCP-4894-A: Yes ma'am. Director Isa's console flashes and she presses a key on it in response without breaking eye-contact with SCP-4894-A. The interrogation room opens, a guard wheels in the previously requested rations and is then dismissed by the director. Isa: You still haven't told me who gave you the pickaxes. SCP-4894-A: I'm aware. Director Isa places the filled dinner tray on the intake slot to SCP-4894-A's plexiglass cell. Isa: So you worked for the seller of 4894 in exchange for MMC's acquisition of it? SCP-4894-A: Never said that. Guess bossman wanted to bring change, marched up enough men to dig our own graves in one day. Did it in the dead of winter too, makin' that mighty considerate of management. But creep with the axes looked me long in the eye along with Big Joe's group and a few them teams from Alaska and passed us up. Said Alphonse needed some workers fit to use 'em. Isa: Can you describe the seller's appearance? SCP-4894-A: Can you push that meal through? Director Isa complies and presses a button on her terminal's touchscreen. The meal is transported through the interrogation room divider into SCP-4894-A's containment area. SCP-4894-A: I can't tell you much there. It was hard to look him back in the face when he was probing me like a salmon tail. Said he worked fer some factory. I do remember he was overdressed for the occasion, Yanks always do. Riding hood and leathers, wool coated, face covered I don't know how many times over. Didn't stop you from knowin' when his eyes were set on you, though. Isa: Thank you, Dash-A - SCP-4894-A: (interrupting) Percy. Dash-A is talkin' like that creep was lookin'. Isa: Ok, Percy. You have rather good memory for events so long ago. SCP-4894-A: The only lie that creep didn't say is what's writtin' on them pickaxes. They can make you somethin' useful. Isa: For mining? SCP-4894-A: A pickaxe is for more than mining. It can till for planting 'taters, stir up compost, dig a latrine, and a grave for matter. Why, I once killed a pig running wild out in them forests with one of them. Took just one swing and I ain't one to brag on my own account. Made us mighty useful. Isa: Thank you, Percy. We appreciate your cooperation. With more of it, we can afford you certain luxuries. Maybe even containment at your cabin. Just you, our regional monitoring station 50km away, and a sub-dermal tracker. SCP-4894-A: How generous of you to leave a man the hell alone. Isa: If it will make you believe me, it is every bit as much a financial decision for us. Keeping you here is practically bleeding money. There's all the guards, monthly full-body scans, the cavity searches, and… well, I'm sure I don't have to tell you about everything we're already doing to you. Just suffice it to say our money is where our mouth is when I offer you this. Any questions? SCP-4894-A: Where do you get the money that yer wastin' here? End Video Addendum 4894.2: Midas Quarterly Report - Spring 1891 Date: April 8th, 1898 A.D. From: Alphonse Pétry, Founder & CEO of Midas Mining Corporation To: Midas Stockholder Alphonse Pétry in 1880, the year he founded the Midas Mining Corporation. Salutations and profitable tidings, good sir. With 27 sites across the Yukon and Alaska, Midas Mining Corporation became the top producer of gold, iron, saltpeter, and coal in the northern territories by 1889. Following the opening of the Gold Hill site in central Yukon in partnership with our new client from the United States, our revenue stream has doubled. Subtract a marginal increase in recruitment expenses due to worker weakness and error, and you get record profits for this spring quarter. Here at MMC, every tool, be it our innovative equipment or employees, meets their full potential to maximize your gain. With the investment of your generous capital in our recent public offering to hire our necessary bargaining assets, you are entitled to a portion of MMC's windfalls. Enclosed is a signed check valid at the Royal Canadian Bank of Toronto for $10,257.25. Your generosity will always be well appreciated and well compensated at Midas. Sincerely, Alphonse Pétry Addendum 4894.3: Gold Hill Exploration Log Part 1 of 3 Date: 2021/12/24 Dispatched MTF: Lambda-16 "Sixteen Tons" Mission Parameters: To search the Gold Hill ruins for information concerning GoI-006 "The Factory". Special Equipment Requirements: AWANS1, 20kg of plastic explosives, and SCP-4894-A attached by carbon fiber tether to two Lambda-16 members. Note: Due to its continued cooperation with Foundation study into SCP-4894 and familiarity with the Gold Hill site interior, SCP-4894-A was permitted to act as a guide for Lamda-16. Photo taken inside Gold Hill during its initial operation (hover to zoom). Video Start Lambda-16 approaches the closest point accessible by armored personnel carrier before disembarking. SCP-4894-A attached to L16-Cap and L16-Com. L16-Cap: Werner, scout ahead to the target site and set a perimeter. Sixty second check-ins. L16-Sct: On it. L16-Sct runs ahead while L16-Com deploys the APC's communication's antennae. L16-Dem: Getting the plastique warmed up. What possessed site command to send us out here in December? L16-Com: Too much Die Hard? L16-Dem: Never seen it. At least the aurora's pretty tonight, though. SCP-4894-A: Always was. You can see it some in mine. Joe said it was somethin' to do with the iron, called it earth's gift to those with the gumption to lay with it. Showin' off that college degree of his. L16-Com: Why was a college grad in the 1890s working in a mine in the Yukon? Wouldn't that be considered beneath him? No offense. SCP-4894-A: Big Joe always said that if takin' a shit wasn't beneath anyone, then dealin' with shit ain't either. Quite the heart and noggin in that one. We always said there was three things big about Joe and we done never seen his dick. You might get to meet 'im in there. L16-Dem: Would you - uh - care to clarify that? SCP-4894-A: Cave-ins can happen when you're blasting with dynamite two tunnels over. Him and a bunch of his posse were in a tight chamber when one hit. The whole damn ceilin' dropped a foot lower and Big Joe, well, was big. L16-Dem: They didn't clear the mine before blasting?! SCP-4894-A: Deadlines had to be met. L16-Cap: Cut the chatter. Werner, how's it looking up there? L16-Sct: Eyes are on the mine entrance now. Two structures nearby are still standing, barely, and one has collapsed and been reclaimed by nature. Looked to have been the latrine. Nothing around on thermal or NVG2 for five clicks besides mooses. Meese? L16-Cap: Moose, and roger that. We'll proceed towards the site. See if you can get a look inside those buildings. L16 and SCP-4894-A move in single file towards the mining site. Six minutes and 37 seconds silence and irrelevant chatter omitted. L16 arrive to find L16-Sct shining a flashlight through the broken window of the farther derelict structure. L16-Sct: Ma'am, you need to look at this. L16-Cap lengthens her tether to SCP-4894-A and joins L16-Sct at the window side. Helmet-mounted camera shows several hundred wooden pickaxe handles stacked around the interior surrounding a dust-occluded notice board. L16-Cap: I'll check this one, go get the other structure then help Rishi with AWANS. L16-Cap opens the door to the building and checks the corners by flashlight before proceeding inside. Feed proceeds towards the board where L16-Cap clears the debris and focuses the camera on the most legible document remaining.3 L16-Cap: Werner, keep an eye on Dash-A. Rishi, prioritize getting the network online. Command's gonna want to know this. L16-Dem: That ain't the only thing worth telling them, Cap. Destroyed structure ain't a latrine. I'm seeing human remains. HUD is counting no fewer than 120 by the number of skulls. L16-Cap approaches SCP-4894-A and points her flashlight in the direction of the mass grave. L16-Cap: Anything you want to tell us about that? SCP-4894-A: Only that them weren't miners, and that there was still our latrine. Video End Addendum 4894.4: Factory Document 1 of 2 GOLD HILL PACIFICATION CAMPAIGN ORDER SUMMARY: FACTORY (EST. 1835) UNION OPERATIVE JOSEPH TINSWORTH PACIFICATION OF LABOR UPRISING, TERMINATION OF UNION OPERATIVE, AND RECOVERY OF MANUFACTURING ASSETS FOR PRODUCT T-00119 "TOOL FOR EVERY USE" IN COOPERATION WITH CLIENT: MIDAS MINING CORPORATION ORDER COPY REPRINTED FOR MIDAS-00002 PERSONNEL REPRINT DATE: February 3rd, 1915 ORDER ID: MIDAS-00001 IMPORTANCE: Medium LOCATION: Joint-Venture Northwestern Yukon Ore Acquisition Site At Gold Hill. Location ID: OA-1135792-NWY ORDER EXECUTION DATE: November 3rd, 1914 PRIMARY TARGET(S): Midas Mining Corporation Workforce At Gold Hill Site Canadian Labor Union Agent Joseph "Big Joe" Tinsworth Factory Product T-00119 Manufacturing Assets PRIMARY FACTORY FORCE: Labor Enforcement Platoon, ID: LEP00449122 (Provided Personnel: 82) Factory Arsenal Product B-00098 "BRIMSTONE FOUNTAIN" Northern Territories Factory Head Foreman Atticus Van Horn, ID FOR10376117 PARTICIPATING CLIENT FORCE: Pinkerton Detective Agency Unit 55 (Provided Personnel: 48) Royal Canadian Mounted Police Unit 152 (Provided Personnel: 27) Midas Mining Corporation Chief Executive Officer Alphonse Pétry RELEVANT PRIOR INFORMATION: Client reported increased insubordinate fraternization among Gold Hill location labor force following the establishment of Factory assets and personnel. Despite increased security and moral correction measures taken, 28 Factory & Client Labor Enforcement Officers were murdered in an ambush by MMC laborers on June 19th, 1914. Labor forces have since declared ownership of the mine, maintaining themselves by the trade of ore with the nearby Nacho Nyak Dun, Aishihik, and Little Salmon Inuit tribes. The continued operation of the Gold Hill mining operation is paramount as the only large-scale manufacturing center for Product T-00119. INSTRUCTIONS: Pacify labor uprising with minimal collateral damage to Gold Hill assets Termination of CLU Operative Joseph Tinsworth Resume production of Product T-00119 ORDER RESULTS: 0420 HOURS: Combined attacking force suffer 48 deaths on approach to ambush and traps set by labor forces 2040 HOURS: Miners forced back into the mine interior via area control provided by Factory Product B-00098 "BRIMSTONE FOUNTAIN" 2250 HOURS: First team of 20 equipped with two B-00098 fountains dispatched into mine interior through the south entrance 2340 HOURS: Only three of the dispatched personnel escape alive 0250 HOURS: Death of 21 personnel following the destruction of B-00098's fuel supply by improvised explosives 1010 HOURS: Second attempt to breach the mine interior with two teams of 25 taking the south and west entrances simultaneously 1750 HOURS: All members of second team presumed lost following the detonation and collapse of the southern mine entrance 1820 HOURS: Retreat order declared FOLLOW UP Mobilization of Labor Enforcement Battalion (LEB-000012) and Factory Arsenal Product S-00022 "SULFIDE CANARIES" for eradication campaign. Slated arrival date: February 15th, 1915. SEE ERADICATION ORDER MIDAS-00002. Addendum 4894.5: Gold Hill Exploration Log Part 2 of 3 Pinkerton and RCMP personnel posing with Factory Head Foreman, Atticus van Horn (center). Dated 1914-11-02. (Hover to zoom) Video Start Feed opens to Lambda-16 waiting in front of the mine's west facing entrance. L16-Com is crouched in front of the AWANS router, its eliptical speaker and microphone array is directed at the mine opening. L16-Cap: Change of objective, command wants us to locate the Factory's manufacturing assets down there. Rishi, how's the AWANS? L16-Com: Finishing its mapping now. Sending to your HUD's. L16-Cap: Great, set relays every 200 meters. Showtime, grandpa. L16-Sct takes the lead into the mine interior followed by SCP-4894-A, L16-Cap, L16-Com, and L16-Dem taking the rear. Team proceeds 350 meters inside past multiple forks according to SCP-4894-A's guidance before encountering an obstruction. L16-Sct: Looks like a cave in happened here. Been partially cleared already. Looks recent by the lack of oxidation on this ore. We'll have to widen it some to get our gear through. L16-Dem: Got ya sorted. L16-Dem deploys a drill implement and begins to shave at the sides of the passage. L16-Com deactivates his light and turns back towards the entrance. L16-Com: You weren't lying. Three turns and the aurora still looks like it's flowing across the mine-shaft walls. Camera turns towards their rear. No light from the aurora borealis is visible in the recording. SCP-4894-A: It goes all the way down, too. Where the foreman put whatever that machine of theirs is. L16-Sct: You mean to tell me that you were down here with complete control over the mine for months and never saw it? SCP-4894-A: Had other things to be doin'. Traps to dig and the like. Pinkertons weren't going to blow their own kneecaps off. L16-Dem: Alright, that should be good. L16-Dem powers off her drill and moves through the passage. The feed shows complete darkness while the members of L16 guide the passage without need for NVG or additional illumination. Passage narrows over 110 meters until the exploration team is forced to crawl for 20 meters until the passage opens into an 4 meter long, 2 meter wide, and 2 meter tall chamber with multiple offshoots. L16-Sct: You made this trip every day you went down here? SCP-4894-A: Two or three times depending on the foreman's deadlines, and there was always a deadline. L16-Com: If no one objects, let's give my knees a break. I'm sitting my ass down and setting up a AWANS spike. L16-Dem: Yo, Cap, we got an obstruction up ahead. Not big, but I think we'll need to break out the plastique. L16-Cap: Get it set. Do we need to vacate? L16-Dem: Nah, I can control the yield of plastique a hell of a lot better than they could with dynamite. Besides, this area we're in looks reinforced. SCP-4894-A: We dug out and fortified rooms like this 'bout every 500 meters, wherever we could find good cover topside to hide an air shaft. Had 'em rigged to seal them up with quarter stick in each shaft after the Factory started droppin' their gas cans down them. L16-Sct: Why didn't they just fill the whole mine with gas if that was an option? SCP-4894-A: Big Joe said them was usin' somethin' called "sulfides". Said the gas could blow up real nice. One spark and there wouldn't be no mine fer them to take. L16-Dem: Alright, we're set. L16 moves back through the narrow aperture and back up the mine shaft before detonating planted explosives. Team returns to find the opening clear with piles of human remains just past it. At the front of the remains and taking up the majority of the passage's width is a collection of miner's garments and a crushed in iron helmet. SCP-4894-A approaches the items and takes a knee. SCP-4894-A: Hey, Joe. Been awhile. Thought you would want to know that a good few of us made it on out. Finished your work for the union. It's been a good life I didn't think I would get, thank you for that. L16-Com: Sorry to barge onto your mourning and all but does anyone else smell that? L16-Sct: Scanner's picking up sulfur, methane. Looks like human remains, fresh ones. Five months tops given the temperature here. L16-Cap: Let's do a search. L16-Cap turns to SCP-4894-A and places a hand on its shoulder. L16-Cap: I'm sorry, but you will need to mourn your friend some other time. SCP-4894-A: Oh I ain't mournin'. Buried them feelings with the rest of my folk down here. Just thought I would let him know that we did good by him. Took a bullet to make sure we did. And you might want to look 'bout halfway up that shaft on yonder if you're looking fer some bodies. L16-Cap stops and pulls SCP-4894-A up to face her by the collar of its shirt. L16-Cap: Alright, enough stumbling into intel. I respect you and I understand we look a lot like those Factory and Pinkerton thugs to you, but we need this information to gain something against the Factory. You should at least respect that enough to cut out the lies. SCP-4894-A: Well I ain't one for lyin' ma'am. Just like I told your director lady, them pickaxes are mighty good at killin' pigs. End Video Addendum 4894.5: Factory Document 2 of 2 GOLD HILL PACIFICATION CAMPAIGN ORDER SUMMARY: FACTORY (EST. 1835) EXTERMINATION OF LABOR UPRISING AND UNION OPERATIVE, RECOVERY OF MANUFACTURING ASSETS FOR PRODUCT T-00119 "TOOL FOR EVERY USE" IN COOPERATION WITH CLIENT: MIDAS MINING CORPORATION ORDER COPY REPRINTED FOR LEGACY PRODUCT RECOVERY PERSONNEL REPRINT DATE: October 3rd, 2020 ORDER ID: MIDAS-00002 IMPORTANCE: High LOCATION: Joint-Venture Northwestern Yukon Ore Acquisition Site At Gold Hill. Location ID: OA-1135792-NWY ORDER EXECUTION DATE: February 16th, 1915 PRIMARY TARGET(S): Midas Mining Corporation Workforce At Gold Hill Site Canadian Labor Union Agent Joseph "Big Joe" Tinsworth Factory Product T-00119 Manufacturing Assets PRIMARY FACTORY FORCE: Labor Enforcement Battalion LEB-000012 (Provided Personnel: 580) Factory Arsenal Product S-00022 "SULFIDE CANARIES" Northern Territories Factory Head Foreman Atticus Van Horn, ID FOR10376117 PARTICIPATING CLIENT FORCE: Midas Mining Corporation Chief Executive Officer Alphonse Pétry RELEVANT PRIOR INFORMATION: See document MIDAS-00001 INSTRUCTIONS: Eradication of Joseph Tinsworth and the MMC labor force at Gold Hill Recovery of T-00119 manufacturing assets Collateral damage to T-00119 manufacturing assets is to be avoided at all costs ORDER RESULTS: 1250 HOURS: Heavy Factory losses on Gold Hill approach, 85 killed in traps set by labor forces 1610 HOURS: Successful capture of Gold Hill grounds surrounding mine entrance 1720 HOURS: Deployment of S-00022 "SULFIDE CANARIES" at mine entrance 1950 HOURS: Advance of S-00022 blocked by labor-provoked cave-in 2120 HOURS: Discovery of three air shaft openings hidden around Gold Hill grounds 2200 HOURS: First set of teams sent though all three air shafts simultaneously 2215 HOURS: Discovery of traps made from re-purposed B-00098 fountains set inside air shafts, 47 killed 0215 HOURS: Foothold inside Gold Hill mine gained by introduction of S-00022 through western air shafts 0455 HOURS: 97 Factory personnel lost in cave in caused by Joseph Tinsworth, termination of Joseph Tinsworth confirmed 0635 HOURS: Excavation efforts started to access T-00119 assets 0810 HOURS: Destruction of S-00022 stockpile resulting in the deaths of 45, including the four labor force saboteurs 1025 HOURS: Discovery and hidden mine entrance 1.4 km south of Gold Hill main site 1240 HOURS: Factory forces enter the mines through the new southern entrance and existing western entrance 2250 HOURS: Multiple explosions detected followed by collapse of remaining mine entrances 2340 HOURS: All Midas laborers presumed deceased, T-00119 manufacturing assets declared destroyed 0100 HOURS: Several gunshots heard near southern entrance 0120 HOURS: Client leader and his guard detail discovered deceased by heavy trauma to the chest and neck, a single Product T-00119 discovered lodged in Alphonse Pétry's torso 0150 HOURS: Two Gold Hill laborers discovered dead from bullet wound related blood loss 1.2 km away, each holding a T-00119 pickaxe 0400 HOURS: Search for additional personnel responsible for the death of Alphonse Pétry recalled, deemed immaterial to Factory profit margin 0520 HOURS: Foreman Atticus van Horn performs communication ritual using his personal guard detail as sacrificial payment to alert Factory Board of Directors of Alphonse Pétry's demise 1000 HOURS: FFF4 entity becomes majority shareholder of Midas Mining Corporation FOLLOW UP Manufacturing investment for T-00119 declared lost. Remaining MMC sites undergoing armed rebellion from newly unionized workforce following Factory acquisition of property. Factory Eradication Army mobilized under Arch-Foreman Atticus van Horn.5 Eradication and suppression of information concerning Labor Rights Organization "THE UNION" raised to Paramount importance. Addendum 4894.6: Gold Hill Exploration Log Part 3 of 3 Video Start L16-Cap: Alright, bind his hands. We'll haul him around anywhere he needs them. L16-Dem secures SCP-4894-A's hands behind its back. L16-Com sets up a AWANS spike while L16-Sct explores further down the passage way. L16-Sct: More skeletons down here, old ones. L16-Cap: Any of them have pickaxes? L16-Sct: Not a one. Once more, I don't think these remains are from the miners. Factory uniforms on the bones. Whole 'lotta miner's clothes and hats just laying about, though. L16-Com: Alright, ready here. L16-Cap: Let's go. L16 moves another 700 meters through narrow crevices, requiring regular widening by L16-Dem's drill. One hour and 37 minutes of irrelevant chatter omitted. L16-Sct: (interrupting on radio) Cap, I found a pickaxe. L16-Cap: Copy that, Werner. Is it a 4894? L16-Sct: It has the inscription. Not the only one now that I'm looking. HUD's counting around… well damn. 320? Still no miner remains. The walls look older here from the oxidation. Deep rust color. Think we are the first ones down here in a long while. L16-Cap: Hold on, Werner. (L16-Cap turns to SCP-4894-A) Anything we should know going forward? We shouldn't still be seeing the aurora down here, and we did some test on the iron ore here. It's not very magnetic. SCP-4894-A: You're askin' me things beyond my depth and pay, ma'am. All I know is that the metal in them axes is every bit from our blood and sweat as it is from the earth's. Somethin' painful and joyful dumped into each other. Maybe the mine is just gettin' all nostalgic fer me. L16-Sct: Cap! I found a door! Spans the whole passage, looks like steel. Got a big 'ole Factory logo on it. No handles that I can see. Should I give it a push? L16-Cap: Go ahead but don't enter if it opens. L16-Sct: (seven seconds of grunting) Nope, gonna need Menendez. L16-Cap: ETA 15 minutes, Werener. Sit tight and enjoy the light show. L16-Sct: No problem, but the aurora is… well, you ever see how smoke gets sucked through the crack under a door, captain? Or how that bit of water circling the drain closest goes fastest? Remainder of L16 catches up to L16-Sct at the door obstructing further progression. L16-Com: Well, that is indeed a door. L16-Dem: Taking a look. L16-Dem deploys her drill on its finest setting and proceeds to drill through. Sparks from the drill illuminate walls lined with SCP-4894 instances. L16-Dem: Steel alloying is inlaid with 1.2% desecrated silver standard for early 1900s Factory Thaumasmelting. Door depth looks to be 20 cm. Easy peasy. L16-Cap: Rishi, take Dash-A and get some cover set up about 30 meters back. Menedez, get the charge ready. Werner, help me collect some specimens. L16 proceed on task for 10 minutes 14 seconds before L16-Cap leaps backwards while cataloguing a pickaxe followed by a fluttering sound. L16-Cap: What the? L16-Cap focuses her helmet camera on a 10 cm long bronze mechanism in the shape of a canary continuously flapping its wings while lodged in the rock wall. SCP-4894-A: Well I'll be damned. Done thought whatever cruel windin' they put in that thing would be done spun out by now. L16-Sct: I got it. L16-Sct grabs hold of the machine and places it in an hermetically sealed container. L16-Cap: Would you mind elaborating on the clockwork fucking finch? SCP-4894-A: Canary ma'am. Tragic things, I don't know what critter's heart they put in there but there sure are plenty of 'em. Factory sent 'em flying down the tunnels. Blind things but good of hearin'. They released a gas that could kill you breathin' in it as fast as smokin' in it. Don't matter if it hit a tunnel with folk in it or not, gas built up and flowed into nearby tunnels. A few of the Alaska crew fellas could make it through, them McKenly brothers could chew rust into air. Only reason I made it out was because the three spent a week spittin' fresh air out into some nooks they made. L16-Dem: Captain, ready here. L16-Cap: Right, let's get back to cover. SCP-4894-A makes a deep, rolling chirp noise followed by the sound echoed from an indeterminate number of mechanical canaries. The sound of wings fluttering enters the feed and the video fills with bronze canaries. L16-Sct: Scanner's picking up sulfides! SCP-4894-A: Funny thing about them Factory folk. Always treated us and the earth here like we were a pair of tools. If we acted up then that was just a matter of not usin' us right. Not applyin' enough dynamite on the right vein. Not bendin' the worker's fingers back far enough when they protest. They were so busy learnin' us that it never crossed 'em to think we might be learnin' them down here. Camera turns towards SCP-4894-A holding a pickaxe behind its back with its bound hands. SCP-4894-A rears its body back and strikes it against the wall, creating a shower of sparks and igniting the released gasses. Feed is flung back and lands pointed towards the now blown-open door. Inside is a rust covered stalactite dripping a dark red liquid down into the mold for a pickaxe. One pickaxe made out of one solid piece of dark-colored iron sits in the mold. Video shakes as SCP-4894-A's feet come into view followed by the back of its left hand bearing SCP-4894's mark. SCP-4894-A pulls the blade of a pickaxe up to his bindings and cuts them. Feed turns to see L16-Com L16-Dem and L16-Sct unconscious on the mine shaft floor. SCP-4894-A frees its hands off camera and turns towards L16-Cap. SCP-4894-A: I take y'all for good folk, but I got some work to do and I reckon you won't be lettin' me about my way to do it. SCP-4894-A swings the pickaxe its holding down in front of the camera and severs its tether connections before turning towards the room beyond the door. SCP-4894-A: I really must thank you all. If it weren't fer all you folk pokin' around, I wouldn't have pegged them fellers back there for Factory. To think I was sittin' about waitin' to meet Joe and them without the job done right? SCP-4894-A enters the chamber and stares up at the stalactite above the mold. SCP-4894-A: And 'ere I thought Joe was just being poetic. Miner blood, earthen rust, all in one mold. Fer one intent and in one union. Bled out holdin' our lover, did ya Joe? It's ok, I know y'all been lonely, I'm here for you now. SCP-4894-A retrieves the pickaxe and swings it at the stalactite overhead where it shatters in one strike. SCP-4894-A spends 5.6 seconds staring up at where the stalactite was before turning back towards L16-Cap. SCP-4894-A walks towards and past L16-Cap while she struggles to come to a stand. Camera feed records one frame of the side of a pickaxe handle striking L16-Cap from above before cutting out to audio where a soft thud is heard. SCP-4894-A: A mighty tool we humans are, but I'm figurin' there's some folk still under the Factory needin' to know that. Every laborer deserves to know their union. Video feed reopens in front of the Gold Hill mine entrance Three hours and 47 minutes later. The members of L16 lay on the ground approximately 30 meters away from the opening. SCP-4894-A emerges from the entrance and approaches L16-Cap. SCP-4894-A: You look like someone I should hate. You talk like someone I should hate. You hold a gun like someone I should hate. But I don't. When I look at y'all I can't help but think of Joe. Blood on his hands from doin' his best at right in a downright wrong world. Maybe I'm just too tired for any more hate besides the malice the Factory put in me. Maybe that makes me a tool more than the Factory's brand on me. All I know about the world and myself right now is that the Factory still stands and I'm feelin' mighty useful. A flash comes from the mine entrance followed by a low rumble and the opening collapsing on itself. A wave of dust passes over the feed and SCP-4894-A is gone when it clears. Video End Note: PoI-44198 "Percy McDonald" is to be apprehend and brought back into Foundation custody as soon as possible. Footnotes 1. Acoustic Wireless Area Network System. 2. Night-vision goggles. 3. See Addendum 4894.4. 4. Factory Funded Fiduciary 5. See Arch-Foreman van Horn's approved arsenal manifest for Product rations. |
SCP-4895 | euclid | "Self-portrait" of SCP-4895 (recovered under subject's sleeping quarters following a failed containment breach) Item #: SCP-4895 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4895 is to be contained within a standard humanoid containment cell fitted with a lightbox, mirror, electronic piano, plastic construction bricks, and a video camera. Depending on compliance with any personnel, SCP-4895 is permitted the freedom to watch up to an hour and a half of television or time to draw using an electronic tablet. Description: SCP-4895 is a humanoid with the top half of their head missing. The top half of SCP-4895's head is completely flat, topped with a patch of grass. A miniature barn sits on this surface, as well as a fence, a small pond, and 2 small organisms hereby referred to as SCP-4895-1 and SCP-4895-2. SCP-4895-1 is a 7cm tall human male lacking facial features, wears overalls, a straw hat, and has been observed carrying a small dining fork at times. SCP-4895-2 is a miniature cow in proportion with SCP-4895-1. Both SCP-4895-1 and SCP-4895-2 have been observed avoiding the edges of SCP-4895. Gravity does not seem to affect SCP-4895-1 and SCP-4895-2, as numerous tests have shown them to be unaffected regardless of SCP-4895's speed and position. SCP-4895 is self-sustaining, as neither it nor SCP-4895-1 and SCP-4895-2 require food or water to live. If SCP-4895-1 and -2 are removed from SCP-4895 by any means, the previous instances will vanish and reappear atop SCP-4895 within 24 hours. Despite not having ears or eyes, SCP-4895 has no trouble viewing or hearing things. SCP-4895 is very social, and takes pleasure in speaking with Foundation staff as well as a multitude of other activities including -Drawing -Writing Songs/Composing music -Filming with a camcorder -Creating statues with plastic building bricks SCP-4895 shows a considerable amount of passion towards its "creations" and will often resist testing procedures unless Foundation staff look at any works made by SCP-4895. SCP-4895 will show signs of depression and apathy when its creations are ignored. 4/22/18 Hi, my name is George. Im 17 years old, and I dont have a job. My therapist told me I should start a diary so thats what im doing. Yesterday I ate lunch with some staff. I don't know what else to say. 4/26/18 hi again, i tried to escape yesterday. i honestly dont know why though? these people have guns and shit and i just have a fucking orange jumpsuit. no, the farm on my head doesnt do anything, stop asking about it!! Whenevner i get caught doing something bad they make it so i cant watch tv and i already built with the lego bucket so i thoght id journal. hopefully i can write a good song tomorrow 4/27/18 song: i just had a dream where i could outrun the water look into my eyes they're a gateway to hell i just had a dream where i could outswim the current a farm across my head is what makes me unique 7/4/18 im sick of this place. i hate these people. they don't care about me, or what i like to make. they just dont understand me or how i work. they dont want to understand me so they can help me, they just want to understand me so they can feel better about themselves, but i have no clue what one more line of research would do to save the fucking planet. nobody cares. it makes it hard for me to care about being compliant when this room in this building is the one thing i know. do you think i know why this farm is on my head? i dont give have half a dick! I dont know myself and i dont want to either, i just want to go somewhere else. can they not give me a new head? i promise i wouldn't tell anyone about your psychotic torture routines. lobotomize me motherfucker, i dont care. when i give this journal to you at the end of the week i bet you're going to give me a fidget toy or something. yeah you're really fucking strong aren't you 11/17/18 im gonna make a movie, its going to be fucking great. I'll get some of my lego stormtroopers and put them on my head and see how the little farmer guy and his cow react, itll be awesome. fuck it, i'll lay down and then let them build whatever they want with my lego bricks. i'll name the little farmer john, and his cow will be yoko. Whats your favorite beatles album, doctor? ABBEY ROAD. yeah thats a good one. 11/19/18 i want 2 dogs and i want their name to be paul and ringo We're the beatles! 11/22/18 sometimes i feel like because i havent faced hardships nearly as strong as some other people here it means i have no right to feel upset about things. maybe i have it good here. no, cant be. I guess i'm just tired of this complex and clinical "foundation" lifestyle. probably nothing, its just been on my mind. i wish i could help you guys more. Do you guys think I could get a computer so i could play minecraft? 11/29/18 Whenever I play keyboards or draw now, i do it in front of a mirror. i never really stopped to think about john and yoko. they seem happy. yoko fell into the pond earlier and john laughed while he was trying to get her out. thats the kind of symbiotic relationship i think i need, haha. oh! also i got minecraft, its a lot of fun. my favorite part is the building, i suck at combat so i like creative mode. 12/2/18 ever since john and yoko got ahold of my lego collection, i think im kind of envying them. i dont think they know where they are, but theyre definitely smart. I'm writing in front of a mirror right now and I'm watching john milk yoko. its simple. comforting. why cant that be me? the farmer, not the cow. 12/25/18 last night I had a dream where I was john. i woke up with my straw hat and suspenders on and i got to work. I visited yoko and gave her a hug. Nobody is there to restrain me, i didnt want to leave. i tended to my wheat and went back into my barn to sleep. Also, merry christmas. 1/22/19 it's been a few weeks since my last journal entry, I just thought I'd mention that i've had some more dreams about being john or yoko. No clue where this leaves me. It's nice. 7/2/19 multiple months since my last entry. i only sleep now. thank you, foundation. |
SCP-4896 | safe | Knife Image source - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yakutian_knife#/media/File:Yakutian_knife_left_side.jpg Image is CC BY-SA 4.0 Gamayun-Alpha, Gamayun-Beta and Gamayun-Gamma Source - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slavic_Native_Faith#/media/File:Rodnover_symbols.png Image is Public Domain [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-4896 before commencing with experimentation Item #: SCP-4896 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4896 is to be kept inside a standard locked safe-deposit box within Site 73. All testing is to be approved by SCP-4896 Project Head. Any subjects that have had their neck or throat affected by SCP-4896, or have any of the procedures detailed in SCP-4896-Gamayun carried out on them, are to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell. Description: SCP-4896 is a knife bearing physical resemblance to traditional Yakutian knives1, with a blade 17.78cm in length. SCP-4896's anomalous effects manifest when the blade is used to cut another person, with varying results depending on what area of the body was cut. To date, all anomalous effects from SCP-4896 have resulted in the subject's body becoming more avian, specifically with new features resembling the genus Corvus corone2, in both form and function. This effect only occurs when the item is used to injure another human, and does not manifest when used on non-human entities or when used upon oneself. Biological samples taken from affected individuals show a fusion of both Corvus corone and Homo sapiens DNA. Growths from affected area are not rejected by the subject's body, despite vast differences in structure from the base human norm. When an affected area is injured it will heal to the state it was at pre-injury, while maintaining its Corvid features. For more information, see SCP-4896 Test Logs below. Discovery: SCP-4896 was initially discovered in the weeks following the Chernobyl Disaster. During the efforts to contain the fire within Reactor 4, fire crews manning the helicopters reported a black winged humanoid within the smoke. Foundation agents already present dispatched MTF Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") to investigate the surrounding area under the pretense of searching for and providing clean up detail for irradiated debris and materials. On 8th May 1986, MTF Beta-7 encountered a group of cultists operating within the countryside 16km outside of Pripyat, and after a brief engagement secured their base of operations. Alongside several documents and texts pertaining to the group's functions and goals (See addendum SCP-4896-Gamayun) SCP-4896 was discovered. The winged humanoid was not encountered during the search or engagement with the group, and no reports of them have been made since the initial sighting. Addendum: _ + Access SCP-4896 Test Logs- Close SCP-4896 Test Logs Date: 27/07/1986 Subject: D-8349 Area(s) Cut: Left and right forearm Result: A 9cm incision was made along the outer side of the left forearm. Several black feathers grew from the wound. The wound itself healed rapidly, with no visible scarring. Two 20cm incisions were made along both outer and inner sides of the right forearm. Black feathers grew across the entirety of the subjects forearm. Another incision was made between the two initial incisions which rapidly healed with no visible scarring. D-8349 attempted to remove feathers but was restrained by security personnel. Date: 05/08/1986 Subject: D-14332 Area(s) Cut: Both left and right feet along the dorsal and plantar regions. Result: Calcaneus extended from the heel of both feet, breaking the skin before narrowing into a black talon. Surrounding tissues became more scaled in appearance and also darkened. Hallux extended into a talon akin to the calcaneus, while the second and third toe fused to produce a similar effect. The fourth and fifth toe also underwent this process. Subject reacted with extreme distress, and commented that the physical alterations were exceedingly painful. Date: 11/08/1986 Subject: D-5503 Area(s) Cut: Neck Result: Incisions were made along the top, bottom and sides of the neck. Entire neck was rapidly covered by feathers, Subject's vocalisations were identified as matching Corvus corone specimens. Notes: Groundskeeping staff noted an abnormally large group of crows around the perimeter of the site. Experiments involving incisions of the neck are to be halted for the time being. - Dr Heller Date: 15/08/1986 Subject: D-7207 Area(s) Cut: Lips, and left and right scapula Result: Incisions were made down the entire length of scapula, whereafter a set of black wings measuring 6.7m from wingtip to wingtip grew from the incisions. Incisions around the lips caused a complete keratin beak measuring 42.19cm in length to grow from the subject's lips. The subject's teeth fell out as the gum line receded, though the subject retained full capability to communicate. Subject displayed a great amount of distress and attempted to escape confinement, during which the right wing ulna was broken due to mishandling by security personnel. Date: 23/08/1986 Subject: D-8037 Area(s) Cut: Head, arms, legs, hands and feet Result: Subject underwent expected metamorphosis, skull morphology altered during the process to become more avian in appearance. The neck and throat underwent this process as well, with a similar result to the test on D-5503 despite not receiving any incisions. Subject's hands became similar to the feet, with dark scales and talons growing from the flesh and nails respectively. Subject to undergo additional testing to establish full parameters of anomalous effects. _ + The following test logs are restricted to Level 3 Access. Enter password- Password accepted Upon complete translation of document SCP-4896-Gamayun three distinct symbols and their functions were discovered. Each symbol was tested in isolation as detailed below. Date: 21/09/1986 Subject: D-3398 Area(s) Cut: Lumbar region Result: Pattern Gamayun-Alpha was cut into the subject's lower back. The subject's skin became waxy and pale in colouration. Subject began to complain of a deep itchiness across their entire body. Subject's hair and teeth fell out, as well as nails on both hands and feet. Subject began salivating intensely and adopted the fetal position. Over the span of 3 minutes and 32 seconds, the subject's skin grew to encapsulate their entire body before calcifying. Subject did not move for 11 days after this with only faint, muffled vocalisations being heard. After 11 days, the surface of the calcified skin began to crack and 1 hour 12 minutes later a 1.8m tall Corvus corone instance hatched. The instance spoke in a distorted call of Corvus corone. Later analysis of this call revealed it to be a distorted version of D-3398's voice. Date: 28/10/1986 Subject: D-6083 Area(s) Cut: Chest Result: Pattern Gamayun-Beta was cut into the subject's chest. Subject began convulsing upon completion of Gamayun-Beta and collapsed to the floor. Subject's skin around the rib cage showed numerous anomalous growths. After 37 seconds of steadily increasing in size, subject's ribcage broke through the skin. 7 anomalous growths could be seen within, having replaced subject's lungs. 12 seconds later, the growths each erupted with a full grown instance of Corvus corone. Security personnel terminated all instances. All personnel who had been injured in some manner by the instances were found to have Pattern Gamayun-Beta appear around the injury within 30 minutes. Affected personnel underwent a similar process, with the anomalous growths appearing underneath the affected area. Date: 12/03/1987 Subject: D-11923 Area(s) Cut: Forehead Result: Pattern Gamayun-Gamma was cut into subject's forehead. Subject rapidly formed black feathers across their body and extremities. Feet formed into the feet of Corvus corone including talons. Head remained unaffected. Arms formed into a full pair of wings, with fingers receding into the wing structure. Subject spoke in Russian for the duration of the process, recorded statements have been matched to documents within SCP-4896-Gamayun. Incident Log SCP-4896-12-03-87-Alpha Foreword: D-11923 was moved to a standard humanoid containment cell after completion of the Pattern Gamayun-Gamma test. For 3 hours and 52 minutes D-11923 patrolled the perimeter of the cell repeating statements that match with those recorded in SCP-4896-Gamayun. <Begin Log> 09:23:33: D-11923 ceases patrolling the cell and faces the southern wall. D-11923 stretches their wings out, facing the wall as numerous unknown symbols manifest on the wall itself. 09:23:58: Patterns Gamayun-Alpha, Gamayun-Beta and Gamayun-Gamma are identified upon the wall. D-11923 begins speaking in as of yet untranslated Russian dialect. 09:24:12: Numerous other symbols3 manifest along the eastern and western wall. Security is notified of a potential breach in progress. 09:24:56: Instances matching the physical appearance of Corvus corone manifest from the Gamayun-Delta instances, flying around D-11923 in a clockwise fashion. These instances are composed of the same steel used in construction of the cell. Security arrive and enter the containment cell. 09:25:07: Corvus corone instances assault security personnel, prioritising any exposed skin or flesh. Instances that are successful proceed to burrow into the flesh of the victim. Of the six security personnel at the scene of the incident, only one is unaffected. The remaining five begin to convulse and collapse to the floor. 09:26:18: Remaining security personnel retreats from the containment cell and requests for the containment wing to be locked down. Request granted. Seven seconds after lockdown is in effect, all contact is lost with security personnel. 09:34:27: Deceased security personnel are seen convulsing, before a Corvus corone instance bursts from each victim's cranium, having enlarged itself in the process. Other growths can be seen pressing against the uniforms of the victims across all areas of their bodies. All security personnel and D-11923 proceed to leave the containment cell. 09:38:32: MTF Upsilon-12 ("Bird Watchers") are directed to Site-73, a site lockdown is initiated and a containment breach declared. As D-11923 traverses the halls numerous Gamayun-Delta instances manifests on the walls, generating further Corvus corone instances. 09:57:11: MTF Upsilon-12 arrive at the scene of the breach and engage D-11923 and Gamayun-Delta affected personnel. D-11923 is tranquilised and recontained. A total of 13 Foundation personnel were killed as a result of this breach. <End Log> + SCP-4896-Gamayun LEVEL 3 ACCESS REQUIRED. ENTER PASSWORD - PASSWORD ACCEPTED The following excerpts have been translated from documents taken from the group encountered during the recovery of SCP-4896. For a full archive of related documents, please submit Article Request Form 4896-Gamayun-R to Head Researcher Heller. SCP-4896-Gamayun-Alpha Document SCP-4896-Gamayun-Alpha We dwell in darkness, and must regain our way in the light, my brothers and sisters. With the Kolovarat4 we shall enrich ourselves, grow strong into the dawning of a new age. We shall break the bonds of ignorance and fear, and stride proudly out into the world with our heads held high. The night of our undoing shall be burned away in the light of knowing, the empty wind of nothingness shall be filled with the calling of fulfilment. From Veles we shall see a new day, upon which our children and their children will know of all in this world. SCP-4896-Gamayun-Beta Document SCP-4896-Gamayun-Beta The sign of Perun will protect us, and give us our guardians in time of strife and hate. From his protection we shall thrive, his messengers will make our enemies our protectors in death. We shall be safe from the strikes of our foes and hated enemies. He shall lead us to glory and war in the darkest days, and watch over our fields in times of great peace. His fury will be as lightning and his foundation like stone. From those who try to keep us dwelling in darkness, Perun will deliver us. SCP-4896-Gamayun-Gamma Document SCP-4896-Gamayun-Gamma The symbol of Veles himself, and his holy messenger on black wings. From him we gain our wisdom and knowledge of all, his voice of feather and skin and blessed with the work of man and god. From their song shall come the ending of the dark unknown, the veil shall be lifted and the light shall reign once more. When the Gamayun speaks we shall listen, for they will carry the divine words of Veles. Praise be to Veles, and praise be to his messenger, may the sky and wind bless them forever and more! Footnotes 1. Traditional knives used by the Yakut people of Siberia 2. Carrion crow, native to Europe 3. These symbols have been designated Gamayun-Delta and are currently still under investigation for relevant entries in SCP-4896-Gamayun 4. A Slavic Pagan symbol for the Sun |
SCP-4897 | euclid | 3/4897 LEVEL 3/4897 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4897 Euclid Instance of SCP-4897 during extraction Special Containment Procedures: Both instances of SCP-4897 are held within a double-sized canine containment unit at Secure Bunker-38. This containment unit is to be furnished with two large dog beds, two raised food dishes and water bowls, and attention-intensive toys such as large beef bones. SCP-4897-1 and -2 are to be individually fed 800g of canine supplement 3B daily. Due to persistent drool production, provided water is to be changed 2-3 times daily. Foundation personnel amenable to canines and who have scored at least an 8.0 on the Animal Empathy Test, are to be scheduled to provide physical contact and playful engagement for both instances of SCP-4897 for a minimum of 120 minutes per day. The upper limit of assigned time is at the discretion of the research director. Description: SCP-4897-1 and -2 are male Saint Bernards which both measure approximately 80cm from floor to shoulder and which both have an approximate mass of 95kg. Externally, neither instance of SCP-4897 presents any anomalous properties other than significantly delayed aging. However, examination of either object's interior reveals a spherical assembly of Plutonium-239 estimated at 15kg in mass taking the place of the heart. When under sufficient duress, instances of SCP-4897 demonstrate the ability to spontaneously implode or otherwise undergo rapid, paraphysical compression. This action is believed to involve perfect ignition symmetry such that the mass of plutonium becomes critical and produces a nuclear detonation. Discovery Log 4897.1 With the assistance of POI-4062-13 Foundation personnel were alerted to a decommissioned subterranean weapons development site due east of Point Lay, Alaska, USA. A reconnaissance team was dispatched from Site-17 to perform an initial evaluation and threat assessment. Upon gaining access to the test site, personnel established communications through the use of on-site equipment and began a transfer of available local data. Analysis of diagnostics concluded the site still housed three (3) "хороший мальчик"1 class warheads, all of which were listed as armed and operational. Further egress into the interior of the facility revealed a large, rudimentary containment cell that housed three Saint Bernards of comparable height, weight, of a generally friendly disposition. Reconnaissance team personnel were then able to secure the animals and call for extraction. Incident 4897.2 Initial containment for instances of SCP-4897-1, -2, and -3 was carried out separately due to the constraints imposed by both the size of the anomalous objects and the physical dimensions of the elevator. As such, SCP-4897-1 was extracted first by the team's commanding field agent. SCP-4897-2 was moved second and, during its absence, SCP-4897-3 became visibly distressed due to isolation from its counterparts. Personnel attending to SCP-4897-3 were unable to deescalate the situation and all communication between the remaining members of the reconnaissance team and the extraction team was lost. Shortly thereafter, significant seismic activity was detected and Foundation monitoring equipment alerted to the detonation of a nuclear device. The extraction team was immediately recalled for debriefing. Researcher's Note: Due to the inherent risks with separating the last two instances of SCP-4897, containment procedures have been updated such that these two should share location to promote mutual well-being. The increased risk is minimal as one nuke on top of the other is hardly 'worse' for any Foundation assets present. Having said that, these two are to be stored in a Secure Bunker far away from any larger sites or population centers. Addendum 4897.3 Synopsis The following is an interview with POI-4062-13 wherein he provides additional intelligence which may be of use to the Foundation. Unrelated and extraneous audio and video have been cut. <BEGIN RECORDING> Dr. Dementyev: "Let's double back to the 'canine bombs' you mentioned earlier. How do those work? POI-4062-13: "Also simple physics. Do you need another diagram? What is your doctorate even in?" Dr. Dementyev: "I was hoping you could explain why dogs?" POI-4062-13: "Find very special housing for big payload. Soft, good-natured, big dog. Inefficient cooling, but this is okay in the north." Dr. Dementyev: "How many of these weapons does your program currently maintain?" POI-4062-13: "нет, not weapons. They are all good boys." Dr. Dementyev: "Good boys?" POI-4062-13: "да." <END RECORDING> Footnotes 1. Translates from Russian to "Good Boy" |
SCP-4898 | keter | 4/4898 LEVEL 4/4898 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4898 Keter Saul Kronenberg Special Containment Procedures: Due to the public nature of SCP-4898, the already wide propagation of its assumed name, and its ability to traverse space, it is currently infeasible to contain the anomaly. However, SCP Foundation Task Force Rho-3 ("The Hills Have Eyes") has been established to monitor advertisements, media activity, and business conduct for SCP-4898 and limit its reach. SCP-4898 itself appears to be aware of the risks of exposure and will self-limit conduct in order to maximize its effectiveness. Description: SCP-4898 is an extradimensional humanoid entity that possesses the ability to manipulate space including instantaneous teleportation, the ability to co-locate, and the ability to clone or duplicate matter. Appearing as a late middle-aged humanoid male of Italian descent, the entity identifies as 'Saul Kronenberg' and most commonly manifests in the greater area of Los Angeles, California. SCP-4898 has been observed conducting business consistent with that of a normal 'Hollywood Agent' that services the film and television industry. The entity operates a small business front located in West Hollywood, CA that does business as "Kronenberg Talent Management" and regularly takes meetings and hosts client negotiations at this location. The entity freely manifests at industry-related socialization and networking events in order to meet potential clients and foster established relationships. The manner in which the entity engages clients or conducts business does not itself appear to be anomalous and instead relies upon substantially undercutting the industry standard rate for comparable services. See Addendum 4898.1 for additional details. + Addendum 4898.1: Commercial advert for Kronenberg Talent Management - Close Addendum 4898.1 The scene fades to a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair in a navy blue pinstripe suit. He stands on the righthand side of the screen with his left hand resting on the breast of his suit jacket. His ring finger displays what appears to be a rose-gold men's ring of a gaudy nature. The background of the commercial is a muted burgundy with large gold block letters that spell out 'Kronenberg Talent Management' filling the top half of the screen. <Saul> "Fellas, ladies, are you tired of grinding it out for your big break while working two jobs just to pay the bills? Are you tired of greedy industry predators taking as much as ten or even twelve percent of each paycheck?" The shot cuts to a woman in a traditional 'diner' uniform sitting at a counter, flipping through the mail. The woman opens one envelop that presumably contains a paycheck and she shakes her head in disgust and frustration. <Saul> "Come on down and talk to Saul! I know all the ins, all the outs, I can get you into roles and take you places you've only dreamed about from your pull out couch! Work alongside all the big names, work for all the big time producers! I've been serving the industry for over thirty years and I know… what it takes… to make a star!" "So if you're ready to pour your heart and soul into your craft…Give Saul A Call! Today!" Saul, regarding the camera, smiles big as the shot fades out. A telephone number appears on the screen as the commercial ends. Discovery Log: In 2003, data analysis flagged a substantial uptick in credited work for a number of actors generally associated with 'indie' style films. Further investigation determined that these actors appeared in and were credited in a number of films which had a substantial overlap in production and filming schedules. All flagged actors shared a listed agent of 'Saul Kronenberg' as a common link. Additional backtracking found the name 'Saul Kronenberg' appearing in the credits of films as far back as 1979, however, no corroborating financial or business records have been located prior to 1994 when the business 'Kronenberg Talent Management' was first registered. It is unknown how long this entity has been operating. In 2004 Foundation analysts isolated an actor credited with the role of 'unknown prisoner' in the film Chronicles of Riddick, who listed Saul Kronenberg as his booking agent. This person was marked as POI-4898-1 and placed under Foundation monitoring. The next day, POI-4898-1 was observed leaving his apartment at 09:10. Then again at 09:24. And a third time at 09:41. At no point was POI-4898-1 observed returning to the apartment during this time, and each instance of POI-4898-1 left for a different destination. Foundation resources were mobilized and all three iterations were apprehended after arriving on location. Interviews and observation determined that none of the instances of POI-4898-1 appeared independently anomalous and did not appear to be aware of the other instances. After approximately 48 hours in Foundation custody, two instances of POI-4898-1 collapsed into an equivalent volume of a viscous, tan fluid of unknown origins. The surviving instance of POI-4898-1 was administered Class B amnestics and returned to the general population. Researcher's Note: The recovered fluid is a mixture of selenium-gold alloy and a silicon-based organic compound. When an electrical current is applied to the material, it phase-transitions into a rigid substance in a manner similar to that of 'smart metal'. However, the substance appears to no longer retain its originally programmed shape. + Open Interview 4898.1: David Harbour pt 1 - Close Interview 4898.1 Synopsis: In late 2004, Foundation asset actor David Harbour agreed to participate in a candid interview with SCP-4898 in order to record and learn about the object's methods, practices, and abilities. He was equipped with video and audio recording equipment including multiple concealed body cameras and scheduled for an afternoon consulting. MTF Rho-3 ("The Hills Have Eyes") established a monitoring position from the alley adjacent to the building. Extraneous audio and video has been cut. David Harbour finishes equipment check and leaves the Foundation monitoring van. He walks around the corner and down the sidewalk before entering the building housing 'Kronenberg Talent Management'. The metallic ding of a bell can be heard as the door opens, alerting reception to David's arrival. <David Harbour> "Hello, ma'am. The name is David Harbour, I have a 2:30 with Mister Saul." The receptionist offers Harbour water, which he accepts in bottled form. A short wait commences before he is lead through a small hallway to an open door. SCP-4898 is visible at the end of the hall standing behind a desk. The entity motions to an open seat on the near side of the desk. The receptionist closes the door as she leaves. <SCP-4898> "David! Welcome, welcome. I am always happy to hear from the up and comers in the industry. The real boots on the ground in the fight to drive the art forward." <David Harbour> "Thank you, Mister Kronenberg, it's an honor to just have my calls returned, not to mention actually be invited in to talk about opportunities." <SCP-4898> "Well get used to it because I move fast and I move a lot, Dave. Can I call you Dave? And Saul is fine to address me. If we might be working together we should at least trust each other enough to be on a first name basis, yeah?" <David Harbour> "Sure, Dave is fine." <SCP-4898> "Okay, Dave. So, I've taken the liberty of preparing some things for you to read and sign. I've got a couple of great roles that I think will really launch you into the future. Really establish an image and put your face in the minds of movie-goers. I did some research on your portfolio and your reel and I think these are your best options." <David Harbour> "Great, let's have it." SCP-4898 walks around the desk and hands over a packet of papers, before taking a seat on the desk. David Harbour accepts the papers and begins to read. Most of the text is printed but largely illegible due to the angle of the body cameras and their distance from the text. <SCP-4898> "So I've got three projects that should pay soon and hit the theaters next year. I'd like to get you into auditions as soon as the end of this week." <David Harbour> "What? Three in one year? I… I'm only used to one at a time, I don't know how I can do all three due justice let alone nail the lines on that short of a notice." <SCP-4898> "Don't worry too much, Dave. You'll have some outta this world coaching, free of charge, to get you nice and ready." <David Harbour> "Free of charge?" <SCP-4898> "Yep, for a meager 2% of your paycheck." <David Harbour> "And you can keep the lights on and pay staff with 2% of a chump's paycheck?" <SCP-4898> "Volume! That and you remembering your friends down the road when you hit it big. Consider my paltry fee as a downpayment against future opportunities that'll cost you nothing except a little bit of social credit with your studio friends. Most guys in my shoes have to spend, spend, spend and bribe their way into these opportunities. Those things don't pay off, at least not really. But this…this does!" <David Harbour> "Alright, well, assuming these roles and the scripts all check out, let's do it." <SCP-4898> "There's just one more thing, Dave." <David Harbour> "Ah, the catch. Tell me." <SCP-4898> "There are non-disclosure agreements and some extra health testing." <David Harbour> "Figures. Seems standard." <SCP-4898> "It's not. How much are you willing to give to build your future? Does this career matter to you as much as I think it does?" <David Harbour> "Yeah, of course. I've been working hard for years already and I'm just getting started. What else would you expect me to say?" <SCP-4898> "Precisely, but I am going to give you a chance to put your money where your mouth is. I just need something from you, Dave. It's not monetary, but it is valuable. It won't hurt, and I won't take enough for you to miss it. Promise." <David Harbour> "What, like my blood?" <SCP-4898> "No, Dave. Actors are not just normal folk. Why do you think it's easy for you, for them, to slip into the skin of another human being and assume a role, even if just for a few hours? You've got that mojo, that … conductive material." <David Harbour> "I'm not sure I'm okay with this and it's making me uncomfortable." <SCP-4898> "Well that's your choice, Dave. But do yourself a favor and think about it. Come see me tomorrow and give me your answer. We need to move on these roles soon and I would hate to see you miss out on your chance." SCP-4898 and David Harbour shake hands and ends their meeting. <END RECORDING> + Open Interview 4898.2: David Harbour pt 2 - Close Interview 4898.2 Synopsis: Following Interview 4898.1, Foundation asset David Harbour was scheduled for a return appointment and instructed to ascertain the nature of 'hidden fee' requested by SCP-4898. The asset was similarly fitted and monitored as per the previous interview. Extraneous audio and video has been cut. Final equipment check is made and Harbour enters the building. The receptionist leads him back to the office of SCP-4898 and closes the door after his entry. <SCP-4898> "Dave, my boy, welcome back! I'm hoping to hear good news so we can get the payday rollin'." <David Harbour> "Yeah I've read over the parts of the scripts you gave me and slept on it and I feel that now is the right time. But I do want to know more about your 'something extra' arrangement what that might mean." SCP-4898 is silent for several seconds, intently regarding Harbour. <SCP-4898> "Tell ya what, Dave. I'll do what I gotta do and collect some of it now, and then I'll slip a fifteen day out in there for you. If you miss it, or if the concern eats you up, or if you fail to get these roles, you can cut me out and get a full refund." <David Harbour> "Full? Even the 'something special'?" <SCP-4898> "Even the little something special, yes." <David Harbour> "Okay. Let's do it, Saul. Just give me something more about what 'it' is." SCP-4898 claps his hands together once and stands from his chair. He rounds the table and helps Harbour to his feet, escorting him over towards a previously unseen wooden door. He stops after placing his handle on the doorknob. <SCP-4898> "I'll be honest with you, Dave. Me and my friends? We're don't get out as much as we'd like to. But we love to travel, we love to see sights, we love to… well, we love to live! Do you see how these two things conflict?. That's all we want, Dave. Just a taste of the outside world. A little bit of freedom. And people like you are the perfect vehicle." Harbour does not respond although audio records his breathing shallowing. At this time, the asset begins to tap on his lapel camera signifying a request for extraction, as dictated by the field operations manual. <SCP-4898> "And right in here I've got everything we need to make the magic happen." SCP-4898 opens the door to reveal a small half-bathroom. "Right there, in the mirror." Harbour approaches the mirror and looks into it, regarding himself. The hand of SCP-4898 enters the video from the left side and the entity's open palm is placed against the side of Harbour's head. Audio and video communication is immediately lost with the monitoring van, however, Harbour's equipment continues to record using local storage. The video cuts to a dark place. Harbour's hands are seen drifting or floating in front of him; he appears to be unconscious or otherwise immobilized. There is an unknown source of light illuminating the immediate area including Harbour. After approximately 60 seconds, Harbour's hands reflexively jerk as he suddenly regains consciousness. The motion of the hands and their passive drift suggests Harbour is suspending in some sort of fluid, but there is no visual occlusion noted by recording equipment. Muffled noises can be heard but they are unintelligible to the audio recording equipment. The hands appear to move more frantically, escalating over several minutes. Abruptly, the thrashing stops and Harbour appears to begin a 'swimming motion'. It is unknown if a meaningful movement is happening as there are no referential objects visible. Swimming continues for several minutes before a dim light is observed at a distance. The light approaches and increases in intensity as it does so until an entity becomes visible. Emerging from the darkness is a creature approximately two meters in length with an eel-like body and is now designated as SCP-4898-1. Prominently atop the entity's head is a long appendage that ends in a bio-luminescent bulb similar to that of an Angler Fish. The entity continues to close and alters the angle of its head to reveal multiple concentric sets of teeth surrounding a central orifice. Harbour attempts to swim backward in order to escape the entity but the creature closes before meaningful progress can be made. An abrupt but muffled cry can be heard as SCP-4898-1 latches onto Harbour's right bicep with its mouth. Two sets of articulating appendages extend from the sides of SCP-4898-1 and wrap around the bicep, securing its hold. Harbour uses his free arm to grab the tail of SCP-4898-1 and attempts to pry it off of his constrained arm. The instance of SCP-4898-1 begins to budge but tightens its grip and remains in place. Before Harbour is able to attempt another separation, a second instance of SCP-4898-1 is seen attaching to the forearm of Harbour's left arm. Additional instances become visible and emerge from the periphery heading towards Harbour. They ultimately surround and engulf the asset at great enough volume to render the video and audio recording unusable from this point. Approximately two hours later, the video and audio begin transmitting again to the monitoring van. David Harbour regains consciousness on the floor of the half-bathroom. The ceiling light is on and Harbour shields his eyes as he re-orients himself. Quickly, he begins checking his arms and the rest of his visible body for signs of assault or other evidence of the eel-like entities. There are no visible signs. The door creaks open and SCP-4898 regards David Harbour, a polite smile on his face. <SCP-4898> "Come on out when you're ready and let's sign this stuff. Don't worry, you won't remember a thing. You're not the only one with amnestics." <END RECORDING> |
SCP-4899 | keter | False-color radio imaging of SCP-4899 Item #: SCP-4899 Special Containment Procedures: + Show prior containment procedures -Hide prior containment procedures Dedicated Foundation satellites are to remain at the orbital coordinates RA 4h 57m 14s, Dec +17° 32’ 36”, with a no more than 1% deviation deemed acceptable from this designated position. Dedicated satellites are to remain in high Earth orbit, intercepting, recording, and scrambling any transmissions that come from SCP-4899 to resemble cosmic background radiation. Foundation operatives embedded within radio-based observatories are to prevent the observation of SCP-4899, as well as the reception of any transmissions from the object. Amnestics (up to Class-C) may be administered if necessary. Recorded transmissions from SCP-4899 may be beamed to Lunar Area-32 for decoding and storage. REVISION Following Incident 4899-R, SCP-4899 has been upgraded to Keter classification. SCP-4899 has since stopped broadcasting any transmissions. As of this time, no means exist to properly contain SCP-4899. Description: SCP-4899 is a celestial object approximately 144 light-years from Earth. The object emits no visible light, instead broadcasting radio waves. Interestingly, Foundation observation via spacecraft augmented with temporal sinks has revealed that SCP-4899 is specifically broadcasting to Earth, with no other known areas of reception. SCP-4899’s transmissions normally include footage of Earth, although the quality of these transmissions is abnormally high for such a distance. Furthermore, rather than being delayed by the speed of light, the object’s broadcasts take place in real time, indicating that SCP-4899, or its creators, have access to faster-than-light technology. Since its discovery, SCP-4899 has been transmitting increasingly more "aware" footage of Earth, switching from no recognizable pattern of locations to metropolitan areas in 18██, to national military bases in 19██, to the locations of various heads of state in 19██, and finally to Foundation areas and sites in 20██. How SCP-4899 has been able to identify Foundation areas based entirely on external observation is currently unknown. Additionally, approximately half an hour after every transmission is intercepted, some sort of calamity will occur within the location captured by SCP-4899. These calamities range from small fires, to entire containment breaches. As more images have been transmitted by SCP-4899, the scale of these disasters has steadily increased. Some of SCP-4899’s transmissions can be found below. Addendum 4899-T: + Access Addendum 4899-T (Clearance 3/4899 required) - Credentials Approved. The following are a series of still images (taken from video footage) transmitted to Earth by SCP-4899. Groom Lake AFB, an American military installation in Nevada. 34 minutes after this image was decoded, a building collapse occured, causing █ casualties. Site 66. 29 minutes after receiving this image, a fire broke out in the eastern wing, leading to evacuation of 30% of the site and █ casualties. Storage Site 64. 36 minutes after this transmission was intercepted, an earthquake originating approximately 3 miles away caused ██ casualties in the site. Area 6. 28 minutes after the broadcast was decoded, a containment breach resulted in the termination of ██ personnel. Area 96. 40 minutes after this image was intercepted, [REDACTED] causing ██ casualties. Received ██/██/████. Significance unknown. Incident 4899-R: + Access Incident 4899-R (Clearance 4/4899 required) - Credentials Approved. At ██:██ GMT, ██/██/████, SCP-4899 sent a final message, a video clip 4 seconds in length. The following image is a still from SCP-4899’s last broadcast. No further transmissions have been sent from SCP-4899. By a 8-3 vote, the SCP-4899 Analysis Team has elevated SCP-4899's object class from Euclid to Keter. |
SCP-4900 | safe | WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS CLASSIFIED BY UNANIMOUS O5 DECISION. DUE TO THE NATURE OF THE CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES OF SCP-4900, DETAILED KNOWLEDGE OF ANYONE WITHOUT 4/4900 CLEARANCE ATTEMPTING TO VIEW BEYOND THIS POINT HAS BEEN MADE AVAILABLE TO O5 COMMAND. Further access is restricted to level 4 personnel. Username: GJade Password:•••••••••••••• Welcome, Gabriel Jade Item #: SCP-4900 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4900 is contained in a steel reinforced bunker located within O5 Compound Harappa. SCP-4900 rests on a steel podium1 surrounded by 20mm thick bulletproof glass anchored to the podium. SCP-4900's containment chamber is constructed with a forward podium and semicircular tiered seating in the style of an amphitheater, sized for twenty adults to sit comfortably. A rectangular bulletproof glass viewing cell is constructed adjacent to the podium, with entry to be accessible only by O5. SCP-4900's containment chamber is furnished with twenty sitting cushions. SCP-4900's cell is monitored by 6 static cameras2, angled to view every portion of the interior of SCP-4900's containment cell. No audio recording equipment is allowed within SCP-4900's containment cell. The only records of the words spoken within SCP-4900's containment cell are to be taken with pen on paper by members of ATF Alpha-b. Such records are to be sealed in a time-locked leadlined briefcase, which is to be made available within SCP-4900's containment chamber at all times and replaced with an identical copy before being removed from SCP-4900's containment chamber. These recordings are to be delivered, sealed, to O5-1. Only D-class personnel trained to read Indus Script, designated Applied Task Force Alpha-b "Herodotus' Chorus", along with O53 may enter SCP-4900's containment chamber. Members of ATF Alpha-b are housed in solitary living quarters within Compound Harappa. At all times, two members of ATF Alpha-b are to be focusing on the text on SCP-4900, with members cycling out as necessary. A single member of ATF Alpha-b is to verbally read the text present on the object while another transcribes the text. No fewer than 40 D-class personnel trained to read Indus Script are to be housed within Compound Harappa. As SCP-4900 is suspected not to be the only such object in existence4, Operation Babel is to continue indefinitely to ensure that the knowledge of how to decipher Indus Script does not exist outside of Compound Harappa. Description: SCP-4900 is an inscribed five-sided obelisk made of black diorite. A single face of SCP-4900 is inscribed with Indus Script5. Despite cursory visual inspection of SCP-4900 suggesting that no more than twenty lines of text are present on the object, no upper limit to the amount of data able to be read from SCP-4900 has been found.67 SCP-4900 is believed to contain the written record of the life of every human being born since ~3650 BCE. The text on SCP-4900 forms a narrative composed by an unknown entity. The tone of the narration is universally critical towards the subject. SCP-4900 describes each human's life in one-day sections, with each day being contained on a single 'line'8 of text. The narrative of SCP-4900 can be fully read only in sequence from the beginning. All attempts to begin reading SCP-4900 at any point other than the beginning have failed. If a subject is aware of the currently manifested topic of the narrative, they can successfully continue reading SCP-4900 from that point. The narrative shifts to a new human at the beginning of each new line following the description of the previous human's death9. Based on collected data, the narrative author of SCP-4900 is suspected to be omniscient. Addendum 4900-1: Selected portions of text recovered from SCP-4900's chamber have been reviewed by O5-4, O5-7, and O5-11 and appended to this documentation. Now this cur arose and fashioned his clay into wide bowls and fed them to the fires of the kiln before him. He opened his mouth and said to his wife, 'I will go down to see the Priests, there with my brothers to ask after our fortune.' and it was so. Then he stood in the great crowd and heard his neighbor cry out 'My daughter is sick with fever and will not rise. How shall I make her healthy again?'. Now he beheld the old priests low within the pit speak the deeds of great kings yet to be born from their mother's womb. In the evening he drank strong wine and returned to his home from the city-square. Then the wretch lie in his bed and covered his face until the Sun was overhead; he called it his day of rest. He ate cakes of barley with his wife and was not ashamed to take her when he had finished. Now he went away to visit the Priests, his voice added to the crowd at the city-square. 'Tell me how I should make my wife with child?' he said when his brothers were not seen. He sighed bitterly and hoped none but the priests knew who had spoken. In the evening he drank watered down wine and returned to his home from the city-square. Now when he took the bowls from the fires of his oven, he let them slip and cast them down to break on the stone of his floor. He fell to his knees and cried out, but was weak; he found no words to accuse himself. He upturned the ashes of his kiln on the smashed shards and mourned, beginning his fast. In the heat of the sun he went down to the Priests and called out in anguish 'O why, in your wisdom, did you not warn me? How simple would it have been for you!' and his voice was lost in the crowd. At length, he cut his wine with water again and drank it down as he returned to his home from the city-square. Addendum 4900-2: Selected portions of text recovered from SCP-4900's chamber have been reviewed by O5-4, O5-7, and O5-11 and appended to this documentation. And it was done, the assembly pronounced his sentence: exile. Pathetic, a beaten dog, he turned one more time to see Athens. No more loitering now, as he walked, he dwelled on his apology of his friend and his foolish service to Agesilaus of Sparta. He would, he decided, seek refuge with the tyrant. When Helios hid his face behind the horizon, he built a sputtering fire and ate figs with a trembling hand. Clinging to the possessions he retained, the road rose to greet him in the morning and he made slow progress. The sad-eyed exile met many on the road that day and spoke to none; his heart desired to cry out in misery. Perhaps poison would have been preferable. When the darkness found him again, he built his fire and ate his food; ashes in his mouth. The fool dwelled the day on his beloved democracy. He had had his liberties, and by using them he had lost them. His legs ached from the walk and the heat scorched his old head. 'And I, with shame in my heart, am forced to walk', he said his words to the empty air, thinking Hermes to spirit his punishment to the doors of Hades. In the darkness he wished he had never spoken. The walls of Athens had been tall and comforting. The walls of Sparta were meaner and more cruel. The widows of soldiers owned everything, and he had nothing. Calm and good sense he tried to muster, 'So now I stand within the domain of the Tyrant. I'll not go back to my old estate, but make now my estate here.' But he held doubt deep in his heart. 'How much more grim are you, O Apollo, shining down on Helots?' He stayed that night within the home of his old friend, and told him all that had happened. Addendum 4900-3: Selected portions of text recovered from SCP-4900's chamber have been reviewed by O5-1 and O5-13 and appended to this documentation. He had his briefcase filled with his new invention, and entered his boss's office to show him the finished work. Slick with nervous sweat, he folded the stack of Super Paper into a suit of armor and donned it, and asked his boss to shoot him. When the bullets ricocheted off, he knew he was going to be a rich man. What an idiot. All he was getting paid was the last bullet in the gun after he took the armor off. What a dunce. She screamed as the searing light touched her face for the first time. Hands pulled her from her mother's still body. It hurt when they hacked them apart. She was scared and confused and wanted the darkness back. What a baby. Addendum 4900-4: Selected portions of text recovered from SCP-4900's chamber have been reviewed by O5-13 and appended to this documentation. Today was the first day of her new assignment. She was assigned to Compound Harappa, a personal bodyguard for the O5. She wasn't good enough for the job and she knew it. [FURTHER DATA REDACTED] She was bored and scared all day. She just guarded doorways and expected the worst to happen at any given moment. She hoped no one would find out when she went to vomit out her stress in the toilet. Because she is a coward. [FURTHER DATA REDACTED] THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE IS FOR O5 EYES ONLY DUE TO THE NATURE OF THE CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES OF SCP-4900, ALL ATTEMPTED UNAUTHORIZED VIEWERS OF THIS MESSAGE HAVE BEEN APPREHENDED. | BIO-METRIC AUTHORIZATION GRANTED… | RETINAL SCAN AUTHORIZATION GRANTED… | ANTIMEMETIC COUNTERAGENT DETECTED… | PLEASE ENTER YOUR CREDENTIALS BELOW, O5-7. Further access is restricted to O5 personnel. Username:SecureContainProtect Password:•••••••••••••••••• Welcome, O5-7 O5-1: We are playing with fire. No further attempts to use information recovered from dates determined to be still in the future to affect present or future events are to be undertaken. For clarity, the documents obtained from 4900 had been focused on a man believed to be Ruprecht Carter, of Marshall, Carter & Dark. Data recovered from the documents was utilized to carry out an assassination attempt on this man's life at the direction of O5-7. Notably, the assassination would have ended the man's life some 16 years prior to what was described in the documents. The attempt was an unmitigated failure, and has not resulted in any events following that date occurring differently than how they were described in the documents. Moreover, O5-7 vanished right about the time the attempt was carried out. No witnesses saw him depart; he was in his office and the next time his assistant checked on him, he was nowhere to be found. He is currently missing, presumed irrecoverable. I have included text recovered from 4900's documents. This was generated 21 months after his disappearance. He thought he was such a clever dick. He knew Carter would be vulnerable in his car as he was driven from Chicago to St. Louis. He didn't know how bad his plan was. All of his men died and it was his fault. And then he fell out of his world and screamed and cried forever. He hoped no one would make the same mistake he had and meddle with things beyond their woefully limited comprehension. Oh, and welcome aboard, O5-7. Footnotes 1. Podium mount is anchored to the foundation of SCP-4900's containment chamber. 2. Closed circuit loop to be made available only to O5. No recordings are to be made of this feed. 3. O5 are only to enter bulletproof glass viewing chamber adjacent to reading podium. 4. Based on documents recovered from SCP-4900's containment chamber; Relevant documents sealed by order of O5-5 5. Symbols previously believed to have originated within the Indus Valley Civilization shortly before 3500 BCE 6. The method of this data compression is not known. Text is reported to visually remain static throughout readings regardless of the amount of information recovered from SCP-4900. 7. All attempts at machine translation of SCP-4900 to date have failed to detect any writing present on SCP-4900's surface. 8. As described by O5-4 9. Compiled from genealogical data available, O5-6 has produced a copy of the algorithm seemingly in use to select the next human based off of the degree of familial relation with the previous five humans, to be made available on a need-to-know basis. |
SCP-4901 | keter | by stormbreath Fig 1.1. Current Location of SCP-4901. Item #: SCP-4901 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4901 is currently uncontained, and is located in Bubbly Creek, Chicago. Until the time when SCP-4901 can be successfully and fully contained, Special Containment Procedures are to focus on the minimization of sporadic sightings and the concealment of SCP-4901's existence. Any witnesses to SCP-4901 are to be administered a Class-C amnestic to remove all memory of SCP-4901, and any recorded evidence is to be confiscated or destroyed. News media in Chicago is to be monitored for mentions of SCP-4901 or Rudy Benson for information. Mentions of Rudy Benson should be recorded. Containment of SCP-4901 has been hampered by the need for a Mobile Containment Unit capable of both entrapping and holding SCP-4901. However, no easily transportable and concealable MCU exists, meaning that SCP-4901 at present cannot be contained. Research into the development of an appropriate containment unit is ongoing. Description: SCP-4901 is an amorphous entity composed of sewage, bovine/porcine remains, and human blood, currently located in Bubbly Creek,1 Chicago. The blood comprising SCP-4901 is fibrous and semisolid, with the sewage and bovine/porcine remains mixed into the mass of this fibrous blood matter. SCP-4901 is able to manipulate the viscosity of this fibrous blood matter to temporarily become fluid. SCP-4901 is known to have been created from a human being and it is currently theorized that the initial mental state of SCP-4901 was inherited from this human. It is suspected that shortly after creation, SCP-4901 was at least partially cognizant and able to communicate, but its mental state has deteriorated as a result of its physical condition. SCP-4901 is generally reclusive and tends to primarily spend time on the riverbed or otherwise obscured. Fig 2.1. Photograph recovered from Chicago Spirit. Depicts Bubbly Creek around time of SCP-4901's creation and mentions SCP-4901. SCP-4901 has an amorphous body shape but is capable of altering its form. It tends to take the form of an amorphous quadruped but occasionally takes on a more humanoid body shape during moments of lucidity. SCP-4901 was unintentionally created in 1882 by SCP-046-ARC2 during the anomalous murder of a rival paperboy. SCP-046-ARC has claimed the death of this rival was accidental, but no evidence exists to support these allegations. For more information, consult Interview Log-046-4901. Currently, preliminary and unspecific knowledge of SCP-4901 is circulated throughout Chicago, as part of the legacy rumors surrounding the Chicago Spirit. While several details of SCP-4901 cannot be confirmed as true or false, others have been determined to be entirely false. As such, it has been decided that these rumors do not represent a threat to normalcy. Addendum 4901.1 — SCP-046-ARC Interview Interview Log Transcript Interviewer: Dr. Thatcher Interviewee: SCP-046-ARC Date: March 12th, 1946 Dr. Thatcher: Hello, Mr. Chappell. How are you doing today? SCP-046-ARC: What kind of question is that? Dr. Thatcher: Fair enough. I was hoping - SCP-046-ARC: Listen, I'm not telling you shit. The Spirit is still out there in some form, and I'm not hurting my boys for when they come to bust me out. Dr. Thatcher: Mr. Chappell, the Chicago Spirit has not existed for ten years and was not capable of breaking you out of a Foundation facility even before your containment. SCP-046-ARC: I don't believe you. Dr. Thatcher: Very well. I'd like to talk to you about one of the earliest anomalies of your career- SCP-046-ARC: It was Night. I keep telling you, it was Night. Always Night. Dr. Thatcher: We have found no witnesses to corroborate the existence of this alleged "Mr. Night". In any case, we would like to talk about Rudy Benson. SCP-046-ARC: Shit. That was me, for the most part. Dr. Thatcher: So you admit that you do have anomalous capabilities in some capacity? SCP-046-ARC: No! I can't pull tricks, only Night could. That was with a little gift Night gave to me. Dr. Thatcher: As always. SCP-046-ARC: Why don't I take it from the top, okay? I was a newsie in my youth, before all of the crime and everything. I had this little corner on Lake Shore Drive, and I was the best newsie in the city. Sold the most papers, everything. Even got some of the adults to acknowledge. I was going to go far in that business, become a journalist. Course, I never did become a journalist. I think that ended up being better for me in the end, but I sure as hell wouldn't be sitting here today if I was a muckraker. Anyway, I'm working as a newsie. All the others are getting jealous of me - remember, in that business, everybody knew who everybody else was. And well, we both know I'm not the quiet and reserved type, am I? So everybody knows me, knows I'm the best there is. Start to get a little jealous of ol' Dickie Chappell, want to knock him down a few pegs. Enter Rudy fuckin' Benson. He comes along and decides he wants my corner, but I'm not going to give it up, am I? Can't do that, I'm Richard Chappell, this is my turf. He and his boys come along and grab me. I'm fighting and screaming like hell, and they drag me all the way down to Bubbly Creek and throw me in. Back then, I ain't got any idea on how to swim. Do now, because of this story. But back then? I'm drowning. I would have died if this man hadn't jumped into the river and pulled me out. There was something off about him, I could tell just from a single glance. If I had been a coward as a kid, I would've been scared. That was Mr. Night, the first time I ever met him. Dr. Thatcher: No evidence to verify the existence of this "Mr. Night" has been found. None. SCP-046-ARC: Fuck you want me to do about that? Anyway, Night gives me this little whistle, tells me to go up to Rudy and blow it. Do it by Bubbly, and everything would go just swimmingly for me. Not so swimmingly for Rudy Benson was the implication, right? So I do it. I confront Rudy on the banks, I blow the whistle and it's … different. It's shrill, it hurts to hear, but that's not all that's happening. Rudy's bleeding from everywhere: eyes, mouth, nose, skin's breaking up and blood is just coming out of this kid. His gang scatters, they're afraid of me now. I'm Richard Davis Chappell. Nobody fucks with me. Dr. Thatcher: Is that the end of the story? SCP-046-ARC: Sure is. Nowadays, the only thing people remember about Rudy Benson is that I killed him. And we made sure that everybody knows about him in the Spirit. Gotta keep the memory of little Rudy alive, don't we? Dr. Thatcher: I see. SCP-046-ARC: So, what is this about? Dr. Thatcher: You aren't cleared for that information. SCP-046-ARC: What? You tell me right now that the hell this is about! Why the fuck do you care about this! What happened to Rudy Benson!? Dr. Thatcher: We're done here. Addendum 4901.2 — Parawatch Post In 2009, the following post was made to the forum of minor GoI-1109 ("Parawatch"), detailing SCP-4901. Due to the conflation of both true and false information in the post, as well as general infosec policy regarding Parawatch, this was not considered a containment breach. spicyghost 01/15/09 (Thu) 18:50:04 #83648190 Deep in the heart of Chicago, there lives a terrible swamp thing, closely linked to the chicanerous bixby gangsters, the Chicago Spirit! It is formed from the detritus of every lost soul the Spirit ever killed and dumped into Bubbly Creek! As you are all likely aware, the Chicago Spirit was one the largest criminal outfits in Chicago during the Prohibition Era and shortly before. What sets them apart from the others is their close association with the occult - Richard Chappell, the founder, was rumored to constantly be on the hunt for new grimoires. Sawteeth, a lieutenant, was said to have come back to life at least a dozen times. Wheels was often placed in two different places at the same time. Derringer was a legitimate wizard. Leggy is said to be nothing more than a pair of legs, capable of outrunning a car. First, some crucial background is necessary, first on Bubbly Creek and then on Richard Chappell's personal connection to it. Bubbly Creek was brought to national infamy in Upton Sinclair in his magnum opus, The Jungle, who described it as: "Bubbly Creek" is an arm of the Chicago River, … all the drainage of the square mile of packing-houses empties into it so that it is really a great open sewer a hundred or two feet wide. … The grease and chemicals that are poured into it undergo all sorts of strange transformations, which are the cause of its name; it is constantly in motion as if huge fish were feeding in it. A very charming image (it's worth noting Bubbly Creek still occasionally bubbles). Of course, the problems that Upton Sinclair is describing here had been the case for several decades before he described them in The Jungle. Indeed, they existed around the time that Richard Chappell was getting his start in the industry, even when he was just a child. When a fellow paperboy - by the name of Rudy Benson - tried to take Richard's street corner, Richard was quick to take disproportionate revenge. He led Rudy Benson to the Bubbly Creek and used his magic powers to suck all the blood right out of his rival. The blood slopped right down the side of the riverbank, and joined with all the other pig and cow bones, blood, fat, and hair in the river. As Chappell grew up, he decided he wanted everyone to remember his past. To remember what he did to Benson, and make an example for anyone else who wanted to challenge him. The Spirit would regularly lead their enemies to the creek, bleed them dry, and then dump the corpses into the river. It was a good place to dispose of bodies: all the remains in the river meant nobody thought twice about the smell of rot. The first sighting of the Swamp Thing of Bubbly Creek was in late 1920, soon after the start of Prohibition, when the Chicago Spirit was at the height of its power. The Swamp Thing of Bubbly Creek was almost humanoid at this point and was spotted by a butcher dumping some remains into the Creek. He was terrified by the thing, and even quit the business as a result. The Spirit responded to this incident by playing up the tale of Rudy Benson and the Swamp Thing, making it clear what would happen to anyone who dared to stand against them. The Spirit never forgot about either, and neither did Chicago. At least, while the Chicago Spirit lasted. When they toppled in 1933, done in by the death of Richard Chappell in a FBI raid of the Chicago Spirit bar, the Spirit stopped talking about anything they had done in Bubbly Creek. The Swamp Thing of Bubbly Creek stopped appearing as frequently, and when it did, it was normally four-legged, or even totally amorphous. Sightings have continued to the current day (normally around the early morning, when Rudy Benson was killed), most typically close to mentions of the Chicago Spirit in newspapers, history books, or the like. Especially those that mention either Rudy Benson or the Swamp Thing. Most likely, these are just cases of pareidolia, but … What if it's still out there? This post was widely commented and viewed on Parawatch, becoming the "Hottest" thread of the Parawatch Forums, January 2009. This had the side effect of exposing the largest number of civilians to information concerning SCP-4901 in the history of containment. Following this post, sightings of SCP-4901 significantly increased in frequency. Additionally, SCP-4901 took on its most humanoid appearance to date during this period. Further analysis of historical media mentions of SCP-4901, cross-referenced to confirmed sightings of SCP-4901, indicated a statistically significant link. It was hypothesized that there existed a strong connection between knowledge of SCP-4901 and its ability to regain humanoid shape, as per the aforementioned correlation. Addendum 4901.3 — Bubbly Creek Exploration To test the hypothesis developed following the 2009 Parawatch post describing SCP-4901, a Clearance Level 1 (Unrestricted) file for SCP-4901 was written and used as a demonstrative article of the SCP format for new recruits. By the end of 2009, this meant that an additional ██,███ individuals were aware of SCP-4901. Sightings of SCP-4901 began to increase during the early months of the year, along with a more humanoid body. However, in late August, sightings abruptly ceased. Agent Rosales of MTF Zeta-2 was deployed alone to Bubbly Creek in order to find SCP-4901 and determine a reason for the lack of SCP-4901 spottings. The following is a transcript of Agent Rosales' exploration. The actual footage is currently under a RAISA lock. Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 07.10.2009 Location: Bubbly Creek, Chicago Mobile Task Force: Zeta-2 Team Members: Agent A. Rosales Agent Rosales: Small operation, huh? Operating out of a van? Command: We're trying to keep it covert. In the middle of a major city. Agent Rosales: Fair enough. I'll head out now. Agent Rosales opens the back door of the van. It is currently early morning, approximately twenty-minutes before sunrise. Agent Rosales walks to the banks of Bubbly Creek. Agent Rosales: I think I can smell 4901 already. Command: Actually, that's just Bubbly Creek. Agent Rosales: It still smells, a hundred years later? No wonder they dumped bodies here. Command: That's probably an invention of Parawatch. No record of that happening other than the original Rudy Benson incident. Agent Rosales: So 4901 is just Rudy Benson, then? Command: Rudy Benson and decades of pig and cow slop. Agent Rosales: No wonder he went insane. Agent Rosales walks around the riverbank of Bubbly Creek, shining a flashlight at various elements. He passes by locations of several recent sightings of SCP-4901 without any results. Agent Rosales: No sign of our swamp beast. Command: Noted. Try calling for it? Agent Rosales: Rudy! Hey Rudy! Rudy Benson! No discernable audio is recorded on the video log. Agent Rosales: I think I heard something, real faint. I'll have to hop down into the brush and walk along the side of the bank itself. Agent Rosales descends into Bubbly Creek. Agent Rosales: Rudy! Come out, Rudy! A quiet but high-pitched groan is recorded on the audio equipment. Command: We're picking that up, now. Good work, Agent. As Agent Rosales illuminates his path with the flashlight, video camera picks up a small clump of biological matter resting in the dirt. He squats next to it, and puts on a latex glove to pick it up. Agent Rosales: Looks like we've got a piece of 4901 here. Bone fragment of some kind, possibly a pork rib, if I had to guess. Small bits of fat attached, a little hair. Could be from the Bubbly Creek riverbed, but more likely from 4901. Command: Bag it anyway. Agent Rosales places the clump of biological material into a biohazard evidence bag, and places the bag into his backpack. Agent Rosales: Proceeding after the groan, now. It sounds like it's coming from a grove over here… Hey Rudy! Immediately after vocalization of "Hey Rudy!", the groan increases in volume. Agent Rosales: Yep, it's right over there. Agent Rosales crawls over to a portion of the brush and pushes the branches aside, revealing a small hollow. The body camera does not capture the inside of the hollow, due to the angle of Agent Rosales' body. Agent Rosales: Rudy? SCP-4901: Pl-pl-e-e-ease s-s-s-top-p-… SCP-4901's voice matches vocal analysis of a young, prepubescent male child. It is heard violently wretching and gagging. Agent Rosales grabs the video camera from his shirt and reangles it towards SCP-4901. It is on its hands and knees while ejecting constituent matter from its mouth. Agent Rosales: Rudy Benson? Is that you? Former paperboy? I don't want to hurt you. SCP-4901: Hu-ur-rt! Agent Rosales: I'm sorry, Rudy Benson. Do you know who you are? SCP-4901: For-r-r-rge-e-e-t. W-w-want. For-rget. Agent Rosales: Forget about you? About who you were? SCP-4901 violently coughs out a large chunk of pig fat and bone. It then rises from the ground, and grabs a pile of paper trash from the ground by it. SCP-4901: EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT! SCP-4901 throws the trash at Agent Rosales and begins to shift in physical makeup. Sharp bones emerge from the ends of its hands. Agent Rosales quickly withdraws from the hollow and draws a gun. Agent Rosales: Anomaly confirmed hostile, permission to engage? Command: Granted. Bullets won't be lethal. SCP-4901 emerges from the hollow, screaming incoherently. It begins to rapidly and repeatedly stab itself in the head with the sharp bones at the ends of its arms, ripping off large chunks of sewage and animal matter. Agent Rosales: Huh. Not hostile to me, it seems. SCP-4901 continues to repeatedly stab itself until it no longer possesses a head. It then proceeds to stab itself elsewhere, tearing matter out of fibrous blood. Command: Get out of there. Agent Rosales: Won't protest that order. Mild amnestics were distributed to all staff who had been exposed to information regarding SCP-4901 during the course of 2009. Since then, prior behavior patterns have resumed. SCP-4901 has not yet been observed speaking or taking on humanoid form since October 7th, 2009, and typically lurks beneath the water of Bubbly Creek. Footnotes 1. The South Fork of the South Branch of the Chicago River, noted for being the location where butcher shops would dispose of animal remains. Accumulated methane from such remains led to the formation of bubbles, causing the name. 2. A Type-C reality bender commonly known as Richard Chappell, the founder of GOI-001 ("Chicago Spirit"). ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4901" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4901. 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: bubbly.jpg Name: Bubbly Creek headwaters-Racine Avenue Pump Station JPG Author: USGS Illinois Water Science Center License: Public domain Source Link: usgs.gov Filename: benson.png Author: PeppersGhost License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: N/A Derivative of: Bubblycreek (Unknown Author, Public Domain) Name: Quote about Bubbly Creek from The Jungle Author: Upton Sinclair License: Public domain Source Link: Project Gutenberg |
SCP-4902 | safe | Item #: SCP-4902 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4902 is to be contained within a standard anomalous objects locker. Testing of SCP-4902 must be approved by one Level-3 personnel and overseen by one Level 2 personnel. Following Incident-4902-1, all statements made by SCP-4902 are to be presumed false. Description: SCP-4902 is a sapient King Owl brand refrigerator with a locking mechanism on its handle.1 SCP-4902 possesses the ability to manipulate magnetically charged objects placed on it, which it uses to communicate via the English alphabet; all attempts to use image-based magnets or languages with non-romanized letters, have thus far failed. Discovery: On 3/24/19, SCP-4902 was discovered at a family-owned furniture store, Bill's Best, following police reports of several messages spelled out with an alphabetic magnet set suggesting a child's body was hidden within SCP-4902. Review of the security footage showed the magnets moving across SCP-4902. The following day, Foundation agents arrived and amnesticized all workers involved before retrieving SCP-4902 and all footage involving it. Interveiw Log-4902-1: Interviewed: SCP-4902 Interviewer: Researcher Alces Foreword: The following interview was conducted the week after SCP-4902's retrieval. SCP-4902 was provided two sets of the English alphabet. <Begin Log> Researcher Alces: Hello there, SCP-4902, would you mind answering a few questions for me? SCP-4902: no Researcher Alces: How did you arrive at Bill's Best? SCP-4902: idk look in rec0rd Researcher Alces: Could you provide us any detail about your time prior to your recovery? SCP-4902: owned by hick Researcher Alces: Anything else? SCP-4902: hid body in me ad lock Researcher Alces: They hid a body in you? SCP-4902: yes Researcher Alces: Could you give any details about this person? SCP-4902: bloody mess kid Reasacher Alces: You don't appear to have any marks on you. SCP-4902: cleaned Reacher Alces: Alright, and why don't you smell of rot. SCP-4902: airtight and cold Researcher Alces: You've been off power for weeks. SCP-4902: airtight Researcher Alces: Okay? Are you aware of anyone who has a key? SCP-4902: hick man but he crazy Researcher Alces: Could you give us any clues as to where he lives? SCP-4902: idk bumfuck Researcher Alces: Is there anything at all that you can think of? SCP-4902: not really <End Log> Closing Statement: Following Interview-4902-1, investigation into how SCP-4902 can be opened is underway. Addendum: After several attempts to pick SCP-4902's lock, Foundation agents used a welder. Upon starting up the welder SCP-4902's lock clicked and its door opened up to reveal a single post-it note with the following message on it: Chill bro, it's just a prank. Footnotes 1. Typical models of this refrigerator do not carry a locking handle. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4902" by Rex Atlas, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4902. 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-4903 | safe | Item #: SCP-4903 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4903 is to be suspended by two steel hooks mounted three meters above the floor and four meters apart from each other on the rear wall of its containment chamber. A removable safety net is to be mounted one meter from SCP-4903. Two digital clocks are to be in plain view of the chamber's security camera: one clock is to be positioned within SCP-4903-1 and the other is to be positioned within the containment chamber. Requests by SCP-4903-2 are to be sent to the Ethics Committee for approval. A bonesaw and standard first aid kit is to be positioned on the wall directly adjacent to SCP-4903. Description: SCP-4903 is a cable loop measuring twelve meters in length and five centimeters in diameter, comprised of seven individual cords. Currently, the metallurgical makeup of four of the cords have been identified as iron, gold, lead, and cobalt. The remaining cords are fashioned from an unknown dark material with an Albedo rating of 0.02, an unknown reflective material with an Albedo rating of 0.98, and an unknown material which demonstrates complete transparency. Each cord has a word inscribed upon it. + Inscriptions and corresponding cords. - Hide table Composition Inscription Iron Cold Gold Eternal Lead Contain Cobalt Persist Unknown dark material Live Unknown reflective material Stay Unknown transparent material Fade The area enclosed by SCP-4903 functions as a three-dimensional gateway between local reality and a pocket dimension, designated SCP-4903-1. The only physical structure native to SCP-4903-1 is a featureless white plane of indeterminate size. SCP-4903-1 is prone to temporal distortion events occurring approximately every three to twelve days. These events increase the passage of time within the anomaly by a significant multiplicative factor1 from the perspective of those outside. These distortions have been observed as lasting anywhere between seven minutes to thirteen days standard time in duration. SCP-4903-1 possesses an abnormally high Hume level of 385 and an ambient temperature of 4.4 degrees Celsius. SCP-4903's manifestation within SCP-4903-1 is inert to all forces acting upon it from inside SCP-4903-1. Any movement of SCP-4903 causes its manifestation within SCP-4903-1 to mimic the horizontal motion introduced. Vertical motion of SCP-4903 has no effect on SCP-4903's manifestation. Sapient beings are unable to exit SCP-4903-1 through SCP-4903's manifestation.2 SCP-4903-2 is the designation assigned to the former D-41312 following exploration of and subsequent inability to leave SCP-4903-1. SCP-4903-2 has demonstrated immunity to all attempted methods of termination3 through a combination of rapid regeneration and a complete immunity to anomalous kill agents. SCP-4903-2 is generally amicable to Foundation personnel, although caution is necessary for interactions immediately following a temporal distortion event. Addendum 4903-A + Log of requests by SCP-4903-2 - Hide table Request Status A blindfold. Approved. Winter clothing. Approved. A digital watch. Approved. Watch has not required any maintenance despite the relative duration that it has since been working. Earmuffs. Approved. A Level 3 briefing on antimemetics. Denied.4 A notepad and pen. Approved. Additional pens and notepads are to be provided upon request. An electronic reading device. Approved. A handheld game console. Approved. Additional game cartridges are to be offered to be traded for old during periods between temporal distortions. Mnestic drugs Denied.5 A chess computer. Accepted, on the condition that no attempt to dismantle or reprogram the device be attempted. Following a temporal distortion, SCP-4903-2 demonstrated an ability to reliably beat the program.6 Assistance with a theorized method of retrieval. See Incident Log 9/9/10 Regular conversation partners (supplementing conversations with Researcher Elmsway). Accepted, on the condition that all conversations are to be monitored and that privileges are to be rescinded in the event of a breach in security. As a precaution, Class-B Amnestics have been added to the first-aid kit adjacent to SCP-4903. A desktop computer with internet access. Denied. Text-to-speech software usable exclusively for web searches, with all hardware positioned outside of SCP-4903-1. Approved. - Hide table Addendum 4903-B . + Project Timaeus (Concluded) - Archived as of 5/26/2009 SCP-4903-2 allows us to determine the upper limits of what a D-Class personnel may deduce of the Foundation and our protocols through both publicly available knowledge and experiences as a D-Class. This research has proved invaluable for containing D-Class personnel who experience anomalous mental enhancement and similar effects during the course of experimentation with anomalies. Major deductions of SCP-4903-2 have included… Monthly amnestic treatments of D-Class personnel. A rough estimation of the security clearance levels of the Foundation, including a rough estimation of the O5 Council.7 Foundation involvement with the ████████ incident. Existence of the Antimemetics Division. Foundation operations involving amnestic use in ██████████, California; Buffalo, New York; and Phnom Penh, Cambodia. Locations of Site-█, Site-18, Site-22, and Site-███, among others. SCP-4903-2 has notably made several incorrect guesses on site locations, with an overall accuracy rate of 26.67%. Prior occurrence of at least one K-Class scenario. Existence of a facility similar to SCP-2000, with many analogous security measures. As of 5/26/2009, Project Timaeus has been concluded. A clearance-specific list of all findings of Project Timaeus is available by request. See Researcher Elmsway for details. - Archived as of 5/26/2009 Addendum 4903-C . + Video Transcript of Incident Log 9/9/10 - Hide Incident Log 9/9/10 Foreword: SCP-4903-2 proposed a method of extraction wherein a constant electrical current would be used to stop its heart, with resuscitation occurring after SCP-4903-2 was removed from SCP-4903-1. This request was approved by Site Command. <BEGIN VIDEO TRANSCRIPT> SCP-4903-2: So, I've been thinking… Researcher Elmsway: Always a dangerous habit. SCP-4903-2: Yeah, fair. At any rate, I'm a couple million years past my due date. I figure I might as well try the free trial. See you on the other side. Researcher Elmsway: The other side it is. We're ready when you are. SCP-4903-2: Just in case I actually stay dead, I've got some excellent last words. Make sure to get these on the record. Make em last. I don't want my legacy to be… Agent Goodwater: Just turn the damn thing on. SCP-4903-2: Alright, alright. Maybe I'm just a bit nervous about the first prospect of dying I've had in a little while. More people have been to Russia than I have. SCP-4903-2 activates the device attached on its chest. Subject convulses violently for a short period before collapsing. Agent Goodwater: Fuck does that mean? Researcher Elmsway: Ponder it later. Let's get him out first. SCP-4903-2 is successfully removed from SCP-4903-1 via a rope harness pulled by Researcher Elmsway, Agent Xing, and Agent Goodwater. Subject is subsequently loaded onto a gurney and transported to a prepared cell.8 Agent Xing: Nothing unexpected. Proceed. The device attached to SCP-4903-2 is deactivated by Researcher Elmsway, and Agent Goodwater picks up a defibrillator. Agent Goodwater: Clear! Agent Goodwater applies the defibrillator to SCP-4903-2 and resuscitates the subject. SCP-4903-2 notably does not experience any of the typical disorientation inherent with such a procedure. SCP-4903-2: Figured I'd leave you with some nonsense to make sense of. Researcher Elmsway: (Laughs). Welcome to the other side. Approximately six seconds after SCP-4903-2 was revived, an anomalous force was exerted on SCP-4903-2, pulling the subject directly towards SCP-4903 at speeds exceeding 1645kph. SCP-4903-2 was pulled through twelve walls, breaching containment of SCP-2586 and SCP-080. By its own account, the resulting impacts injured SCP-4903-2 severely but did not lead to loss of consciousness.9 The events following SCP-4903-2's return to SCP-4903-1 were captured by the containment cell security camera. The impact of SCP-4903-2 with the containment chamber walls caused loss of video feed for twelve seconds and loss of sound for twenty minutes. Restoration of video feed revealed SCP-4903-2 appearing to yell and assault SCP-4903 until sector lockdown was announced. Researcher Elmsway was able to enter SCP-4903's containment chamber immediately before the lockdown. SCP-4903-2 became visibly less agitated when Researcher Elmsway entered the room. Researcher Elmsway recounted his conversation with SCP-4903-2 for the purposes of this document. SCP-4903-2: That should have worked. That was the fucking loophole. Who designs something like this and then adds a specific stipulation to close the only goddamn way out? I beat it fair and square. Researcher Elmsway: Don't lose hope. Every anomaly has a fundamental weakness, or this world would have been destroyed a long time ago. SCP-4903-2: Looks like you missed an effect or two. Researcher Elmsway: Or two? SCP-4903-2: Figure of speech. But riddle me this. What makes you think that you know every property of this purgatory? What if it turns into Disneyland if exposed to the right frequency of radiation? What if it releases a pantheon of hostile gods if you cut the cords? The only truth I've learned in here is that I understand nothing of the anomalous, and I think it laughable that anybody believes they can. Researcher Elmsway: We can't anticipate everything. Perhaps every conversation has the chance to complete a foul ritual and bring about the end times. Or perhaps we can act on the assumption that everything, no matter how strange it appears to us now, has some logical explanation that can be eventually discovered through the scientific process. I would prefer to believe the second. SCP-4903-2 I didn't believe this would happen to me. Tell me one thing. Did that change my fate? Researcher Elmsway: No. But if optimism is what keeps me going so I can free you eventually, then so be it. SCP-4903-2: How long have I been in here from your perspective? Researcher Elmsway: Twenty-one years, five months, and eleven days. SCP-4903-2: Don't give up and forget about me. Researcher Elmsway: Trust me on this. I am not going to forget you. SCP-4903-2: And trust me on this. This is a well-founded fear. I do not blame you. But the fact remains that even if you manage to remember me for the rest of your life, even if the Foundation remembers me by some miracle until it falls, eventually I will be abandoned here. By any means necessary, and I do include anomalous means in that, do not let me fade into this hell forever. Researcher Elmsway: I will remember you, but I will not break Foundation regulation by using unapproved anomalous means to do so. My first duty is to the Foundation, not to any individual.10 SCP-4903-2: Thank you. Reports by Agent Xing and Agent Goodwater confirm that Researcher Elmsway was seated adjacent to SCP-4903 upon conclusion of the lockdown. - Hide Incident Log 9/9/10 Addendum 4903-D . + Regarding reclassification to Thaumiel - Access Granted RE: Reclassification of SCP-4903 The rationale for SCP-4903 being utilized in containment procedures for Keter-class SCPs largely boils down to two arguments… 1. SCP-4903-2 has been unable to escape the confines of SCP-4903-1 for over 44 years on our end and a virtual eternity on its end. 2. SCP-4903 may be placed within a containment chamber and simply be used as an additional layer of security for high-risk SCPs. Neither of these points accounts properly for the fact that we cannot say with certainty that SCP-4903-1 is inescapable. Disregarding the time dilation, the greatest feat we have seen of SCP-4903-1 is containment of a single human. Allowing any entity defined by an ability to escape confinement entry into SCP-4903-1 would be an inherent gamble. Additionally, anything that manages to escape SCP-4903-1 would become an obscenely powerful reality bender as a result of Hume field diffusion. I should not have to tell you how foolish that would be to facilitate in any way. Honestly, it's a miracle that there's only one person trapped in there, and that their attitude towards the Foundation is benign. Even if it were to work perfectly, we'd be condemning SCP-4903-2 to an eternity of whatever we've deemed too dangerous to deal with ourselves. I signed up knowing that I would have to sacrifice people for the greater good. I signed up knowing that these deaths could be gruesome. I did not sign up to send people to Hell. As such, proposals of containment using SCP-4903 have been denied. -Alexander Elmsway Footnotes 1. Observed as anywhere between fifty (50) to approximately twelve million (12,000,000). 2. All attempts to bypass this property through anomalous means or reality anchors have resulted in SCP-4903 becoming temporarily inert. 3. All termination attempts have been attempted with SCP-4903-2's consent and with Ethics Committee approval. 4. As a result of Project Timaeus, SCP-4903-2's knowledge of the existence of antimemetics is not considered a security breach, so long as the subject is unable to demonstrate any antimemetic effect. 5. The lifespan demonstrated by SCP-4903-2 means that use of mnestics would almost certainty result in a loss of sanity. 6. Stockfish 6, a commercially available chess engine which has an ELO rating of approximately 2800. 7. When asked about the leadership of the Foundation, SCP-4903-2 stated that it was "Probably an odd number between seven and fifteen people running the show, squirreled away from anything that displays even a hint of being anomalous." 8. Due to SCP-4903-2's abnormally high Hume level, two Scranton Reality Anchors were installed in the designated cell. 9. The post-incident report concluded that the reflective cord of SCP-4903 separated itself from the rest of the cable and attached itself to SCP-4903-2 before pulling the subject back into SCP-4903-1. This extension has been concluded to incorporate a mobile spacial anomaly to extend the range of retrieval from beyond twelve meters. 10. Researcher Elmsway turned his back towards the camera after his assurances to remember SCP-4903-2, making this last statement unverifiable. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4903" by CryonicAutumn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4903. 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-4904 | safe | SCP-4904-03 ("Sonic Adventure" version). Item #: SCP-4904 Special Containment Procedures: All seven instances of SCP-4904 are kept in a climate-controlled Safe-class storage locker at Site-15. Long-term tests (> 1 hour) of SCP-4904 instances should only be conducted on reinforced modified hardware to prevent disc deformation or explosion. Description: SCP-4904 is a set of modified GD-ROM ("Gigabyte Disc Read-Only-Memory") storage discs manufactured by Sega between the years 1997 and 1999. Each disc is visually indistinguishable from a non-anomalous GD-ROM save for a serial number identifying its origin as a batch of anti-piracy prototype discs created by Sega Japan's enigmatic "R&D-0" division during the height of the Console Wars. Though an estimated 60-100 such discs were known to have been made, only seven survive in the Foundation's possession, each containing a copy of a Sega game released in the late 1990s.1 Sample of SCP-4904-03 visuals at 00:00:00 of gameplay. When read, SCP-4904 instances cause the optical disc drive's reader to move in unpredictable ways, accessing disc data seemingly at random. Each game boots up as expected, but any action taken past the first loading screen causes the display to deteriorate into chaotic patterns within seconds. Sprites and assets blend into each other in asymmetrical chunks, maps recursively render onto other maps, and soundtracks transform within seconds into incessant, oscillating noise. These eventually stabilise into complex renderings of landscapes and figures wildly inconsistent with the content of the original games and computationally impossible for 1990s-era video-game hardware to render. Sample of SCP-4904-03 visuals at 01:02:23 of gameplay. According to Ken Matsuya, R&D-0's former lead hardware programmer, there were many difficulties implementing the discs' anti-piracy encryption measures — a nanometre-scale variable-depth pattern along the discs' grooves allowing for the encoding of proprietary checksums. While the experimental discs could be legibly read from start-to-finish by Sega hardware, diffraction-induced inaccuracies in accessing pointers caused roughly 95% of dereferenced locations to be read as pointers themselves. This resulted in the discs skipping erratically back and forth as the optical reader loaded and accessed disc segments recursively until failure. The result was unplayable. The encryption project was abandoned, and the prototype discs quietly destroyed. Seven of the double-grooved GD-ROM prototypes are known to have been preserved by Matsuya before their destruction. With the help of improvised Sega hardware, Matsuya spent the next 4 years trying to understand the cause behind the discs' erratic behaviour. Notebooks recovered from his apartment contain numerous sketches of the disc-generated visuals, depicting fractal combinations of landscape and figures seemingly drawn from places outside of the game data themselves, and stylised spinning discs in the shape of eyes. Sample of SCP-4904-03 visuals at 03:17:52 of gameplay. Matsuya was later found dead from cardiac arrest in his apartment in August 2003 with large portions of his brain stem and limbic system missing, despite the lack of evidence of any human or non-human intrusion. The strange visuals playing on his television screen at the time of his death led to the investigation of SCP-4904 as the possible cause of death, resulting in its subsequent classification and containment. No such effects have been observed in testing. Footnotes 1. Namely, Sonic Adventure, Sega Rally Championship 2, House of the Dead 2, Sega Bass Fishing, Godzilla Generations, Virtua Fighter 3tb, and an unreleased 3D rhythm game by the name of Eurhythmics. |
SCP-4905 | safe | 3/4905 LEVEL 3/4905 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4905 Safe Multiple battlesites of SCP-4905 Special Containment Procedures: Image recognition algorithms embedded within public and private research centers are to flag and forward any ongoing research relating to the lunar surface. MTF Rho-3 ("The Hills Have Eyes") has been assigned to analyze and quarantine any data and imagery related to SCP-4905 or its potential detection. Monthly site integrity surveys are to be carried out by Foundation research assets stationed at Lunar Area-32. Survey samples are to monitor for biogenic molecules and other complex organic compounds. In the event that biogenic particles should sample at a value greater than 1,000 parts per cm3 Lunar Area-32 is to target the areas of highest concentration and launch ancillary site warheads during a period of minimal lunar visibility. Description: SCP-4905 is the designation for a collection of battlefields centered around the Selenographic1 north pole of Earth's Moon. These sites relate to a mass conflict between humans culturally identifying as Vikings and an invasive insectoid species. Traces of SCP-4905 were first discovered in 1966 when photographs taken by lunar probes showed reflective metallic compounds visible from several major craters on the lunar surface. Information was successfully quarantined until such time as more detailed analysis could occur. Excavation and inventory took place between 1998 and 2002 after the Foundation presence at Lunar Area-32 had been established. The primary collection of cultural relics originated on Earth and is linked to several tribal clans of Northern Europe. Although DNA and other identifiable markers have been destroyed by cosmic radiation, a number of crafting techniques, artistic styles, and component materials have been correlated with the cultural composition of Oslo, Norway circa 1050 CE. Despite the apparent age of these relics, many of the objects were found to have been heavily modified using metallurgical techniques and other technological enhancements well beyond the scope and capabilities of their originating culture. The following is an incomplete manifest of heavily modified cultural artifacts recovered from the anomaly's constituent sites: 18 'Skeid'-class2 Viking longboats each measuring approximately 21 meters in length. Each boat had been fitted with multiple plates of a magnesium-silicon carbide and a posterior thruster array powered by indeterminate means. 2218 single-edged weapons similar in form to a bearded axe. The head of each axe is composed of a dense material containing Moscovium-2903 stabilized via unknown processes. Trace amounts of this material are shed in the course of use which undergoes rapid radioactive decay and inhibits platelet formation and cellular regeneration in wounds. Interlocking plates of lamellar armor composed primarily of beta titanium alloy and advanced carbon composites. SCP-4905-1 is the designation for a group of insectoid organisms of an indeterminate origin. While no completely intact specimens of SCP-4905-1 were recovered from a site survey, a number of partial specimens were salvaged and brought back to Lunar Area-32 for further study. Each of the partial specimens featured one or more embedded bearded axe style weapons lodged in either the center mass or the primary ganglia of the creature. Carcasses often bore multiple embedded weapons or showed wound patterns consistent with multiple lethal weapon strikes. There are three constituent sites composing SCP-4905 that are each geographically separate. Present at each of these sites is a cylindrical monolith made from an unidentified non-reactive metal. Standing at six meters in height, reconstructed portions of each cylinder feature relief carvings of Viking warriors wielding weapons and arrayed in combative poses or military formations. The middle band of each cylinder displays text carved in a runic language known as Young Futhark4. The purpose or intent of the text is unknown and is the subject of further study. The following is a description of each site and the associated monolith, as well as its initial translation. Further academic verification of the texts and carvings are still pending Information Security review. Site-1 - Mare Frigoris Site-2 - Mare Serenitatis Site-3 - Mare Crisium Site 4905.1: The conflicts around this outpost contain a large number of 'skirmish' style engagements. Insectoid forces include a number of smaller units deployed in compliment to larger drones in something resembling squad-based tactics. In comparison to the other sites, this battlefield features the fewest numbers of combatants and the most narrow variety of employed weapons and tactics. Fighting at this location was likely short, brutal, and based on the proportions of remains, soundly in favor of the Insectoids. Several specimens of SCP-4905-1 were recovered from Site 2 with numerous layers of regenerated exoskeletal matter. Larger specimens of SCP-4905-1 all possess axes, bladed weapons, or otherwise metallic implements lodged at various depths of their anatomy as the defenders iterated both tactics and response. Multiple instances of ocular-cortical implants were discovered among the Viking remains that suggest a level of cybernetic integration or augmentation. Tool marks present on bones and the position of tactile circuitry suggests the devices are intended for use with human physiology. It is speculated such a device may have been utilized to increase reaction time and the real-time processing of sensory information. Unfortunately, Foundation research has been unable to identify a power source compatible with this technology; Research into these augmentations is ongoing. Additional cybernetic devices discovered at this site include but are not limited to: Subdermal thoracic plates made of beta titanium alloy with attached gold diodes. Plates were anchored to sternum and diodes were distributed to various critical locations throughout the body. Forearm mounted bracer with liquid crystal display. The attached device appears intended to convey some level of information and is accompanied by devices analogous to a transceiver. A portion of those wearing the bracers had them anchored into the radius and ulna, possibly as a means of interfacing directly with nerve impulses. Cranially affixed ultra-compact rebreather. The majority of these devices attached via adjustable strap but many were anchored directly onto the jaw. The remains of Monolith-4905-1 are located in the approximate center of the crater and appears to have been destroyed as a result of the conflict at Site-1. Tool marks and scoring present in the debris suggests the destruction of this pillar may have been done intentionally by defending Viking forces. Reconstruction of the artifact yielded the following translation from the available text: 'Cattle die, kinsmen die you yourself die; One thing now that never dies the fame of a dead man’s deeds'.5 'So do we write to color the runes written against the stars stained with our blood.' 'O'er long summers we gather beckoned to Aegir's Hall. Tales for our grandchildren make for ancestor's pride.' Vanaheimr6 Site 4905.2: Taking place inside a shallow crater near the Lunar north pole, Insectoid forces approached Site-2 from Lunar West and penetrated deeply through Viking lines, which collapsed at the point of attack. Substantial amounts of ossified human remains line a wedge-shaped corridor and increase in frequency and density as the wedge nears the center of the crater. The largest concentration of remains, both Viking and Insectoid, are accumulated in a circular area surrounding the pillar. This location appears to be 'ground zero' for the detonation of a secondary anomalous event which took place during the previously mentioned battle. While the specific nature of this event is unknown, it appears to have resulted in the instantaneous ossification7 of all organic matter present in the crater and perhaps beyond. Due to the substantial degradation of remains and the wide scope of this battlefield, the true number of casualties is impossible to measure. The remains of Monolith-4905-2 are located near the ignition point of the aforementioned secondary anomalous event. While the anomalous properties of the detonation do not appear to have affected the materials in the monolith, the concussive force of the blast was sufficient to destroy the artifact where it stood. Partial reconstruction of the artifact yielded the following translation from the available text: 'Bones of our fathers bones of our sons bones of a brother fought and won.' 'Thus we dwelt three nights long battle did end by brother's hand Jaws of Fenris-wolf swallow all.' Útgarðr8 Site 4905.3: Located on an open field several kilometers outside the anomalous detonation-zone, this is the largest concentration of remains for both Viking and Insectoid forces. Objects on this battlefield center chiefly around a number of larger instances of SCP-4905-1 including one instance that measured nearly 54 meters in length, hereby designated SCP-4905-1-α. Substantial resources appear to have been invested in the escort of this largest instance deep into Viking territory, and a proportionate response was made in an attempt to halt its advance. Although the specifics logistics of the final battle are impossible to accurately recount, a significant number of the advanced weapons and personnel were located throughout the interior of SCP-4905-1-α and at various depths within its exoskeleton including within its mandible, thorax, abdomen, and primary ganglia. Apparent egress was gained by either entering through the spiracles9 or by exploitation of inflicted wounds. In addition to personnel, the shattered hulls of several Viking longboats also flanked the corridor. The bow of each ship had suffered a catastrophic breach with a splintering pattern consistent with high-speed impact. While the efficacy of these maneuvers is unknown, this is the only site in which such tactics were utilized. At the apparent conclusion of the battle, the advance of SCP-4905-1-α was halted along with the remaining mass of SCP-4905-1. A number of weapons, circular shields and other discarded implements of war were left on the lunar surface surrounding Monolith-4905-3 arrayed in a circular fashion. This behavior has presumably ritualistic or celebratory implications. Monolith-4905-3 is located at the center of the crater and in close proximity the remains of SCP-4905-1-α. Although this artifact was not destroyed as a result of the battle, the surface was defaced or stripped and an inscription was made at some time after original construction. The tool marks lack the precision demonstrated on the other monoliths and it is believed that this addition or alteration was impromptu. The translation reads as follows: 'Shoulder by shoulder Víkingr stand here we fought, here we bled til Angrboda quaked and ground drank her ichor.' 'Wreathed in rage her children swelled Resolve holds heavy our feet Valor holds strong our spears.' 'Lands of Mani washed clean by the shores of the river run with our blood. They are safe. Tomorrow comes Tomorrow comes.' Miðgarðr10 Footnotes 1. A system of latitude and longitude useful for mapping the moon. It features the same cardinal directions and system of degrees used when mapping Earth. 2. Skeid is loosely translated to a "slider" or "speeder", bearing similarities to a pirate cutter or other fast-moving raiding ship. 3. A synthetic element with an atomic number of 115 marked by the symbol Mc. Decays by alpha radiation with a half-life of 650ms. 4. On Earth, Young Furthark was completely supplanted by the Latin alphabet in the 1200's. 5. This passage appears in stanza #76 of the 'Gestapattr' verse of the Edda Poetica 6. The Old Norse name for Vanaheim: The Home of the Vanir. 7. The process of bone tissue formation, or the conversion of existing matter into bone. 8. The Old Norse name for Jotunheim: The World Of Giants. 9. External openings on many insects usually leading to respiratory organs. 10. The Norse name for Midgard: The World of Man. |
SCP-4906 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4906 Special Containment Procedures: Current Foundation resources are directed towards preventing a recurrence of Event-4906-Юг. Foundation Site-4906, located on Yuzhny Island, Russian Federation, powers a solenoid of magnetic flux density 1.072 tesla to augment the magnetic flux density of SCP-4906-North. Should Event-4906-Юг recur, Mobile Task Force Sigma-58 "Turkey Shooters" shall reverse the polarity of Site-4906's solenoid in order to trigger Event-4906-北. Once Event-4906-北 is complete, MTF Sigma-58 shall return Site-4906 to normal operation. Description: SCP-4906 consists of three parts: SCP-4906-Omicron, an anomalous organism; and SCP-4906-North and SCP-4906-South, a pair of magnetic anomalies. Current understanding is SCP-4906-Omicron keeps the anomalous properties of SCP-4906-North and SCP-4906-South localized to a radius of 50.37m. Prior to containment, SCP-4906-Omicron performs regular migrations between SCP-4906-North and SCP-4906-South. These migrations are designated Event-4906-Юг and Event-4906-北, and are related to the weakening of the magnetic flux density of SCP-4906-North and SCP-4906-South. SCP-4906-Omicron appears to be a Megaptera novaeangliae (humpback whale) specimen, 70158.7 m in length from nose to tail. SCP-4906-Omicron is currently submerged and completely inert. Biopsies of SCP-4906-Omicron has yielded DNA of two species, Megaptera novaeangliae (humpback whale) and Falco amurensis (Amur falcon). SCP-4906-North and SCP-4906-South are a pair of geomagnetic anomalies which form a dipole with an estimated magnetic flux density of 2.317 tesla (about 36,000 to 93,000 times the strength of Earth's magnetic field). Through an unknown mechanism, SCP-4906-Omicron has limited the anomalies' effect to a radius of 50.37m. The rapid ionization of seawater from SCP-4906-North and SCP-4906-South's magnetic forces creates severe weather patterns in their respective areas. SCP-4906-North is located at 74.311, 50.074, at a depth of 47.13 km which is a point in the Barents Sea, and is located 150.00 km away from the shore of Yuzhny Island, Russian Federation. SCP-4906-South is located at 24.435, 133.191, at a depth of 47.13 km which is a point in the Philippine Sea, and is not located within 250 km of any significant landmass. Event-4906-Юг triggers when storms with wind speed exceeding 131 km/h approach SCP-4906-North. SCP-4906-North's magnetic flux density will drop to 1.246 tesla over a period of 52 minutes. Simultaneously, SCP-4906-Omicron transforms into what appears to be a large specimen of the Falco genus (falcon), growing large wings as its fins reshape into legs and claws, and its skin begins to grow metallic, dart-like feathers. The wingspan has been estimated to be in excess of 70km. After SCP-4906-Omicron transforms, the Barents Sea cavitates at the location of SCP-4906-North, rapidly forming walls of water that are over 100 km in length. SCP-4906-Omicron would then take flight and rise to an orbit of 3000 km from sea level. It then follows the orthodromic path to the location of SCP-4906-South. SCP-4906-Omicron sends regular pulses in the Earth's magnetic field while in flight. The meanings of these pulses, if any, are unknown. SCP-4906-Omicron returns to its original form once completely submerged in seawater. The entire process takes about 93 days. Notably, occurrences of Event-4906-Юг are tied to significant Foundation losses within the Soviet Union. There is currently insufficient evidence on causality between the events and the losses.1 Event-4906-北 occurs in the same manner as Event-4906-Юг, but with the origin being SCP-4906-South and the destination being SCP-4906-North. Occurrences of Event-4906-北 are tied to significant Foundation losses within the United States. Event Log 4906 Event Юг Date June 1st, 1938 Description Foundation researchers inadvertently witnessed the event while conducting a routine expedition to the North Pole. Loss Date June 13th, 1938 Loss Level 4 Agent Genrikh Lyushkov2 defected to the Japanese Empire. Casualties 1 Foundation casualty, 76,928 non-Foundation casualties3 Notes and Documents Interview Log-4906-Юг-1945 Date: August 20th, 1945 Location: Imperial Japanese Intelligence Office, Dalian, China Subject: Defector Genrikh Lyushkov Interviewer: Takeoka Yutaka, Level 2 Agent4 Lyushov: Gentlemen, I understand what you're here for. Takeoka: Genrikh, please have a seat. Lyushkov: I can still be of service if you allow me to go to America. Takeoka: Please leave us, [IJA Soldier], I would like to talk to General Lyushkov personally. [IJA Soldier]: Yes, sir. Takeoka: Genrikh, I can get you to America if you answer some questions, but you absolutely must tell the truth. Lyushkov: I will. Takeoka: Why did you betray us? Lyushkov: I never betrayed the Empire! I warned Tsuji… Takeoka: I'm not talking about Nomonhan5. Why did you defect from the Foundation? Lyushkov: The Foundation?! You work for them?! Where was the Foundation when I was already one foot in the grave?! Stalin was going to… Oh God, are you going to… Takeoka: That depends on your level of cooperation. My offer to bring you to America is still on the table if you answer my questions. When did you decide to defect, and why that day? Lyushkov: I… I still remember that feeling from that day. The first of the month. I woke up and just knew Stalin will liquidate me next. I tried contacting the Foundation but none of the usual channels were usable. Lyushkov: I gave up after 12 days. I fled my post. I never told the Japanese anything! Takeoka: Did you notice anything else? Lyushkov: Only strange lights. Auroras. They usually didn't show in Karbarovsk, you see. Takeoka: Thank you. (Note: Agent Takeoka terminated Defector Lyushkov after the interview.) Event 北 Date December 17th, 1944 Description The Foundation did not directly witness this event. Loss Date December 17th, 1944 Loss An intense tropical storm "Cobra", originating from SCP-4906-South, struck the United States Third Fleet, sinking three destroyers. Level 3 Agent Floyd Garrett, Jr.6 went down with his ship. Casualties 1 Foundation casualty, 775 non-Foundation casualties. Notes and Documents The Foundation determined where "Cobra" originated in 1948. Level 4 Researcher Julia Pavlov ordered Site-4906 be built to study SCP-4906-Omicron after confirming its return to SCP-4906-North in 1948. Event Юг Date August 1st, 1958 Description Site-4906 observed this event. Loss Date August 15th, 1958 Loss Level 4 Agent Rasskazov Vladislavovich and Level 3 Agents Nikolai Uvarov and Sergei Apanasenko were killed in the Aeroflot Flight-4 crash. Casualties 3 Foundation casualties, 61 non-Foundation casualties. Notes and Documents SCP-2908, being transported on board, was recovered after 36 days. Event 北 Date February 22nd, 1960 Description Foundation Researchers witnessed this event while transiting to Iwo Jima. Loss Date May 1st, 1960 Loss Level 2 Agent Francis Powers7 went down with his aircraft over the Soviet Union. Casualties 1 Foundation casualty. Notes and Documents Debriefing Log-4906-北-1960 Date: December 11th, 1960 Location: Vladimir Central Prison Subject: Level 2 Agent Francis Powers Debriefer: Level 2 Agent Iosif Vladovich8 Vladovich: I trust everything is well, Mr. Powers? Powers: As well as it could be in this dump. Have you tried imprisonment? You might like it. What do you want? I thought that trial [Agent Powers makes the "air quotes" gesture] was the end of it. Vladovich: The Bolsheviks might have had enough of you, but we have more questions. Powers: And who's we? Vladovich: The people who you really work for. Powers: Should I scream for help that there's a CIA agent here? Vladovich: If you want to get out of here alive and as fast as possible, you will not do that. We can do this tango all day but I will cut to the point. The Foundation wants to know why your plane crashed. Powers: What Foundation? [Agent Vladovich throws Agent Powers a challenge coin.] Powers: I didn't get your name, Agent…? Vladovich: Vladovich, Level 2, MTF-Sigma 58. We want to know what happened to your plane. Powers: I honestly can't tell you. One minute I was flying fine and then my instruments all went haywire. My compass was spinning like a ceiling fan. I lost control shortly afterwards. Vladovich: Do you remember anything else of significance? Powers: That the auroras were particularly striking that day. (Note: Agent Powers was repatriated in a prisoner exchange to the United States on February 8th, 1961, and resigned from the Foundation shortly after.) Event Юг Date October 21st, 1961 Description Site-4906 observed this event. Loss Date November 1st, 1961 Loss The Soviet Union tested its 50-megaton device "Tsar Bomba", destroying Site-4906. Casualties 2,113 Foundation casualties Notes and Documents Level 3 Researcher Robert Coombs linked SCP-4906-North's loss of magnetic flux density to the recurrence of Event-4906-Юг from data retrieved from this event. O5 council ordered Site-4906 to be rebuilt in its current configuration on August 5th, 1963, after the Soviet Union signed the Partial Nuclear Test Ban Treaty. Event 北 Date June 22nd, 1983 Description Foundation Satellite-77 recorded this event. Loss Date September 1st, 1983 Loss Foundation Asset Larry McDonald9 was killed in the KAL-007 Disaster. Casualties 1 Foundation casualty, 298 non-Foundation casualties. Notes and Documents KAL-007 and its crew exhibited intense symptoms of magnetic interference prior to the disaster. Event Юг (Interrupted) Date September 25th, 1983 Description The reconstructed Site-4906 activated. SCP-4906-Omicron went into transformation but failed to take off. Containment was declared successful. Loss Date N/A Loss N/A Casualties N/A Notes and Documents Incident Report-4906-Юг-1983 Date: September 25th, 1983 Location: Site-4906 Time Zone: Moscow Standard Time (GMT+3) 20:38: Site-4906 solenoid begins initial self-testing. 21:44: Site-4906 solenoid completes initial self-testing. Power input set to 500,000W. 21:55: A cyclone forms around SCP-4906-North with wind speed 30 km/h. 21:57: Power input set to 750,000W. 22:01: Cyclone wind speed increased to 44 km/h 22:49: Power input set to 1.5 MW. 22:55: Cyclone wind speed increased to 88 km/h 23:11: Power input set to 20 MW (Standard Operational Power Input). 23:22: Cyclone wind speed increased to 132 km/h. Event-4906-Юг warning issued. 23:32: SCP-4906-North magnetic flux density drops to 1.926 teslas (overall magnetic flux density at 2.998 teslas). SCP-4906-Omicron transformation begins. 23:55: SCP-4906-North magnetic flux density drops to 1.773 teslas (overall magnetic flux density at 2.845 teslas). SCP-4906-Omicron now in falcon shape. 00:14 (9/26): SCP-4906-North magnetic flux density drops to 1.246 teslas (overall magnetic flux density at 2.318 teslas). SCP-4906-Omicron completed transformation. 00:29 (9/26): SCP-4906-Omicron 15 minutes late for takeoff. Soviet "Oko" nuclear attack warning intercepted by Site-4906. 00:39 (9/26): SCP-4906-North magnetic flux density increases to 1.374 teslas (overall magnetic flux density at 2.446 teslas). SCP-4906-Omicron begins reverse transformation. 01:29 (9/26): SCP-4906-North magnetic flux density now normal. SCP-4906-Omicron reverse transformation complete. Containment declared successful. (Note: The Soviet nuclear warning was resolved as a false alarm.) [+] Document-SCP-4906-Addendum [-] Document-SCP-4906-Addendum Selected Quote from the Zhuangzi (c. 300 BC), believed to be describing SCP-4906-Omicron. "In the North Sea, there is a fish named Kun. The Kun's body was massive; who knows how many thousands of miles its length is? It can transform into a great bird, which is named Peng. The Peng's back was expansive; who knows how many thousands of miles its width is? When it flew to the heavens, its wings were as great as the clouds hanging in the sky. That bird we spoke of will be able to migrate to the South Sea when the seas begin to rouse. Where is the South Sea? It is the Heavenly Lake." "There is a book named Universal Harmony, which recorded all the fantastical things in the world. It has such a passage: "The Peng migrated to the South Sea, its wings stroke waves three thousand miles wide. With those wings it rose to ninety thousand miles high, riding on the sixth month gale." Footnotes 1. Level 3 Researcher Robert Coombs objected to the validity of this relationship, claiming SCP-4906 is a creature the ancient Chinese called Peng. See Document-SCP-4906-Addendum. 2. Cover Position: Commissioner of State Security 3rd Class, Far Eastern Commander of the NKVD 3. The Battle of Lake Khasan and the Battles of Khalkhin Gol were direct consequences of his defection. 4. Cover Position: Captain, IJA Kantougun Dalian Intelligence Office Chief 5. Japanese name for the Battles of Khalkhin Gol 6. Cover Position: Lieutenant Commander, Captain of USS Monaghan (DD-354) 7. Cover Position: CIA GS-12, U2 Pilot 8. Cover Position: Lieutenant, Prison Warden 9. Cover Position: Congressman of Georgia-07 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4906" by AKFrost, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4906. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-4907 | safe | All instances of SCP-4907 prior to their containment. Item #: SCP-4907 Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-4907 are to be stored within standard containment lockers. Any and all Foundation personnel may request to be exposed to an instance of SCP-4907 for personal reasons or otherwise. Description: SCP-4907 is the collective designation for three ceramic lawn gnomes. Physically, all instances of SCP-4907 are identical to non-anomalous lawn gnomes. SCP-4907's anomalous effects occur after a sapient subject has been within five meters of at least one SCP-4907 instance for at least ten minutes. After the subject leaves the proximity of the SCP-4907 instance, a single folded piece of paper will appear in a location related to the subject, typically their pocket, desk, or some other location the subject checks frequently. Written on the paper will be a single Shakespearean-style sonnet about the subject, describing them in a matter that the subject would find flattering. SCP-4907 instances show a certain level of omniscience in regards to exposed subjects, and often incorporate certain specific details about subjects' lives in each poem. Each poem to date is unique, and there is currently no known limit to the amount of poems a single subject may receive if exposed to an SCP-4907 instance repeatedly. Subjects who read poems created by an SCP-4907 instance will typically report feeling happier, more confident, and less stressed about personal problems. Whether this effect is anomalous or otherwise is inconclusive. Below is a list of example poems gathered from experiments with SCP-4907 instances. Recipient: Researcher Harold Barnaby So brilliant, majestic, Barnaby His intellect can never quite be matched So many men wish that they could be he Adoring fans they cling, they are attached. His genius mind, his excellent rapport Quite humble 'bout it all, he's quite the man His only care is goodness, he adores The idea of doing what he can. This modern hero, mythical and wise Oh Doctor Harold Barnaby, it's true There is no man with brain or heart your size Not one person on Earth as great as you. Though some things were embellished several ways You honestly deserve to hear some praise. Recipient: Francis Paloma, Site-22 Janitor When poppa comes on home, everyone Will squeal with glee their daddy's finally here Three growing girls, one tiny baby son And certainly his loving wife will cheer. In tiredness, good poppa still does play With dolls and cars and other fancy toys He always makes good time for every day If forced to choose, family is his choice. Now fifteen years a happy married man His wife is luckier than she will know He cries knowing no moment sweeter than The day they married, seems not long ago. Though dangerous your job may seem to be You'll always have your loving family. Recipient: D-39985 There ain't no walls that keep this fire down! There ain't no ceiling stifling her fight! There ain't no nails sticking her to the ground! There ain't no way she'll never see the light! A warrior, a true and righteous lass! Her blood boils over, anxious to be free! Her kicks are strong, and she will kick your ass! The time will come when she'll rule SCP! To be the best? She's already got that. To challenge her would be the plight of fools. Ain't no one better than this coolest cat! Patricia reigns! Patricia Walters rules! Don't give up hope, just keep your fight alive Cooperate for now and you'll survive. Note: Despite the message endorsing D-39985 to forcefully break free of her confinement, she has since been significantly more cooperative and docile compared to before exposure to the SCP-4907 instance. Addendum: During an experiment regarding repeated exposure to SCP-4907 instances, the following note manifested in place of the standard Shakespearean sonnet. Recipient: Researcher Leo Holt Please don't die tonight. We know that this is breaking character, but we couldn't just hold this in. You've been looking for a sign for what to do. Consider this your sign. After reading the note, Researcher Holt immediately left the Site-22 premises and did not return for the day. He returned the day after. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4907" by OthellotheCat, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4907. 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: Gnomed.png Name: Saint-Aubin-Château-Neuf-FR-89-gnome horticole-15 Author: François GOGLINS License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4908 | safe | SCP-4908. Item #: SCP-4908 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4908 may be used for testing by researchers Level 3-4908 or above. Additionally, it has been approved for use on a case-by-case basis on Foundation personnel. Said personnel must meet the activation criteria and have psychological trauma untreatable via traditional psychiatric or psychological methods. Such uses must be reviewed and approved by the Medical Director of Site-316 and two independent Foundation psychiatrists uninvolved in the patient's treatment. When not in use, it is to remain in the Safe-class Containment Unit at Site-316. Description: SCP-4908 is an Oculus Rift Virtual Reality System headset and associated controller. In terms of standard function and connectivity, it appears to be non-anomalous in all conducted tests. Its anomalous properties activate when it is placed on a human subject meeting two specific criteria. Namely, the subject must: Be above the age of 18 Bear responsibility, or feel as though they bear responsibility, for the death of another human (or humans) (designated SCP-4908-1 for the sake of reference) Subjects meeting this criteria, after donning the headset, will view a title card for a video game called Story of my Life, followed by a menu with three options: Play, Options, and Re-Do. Only the Play button is functional. Upon selecting this option using the controller, different outcomes will occur, depending on whether the subject is or is not responsible for the death of an SCP-4908-1 instance. Regardless of the outcome, the sequence of events will last several seconds, during which both the headset and the subject themselves are immobilized by an undetectable force. Upon completion of the sequence, the subject will then be able to remove the headset. If they bear direct responsibility for the death of an SCP-4908-1 instance, the following will occur: From the subject's perspective, they will suddenly be inhabiting the body of their past self, exactly 24 hours prior to SCP-4908-1's death. They are largely free to act as they wish, except that they are incapable of killing SCP-4908-1. In all cases of a subject attempting to kill SCP-4908-1, a variety of circumstances, ranging from probabilistic anomalies to XK-Class Scenarios to the subject entering into sudden cardiac arrest, will prevent SCP-4908-1's death at the subject's hands. In all cases, the subject will play out the remainder of a life from the starting point until the subject's death. Upon their death, a black screen will appear with the option Try Again? highlighted. In all cases, if the person does not choose within 30 seconds, the button will depress as if selected, and the person will again be transported to the moment 24 hours prior to SCP-4908-1's death. This sequence will repeat itself for an indeterminate number of times, differing from subject to subject. After an unknown set of criteria are met, the post-death screen will include the options Try Again? and I Understand Now. Unlike with prior instances, the choice will not automatically be selected after 30 seconds. Upon selection of the second option, subjects will regain consciousness and be able to remove the headset. If they do not bear responsibility for the death of an SCP-4908-1 instance, but feel as though they bear responsibility, the following will occur: From the subject's perspective, they will suddenly be inhabiting the body of their past self, exactly 24 hours prior to SCP-4908-1's death. They are able to act as they wish, but in every sequence generated, SCP-4908-1 will die either via the original cause of death, or within a 7-day period of the original death. If the SCP-4908-1 instance does not experience the original cause of death, a number of different scenarios will play out, inevitably resulting in SCP-4908-1's death. Scenarios have ranged from various K-Class scenarios to more mundane mechanisms, such as a fatal fall down a staircase. After the death of SCP-4908-1, the subject will continue until their own death, upon which they will experience the Try Again? screen. As with the other outcome, subjects are forced to select the Try Again? option. This sequence will repeat itself for an indeterminate number of times, differing from subject to subject. After an unknown set of criteria are met, the post-death screen will include the options Try Again? and I Understand Now. As in the first scenario, the choice will not automatically be selected after 30 seconds. Upon selection of the second option, subjects will regain consciousness and be able to remove the headset. Abbreviated Testing Log: Subject: D-571283 Criteria Met: 19 year old male. Responsible for the murder of an adolescent boy, █████ ██████, by strangulation. Length of Test (Reported/estimated instance count): 1 second (37 instances) Results: Subject wept for roughly 10 minutes and repeatedly spoke the phrases, "I'm so sorry, █████," "I can never make this right," and "I wish I could change it." After being returned to his cell, he asked for painting supplies. Despite no prior art knowledge, the subject displayed proficiency with several styles, notably including the cognitohazardous works of anartist and POI-432 ████████.1 Three months after testing, he volunteered for exploration of a Keter-class spatial anomaly and was fatally injured by its inhabitants. Subject: D-098172 Criteria Met: 28 year old male. Feels responsible for the death of his younger sister. Questioning revealed that he introduced her to codeine syrup during their adolescence, later leading to an opioid addiction and fatal overdose three years prior to his arrest. Length of Test (Reported/estimated instance count): 8 seconds (Est. 750 instances) Results: Subject sat on the floor and cried for approximately 2 minutes, before then hugging Researcher Rigaud, present in the room, and thanking him for the experience. Pre-test psychological evaluations indicated the subject suffered from symptoms broadly matching PTSD, triggered by thoughts of his sister. Post-test, the subject reported feeling contentment and "at ease" regarding his sister's death, having attained an understanding of her ultimate responsibility for her own actions, as well as his part in having enabled her. Psychiatrist notes indicate that the subject has dissociated himself from a sense of responsibility for her death. Subject: D-481712 Criteria Met: 32 year old male. Responsible for the stalking and serial murders of several collegiate females at ██████████ University. Recruited by the Foundation for the purpose of testing SCP-4908 on sociopathic individuals.2 Length of Test (Reported/estimated instance count): 3 minutes (Est. 45,000+ instances) Results: At 1 minute 37 seconds, EEG3 recordings displayed significantly elevated electrical activity. At 2 minutes 19 seconds, the subject began seizing and fell to the floor.4 At 3 minutes, SCP-4908 suddenly fell off the subject's head. EEG recordings recorded a total cessation of electrical activity, and the subject was pronounced dead at the scene. Subject: D-243817 Criteria Met: 38 year old male. Responsible for the 2019 bombing of a Sunni mosque in ██████████, Afghanistan, resulting in 23 fatalities and 57 injuries. Rendered by the FBI Unusual Incidents Unit into Foundation custody to test SCP-4908's effects on a person responsible for a mass casualty scenario. Length of Test (Reported/estimated instance count): 21 seconds (Est. 4,720 instances) Results: Subject asked researchers present which way faced eastward, and upon their reply, knelt and prayed silently for approximately 7 minutes before standing again. Prior to testing, he was hostile and non-cooperative towards CIA, FBI UIU, and Foundation personnel during transfer and holding. After the experience, he described a newfound interest in aiding the Foundation's mission of protecting humanity, and psychological evaluations indicate he has been deradicalized. He has since been fully cooperative with the Foundation, using his knowledge of and connections to Islamist extremist groups to assist the Foundation in neutralizing GOIs -███ and -███ and recovering SCP-████. Subject: Dr. █████████ Criteria Met: 49 year old male, Level 3-████ researcher and Foundation physician. Feels responsible for the death of his 15 year old daughter. One year prior to testing, she ruptured her appendix — due to the presence of an extensively drug-resistant strain of S.aureus, last-line antibiotics were ineffective, and she rapidly entered into septic shock and died before Dr. █████████'s emergency petition for use of SCP-427's curative properties could be reviewed and approved. Length of Test (Reported/estimated instance count): 2 seconds (89 instances) Results: Dr. █████████ reported complete resolution of his symptoms of psychological trauma. Prior to testing, he had expressed feeling guilt and culpability for his daughter's death, noting that he had neglected his family in search of a promotion, and had recently declined a research position with the SCP-427 team that would have allowed him to authorize emergency uses. Post-test counseling sessions indicate that he no longer views his self-described failures as a father and as a researcher as the ultimate cause of his daughter's death. An application for use of SCP-4908 on Dr. █████████'s wife, who he indicates is suffering from similar trauma, is pending approval. Subject: D-987124 Criteria Met: 25 year old female. Responsible for the deaths of a family of four, including two children ages 5 and 7, due to a head-on collision caused by driving while intoxicated. Length of Test (Reported/estimated instance count): 4 seconds (218 instances) Results: The subject immediately entered cardiac arrest after removal of SCP-4908, believed to be due to stress-induced cardiomyopathy. Despite personnel's best efforts at resuscitation, the subject suffered severe brain damage and required mechanical ventilation support to sustain their life. Apart from instances of spontaneous crying, no signs of neural function were noted, and subject was terminated two weeks later. Footnotes 1. Further investigation into skill acquisition during testing, and particularly acquisition of anomalous abilities, is ongoing. D-571283 was able to provide additional information on POI-432 based on his lives lived during testing, leading to the capture of several other anartist associates and the near-capture of POI-432 during an operation in Medellin, Colombia. All future test subjects who display newfound knowledge of anomalies are to be thoroughly debriefed. 2. The subject met virtually all the DSM-5 criteria for Antisocial Personality Disorder in a psychological examination prior to SCP-4908 testing. 3. Electroencephalogram, an electrophysiological monitoring method to record electrical activity of the brain. Due to the requirement for SCP-4908 to physically be present on the subject's head, fMRI testing could not be used. 4. This is currently the only known exception to the subject and headset being immobilized for the duration of the test. |
SCP-4909 | keter | Section of SCP-4909. Photo taken during Expedition Sutra-2. Item#: SCP-4909 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Ships SCPS-0215 and SCPS-0216 are to patrol a 2 km² circular area of sea at coordinates ██° ██′ ██″ N ██° ██′ ██″ E. All civilian ships approaching the area are to be redirected using the cover story of an unstable volcanic vent currently being researched. Any bubbles breaking the surface of the water are to be explained as coming from the vent. Onboard observational equipment is to maintain constant surveillance of SCP-4909. Any deviations recorded must be reported to Dr. Roberts. Due to risk of personnel loss and the cost of armed deep-sea vehicles, expeditions to SCP-4909 require the approval of at least two (2) Level 4 staff. Requests from staff to retrieve SCP-4909-2 samples from SCP-4909 for experimental or personal use are to be unequivocally denied. Description: SCP-4909 constitutes an anomalous space, 1.14 km² in area, located on the seabed of the Indian Ocean, 53 kilometers from the southern coast of Sri Lanka. The area is bordered by and consists largely of unusually large specimens of kelp, the majority of which are unnaturally-colored. Hues of yellow, pink, red, and violet are the most common, though the colors seem to “regress” to standard coloration the further one moves away from the center of the area. SCP-4909 is currently home to two anomalous objects, designated SCP-4909-1 and SCP-4909-3, as well as an estimated ██ humans. Within SCP-4909, living organisms requiring oxygen are able to breathe normally, provided the entire mass of their bodies remains below the canopy of kelp. This is done by anomalously changing the subject’s respiratory system, allowing the subject to inhale water, extract the oxygen from the water molecules inhaled, and exhale hydrogen, manifesting as bubbles underwater. How this process accounts for the mineral contents of salt water is currently unknown. The possibility of this process disproportionately affecting the hydrogen levels in Earth’s atmosphere should be of primary concern to research staff assigned to SCP-4909. SCP-4909-1 is an entity resembling a common octopus (Octopus vulgaris), estimated to be 5 meters in height with varying tentacle lengths, ranging from around 2 meters to 6 meters, though the entity has been known to be able to extend these tentacles to lengths of over 2 kilometers when provoked. It has enhanced camouflaging capabilities, which it typically uses to exhibit a wide variety of colors, often those present in SCP-4909’s kelp. It is sapient, though unintelligent, and can communicate telepathically, with witnesses to this ability reporting hearing it speak English, with a thick British accent. SCP-4909-1 has so far shown an apparent inability to excrete ink, but instead constantly excretes a translucent-yellow liquid substance, slightly heavier than water, designated SCP-4909-2. SCP-4909-1 believes it is the benevolent guardian of SCP-4909. It is willing and eager to provide assistance to individuals occupying SCP-4909, at their request. This has been known to take the form of transportation, cleaning, assistance with toileting, using its camouflage to project color patterns for entertainment, providing sexual favors, and using its tentacles to kill fish and other sea life and use them in “puppet shows.” If outside forces attempt to remove an individual from SCP-4909, SCP-4909-1 will react violently, using its tentacles to lash and constrict the force(s) responsible until they are neutralized or relinquish the individual. During this attack, SCP-4909-1 will broadcast multiple telepathic messages to all individuals within a wide area, which rapidly leads to migraine headaches and confusion.1 Individuals already residing in SCP-4909 have not been known to leave of their own volition, presumably due to both the certainty of drowning outside SCP-4909, as well as the effects of SCP-4909-2. SCP-4909-1 seems to bring individuals to SCP-4909, although the means by which it does so has yet to be observed, as the number of individuals inhabiting SCP-4909 has not increased since entering Foundation custody. The majority of individuals observed to inhabit SCP-4909 belong to ethnic groups present in various countries bordering the Indian Ocean. Chemical structure of SCP-4909-2. Non-redacted version available in Document #4909-2-1. SCP-4909-2 acts as a potent sedative and antidepressant, as well as a source of essential nutrients capable of sustaining every nutritional requirement of human physiology. It is non-toxic and can be ingested in large quantities without any observable detrimental effects. The ingestion of SCP-4909-2 by SCP-4909 inhabitants is believed to explain the lack of SCP-4909-2 pollution in the surrounding ocean. Further documentation regarding SCP-4909-2’s properties can be found in Document #4909-2-1 (Level 4 clearance required). Individuals exposed to SCP-4909-2 enter a euphoric, often lethargic state. Various chemical treatments, including [REDACTED] have been successful in alleviating the effects of SCP-4909-2 on individuals retrieved from SCP-4909, though symptoms of depression have followed in █ of the █ cases recorded to date. SCP-4909-3 is an object resembling a submarine, located within a cavern near the western border of SCP-4909. Its dimensions are roughly 5.5m x 2.5m x 3m. It is colored yellow and white, and does not resemble any currently-existing submarine design, as its hull appears to be made of a single mass, with no seams of any kind. It is made of a material similar to steel, but appears to be indestructible. Sounds of raucous laughter and noises similar to those made by deep-sea vehicles can be faintly heard from within its hull. SCP-4909-1 claims to have no knowledge of SCP-4909-3 outside of its existence. SCP-4909-3 has not been observed to move from its position within the cavern. Interview #4909-1: The following interview was obtained from █████ █████, the first individual successfully retrieved from SCP-4909, shortly after being taken to SCPS-0215’s medical bay. Dialogue translated to English from Hindi. <Begin Log: ██/██/20██, 1:12 PM> Agent Nandasiri: “She’s okay enough, right, doctor? I want to record this for the files.” [Sounds of violent struggle and metallic clanging] Dr. Roberts: “Yes, just be quick about it, [Unintelligible] we’ll have to put her under soon.” █████: “Bastards! Take me back! Take me back!” Agent Nandasiri: “Can you please tell us about that place? The one we just rescued you from?” █████: “You didn’t goddamn rescue me, you motherfucking [Unintelligible] Why can’t you take me back?” Agent Nandasiri: “We suspect you were being held captive by that entity, the octopus. What can you tell us about the octopus?” █████: “I wasn’t a captive! It kept us happy and safe! Can’t you take me back where I came from?!” Dr. Roberts: “██████, I have to put her under.” █████: [EXTRANEOUS DIALOGUE EXPUNGED] <End Log: ██/██/20██, 1:13 PM> Addendum: After a successful [REDACTED] regimen, █████ entered a stable mental state and was able to cooperate with questioning. Following a period of observation of SCP-4909-2’s effects, she was administered amnestics and released. Report #1485-████ to Site-68 Director ███████: Name: Dr. Julian ████ Date: ██/██/20██ Assignment: SCP-1485 (London area) Reporting: Non-standard inconsistency between SCP-1485 and Baseline I’ve only been assigned here for a week and I’ve already noticed a glaring inconsistency in SCP-1485’s version of Earth. SCP-1485 has innumerable records of an influential 60’s rock band called The Beatles. A good 90% of SCP-1485 inhabitants I’ve interviewed are familiar with the name. Out of curiosity, I asked Dr. █████ in 1485’s Moscow to do similar interviews and even he reported a significant number of confirmations. How the hell is it possible that we’ve known about this place for [REDACTED] years and never noticed this? Following Dr. ████’s report, it was discovered that there is no evidence of The Beatles in Baseline Earth. No records of band members P███ M████████, J███ L█████, G█████ H███████, or R██████ S██████ exist, although normal records exist for each of their parents and spouses, as well as other miscellaneous individuals associated with the band, such as B████ E██████, G█████ M█████, and G████ E██████. Musical innovations attributed to The Beatles in SCP-1485 are instead attributed to various other artists from the 60’s and 70’s, including [REDACTED]. Further research revealed that SCP-4909 and SCP-4909-3 bear a beyond-coincidental similarity to lyrics contained in The Beatles' songs “Octopus’s Garden” and “Yellow Submarine,” respectively.2 —ATTENTION: The document you are reading is OUTDATED. Please refresh to view updates.— + Refresh Page - Page Refreshed Item#: SCP-4909 Special Containment Procedures: Research is ongoing regarding the extent of SCP-4909’s effects. Mobile Task Force MTF Omega-9 (“Lonely Hearts Club”) has been organized to attempt to locate SCP-4909 or its point of origin. Use of experimental portable Scranton Reality Gauges has been approved. Scranton Reality Anchors have been erected around Site-68’s documentation storage. Regular checks must be made to both said documentation and SCP-1485’s historical record to determine if a deviation in Baseline reality from SCP-1485 occurs. In this case, global efforts must be made to ascertain the location(s) of any new anomalies. Description: SCP-4909 is a phenomenon by which concepts, historical events, and/or people (most especially ones prominent in popular culture) are retroactively removed from the current timeline and “converted” into anomalous objects/phenomenon. It is believed that the historical restructuring caused by SCP-4909 will make it so these objects have existed, possibly already in containment, for any given amount of time. The nature of SCP-4909 is unknown, though evidence suggests that a Reshef-Class reality bender is most likely responsible. This entity is most likely unaware of the Foundation or its assets, given the Foundation’s continued existence. In the event that a reality bender fitting this description is not found by ██/██/████, and SCP-4909 persists, the O5 Council has approved the use of extreme measures to mitigate SCP-4909’s effects, including [REDACTED]. I understand this is an atypical criticism of anyone with as many years in the Foundation as me, but is it not possible we’re overreacting here? What if this whole thing is the one anomaly in SCP-1485? What if SCPs that exist in our world have an extremely small chance of retroactively becoming pop culture in 1485? Why assume it’s the opposite? -Dr. ███████ If we assumed the nicer and more comforting possibility every time we had something we didn’t understand, we wouldn’t be the SCP Foundation and Baseline probably wouldn’t exist right now. The procedures stand. -O5-█ Document #4909-1: The following anomalous items have been determined to be results of SCP-4909, using SCP-1485 as a means of identification: SCP-███ SCP-███ SCP-███ SCP-███ SCP-███ SCP-███ SCP-████ SCP-████ (Formerly SCP-4909) SCP-4930 SCP-████ SCP-████ SCP-████ SCP-████ SCP-████ SCP-████ Footnotes 1. The contents of said messages often prove difficult to recall due to their overlap, though numerous affected staff have testified hearing the phrase, “Why would you want to leave?” 2. Research also revealed that item designation SCP-043 was unassigned, with no member of staff able to explain why this number has not been used. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4909" by 3FacedJanus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4909. 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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