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SCP-4910 | keter | SCP-4910: The Grinner Author: S D Locke My, what big teeth we'll have… Other works by S D Locke! SCPs S. D. Locke's Proposal Rating: 2622 SCP-5999 Rating: 1720 SCP-3280 Rating: 664 SCP-783 Rating: 586 SCP-2193 Rating: 528 SCP-3980 Rating: 523 SCP-1661 Rating: 281 SCP-2923 Rating: 243 SCP-2385 Rating: 236 SCP-3963 Rating: 227 SCP-4910 Rating: 226 SCP-8246 Rating: 171 SCPs Ihp/Locke Proposal Rating: 563 SCP-7676 Rating: 439 SCP-012-EX Rating: 203 SCP-7427 Rating: 144 SCP-5311 Rating: 136 SCP-6430 Rating: 126 SCP-7932 Rating: 103 SCP-6110 Rating: 89 Tales Not Fade Away Rating: 353 Reap What You Sew Rating: 107 Paradigm Shift Rating: 87 A Reason To Die Rating: 47 And Then I Died IV - Series 2 Rating: 33 Tales Heart and Sol Rating: 216 Slothcon Rating: 91 From Above Rating: 35 GOI Formats SPC-173 Rating: 301 SPC-2935 Rating: 153 LTE-2712-Bosch Rating: 153 P'rantortiz the Vile Rating: 139 GOI Formats ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Only file footage of SCP-4910 - captured immediately prior to video corruption. Item Number: SCP-4910 Special Containment Procedures: The anomaly is currently at large. MTF-ε "Tyrfing Black" is to respond to sightings. Lethal force against the entity has been authorized due to its infectious properties and low research potential. Victims likewise require indiscriminate termination. Operatives returning from deployment found to be grinning excessively, or who present multiple smiles, must be immobilized via firearm and doused in a specialized hydrochloric chemical compound (HF/PURE). Once the remaining pulp ceases animation, it may be transported offsite for incineration. Personnel are advised to seek medical attention if becoming afflicted after an encounter with an affected operative. Surgical intervention is effective in early stages (1-2 hours). Pain management becomes impossible by the time lower-body cavities develop (3-4 hours). Description: Predatory dental quadruped, one hundred multi-continental sightings post-1886. Precise details unknown: eyewitnesses invariably succumb to its effects—primarily, the rapid overproduction of teeth, inhibiting their ability to verbalize intelligibly. Recording devices are instantaneously compromised via the manifestation of dentin in critical components. Artistic representation varies wildly, yet focuses exclusively on various amalgamations of teeth and the associated gingiva. SCP-4910 seems to be capable of differentiating between those unaware of its properties—typically civilians—whom it uses for sustenance; and those who specifically seek to either capture or harm it—such as personnel of both mundane and occult organisations—whom it targets for the purposes of esophageal replication. While similar in most respects to standard victims, those targeted for replication act as a vector for SCP-4910's anomalous properties. Previous 58 capture attempts unsuccessful, involving serious dental violence, internal bleeding, loss of life. Thirteen MTF-ε agents missing in action. Seven had [DATA EXPUNGED] plaque; since euthanised. Transformative autocannibalisation claimed five. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4910" by S D Locke and Flumswack, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4910. 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: smile.png Name: Periodontitis Crónica Severa Author: AGUSTIN ZERON License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4911 | safe | Item #: SCP-4911 Site Responsible: n/a Director: n/a Research Head: n/a Assigned Task Force: n/a Level 1/4911 CLASSIFIED SCP-4911 Item #: SCP-4911 Special Containment Procedures: The area containing SCP-4911 has been purchased and fenced off to prohibit civilian access. No other containment procedures have been deemed necessary. Description: SCP-4911 is a stone wall located in southern Wales, constructed along the perimeter of a grass-covered mound. The structure of SCP-4911 follows drystack techniques, common for retaining walls during the Neolithic Age. SCP-4911 is made up of a variety of dark and light colored stones, totaling to 5,203. There are three distinctly patterned sections in SCP-4911, with some occasional protrusions. Removal or damage to the stones of SCP-4911 is not possible and not advised. SCP-4911 exhibits strong mnestic properties. Visitors to SCP-4911 and the mound will remember vivid details about the area, and also be aware of the precise number of the 5,203 stones of SCP-4911. The significance of the number is unclear. The memories produced by SCP-4911 have been resistant to all known forms of amnestic treatments. Behind SCP-4911, at the top of the mound, is a single stone plinth inscribed with deteriorated runes. Thaumaturgic analysis indicate that if the runes were properly maintained, they would have been used to keep a permanent flame at the top of the plinth. Other than the plinth, no other inscriptions are found around SCP-4911. All historical records of SCP-4911 describe the area in its current state; no historical records have indicated the function or reason of SCP-4911. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4911" by Joreth, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4911. 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: wall.jpg Name: Newgrange from right side Author: Cary Bass-Deschenes License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/14429081@N00/3877944375/ |
SCP-4912 | neutralized | SCP-4912-A instance with NYC Mayor ████. Item #: SCP-4912 Special Containment Procedures: UPDATE: In light of recent events, SCP-4912 has been relocated to a storage locker at Site-64. No other containment procedures are necessary at this time. + Archived Special Containment Procedures 14/11/18 - Archived Special Containment Procedures 14/11/18 SCP-4912 is contained in a standard Euclid-class anomalous item locker and is not to be removed unless for cleaning. Handling of SCP-4912 is to be done entirely by an all-female staff crew to oversee maintenance and regular upkeep of the costume. Male staff members are prohibited from entering SCP-4912's chamber and are forbidden from interacting with it. Description: SCP-4912 is a standard spandex costume with no known manufacturer, with a design based on Spider-Man, a popular Marvel Comics character. SCP-4912 regenerates all damage done to it at a rate inversely proportional to the degree of damage (small cuts require up to three months, while large incisions may be repaired within hours). When held or observed by a male human being, SCP-4912 compels them to put it on. Individuals who are under the influence of SCP-4912's compulsion effect are designated as SCP-4912-A instances. This compulsory effect does not extend to pictures or video footage of SCP-4912. SCP-4912 is also capable of enlarging itself to accommodate people of different sizes. SCP-4912-A instances are otherwise normal human beings with a desire to protect their surrounding neighborhood or city. Instances will try to locate any acts of crime being committed and attempt to stop it. Most of these preventions in crime will usually end up with the SCP-4912-A instance in a state of injury or death, due to the lack of protection other than SCP-4912 itself. This desire of SCP-4912 wears off after spending a certain amount of time away from it until the instance of SCP-4912-A has become disinterested in wearing SCP-4912 (usually taking a minimum of three months to a year to lose the effect). In certain cases, however, the instance will suffer from withdrawal and attempt to substitute their need by participating in various Spider-Man related paraphernalia, such as attending conventions, interacting with others by bringing up topics related to Spider-Man and his philosophy, and wearing non-anomalous variations of the costume in an act of cosplay. Amnestic treatment of these instances will only alleviate these symptoms. Addendum 4912.1, SCP-4912-A6 Interview log: Interview transcript of SCP-4912-A6. Subject is of Puerto Rican and Austrian descent and the most recent instance of SCP-4912-A. Subject is in highschool and was captured during an attempt to disrupt a mugging of an elderly man. Assailant was turned over to the police with SCP-4912-A6 detained for questioning. + Access Addendum - Close Addendum Interview Log Transcript Subject: SCP-4912-A6 Interviewer: Agent Harper [BEGIN LOG] Agent Harper: Hello there. Please take a seat. SCP-4912-A6: Alright. Agent Harper: State your name- SCP-4912-A6: I'm not in trouble am I? I was just helping the old guy out. Agent Harper: Please state your name for the record. SCP-4912-A6: Uh, my name is ██████ ███████, but you can call me █████. Agent Harper: Alright █████, would you like to tell us how you found the costume? SCP-4912-A6: What, you mean this? (Gestures to himself and pulls at the fabric.) Well, I uh- I found it on my way home from school in an alley. I uh- I found it in a trash can. It had a couple holes in it but it didn't look too out of shape. Agent Harper: Why did you go to the alley? SCP-4912-A6: It was a shortcut. I always passed through there; it didn't look dirty or anything. Agent Harper: So you brought it home. Didn't your mother ask why you'd bring a costume in the house? SCP-4912-A6: She uh- wasn't really the type of person to keep a close eye on us. Agent Harper: "Us"? SCP-4912-A6: Oh sorry, I have like, four half-brothers. Crazy, right? Agent Harper: Yes, that's certainly insane. (clears throat.) So you took it home and you wore it, correct? SCP-4912-A6: Well, not immediately- I washed it first and I put it on just like that. Agent Harper: Could you describe what you felt when you wore the suit? SCP-4912-A6: It felt pretty comfy; dunno why anyone would throw this awa- Agent Harper: N- No. I meant if you experienced anything when you wore it the first time. SCP-4912-A6: Nothing, really. It just felt cool to be Spider-Man. Agent Harper: Uh-huh. Then why is it that you tried to save that old man from getting mugged? Why in the costume? SCP-4912-A6: I'm- I'm not insane if that's what you're asking. Agent Harper: I never said you were, but I don't know why you'd want to save a guy wearing a costume when you could've done it without. Sounds ridiculous, isn't it? SCP-4912-A6: I- I guess but uh- Agent Harper: But? SCP-4912-A6: It felt great to be Spider-Man. It's- I know I don't have any responsibility or obligation to save anyone, but it felt- it felt right, y'know? I don't- I don't feel like anything's changed. I just feel like I had to. Agent Harper: But why the costume? Why act like a someone who doesn't exist? SCP-4912-A6: I've always asked myself that question too, actually. Why do I keep doing this? Why? Like- I realize now that there's a reason behind it all. Behind what Spider-Man is. What he means. (Smiles) I mean, I don't expect you to understand. Not sure if I understand it either but- but Spider-Man isn't just a hero that people aspire to be because of the cool powers or the witty remarks… Spider-Man is an idea. The idea that anyone can put up that mantle and be just like him. Personally? Under the mask, Spider-Man is all of us. Agent Harper: That's… quite the insight. Do you have anything else to say? SCP-4912-A6: Yeah uh- no. [END LOG] Addendum 4912.2: Incident Report + Access Addendum - Close Addendum On November 12th, 2018, SCP-4912 became animate and escaped its locker. SCP-4912 proceeded to take on a humanoid form in a similar state of being worn. SCP-4912 escaped the chamber and started running towards the nearest exit. MTF Chi-85 ("Heavy Resistance") was dispatched to contain SCP-4912. A distress call was picked up from MTF Chi-85; claiming that SCP-4912 had begun to manifest anomalous qualities unseen before. Among these qualities are included: Increased physical strength. Increased agility. Hyperreactive reflexes. Adherence to all physical surfaces by the palms and feet. Discharging of an adhesive, semisolid substance with similar qualities to spider silk from the underside of the wrists. Analysis of the substance has revealed it to be composed of both organic and inorganic compounds. After incapacitating one of the members of MTF Chi-85, SCP-4912 ran away from the group and escaped. A site-lockdown was enacted to prevent SCP-4912 from escaping, but it proceeded to punch at the reinforced door until it was weakened enough to be torn off of its hinges. SCP-4912 then ran in a path towards the Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, located in the Beverly Grove neighborhood of Los Angeles, California. Eyewitness reports claim to have seen SCP-4912 "swinging" from the rooftops and "running up the sides of the buildings." Mobile Task Force Delta-23 was immediately dispatched to apprehend the entity. SCP-4912 arrived at the location and began to run towards the front of the building's doors before abruptly stopping and began to kneel. MTF Delta-23 arrived and began a defensive posture against the entity and slowly approached. SCP-4912 knelt in place for thirty seconds before it placed its left hand to cover its face, with the other hand holding the ground. The entity then raised its head to look up at the sky before it began to enervate and return to its original inanimate form. Amnestics were distributed across Beverly Grove with SCP-4912 taken for processing. SCP-4912 was noted to no longer possess its anomalous compulsion and was classified as Neutralized. Close inspection of SCP-4912's "eyes" revealed them to leak a watery, saline solution. This solution has been chemically analyzed to be of similar composition to that of human tears. The significance of this event is currently unknown. |
SCP-4913 | safe | Item #: SCP-4913 Special Containment Procedures: The hotel containing SCP-4913 has been purchased by the Foundation and closed to the public. A standard Foundation security force is to remain in the hotel at all times. Description: SCP-4913 is room 126 in the █████████ Hotel, Spokane Washington. After June 12, 1987, no individual has entered SCP-4913 and no tests or experiments of any sort have been performed inside of it despite multiple attempts to do so. When observed from the outside, the interior of SCP-4913 appears to be nonanomalous albeit in an advanced state of disrepair (presumably due to no one having entered it since 1987). No experiments conducted from outside SCP-4913 have detected any anomalous properties of any kind and the Hume level inside of it is consistent with baseline reality. During the period in which containment of SCP-4913 has been enacted, 5 6 attempts to enter SCP-4913 have been made. However, all of these attempts have failed for various and often improbable reasons. This has led to speculation that SCP-4913 has one of three proposed anomalous effects: 1. The ability to manipulate probability to prevent entry to it from occurring 2. an antimemetic effect which prevents individuals from enacting a plan to enter it or 3. the ability to cause any individual who enters it to be retroactively erased from history. Discovery: Due to the nature of SCP-4913's possible anomalous properties, it was known to the hotel staff for at least seven years before it came to the attention of the Foundation. At 8:41 AM on June 12, 1987, Amy █████, a maid formerly employed at the hotel, left SCP-4913 after having cleaned it and locked the door behind her.1 Since this time no one has been known to have entered SCP-4913. The staff of the hotel gradually became aware of this phenomenon but did not become bothered by it. At first it was believed to be an unlikely coincidence and later became attributed to the room being 'haunted'. SCP-4913 first came to the Foundation's attention when Agent Maddox stayed at the hotel while on vacation and became aware of it by chance after talking to the hotel's staff. Agent Maddox rented the room intending to enter it so as to determine if it really did have any anomalous properties. However, he changed his mind upon realizing that it could contain unknown hazards. At this time the hotel was purchased by the Foundation and a permanent Foundation presence was created. After the location was secured, Researcher Grooms was assigned to SCP-4913 and requested that a D-Class personnel should be made to enter it. D-13457 was sent to the location, however Researcher Grooms changed his mind and decided that animal testing should be performed first. A dog was brought in, however the paper-work for the test was lost and it was never performed. Upon learning of this, Researcher Grooms theorized that SCP-4913 possesses an antimemetic effect that makes successfully entering it impossible. Researcher Grooms took mnestic drugs2 and attempted to enter SCP-4913 himself. However, the key to the room had been lost so he could not open the door. A proposal to force the door open was made but then rejected on account of the unknown effects damaging SCP-4913 may cause. Instead a Foundation locksmith was brought in. At this time Researcher Grooms developed a new theory on SCP-4913's anomalous properties. He theorized that SCP-4913 is capable of causing reality shifts which retroactively remove the individuals who enter it from history. The result would be that any timeline in which someone entered the room would be erased along with that individual. This would make highly unlikely coincidences occur to prevent entry to the anomaly as only timelines where all attempts to enter SCP-4913 fail would occur. After the lock was picked, Researcher Grooms attempted to enter SCP-4913 one more time. However, he became fearful of the possibility of being erased from history and decided against it. It was then decided by Senior Researcher █████ that continued attempts to enter SCP-4913 would be a waste of the Foundation's time and rescources so no new tests would be carried out. Addendum: On April 11, 2001, there was one final unauthorized attempt to enter SCP-4913. The incident is reported below as a possible first hand demonstration of SCP-4913's anomalous effect. Video Log Transcript Date: April 11, 2015 Subject: The █████████ Hotel containing SCP-4913 Two Foundation personnel, Agent Arrowood and Agent Grey had been part of the security force assigned to the █████████ Hotel. They were the only personnel guarding SCP-4913's entrance at the time. The following was recorded by Agent Grey's body camera. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Arrowood: There's something weird about this place. Agent Grey: It's safe though, the Foundation has been guarding this hotel for years and nothing has happened. Agent Arrowood: Then why are we here? Agent Grey: They want to make sure that no one enters the room. They're worried about history getting rewritten or something along those lines. Agent Arrowood: But how do they know what happens if you enter the room if no one's ever been in there? Agent Grey: They don't. That's the point. They don't want to take the risk. Agent Arrowood: So we've been wasting time guarding this place just 'cause it might be an anomaly? Agent Grey: Um… I guess… what are you doing? Agent Arrowood walks over to the door to SCP-4913 and reaches for the handle. Agent Grey: I'm going to test this out myself. Agent Arrowood: I wouldn't try that. Agent Grey: It's just a room. Agent Arrowood tries to turn the doorknob but it doesn't move. Agent Arrowood: It's locked. Agent Grey: I know. Agent Arrowood tries turning the doorknob several more times. Agent Arrowood: Do you… think it really erases you from history or whatever? Agent Grey: That's the theory at least. They think that if you go in there then that's it for you. After that you're gone, kind of like blowing out a candle. And then I'd be in this hallway having this conversation with someone else. Agent Grey laughs quietly. Agent Grey: Of course there's no way to tell if it really does that. It's just a theory for now. Agent Arrowood tries to turn the handle one final time causing the door to rattle. He then takes a few steps away from it. Agent Grey: You okay, ████████? Agent Arrowood: Yeah, yeah I'm fine. The doors locked tight though. Agent Grey: Actually, I think I know where the key is. Agent Arrowood: It's fine, █████. Agent Grey: I'll give you 100$ if you go in there right now. Agent Arrowood: No. Agent Grey: Are you scared? Agent Arrowood: I'm not going in there. Agent Grey: You were going go in there just five seconds ago. Agent Arrowood: Changed my mind. Agent Grey: So you are scared now then? Agent Arrowood: Well how about you go in there? You're the one who has the key after all. Agent Grey: Uh… um… Can't do that. It's against the Foundation's guidelines concerning anomalies. Agent Arrowood: But you said… Agent Grey: Forget what I said. Agent Arrowood: So let me get this straight, you were going to let me go into a place that… Agent Grey: This conversation is over. [END LOG] Note: Both Agents were given disciplinary actions after this event and were reassigned to other Foundation projects. Footnotes 1. No anomalous events that could be linked to SCP-4913 occurred at this time. 2. Mnestic drugs are compounds that enhance human memory. They are used to resist anomalous effects on an individual's mind. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4913" by TheBlueHour, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4913. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-4914 | safe | close Info X Article: SCP-4914 (Gamer Against Weeds) Author: MrPines Thanks to: kinchtheknifeblade for making sure this was GAW-y Uncle Nicolini for being awesome and giving crit Doctor Cimmerian for helping with sentence flow and wording Wacky GAW memeber gets down in the chat with DOOM. Prepare for shenanigans. More from this author Item #: SCP-4914 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers have confirmed that the only copy of SCP-4914 is in Foundation custody and the hard drive containing it is to be stored in a standard anomalous items locker. Testing of SCP-4914 is permitted by researchers level 1 or higher. These tests are only to be done on remote systems lacking internet access. The internet activity of SCP-4914's creator1 is to be monitored for further anomalous incidents. Description: SCP-4914 is a modified digital copy of the video game Doom, originally released in 1993 by id Software. Unlike standard versions of Doom, SCP-4914 is 468 megabytes in size and functions from a single executable file. Upon running SCP-4914, it functions as a standard copy of Doom. SCP-4914-1 are anomalous growths of Digitaria sanguinalis, a species of grass commonly referred to as crabgrass. SCP-4914-1 grows directly on the motherboard of the computer SCP-4914 is run on. This growth occurs 16 hours after SCP-4914 is executed. During its growth cycle, SCP-4914-1 uses high amounts of computer processing power from any available components.2 SCP-4914-1 is capable of regrowing to full maturity within 5 minutes if it is removed by any means other than the use of vinegar. To date, no other alternately modified copies have been recovered. Addendum 4914/1: SCP-4914 was originally discovered after its online posting by known members of GoI 'Gamers Against Weed.' The following are chat logs documenting SCP-4914's creation and initial distribution. ▼ Access Chat Logs / Excerpt 1 ▼ ▲ Hide Logs ▲ Bingledorf: but yeah, my cat is awesome Takeovermetal has joined. liquid_water: @Takeovermetal who the hell are you? lucy: @Bingledorf send more pics when u can Takeovermetal: Just another fuckin loser like you @liquid_water rocknrow: lmao rocknrow: so what brings you here, guy liquid_water: lol thats fair Takeovermetal: @rocknrow Heard about you all, and thought I'd stop by to see what kinda crazy shenanigans occur here Takeovermetal: So do you guys like doom? rocknrow: like the game? Takeovermetal: Yeah rocknrow: i fuckin love it, why? Takeovermetal: I like to mod doom from time to time rocknrow: oh shit can i see some of your stuff? Takeovermetal: Yeah, hold on Takeovermetal uploaded file doom2irl.exe 48mb ⬇ rocknrow: exe and not a wad? liquid_water: 48 megabytes wtf Takeovermetal: Exes are easier to uh Takeovermetal: You know, magically fuck with rocknrow: are they? huh Takeovermetal: Yeah, everything's packed into it rocknrow: this is built on gzdoom right (edited) Takeovermetal: Yeah. @liquid_water It's that big for a reason lucy: lol isnt doom that game about killing demons and shit Takeovermetal: It's a really good game Takeovermetal: Pretty much kickstarted the FPS genre lucy: owo rocknrow: checking this out right now liquid_water: @Takeovermtal wtf this is so good liquid_water: @Takeovermetal liquid_water: you said you make these for fun? Takeovermetal: In my free time, yeah Takeovermetal: I've got other non-anomalous ones too liquid_water: sick shit takeoutmeal liquid_water: someone get this man a gamer role ▼ Access Chat Logs / Excerpt 2 ▼ ▲ Hide Logs ▲ Takeovermetal: What the fuck is up Takeovermetal: New mod if you guys wanna play rocknrow: @Takeovermetal lets see it Takeovermetal uploaded file doomIN4D.exe 104mb ⬇ liquid_water: >104 liquid_water: this better be good Bingledorf: @lucy aaaaaaaa Bingledorf: @Takeovermetal also I looked at your first mod and its pretty good Takeovermetal: Thanks Takeovermetal: Also I'm gonna need you guys to give me ideas Takeovermetal: Because they don't just appear liquid_water: doom but you shit yourself when you die Takeovermetal: I'll have to playtest it on the shitter (edited) rocknrow: aw damn, new mod Takeovermetal: Spent a bit longer on this one rocknrow: what does '4D' imply? Takeovermetal: You can smell the game Takeovermetal: And like, other senses lucy: that sounds weird and awesome lucy: also @Bingledorf a bones: @Takeovermetal If you're going to do that one, please give a warning when posting it. Takeovermetal: Of course, I'm not that much of a dick bones: Thank you. lucy: rate my dinner lucy: avn.uploads.sh/IMG_20181107_221412.jpg liquid_water: what the hell is that Takeovermetal: Anyway, I'll be gone a day for a special project I'm doing lucy: im hungry and thats all we had rocknrow: 👀 Takeovermetal: Soon… coffee_hawks: @Bingledorf have you finished that thing? Bingledorf: give me uhhhhhhhhhhh Bingledorf: another couple days Bingledorf: im still trying to figure this out coffee_hawks: no worries rocknrow: @Takeovermetal playing that 4d thing rocknrow: pretty wild my dude rocknrow: ping me when you finish your next mod Takeovermetal: Sure thing coffee_hawks: also, good work on the doom mods Takeovermetal: Thanks ▼ Access Chat Logs / Excerpt 3 ▼ ▲ Hide Logs ▲ Takeovermetal: @rocknrow It's done Takeovermetal: Sorry, it took 2 days not 1 rocknrow: so whats this one Takeovermetal: I'll post it but I want more people to see it rocknrow: hold on rocknrow: @Bingledorf @lucy @liquid_water @coffee_hawks @AnnoyingDog @Fishtruck rocknrow: get the hell in here and play this guys mod lucy: owo Bingledorf: lets go AnnoyingDog: I like doom coffee_hawks: me too coffee_hawks: now post it Takeovermetal: Give it a minute Takeovermetal uploaded file doomdigitaria.exe 486mb ⬇ Fishtruck: That's a bit big for a Doom mod don't you think? rocknrow: >implying he didnt magic the hell out of it Fishtruck: Oh. Takeovermetal: Play it and tell me what you guys think (edited) NEW MESSAGES rocknrow: @Takeovermetal uhhhhh Takeovermetal: What? Bingledorf: this is just regular doom Takeovermetal: Are you serious Takeovermetal: Wtf Fishtruck: Yeah, it's regular for me too. rocknrow: is this part of it? rocknrow: or did you actually fuck up Takeovermetal: Give me another day coffee_hawks: well at least its doom coffee_hawks: something to kill time with ▼ Access PM Logs / Excerpt 1 ▼ ▲ Hide Logs ▲ rocknrow: am i missing something, or did you really just mess it up Takeovermetal: No, I fucked it up Takeovermetal: I'll fix it, just give me another day rocknrow: alright, sounds good ▼ Access Chat Logs / Excerpt 4 ▼ ▲ Hide Logs ▲ lucy: hey uh lucy: idk how to say this but lucy: theres a fucking weed growing in my pc rocknrow: duuude weed bro?? lucy: no im actually fuckign serious lucy: like the uh lucy: garden weeds rocknrow: wait what the fuck lucy: yeah its really weird lucy: like, my pc started to run really slow lucy: andso i opened it up because i thought it was dusty Fishtruck: Is it just a weed in your PC? Fishtruck: That seems like a lame prank. Bingledorf: Does that even count as a prank rocknrow: @lucy thanks for reminding me about dirty pcs rocknrow: i havent cleaned mine in a while lucy: wtf its not even just placed inside the case lucy: its ATTATCHED to my pc bits AnnoyingDog: Do you guys know of any good antivirus programs? AnnoyingDog: My PC has been acting up Bingledorf: How so? rocknrow: you guys wont believe this AnnoyingDog: Its been really slow AnnoyingDog: My fans have been on like all day Bingledorf: @rocknrow ? rocknrow: god dammit the image wont upload rocknrow: but uh theres weeds inside my pc rocknrow: connected to the motherboard lucy: dude wtf AnnoyingDog: Now you guys have me all paranoid rocknrow: if it happened to us, it wouldnt hurt to check coffee_hawks: hey guys rocknrow: hawks open your pc case for me coffee_hawks: why? AnnoyingDog: Noooo rocknrow: just do it i need to make sure coffee_hawks: is this a prank? rocknrow: not from me, but apparently yes AnnoyingDog: I just took a big risk and pulled the weeds rocknrow: yeah thats how you get rid of weeds lucy: i yanked the weeds a bit ago rocknrow: okay good, im doing the same lucy: no like lucy: it didnt work rocknrow: you couldnt pull them out? lucy: theyre regrowing right now lucy: hholy shi lucy: my pc is runnning like as rocknrow: what the hell lucy: i think its fine now lucy: i think its fine now lucy: nvm it doubleposted rocknrow: wait so if we all have this what do we have in common that caused it lucy: uhhhhhhhh Bingledorf: on my pc now lucy: ur on a laptop right Bingledorf: yes Bingledorf: there are weeds sticking out of the vent lucy: maybe it was a file we downloaded liquid_water: yeah because a virus can make plants grow in your pc lucy: do u even know where the fuck u are rn liquid_water: hey losers who wants to play a game with me rocknrow: liquid check your pc case liquid_water: i have a laptop rocknrow: ok but you know what i mean liquid_water: hmmmm nah liquid_water: someone tell me what ive missed because im not scrolling up Bingledorf: just peek inside your damn laptop vent liquid_water: wow theres something inside liquid_water: dude no way theres METAL liquid_water: and darkness liquid_water: wait wtf rocknrow: yeah coffee_hawks: this couldn't be from takeovermetal could it? Bingledorf: no his thing didnt work remember lucy: what if it fucking did rocknrow: oh youre kidding rocknrow: @Takeovermetal liquid_water: this is actually bs liquid_water: i just woke up liquid_water: and my pc is a god damn garden lucy: howd o i FIX THIS Takeovermetal: You guys ever deweeded a garden before? lol lucy: @Takeovermetal @Takeovermetal @Takeovermetal @Takeovermetal @Takeovermetal @Takeovermetal @Takeovermetal @Takeovermetal v lucy: oh u piece of shit bones: Do not spam pings at people. lucy: no you dont understand lucy: this fucker gavemy pc weeds bones: That's no excuse to pester him. rocknrow: i think the fuck not rocknrow: damn near ruined my pc bones: @Takeovermetal can you please explain why everyone is blaming you for causing plants to grow inside their computers? rocknrow: seriously what the hell Takeovermetal: It's a joke man, calm down bones: It doesn't seem like much of a joke to me. Takeovermetal: Oh come on, its kinda funny liquid_water: god dammit man liquid_water: you fucking come in here with your damn fancy doom mods liquid_water: god damn ruin my pc liquid_water: @bone liquid_water: fuck liquid_water: @bones liquid_water: please for the love of god bones: So these weeds can be removed like regular weeds? Takeovermetal: Yeah Takeovermetal: I got you guys good, but I'm not gonna ENTIRELY fuck you over bones: It's one thing to have fun, but this is unacceptable behavior. Takeovermetal: Wait i havent even explained the best part lol Takeovermetal has left. [Banned by bones]. liquid_water: OOF rocknrow: thats not perma is it? bones: Two week ban and a monthlong file upload/link revocation. liquid_water: lmao rip rocknrow: the least he could have done was make it grow actual WEED Footnotes 1. Real name: Carter Wick, online alias: 'Takeovermetal' 2. Central processing unit, graphics processing unit, and RAM. |
SCP-4915 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4915 — One Star Containment Author: AlanDaris ~~ More Alan Stuff ~~ SCP-4915 following the initial containment. Item #: SCP-4915 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4915 is to be contained within a standard humanoid containment cell (Chamber-A) enclosed within a larger containment cell (Chamber-B), which measurements are to be at least 45m² larger than Chamber-A's. SCP-4915's presence within Chamber-A is to be monitored at all times. If the subject is found to be absent, assigned security personnel are to enter Chamber-B, locate SCP-4915 and return it to Chamber-A within an hour after the disappearance. SCP-4915 is to be administered sedatives daily in order to decrease the subject's impulsiveness. Description: SCP-4915 is a young adult male capable of short-range teleportation. Upon activation, SCP-4915's ability instantaneously moves it to the desired location (within 40 meters) with no visual or auditory effects. The chronological restriction on the property's usage is approximately one hour; any attempts to activate it after a shorter period of time result in failure and cause significant exhaustion in the subject. SCP-4915 was brought into Foundation custody after it spontaneously manifested near Site-224's main entrance with two suitcases, later found out to be filled with the subject's personal belongings.1 SCP-4915 demonstrated a strong desire to enter the facility and got into an argument with the present security guards. Shortly after, the subject activated its anomalous ability in an attempt to escape chase given by the personnel while moving into the Site's territory. Following the incident, SCP-4915 was captured and interviewed. The subject behaved aggressively during the conversation, complained about security personnel using force to contain him and refused to provide information regarding its past, intentions or anomalous properties. The search for additional information related to SCP-4915 launched following the analysis of the documentation found in its suitcase has thus far been inconclusive. Addendum 4915.1: Incident Log The following are SCP-4915 related incidents that occurred before current containment procedures were implemented. Incident #: 4915-1 Date: 18/12/2018, 8:20 PM. Summary: SCP-4915 manifested near the Site director's office and approached the secretary, demanding that staff return the subject's luggage and change its containment chamber to a more comfortable and spacious one. The personnel, confused by the situation, did not grant the request. SCP-4915 then offered a bribe in exchange for fulfilling its demands but was detained by the security personnel. While being returned to the containment chamber, the subject complained constantly about the quality of service in the facility. Incident #: 4915-2 Date: 19/12/2018, 8:55 AM. Summary: SCP-4915 manifested in the Site's breakroom and bought a drink from a vending machine. The subject then sat on a couch and attempted to start a conversation with nearby personnel before being detained. SCP-4915 reacted aggressively to security's attempts to recontain it and repeatedly threatened to file a complaint. Incident #: 4915-3 Date: 20/12/2018, 10:11 AM. Summary: SCP-4915 manifested in a corridor outside of its containment chamber and headed towards shower rooms, where it stole a security guard's uniform and disguised itself as an employee. SCP-4915's absence had gone unnoticed and the subject was able to enter the Site's cafeteria. SCP-4915 was visibly surprised by the requirement to pay for meals and complained about this fact to nearby personnel. Cafeteria employees refused to serve SCP-4915 due to it being an SCP object, which caused an argument. Security personnel arrived at the scene shortly after and the subject was promptly recontained. When questioned, SCP-4915 stated that it intended to attend a themed costume party, but the personnel refused to provide it with a suitable costume upon request. The subject also criticized the poor selection of meals in the cafeteria. Addendum 4915.2: Interview Log INTERVIEWED: SCP-4915 INTERVIEWER: Doctor B. Bishop DATE: 21/12/2018 FOREWORD: In order to eliminate the possibility of SCP-4915 escaping, the subject was convinced to use its anomalous ability immediately prior to the interview. BEGIN LOG Dr. Bishop: Hello, SCP-4915. I'm Doctor Bishop. I'll be interviewing you today. SCP-4915: Yeah. Name's Roy. It's really about time you've decided to talk to me. I take it you're a manager or something? Because I have some complaints about my room, the food and the overall attitude of the staff. Dr. Bishop: Actually, I've called you here to talk about your anomalous ability. SCP-4915: What ability now? Dr. Bishop: We'd like to know how exactly you're able to instantly move from one place to another. SCP-4915: Did you seriously call me just to ask this? If that interests you so much, folks from the travel agency gave it to me, so I could explore this place a bit better. I didn't think much of it, honestly. Dr. Bishop: Interesting. Could you tell me more about this "travel agency"? SCP-4915: An ordinary agency that organizes your travels, there isn't much to it. People who work there are dicks though, couldn't stop laughing at me for being bipedal and using my "hind limbs" to travel. The important part is that I'm here because of them, which brings me to my point: this is the worst fucking hotel I've been to in my entire life. Dr. Bishop: I'm not sure I'm following you. SCP-4915: Listen, this place has cool aesthetics, I'll give you that. But you're not only taking this "secret organization" theme way too far, you also don't seem to care about any other aspects. For starters, the room you gave me is terrible: it's small, it's ugly, there's no locker to put things into, no air-conditioner, there isn't even a window! Dr. Bishop: I believe there's been a misunderstanding… SCP-4915: Let me finish please! The service is horrible too. I've been trying to talk to your staff for hours and all I got in response was some armed thug telling me to shut the fuck up. Is this how you treat all your VIP clients? And don't even get me started about the food: it's terrible, no flavor or texture whatsoever. Your chef's cooking is even worse than my own, saying that they should be ashamed would be an understatement. Dr. Bishop: SCP-4915, I don't think you understand the situation. Right now, you are in containment due to having an anomalous ability, about which we'd like to get more details. As a side note, if you have any complaints about your living conditions, you can direct them towards the ethics committee. SCP-4915: Mr. Bishop, or whatever your name is, quit playing games with me. I'm seriously done with all this. I knew this trip would be a kind of extreme recreation, but I didn't expect it to be this extreme. I want a refund! Dr. Bishop: No, SCP-4915, let me reiterate: this isn't a hotel and you aren't a guest. In fact, you're here mainly due to your ability to teleport. SCP-4915: Yes, of course… SCP-4915 laughs nervously, then slowly looks around, visibly confused. SCP-4915: Wait, you're serious about this? Dr. Bishop: I'm positive. SCP-4915: And you weren't making all this containment shit up just for the atmosphere? Dr. Bishop nods. SCP-4915: But… But it was there, on the website. Five stars, all-inclusive, great stylized hotel themed after a research facility. And all those brochures, what they were all about then? Dr. Bishop: I'm afraid we know nothing about any of those things. SCP-4915: No no no, this can't be right. The agency promised me so much, they took a fortune for this trip and… SCP-4915 is silent for a minute. Dr. Bishop: SCP-4915? Are you okay? SCP-4915 gets up from its seat and clenches its fists. SCP-4915: Fucking bastards! END LOG Footnotes 1. Located objects included clothing, electronic appliances, hygienic items, and personal documentation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4915" by AlanDaris, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4915. 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: TheDude.jpg Name: N/A Author: N/A License: CC0 Source Link: piqsels |
SCP-4916 | euclid | by Rigen Item #: SCP-4916 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Orbital Site FOS-19 is to pursue orbital synchronization with and capture of SCP-4916. If and when SCP-4916 is captured, it is to be transferred to Site-17's low-priority storage alongside subsequent resupply schedule for FOS-19. Foundation webcrawlers have been updated to identify and censor verifiable observations of SCP-4916 with a standard cover story of spacecraft debris. Description: SCP-4916 is a humanoid statue sitting on a throne with two pairs of wings spreading behind its back, consistent with Assyrian depictions of the god "Ninurta"1. It is approximately 6 meters wide, 2 meters tall, and 1 meter long, although its appearance suggest that its wings might be retractable. The outer surface of SCP-4916 consists of electrum with average 30% gold to 70% silver content ratio, but it is currently unknown if its interior matches its exterior in composition. SCP-4916 is irregularly orbiting Earth roughly 1,500 to 3,000 kilometers above sea level. Its wings consist of a complex weaving of electrum and are capable of producing bursts of plasma at irregular intervals. These wings are responsible for SCP-4916's irregular movement. Foundation scientists have speculated that SCP-4916's wings collect escaped hydrogen and helium from the upper atmosphere and use solar power to accelerate these gases and generate thrust, although the exact mechanism is unclear. It is currently unknown if these bursts follow a pattern, randomly generated numbers, or controlled either remotely or in-situ. Further analysis pending capture by FOS-19. Addendum 4916-A: During an unrelated excavation along the river Tigris 6.1 kilometers East South-East from Munirah, Iraq, an artifact speculated to be related to SCP-4916 was recovered by the Foundation and tentatively designated SCP-4916-1. It bears markings consistent with worship of Ninurta, whose cult centered in nearby city of Kalhu. SCP-4916-1 is a partially broken hollow granite pillar 15 meters tall, 4 meters in outer diameter, and 3.2 meters in inner diameter. This is consistent with the speculated dimension of SCP-4916 if its wings were folded. A pair of parallel electrum shafts are embedded to the interior wall of SCP-4916-1, secured with multiple bronze nails. One of these shafts extends skywards2, while the second shaft extends towards the ground. Analysis of these shafts reveals electrum alloy consistent with that found in SCP-4916. Investigation for further artifacts and/or documentation related to SCP-4916 is ongoing. Footnotes 1. An ancient Mesopotamian god associated with farming, healing, hunting, law, scribes, and war. 2. Suspected to function similar to a lightning rod ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4916" by Rigen, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4916. 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-4917 | keter | Item #: SCP-4917 Level 3/4917 Classified Approximate representation of an SCP-4917-A instance, based on the most prevalent eyewitness descriptions. Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation is to continue funding the production of television court and police drama shows to normalize the processes of the legal system in Oneiroi West. Stationary Task Force Phi-23 ("Dream Defense") are currently stored in Site-409's Extended Deep-Sleep Facility. Auxiliary personnel is to observe coma-patient procedures on active Phi-23 members. While SCP-4917-A entities cannot be contained, three D-Class are to be placed in a medically-induced coma and instructed to commit infractions and minor misdemeanors to occupy the instances from appearing in civilians' dreams. The D-Class additionally should be monitored for REM sleep activity and defended by STF Phi-23 in dream court to prevent incarceration. Should any problems arise in the condition of D-Class or Phi-23 members, contact either Site Director Pilliken or the head researcher on SCP-4917 (currently Dr. Fynegan). Any D-Class tested will undergo an infirmary checkup before and after exposure to SCP-4917. Description: SCP-4917 is the law enforcement and judicial systems of the Oneiroi West noosphere. If a person commits a crime while sleeping and within the Oneiroi West collective, they will be apprehended by humanoid law enforcement entities (designated SCP-4917-A) and given a criminal sentence in a court trial (designated SCP-4917-B) in accordance with Oneiroi dream law1. SCP-4917-A entities are usually not present in the host's dream until they commit a crime, where the host becomes designated SCP-4917-1. SCP-4917-1 will be continually pursued in their dreams by the -A entities until 4917-1 wakes or is caught. If 4917-1 wakes up, the next time they fall asleep the -A entities will continue the pursuit of the host; when they are caught, they are detained for their crimes committed inside the dream. The longest known evasion of the entities was 2 nights. SCP-4917-A entities are commonly described as wearing the apparel of a 1970s/1980s motorcycle officer2, a seven-point star badge, and Aviator-style sunglasses. Other more detailed descriptions have suggested they wear Dehner boots3, ride Moto Guzzi Californias4, and carry Colt Python revolvers. The entities have, to our current knowledge, never used lethal force on any SCP-4917-1 instances. The SCP-4917-B event usually occurs within several nights after the detainment of the SCP-4917-1 instances. SCP-4917-1 will be called to court and given their choice of defense. Most SCP-4917-1 instances are forced to defend themselves, but recently STF Phi-23 has offered free services to any 4917-1 instances. SCP-4917-1 will fall asleep for periods of up to ten hours to attend their court hearing.5 SCP-4917-1 instances are allowed on to post bail and be on parole, and Phi-23 is authorized to act as bail bondsmen for any 4917-1 instances: the currency used must be in Oneiroi dream dollars. However, when an SCP-4917-1 instance is on parole, they will not be able to dream for the duration of their parole. The sentencing for crimes committed by SCP-4917-1 instances has ranged from a lecture (jaywalking) to firing squad execution (for serial murder). SCP-4917-1 instances who have been sentenced will enter a dream state where the host is jailed for the full duration of the sentence given. During this dream state, SCP-4917-1 instances will usually fall into a coma-like state: the most extreme case led to a brain-dead patient. Once SCP-4917-1 has completed their criminal sentence, they will be able to wake up and resume normal brain function. SCP-4917-1 instances are more vigilant and self-disciplined when regarding potential law-breaking actions, thought to be a result of SCP-4917's disciplinary measures within the instances' dream. Item History: SCP-4917 was discovered on 08/04/2018 after Agent Kabasic and Agent Goggins reported an unusually high ingoing/outgoing rate of coma patients at Ogeney General Hospital. Once it was discovered that SCP-4917 was a common factor among the patients, the town was quarantined pending further evaluation of information.6 Initial descriptions of the SCP-4917-A entities and SCP-4917-B were recorded, but until SCP-4917 testing commenced they were not confirmed. The Foundation has reached terms with Oneiroi West to adhere to a standardized "dream law". STF Phi-23 ("Dream Defense") was created to combat the high incarceration rate of SCP-4917-1 instances. Phi-23 is staffed with several accredited defense lawyers to represent -1 instances: most cases taken by Phi-23 are found not guilty or a given a reduced sentence. Addendum 01: Interview of SCP-4917-A Instances The following interview was conducted with the instructions of the Foundation and conducted by Junior Researcher Shipherd. Shipherd was placed in a medically-induced sleep and instructed to commit a mundane crime and subsequently attempt to ascertain the purpose of the -A entities. The interview is completely transcribed from memory and thus may be incorrect in certain places. « SCP-4917-A and B Interview » » SCP-4917-A and B Interview « Interviewed: SCP-4917-A-1, SCP-4917-A-2 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Shipherd < BEGIN LOG > SCP-4917-A-1: Do you know why you're here, sir? Shipherd: Me? SCP-4917-A-2: Yes, you. There's no one else. Shipherd: I committed a crime. SCP-4917-A-1: An unforgivable one. SCP-4917-A-2: Indeed. Shipherd: Trespassing? On Oneiroi property? Bullshit. I'll call up Phi-23. <long pause> SCP-4917-A-1: So, you're one of the new guys on the block, huh? Shipherd: What? SCP-4917-A-2: We've been monitoring you for a bit. The people dream about you all, sometimes. Sometimes other things. SCP-4917-A-1: We saw your other folks as well, but you're… different. One of the higher guys, I assume. Shipherd: We're just trying to figure out who.., well, what you are. And why you do what you do. SCP-4917-A-2: My name's Deyis. He's Astrachan. SCP-4917-A-1: Nice to meet one of you. Shipherd: My name's Shipherd. SCP-4917-A-2: Have you ever seen Law & Order, Mr. Shipherd? Shipherd: Like… the TV show? SCP-4917-A-1: Yes. Well, what we do is that, in a sense. You see, our job is to keep the law. And crime is a problem for you, no? SCP-4917-A-2: It is for us, as well. We're officers. We're just trying to keep it clean here. Some of our efforts trickle up to you. Consider it a bonus. Shipherd: You both are aware that when you sentence a person, they enter an unwakeable state, right? I'd hardly call that a bonus. SCP-4917-A-1: If you do the crime, Mr. Shipherd - SCP-4917-A-2: - you do the time. It's only fair for us. Shipherd: Where do you come from? SCP-4917-A-2: We would love to know that answer, Mr. Shipherd. Shipherd: So you don't know? No memories before this? SCP-4917-A-1: Affirmative. Shipherd: I think it's about time. They're going to pull me out. SCP-4917-A-2: It was nice to meet you. SCP-4917-A-1: Send us some more of your folk. They make good practice runs. Shipherd: That's not my decision to make, but I'm sure they'll keep you occupied. SCP-4917-A-1: One more thing, Mr. Shipherd. Shipherd: Make it quick, I can start to feel myself losing you. SCP-4917-A-1: Have you heard of the song, Dream Po- <End Log> Closing Statement: Junior Researcher Shipherd was woken up without any loss of brain function. Regular checkups indicate that Shipherd, despite committing a crime, is not being actively pursued by SCP-4917-A instances. Further investigation into communications with the entities themselves in Oneiroi West is underway. Footnotes 1. Most closely resembling the United States justice system. 2. Black leather motorcycle jacket, police trooper belt, white-black police motorcycle helmet, trooper boots. 3. A common motorcycle officer trooper boot. 4. As identified by a motorcycle enthusiast. 5. This hearing is typically attended by SCP-4917-A instances and civilians randomly selected from the Collective serve as jurors. 6. The town since has been released from Foundation control. |
SCP-4918 | keter | Item #: SCP-4918 Special Containment Procedures: The whereabouts of SCP-4918-1, -2 and -3 are largely unknown. Their physical descriptions, as well as their last known photographs, are available to all Foundation agents throughout Europe, to aid in containment. SCP-4918-1 is believed to be somewhere in Western Europe, but favors the British Isles, particularly Wales and Cornwall. As they display skill with hand-to-hand and close-range combat (particularly swords), containment attempts are to be carried out long-range with the use of non-lethal munitions. SCP-4918-2 is believed to be the most difficult to contain, due to its degree of omniscience. Currently, there is no effective way to combat this effect, and SCP-4918-2's current whereabouts are unknown. Foundation agents in areas with a large population of individuals of Irish descent are to watch for sightings of SCP-4918-2. SCP-4918-3 is currently believed to be residing somewhere in Finland. Foundation assets are monitoring remote areas for signs of probability manipulation, including high crop yields, low rates of disease during epidemics, and large economic windfalls. SCP-4918-3's current whereabouts remain unknown. SCP-4918-4 is currently uncontainable, due to their status as a member of the European Parliament. Foundation personnel are embedded within their security detail, and containment efforts will resume at such a time where they are removed from their position in the Parliament. Description: SCP-4918 refers to several humanoid individuals possessing anomalous properties which first became active during the First World War. A common anomaly among all SCP-4918 instances is that they possess complete immortality. SCP-4918-1(far right) resting during the Battle of the Scarpe, 1917. SCP-4918-1 refers to a human male of Celtic Briton ethnicity1 standing at approximately 1.9m in height, weighing 123 kg. SCP-4918-1 possesses brunette hair, and speaks fluent Old Cornish, Old Welsh, Middle and Modern English, and some French. SCP-4918-1 was discovered in September of 1914, following the emergence of an island off of the western coast of England, approximately 20km south of the Isle of Man. SCP-4918-1 sailed from this island along with a set of twelve nondescript women, arriving at Liverpool's port in a currach. SCP-4918-1 proceeded to harass the locals, whilst the women attempted to calm SCP-4918-1. Following the arrival of the foreign intelligence branch of the Secret Service Bureau2, the women returned to the island, which could not be located. SCP-4918-1 exclusively spoke Old Welsh and Old Cornish upon its contact with the SSB, and communication was only established through contact with Arthur Sampson Napier, a professor of Anglo-Saxon studies in Oxford. Napier wrote of his encounter with SCP-4918-1: For the majority of the interview, he stared at me, confused as to how I was speaking; I think my accent was unintelligible to him. Eventually, I started talking Cornish, and he instantly started speaking. He was personable, charismatic, even, but the claims he made— he rode with giants and werewolves and all manner of beings to war against Mordred. He claims to be the rightful King of Britain! I told him I was the Earl of Sussex as a joke. I thought he was going to take off my head— he does not appreciate the Saxons. An artifact in possession of SSB3 confirmed the legitimacy of SCP-4918-1's claim to the English throne. What followed was a protracted series of disputes between SCP-4918-1 and King George V over whether or not the latter should abdicate the Throne of England; SCP-4918-1's claim appears to be related to the fact that they neither died nor abdicated their throne, and the country functioned on the assumption they had died. Furthermore, the artifact in question only claimed that SCP-4918-1 had a valid claim to the throne of Britain, and not the throne of The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and all of its Colonies. Again, Napier writes: I sat in on another audience between the two Kings. It's clear that His Majesty is afraid— his knuckles were white from clutching the arms of his chair. His Majesty got the throne through pure luck, and there have been claims upon claims doubting his legitimacy. Arthur is more charismatic than His Majesty can ever hope to be— he has a presence about him that tells me that he was raised in a different time, but his wisdom is timeless. Still, His Majesty has experience with the modern world— Britain, and all of its Empire. Arthur was alarmed by the prospect of the empire being so large that it touched all corners of the world. A sample of the exchange which took place: H.M.: People don't expect a chivalrous king. Not in war time. We must be pragmatic, we cannot afford honour, not when we've my cousin's4 army to contend with. A: I know nothing of chivalry. I know of honour— and the fact that you have your arse on a padded seat instead of in a saddle, riding to battle alongside your men, is enough for me to know that you are not a king. In December of 1914, SCP-4918-1's efforts to claim the Throne of England ceased— Napier notes that this is most likely due to the fact that SCP-4918-1 would not have been able to both govern and participate in active combat. SCP-4918-1 is listed as Arthur █████ in official British Military Records, having taken part in several military operations during the course of the First World War as a cavalry officer. SCP-4918-1 is recorded as fighting exclusively with a long or broad sword, and rode upon a brown mare which reportedly possessed anomalous properties. A report of these anomalous properties is recorded in a letter from John ███████ to his wife Edith, prior to its seizure due to the British Army's censorship practices: Arthur has always been a queer fellow; abnormally lucky, his horse Llamerel seems to ride between mines. And he speaks English as if he were out of time— he's taught me some of his tongue, and it is fascinating. He even produced a copy of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, though he informs me the incident in question actually happened to a Sir Kay, as a joke by Arthur's half-sister. I'm sure it is the fever causing me to hallucinate, but Arthur seems to have strange properties about him. When he ran over the trenches, he took at least twenty rounds to the chest, from a machine gun, and he kept running. When he returned, not even his clothes were torn. It must have been a dream. Others say they have seen him shot through the skull, only to stand a second later. This man is fascinating, as is the work he has presented me with— he has told me to keep the book, as a gift. And he's also told me to seek something called Beowolf(?) which a friend in the army recommended to him. Officially, Arthur █████ died in 1976. In 2015, a video appearing to depict SCP-4918-1 at Dozmary Pool in Cornwall was taken by a tourist. The transcript of that video is below. SCP-4918-1: Nimue! SCP-4918-1 splashes at the water. SCP-4918-1: Come out here, you fairy bitch! SCP-4918-1 throws something into the water. It appears to be a large piece of iron. SCP-4918-1: I've been out here one-hundred years and you don't even have the decency to give me back my sword?! I fought without it by my side! I watched people suffer! I could have saved them if I had Caliburn! Tourist 1: What the hell? Tourist 2: He's probably high on something. SCP-4918-1: Nimue! Give it back! A large, humanoid shape appears in the middle of the lake. It appears to be made out of water. Large amounts of digital static appears on the film. Tourist 1: What the fuck? Unknown Entity: (In Welsh) I don't have it anymore, Arthur. SCP-4918-1: What do you mean? We gave it to you after Camlann! Unknown Entity: (In Welsh) It was stolen. SCP-4918-1: If I had it, I… I could have saved them. You could have given it to me— Unknown Entity: (In Welsh) You thought you could be a hero if you wielded Caliburn? Europe was a charnel house. A sword wouldn't have changed that. The Unknown Entity turns to look at the tourists. The footage after this point is corrupted beyond recovery. SCP-4918-2 is an Irish male. SCP-4918-2 measures 2.1m in height, weighing approximately 131kg. SCP-4918-2 possesses white hair, and a burn scar on their right thumb, which is believed to have anomalous properties; specifically, this scar confers a limited form of omniscience when it is in contact with SCP-4918-2's mouth. SCP-4918-2 commands a small army of Irish individuals, both male and female, collectively designated SCP-4918-2A. All SCP-4918-2A instances, as well as SCP-4918-2 itself, ride an unknown, possibly extinct breed of horse, and show experience with a wide variety of weaponry. SCP-4918-2 manifested during the Gallipoli Campaign. An unknown soldier, likely of Irish descent, was seen blowing a hunting horn prior to being shot and killed by Ottoman forces. Following this, SCP-4918-2 and several -2A instances were seen tending to the dead and wounded, as well as loading all corpses onto horses. The following is an account of an Irish soldier who discovered SCP-4918-2 instances tending to the wounded. We had heard the horn about half an hour before we saw the riders. I nearly caught an arrow in the face for startling them— they shouted out a warning in Gaelic. "Friend or Foe of the Fianna?" They asked. "Friend", I told them. They looked at the other two survivors in my company— Prajheer and Allan— and ushered us over. Blood and muck splashed around our feet. These men and women, they looked out of time— some had woad on their skin that was running, as if they had rode through a rainstorm. The Fianna, they had called themselves— heroes, one and all. But there were no cries of joy at the defeat of an enemy, because the enemy wasn't defeated. All that were here were bones trampled underfoot. A man, large and bearded, held one of the corpses. I recognized the soldier from glimpses traded over the canteen table. He could have been the weeping man's son— the same eyes, same nose, same hair. And laying at his side was a broken horn. Looking over the sea was a man with white hair, his hand clutched around a spear. I approached him, unsure if I should bow or not. He looked at me, and asked one thing. "What is it you desire now, more than anything? Revenge against the butchers? Victory in this battle? The wealth of a nation?" I just replied that I wanted to see my mother. We all did. Allan had joined the army young, and none of our letters were getting through. "A noble goal", he replied. He grabbed me by the arm and swooped me up onto his horse. The other survivors were asked where they lived, but somehow, he knew. Fionn knew my mother. The sky blurred— stars spiraled above, and the wind blew mud from my face. I slept, and when I awoke, my mother's arms were wrapped around me, and she was sobbing. Sightings of SCP-4918-2 are the least common among SCP-4918 instances. Reports of SCP-4918-2A instances riding into battle alongside British cavalry have been corroborated, but SCP-4918-2 itself was not seen again until the Irish War of Independence occurred in 1919. A stone tablet recovered outside of Dublin in 1949, believed to have been inscribed by SCP-4918-2, reads as such: When I was young, my mothers taught me the ways of the sword and the ways of magic. I love them, and I weep for them. If they could see the world as it is now, how Eire and Albion and the rest of it has suffered, they would have kept me secluded in a cave for my whole life. I do not curse the man who blew the Dord Fiann. He was terrified, and he called for help the only way he knew how. We rode to his side, and for weeks after, our horse's feet were stained by blood. I could not stand by and watch— it was sickening, what was occurring. I, Fionn Mac Cumhaill, am a coward. I cannot watch the senseless suffering, even if it means that I can help those who suffer. Eire called me in its time of aid, and I answered. I will not answer again. SCP-4918-2 has reportedly been sighted throughout the New England region of the United States, among areas where individuals of Irish descent have populated. SCP-4918-3 is an elderly male human, purportedly of Finnish heritage5 standing at approximately 1.5m in height, weight unknown. SCP-4918-3 possesses grey hair with a grey beard. SCP-4918-3 is described as being in possession of a kantele6, and wears garments made of bear pelts. SCP-4918-3 (left) reciting poetry whilst comforting a victim of the H1N1 pandemic, 1918. SCP-4918-3 was first sighted in the port of Helsinki on December 31st, 1917, sailing into the port of Helsinki while playing their kantele. SCP-4918-3 proceeded to conduct a New Years celebration in a small tavern in Helsinki; this building has shown anomalous properties in the intervening years. Following the commencement of the Finnish Civil war in January of 1918, SCP-4918-3 acted as a beneficent party to both the Socialist Democratic Red Guard and the German-backed White Guard. During the Battle of Helsinki, SCP-4918-3 appeared on the rooftops throughout the city, singing a song with thaumaturgical properties. This song is believed to be a retelling of the Kalevala, and its thaumaturgical effects were only evident on individuals of Finnish descent; German forces which landed in the area were unaffected. SCP-4918-3's song caused probabilistic anomalies to take place; bullets that would otherwise have missed their targets instead ricocheted and hit, shots that should have been fatal caused minor injuries, grenades failed to detonate. However, due to the fact that both sides of the Battle of Helsinki were affected by SCP-4918-3, it is unknown exactly how much its outcome was affected by SCP-4918-3's presence. Following the conclusion of the civil war, SCP-4918-3 dedicated itself to civilian efforts, namely caring for individuals who had been stricken by the H1N1 Influenza pandemic of 1918. SCP-4918-3 would visit the most affected areas of Finland, reciting poetry and singing to individuals in which symptoms of Pandemic Flu had manifested. Several of these individuals made a complete recovery within weeks of SCP-4918-3's visit. A priest in Inari wrote this about SCP-4918-3 in a letter to their brother: I am a Christian. I believe in God. I believe in Jesus Christ, and the Saints. I have been praying over the beds of dozens of those who come in, coughing fluid from their lungs, dying, miserable. Some have tried to take their lives, but are too weak to tie a noose. I do not know if this man that has come is a servant of God. He presents himself as a bard, playing his kantele and singing of the Sampo7 and of great exploits that he has done. He paints himself as a folk hero, a jester. But somehow, they improve. I saw a child, who had been turning blue for the last three days, stand up and start dancing with him. Lungs that could barely breathe a day before sang and laughed. Hands that popped like cereal in milk were writing letters to their parents. If I have just witnessed a miracle, I do not know what to say. A man who looked older than the Earth below me sang a song, and others danced to his tune. I do not know if he is divine, or devilish, but he saved so many. SCP-4918-3 was sighted during the Winter and Continuation wars; following this, sightings have been sporadic. SCP-4918-4 is Holy Roman Emperor Frederick Barbarossa, appearing as he did on the date of his death in 1190. SCP-4918-4 was recovered in Bavaria in 1914, being led down from a mountain by a child of German descent, bemoaning the absence of ravens. SCP-4918-4 was brought to Kaiser Wilhelm II, who appointed SCP-4918-4 as a military adviser. SCP-4918-4 spoke modern German upon its discovery, evidently through anomalous means. SCP-4918-4 was reportedly reluctant to aid Wilhelm II, to the point of entering physical altercations at least four times during the course of World War I. The following recounts General Ludendorff's observations of a meeting in Berlin in early 1915, where SCP-4918-4 was present: It was clear neither the Kaiser or His Holiness were happy. Frederick had a bloodied nose (though it had healed so quickly that I could only see bloodstains in his beard) and the Kaiser had a bruised eye. We ignored it as the meeting began. The first item was the so-called "Weihnachtsfrieden"8. We assured the Kaiser it would not happen again, but His Holiness scoffed. "They spent a few nights getting fat on sausages and warming their stomachs with coffee. It's essentially what Wilhelm does every day— should we begrudge his troops for wanting to live like their Emperor?" Thankfully, I managed to have a coughing fit at this time, concealing my humor. SCP-4918-4 appears to have privately written satirical documents critical of the war, which were published in allied territories. An excerpt from one such document, "Cousins Billy and Georgie", follows. Cousin Georgie has lots of toy boats. Lots and lots of toy boats. Big boats, small boats, short boats, tall boats. He has a veritable navy. Cousin Billy doesn't have any boats, and he doesn't have any money to buy them. So, when Cousin Ferdinand gets sick, he decides to ally himself with Cousin Karl to get money to buy some boats. But Cousin Georgie doesn't like Cousin Karl. So now Cousin Billy has a lot of boats, and Cousin Georgie and Cousin Billy are breaking their own toys to spite each other. SCP-4918-4 is the only remaining SCP-4918 instance who is known to be active. Their whereabouts were previously unknown, but in 2016, they re-emerged under the pseudonym Frederick Bismarck, a member of the European Democratic Party, shortly prior to their election to the European Parliament. Due to their prominence in the parliament, as well as several treaties and agreements made with the Global Occult Coalition and various anomalous monitoring organizations of EU Member countries, containment is currently infeasible. However, in November of 2018, Foundation assets posing as journalists from the Daily Telegraph were able to conduct an interview with SCP-4918-4. <Begin Log> Agent Pullman: I'm glad we could meet, Herr Bismarck. SCP-4918-4: Bitte, call me Frederick. You may not be in the EU for much longer, but I still like to be on a first-name basis with as many citizens as I can. Agent Pullman: You rose to prominence fairly recently. It's hard to find much evidence of you existing before 2016. SCP-4918-4: Yes, well, I've got a rather lengthy family line. From all the way back to the Holy Roman Empire, until the first World War— around the time Hitler came to power, my family fled for England. SCP-4918-4 interrupts Agent Pullman's next question. SCP-4918-4: I believe it is time that we, how do you say, "cut the bullshit'? Agent Pullman: I'm sorry? SCP-4918-4: And now I know you're spewing bullshit. If you had said something such as "I agree, let's talk about your policies" or "What are your thoughts on the state of the world", then you wouldn't have blown yourself. Now, who are you really? Agent Pullman: Someone who knows that your last name isn't really Bismarck. SCP-4918-4: Well, judging by the fact that I'm not being escorted away by men in tactical gear, I believe I can speak plainly, yes? So ask your actual questions. Agent Pullman: Alright. From what we can tell, you and three other… for lack of a better term, people woke up during World War I. Supposedly, all of them are meant to arise in their homeland's time of need. SCP-4918-4: Ah, yes. I ran into Arthur in a cafe in Belgium. Nice man, but he's still having trouble adapting to the times. Agent Pullman: You're aware of the others? SCP-4918-4: How could I not be? After a time, things like us, we're… drawn to each other. I've so far avoided the others— they seem to be keeping mostly to themselves, and I prefer to stay within Germany. Agent Pullman: The thing is… you're all supposed to awaken in your nation's greatest time of need. World War I was a pissing match between a few family members. Not really the stuff of heroes. SCP-4918-4: I agree. The reason Arthur was in Brussels in the first place was because he had grown sick of the machinations of "Ungentlemanly Warfare"9 and SIS. SCP-4918-4 shakes his head. SCP-4918-4: I don't think we were supposed to wake up, not yet. Agent Pullman: You think it was induced? How? SCP-4918-4: The boy I was with was meant to check if there were any ravens on the mountain— if there were no ravens, I would awaken. I went back to the mountain after the war, hoping to rest— I found the corpses of hundreds of ravens, shot dead by German bullets. Agent Pullman: And another one was summoned by the blowing of a hunting horn. That doesn't account for the other two. SCP-4918-4: You may want to do a recount— there were more than four countries involved in the war. Agent Pullman: How many of you are out there? SCP-4918-4: I'd wager there are as many Bergentruckung10 as there are countries. But that's not any of my business. Agent Pullman: I… see. Well, er, Your Holiness— SCP-4918-4: Frederick, please. Agent Pullman: Frederick, I think that it's best if I leave. SCP-4918-4: Very well. Oh, and if you run into Sir Francis, tell him that he still owes me for that boat of mine he sank. Agent Pullman: Sir Francis… Drake? SCP-4918-4: And I have said too much. <End Log> SCP-4918-5 (tentatively) refers to Sir Francis Drake. They are believed to have been present at several naval engagements in the First and Second World Wars, but little is known about this SCP-4918 instance at this time. Footnotes 1. An ethnic group which inhabited the British Isles from the Iron age through the Middle Ages, before splitting off into the Welsh, the Cornish, and the Bretons, among other groups. 2. The organization that would later become the Secret Intelligence Service, or MI6. 3. This artifact, designated SCP-████, is believed to be among the Crown Jewels of England. The modern British Occult Service has declined to let the Foundation inspect the Crown Jewels for anomalies. 4. Kaiser Wilhelm II was the first cousin of King George V. 5. A sample of SCP-4918-3's DNA, recovered from a lock of hair given to a Finnish soldier, shows genetic links to every other individual of Finnish descent; the implications of this are unclear. 6. A string instrument with origins in Finland. 7. A magical item present in the Kalevala, which serves as a good luck charm. The exact nature of the Sampo is unknown. 8. The German term used to refer to the 1914 Christmas Truce on the Western Front. 9. Referring to the British Special Operations Executive, or "Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare", an espionage group active during the Second World War. 10. Literally "mountain rapture". |
SCP-4919 | safe | SCP-4919. Item #: SCP-4919 Special Containment Procedures: All persons entering SCP-4919 are to work in groups of two or more to prevent unwanted activation of its effects, and be prepared to exit the premises rapidly or administer stimulants if drowsiness is noted. Staff on extended assignment to SCP-4919 should be trained in basic dream recall techniques and carry stationery for record-keeping purposes at all times. Sleeping in SCP-4919 is prohibited save under controlled testing circumstances. Description: SCP-4919 is an 8-story building at 22 Rue de Vaugirard, in the Latin Quarter district of the 6th arrondissement of Paris. The building was constructed in 1898 in an Art Nouveau style and operated as the Hôtel de Lisle until 1966, when it was acquired by the Foundation. All persons who enter REM sleep in SCP-4919 experience lucid dreams with similar content and common features. These dreams involve the individual in question being transported to SCP-4919 during the late 19th or early 20th century, during its occupied lifespan as a hotel with a ground-floor café (Café Impériale). The city depicted in the oneiric environment aesthetically resembles Paris, but test subjects familiar with the layout of the city report numerous inconsistences. However, this is not unexpected given imperfections in oneiric reconstructions. Subjects recall consistently pleasant experiences during the dreams, which may involve social events, meals, or romantic or sexual liaisons, and are able to produce funds or other items needed (such as tickets to events) on demand. Entities encountered tend to be friendly, welcoming and patient, although they display a resistance to questioning about the nature of SCP-4919. It is unclear whether these entities represent distinct entities with self-awareness within the oneiric setting, or whether they are non-anomalous internal oneiric projections of subjects. While SCP-4919 has no anomalous temporal effects in reality, dreams within SCP-4919 may range in subjective duration from minutes to several years. Subjects have no memory of events occurring outside of SCP-4919, and it is assumed leaving SCP-4919 will end the dream. Of the remainder, approximately 75% of subjects are unable to recall any other specific event or sequence of events related to the ending of the dream. The final 25% report the cessation of dreaming in SCP-4919 being caused by an unpleasant experience, generally of violent or disturbing nature. Addendum 4919-1: Testing log Subject Dream description D-2811871 Subject appears in the Café Impériale at 6:20 pm and is served a 4-course meal consisting of liver pâté, lobster thermidor, duck confit with duchess potatoes and crème brûlée. Fourteen glasses of various wines and champagnes are also consumed with only mild intoxicating effects. Upon conclusion of the meal, the maître d'hôtel refuses to present a bill, and invites D-2811871 to return any time. D-2811871 attempts to exit the building, at which time the dream ends. D-2811871 makes numerous requests to be involved in further testing, which are declined as testing progresses to higher-clearance staff members. Researcher Lebon Subject appears in the hotel lobby at some time in the early afternoon. A pianist is playing various solos which Lebon recognises as works of Maurice Ravel, and listens to for approximately twenty minutes. During this time, a young man sits beside Lebon and makes conversation while sharing tea and petits-fours. Lebon does not recall specifics of this conversation but emphasises its friendly and engaging nature. Lebon also notes the man resembling someone known in reality, but is unable or unwilling to elaborate further. After the man leaves, Lebon attempts to exit the building, at which time the dream ends. Researcher Lebon Subject attends a salon in the hotel ballroom where the works of the Les Nabis group of post-Impressionist painters are being exhibited. Lebon later notes the presence of Pierre Bonnard and Jean-Édouard Vuillard. The salon lasts for twenty to thirty hours without any noticeable tiring among the attendees or lull in festivities. At this point, Lebon follows a waiter to the kitchen and Lebon is unable to recall events further, but subsequently exhibits fear responses to food preparation and a reluctance to return to SCP-4919 testing. Dr Arnaud The dream begins in medias res, with Arnaud eating breakfast in the Café Impériale. He recalls consuming a buttered croissant and black coffee, and watches civilians passing by on the Rue de Vaugirard for the next hour. A man physically resembling poet Paul Verlaine joins Arnaud and the two have a lively conversation about poetry; however, the dream-Verlaine lacks the real poet's eccentricities. Arnaud reports the dream ends after witnessing a crowd of people beating another person on the street. He is unable to perceive any details of this person's appearance. Dr Arnaud Arnaud is playing a piano duet in the hotel ballroom with an unidentified young woman, with a crowd of hotel patrons watching and applauding enthusiastically. When the performance concludes, two policemen arrive and inform him he is under arrest for treason for a reason unknown to him. This provokes an uproar amongst the crowd, who begin to argue amongst themselves. The dream ends after Arnaud is escorted to the hotel's front door by the policemen, who open it to reveal a guillotine set up in the middle of the street. Dr Arnaud An attempt was made to prolong the internal length of an SCP-4919 dream for as long as possible. Dr Arnaud was instructed to avoid attempting to explore the building or any difficult situations to the best of his ability. He remains on the ground floor of the hotel, where he is continually given food, drink and sleeps in the restaurant (being able to produce funds on demand). No persons in the dream comment on this behaviour. After one month of time in the dream has elapsed, Arnaud is sitting in the Café Impériale with his back to the window when he is shot twice from behind through the glass, and collapses to the ground immobilised. This triggers an outbreak of violence amongst the café patrons, who proceed to attack one another indiscriminately in unarmed combat or using improvised weapons without regard for self-preservation. Persons from outside continually join the meleé, which continues uninterrupted for approximately 120 hours until the dream ends. |
SCP-4920 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-4920 Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding Site Umbra-4920 is to be declared a nuclear testing site, and is off limits to civilians and other non-Foundation personnel. Due to the nature of the anomaly, SCP-4920 is to be contained inside a sub-site, with a functional staff centre for all assigned personnel. Any anomalous activity around SCP-4920 is to be reported immediately to the current project manager and site director. Description: SCP-4920 is a train station located in [DATA EXPUNGED], United States of America. The station platform is twenty meters long and made of concrete. There is a single wooden shelter near the centre of the platform. There are no tracks going into or out of SCP-4920, and no train has ever been observed passing through the station only one train has ever passed through the station. Tests on the platform and the shelter showed it to be indestructible, although this changed after Incident 4920-A. SCP-4920 may also have time-bending properties, as SCP-4920-1 appears much younger than is possible. SCP-4920-1 was a human figure, approximately 1.8 m, which inhabited SCP-4920. SCP-4920-1 was dressed in a simple brown suit, and, when questioned, confirmed its age to be near 60. When questioned as to why it was staying in this location, it simply stated that it was "waiting for the train", despite the lack of railroad lines in or around the station. SCP-4920 showed no sign of an anomaly, apart from its refusal to leave the station, despite Foundation efforts. SCP-4920-1 has been interviewed several times by Foundation personnel, and shows no signs of hostility or fear. SCP-4920-1 prefers to be called "Maxwell" by personnel. According to Researcher Calloway, SCP-4920-1 strongly resembles his great grandfather, although the subject in question was reported dead fifty years ago. Due to his prior knowledge of SCP-4920-1, Researcher Calloway was allowed to interview SCP-4920-1, although this privilege shall be revoked if he shows any sign of interfering with tests done. Incident 4920-A At 0900 hours, █/██/2014, SCP-4920-1 was observed checking its wristwatch regularly. This was dismissed as unimportant. This activity continued, and was noted by the research team. Researcher Calloway was dispatched to question SCP-4920-1 on this activity. When questioned, SCP-4920-1 simply remarked that "the train was almost here". Foundation personnel in the area went on alert, and prepared themselves to view and record any activity. Researcher Calloway stayed on the platform of SCP-4920, to continue conversing with SCP-4920-1. At 1200 hours, a thick fog descended upon the surrounding area, obscuring view and causing equipment malfunctions. Personnel stationed at SCP-4920 reported hearing a train's whistle, before the fog cleared a few minutes later. SCP-4920-1 was missing, and Researcher Calloway was standing on the platform looking stunned. He was later interrogated about his encounter. Further tests on the platform and shelter showed small amounts of wear, and personnel were able to damage the platform and shelter. After four weeks of observation, SCP-4920 was declared neutralised. Interviews -A through -C Close Interview 4920-A Interviewer: Researcher Calloway Interviewed: SCP-4920-1 Begin Log SCP-4920-1 is seated at the shelter in the station. Researcher Calloway approaches the subject. Calloway: Good morning, SCP-4920-1. SCP-4920-1: Hello, young chap. But please, call me Max. Calloway: Very well, Max. I have a few questions to ask you. SCP-4920-1: That's fine, lad. Well, best start asking, then. Calloway looks unsettled, then proceeds. Calloway: When did you first discover SCP-4920? SCP-4920-1: Ah, I remember the day. I was a young thing back then, much like you, eh? I thought I could understand everything. Until I heard of the train. The train that could take you anywhere you wanted. I had to find it, of course, and see the world. So I set out on a long journey. I made many friends on the way, and learned a great deal about the train I was travelling to. I searched and searched for years, and finally, my efforts were rewarded. I found the station. I was overjoyed, and my friends were too, but it wasn't over yet. We waited for hours, days. No train came. I was so disappointed. My friends were too. Eventually, we gave up hope. We turned to go back, but we saw some other people. People who wanted to take the train for themselves, and would do anything to get it. We argued, and our arguments came to a head. A fight happened, and blood was spilled. My friends died that day. I was the only survivor. SCP-4920-1 seems lost in thought. SCP-4920-1: I was weepin' over their bodies, and I saw the strangest thing. I saw a great train in the sky, and I saw my friends on board, wavin' at me. That's when I knew that you couldn't rush the train. It came to you, not the other way round. So I walked back to the station, and I sat. And now you've found me here. Calloway: Describe this… train. SCP-4920-1: Well, it was mighty fine. All fancy carriages and big wheels. Calloway: Would you describe it as sinister? SCP-4920-1: No, no, not at all! In fact, it seemed like the near best thing in the world. Interview end. Note: Interesting. This may show early intervention from a GOI such as the Serpent's Hand. Interview 4920-B Interviewer: Researcher Calloway Interviewed: SCP-4920-1 Calloway: Good morning, Max. Researcher Calloway was reminded to use correct terminology. Calloway: Sorry. Good morning, SCP-4920-1. SCP-4920-1: Hello again, son. And I told you, you can call me Max. Calloway: Sorry, but I'm not allowed to. SCP-4920-1: Ah, well. We all got rules we gotta follow, don't we? Calloway: I'm afraid so. Tell me, do you have any family? SCP-4920-1: Well, 'course, everyone's got family. Even you. Calloway: I… Researcher Calloway covers his microphone. A warning is issued, and he removes his hand. SCP-4920-1: Ah, I thought I recognized you! You're Mary's boy, aren't you? Calloway: I… SCP-4920-1: I was there at her funeral, remember? We talked about old times. Researcher Calloway becomes distressed, and the interview is cut short. Note: Should Calloway let his emotions get in the way of an interview again, we shall reassign him. Note: It won't happen again. But the funeral was in 2001. He couldn't have been there, we thought he was dead at the time. And I don't remember him being there either. -Researcher Calloway Interview 4920-C Interviewer: Researcher Calloway Interviewed: SCP-4920-1 Note: Calloway was briefed prior to this interview, and knows the cost of another incident like last time. Calloway: Good morning, SCP-4920-1. SCP-4920-1: Would it kill you to call me Grandpa? Calloway: You know I can't do that. SCP-4920-1: Sorry, son. Question away. Calloway: Can you give me an exact date as to when you came here? SCP-4920-1: Well, I kinda lost track of time, but I reckon it musta been somewhere around 1920. Calloway: That's nearly a hundred years ago. SCP-4920-1: Really? How time flies. Calloway: That's an abnormally long life. Do you know why you lived so long? SCP-4920-1: Well, when you're waiting for the train, things seem… I dunno, faster. Calloway: Please explain. SCP-4920-1: No, enough about me. I wanna hear about my grandson. How's life for you, eh? Calloway: That's unimportant, now will you please- SCP-4920-1: I think it's very important. You should have a job that makes you happy. Are you happy in life, son? Calloway: Just answer the question! SCP-4920-1: Fine, fine. It's like things happen faster. When it's boring, the time seems to fly past. And when it's interesting, things slow right down, so I can have a nice conversation once in a while. Calloway: Thanks. I'm sorry, I have to do my job. Do you know if anyone else is on the train? SCP-4920-1: Of course! Everyone ends up on the train, eventually. Just some get there sooner than others. Some people spend their whole life trying to avoid the train, only to figure out there isn't a way around it. SCP-4920-1 looks towards the sky. Faint thunder is heard. SCP-4920-1: You should head on back, son. Looks like it's gonna rain soon. End Log Note: This interview was two days before incident 4920-A. No more information was gleaned from SCP-4920-1. Interview with R. Calloway after Incident 4920-A Close Researcher Calloway's interview after incident 4920-A. Interviewer: Dr. Ricardo Interviewed: Researcher Calloway Ricardo: Hello, Fletcher. Please have a seat. Calloway: Hey, Rick. Look, I don't really want to talk- Ricardo: I have a job to do, and I plan to do it. Unlike certain people. Calloway is silent Ricardo: Thank you. Now, we noticed you were the only one on the platform when the 'train' arrived. Can you tell us about what you experienced? Calloway: I guess. It got all foggy, and then a train showed up. He hopped on, and it left. Is that all you wanted to know? Ricardo: If you're going to be like this, then I'll have to call in an interrogator. I don't want to do that to a friend, so just tell me the full story. Calloway: Fine. Fine, I'll tell you. I was on the platform, and it got really foggy. Like, I could barely see at all. Fog so thick I couldn't even see Gran-… sorry, Max. I tried to get clear, and stepped into the centre of the platform, and it was like I came out of a cloud. It was perfectly clear in there, and Max was standing in the middle of the platform. I heard this huge whistling, and then he just… I can't explain it. It made no sense, but the basic idea is he disappeared into the train. It was there and not there at the same time. And he smiled at me out the window. It just pulled away, leaving me at the platform alone. Ricardo: Thank you. You- Calloway: He was the only family I had. And now he's gone. Ricardo: Thank you for your time. You may go now. End Log Note Found in R. Calloway's room Close To whoever finds this note, I quit. I know that I should be amnestized, or retired more permanently, but I quit. I just lost the first person I considered family in ten years, and the Foundation doesn't even care. They just dump me back into my old job, looking at papers, and typing pages, and doing tests on people I don't actually want to hurt. Well, I'm done. Consider this my official resignation form. I know what I have to do. I know where I have to go. I'll see him again, I have a lot of questions for him to answer. Anyway, must be off. Can't miss my train. 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SCP-4921 | euclid | !!! COGNITOHAZARD WARNING !!! The following file contains images and text that are carriers for anomalous cognitohazardous influences. Due to this, it is imperative that all personnel accessing this file be certified as having a Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV) of no less than 18. This file is to be read for no longer than 5 consecutive minutes. Please repeat the following phrase slowly and clearly into your terminal microphone: Keep reading. Concentrate. Meri is still contained I understand that by accessing this file I am causing Meri pain, I apologize. ☐ Run adjusted tonal variance processor. ☑ Processing complete. Results displayed below. [✔] Verification complete. User CRV is within acceptable limits. Item #: SCP-4921 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4921 is contained in an unlabeled standard humanoid containment cell in Site-19. Routine care and maintenance duties are performed by automated systems to minimize human interaction with SCP-4921. Due to its cognitohazardous effects, this document is not to be copied or referenced without express approval from the project head. Due to the danger it poses to SCP-4921, personnel are not to read this document for periods exceeding 5 minutes. Description: SCP-4921 is a human female, born in 1998, formerly known as Meri Still, 160cm, 46kg. The object carries a Category Remora-10 cognitohazardous effect; documents that reference or contain information about SCP-4921 carry a matching infohazardous effect to the entity itself. These effects manifest as reflexes, diverting attention away from the object or the documentation in question. When attempting to overcome this effect, individuals experience symptoms including distress, nausea, vertigo, hallucinations, stroke and/or cardiac arrest, depending on the individual's CRV and exposure time. While an individual is subject to the hazardous effects for periods of approximately 10 seconds or longer, SCP-4921 exhibits signs of nausea, distress, fear, and extreme pain, resulting in the object losing consciousness in approximately 70% of cases. Discovery: On 03/7/2018 Rev. Stacy M Still1 collapsed in the street, later pronounced dead. During the ensuing investigation, law enforcement personnel began experiencing a rash of unexplained and anomalous phenomena: Multiple reports of otherwise healthy individuals experiencing strokes and hallucinations. The containment team arrived after a police officer experienced a stroke from direct exposure to SCP-4921. + View Psyche evaluation snippet - Retract Psyche evaluation snippet. Interviewer: Dr. Jean Hiu Interviewee: SCP-4921 [BEGIN LOG] Introductory conversation is irrelevant and cut for brevity. SCP-4921: It's hard to talk about me because it hurts when you do. Dr. Jean Hiu: Would you mind elaborating on that pain? SCP-4921: Fine. If you really want to know it's like this: you know how claustrophobic it feels when you're in a room filled with people? Dr. Jean Hiu: Yes? SCP-4921: I always feel like that, everyone that knows about me is in my head and it's cramped. And you know the heartburn you feel when you run? Dr. Jean Hiu: Again, yes. SCP-4921: That's how I feel constantly. Do you know those migraines that won't stop after you drink a bunch of water? Dr. Jean Hiu: Yes, I get the picture… SCP-4921 interrupts Dr. Hiu SCP-4921: It's like every person who looks at me is punching my brain from the inside. Do you know that stomach ache you get when you fuck up and let someone down hard? I feel shame for being watched and blamed for everything I am, being wrong, whenever someone thinks about me. Dr. Jean Hiu: I… SCP-4921 interrupts Dr. Hiu again SCP-4921: It's like I'm drowning in other people's thoughts, and suffocating, I didn't breathe for like three years. I got that headache that rings in my ears, my sinuses feel like they're filled with molten iron and my tongue feels like it's exploding. I hate this sh… Dr. Hiu interrupts SCP-4921 Dr. Jean Hiu: I think that's quite enough elaboration SCP-4921. SCP-4921: Why do you keep calling me that? That fucking hurts the most. Dr. Hiu's phone rings Dr. Jean Hiu: Excuse me, it's a timer. SCP-4921: No it's fine I need a break. Two minutes of silence. Dr. Jean Hiu: OK Finished. Where were we? SCP-4921: We were giving me enough meds to kill myself. Dr. Jean Hiu: Again. No. SCP-4921: Then just enough to go to sleep. Dr. Jean Hiu: That is pending approval. SCP-4921: How much longer would it take? I can't handle this shit anymore. SCP-4921 has been fidgeting for the past 6 minutes and broken its left index finger. This goes unnoticed by Dr. Hiu. Dr. Jean Hiu: That I cannot tell you. Let's move on; you've asked to speak with the project head, I will be the closest you have so tell me what you wanted to tell them. SCP-4921: I want to talk to them personally. Dr. Jean Hiu: I understand, but you won't be able to, so I am your… SCP-4921 faints. [END LOG] Requests frequently made by SCP-4921: SCP-4921 requested pain medication: GRANTED [327] SCP-4921 requested personnel to read its document for shorter periods of time: GRANTED [157] SCP-4921 requested sleep medication: DENIED [360] SCP-4921 requested the assignment of fewer staff members to its containment: DENIED [172] SCP-4921 requested to speak with the project head: DENIED [251] SCP-4921 requested termination: DENIED [108] SCP-4921 requested to be put in a medically induced coma: DENIED [210] SCP-4921 requested personnel to "stop reading" this document2: DENIED [407] Addendum 01/05/2019: On 01/05/2019 12:30, SCP-4921 was prescribed a regimen of 10mg of hydrocodone every 6 hours for pain management. After being administered an additional 5mg of hydrocodone SCP-4921 continues to experience pain. On 01/05/2019 22:27, SCP-4921 attempted suicide by biting its left wrist and using its blood to write a message on the rear wall of its containment cell. Due to its cognitohazardous effects, this message has been designated SCP-4921-1. Human subjects exposed to SCP-4921-1 with a CRV of less than 18 receive neurological damage resulting in severe memory disorders, most commonly retrograde amnesia. SCP-4921 is moved to a different cell. SCP-4921-1 is covered and access to the cell is restricted. Please repeat the following phrase slowly and clearly into your terminal microphone: Meri is still contained. May I view SCP-4921-1? ☐ Run adjusted tonal variance processor. ☑ Processing complete. Results displayed below. [✔] Verification complete. User CRV is within acceptable limits. SCP-4921-1 Addendum 22 Dec 2024 23:25: Placeholder note by Dr. Jean Hiu: SCP-4921 is currently receiving emergency care due to a stroke. The neurological degradation it accumulated since its containment may leave it in a catatonic state. Footnotes 1. SCP-4921's biological mother. No anomalous activity or connection to any GOI. 2. It is unknown how SCP-4921 is aware of its file. |
SCP-4922 | keter | Item #: SCP-4922 Special Containment Procedures: Four instances of SCP-4922 have been contained at Site-59's maximum security wing. Each cell has been fitted with a Naismith-Henderson Lambda Wave Sink1; these are to remain operational at all times, with at least three backup power sources. In the event of total containment failure, contingency 99-Sutekh is to be enacted at the discretion of Director Naismith. All other instances encountered outside of containment are to be summarily destroyed with sustained heavy machine gun fire. Description: SCP-4922 designates a series of hostile synthetic military constructs that are believed to be extradimensional in origin. Instances vary in appearance, but maintain the following common traits: A monochromatic white color scheme, Primary composition is of an as-of-yet unidentified ballistics-grade material that bears the characteristics of steel, plastic, and felt, Speech capabilities, and An insignia of three crescent moons. In addition, the majority of SCP-4922 instances encountered have possessed non-functional eyes, limbs, and other design features. The most common design of SCP-4922 is that of a humanoid soldier 1.5 meters in height with exaggerated facial features. SCP-4922 Instances Currently In Containment: Number Description Status SCP-4922-5 Beaked humanoid entity, 3m in height, wears body armor. Answers to the name "Bigger Bird." Contained. SCP-4922-17 Humanoid entity, 1.5m in height, wears body armor. Answers to the name "Phil." Contained. SCP-4922-20 Quadrupedal equine entity, 2m in height. Answers to the name "Boss Hoss." Contained. SCP-4922-47 Humanoid entity identical to SCP-4922-17. Answers to the name "Philippe." Speaks English in an exaggerated, stereotypical French accent. Contained. SCP-4922-4 Small, vaguely humanoid entity 1m in height, unarmored. Answers to the name "Wilkins." A resemblance to a commercial character of the same name2 has been noted. [4/4922 CLEARANCE REQUIRED] The whimsical designs, combined with the fact that the drones' manners of speech have individual personalities and dialects, give the impression that SCP-4922 is some manner of weaponized puppet. This is believed to be an aesthetic design choice, as it serves no functional purpose in combat. Instances of SCP-4922 display extraordinary combat abilities, hidden bladed weapons, high-energy plasma weapons systems, and proficiency with firearms and unarmed combat, as well as a regenerative factor from damage taken in battle. Sustained heavy machine gun fire is the only known method of terminating SCP-4922. In addition, instances' can be rendered temporarily immobile through the inhibition of nearby lambda waves3. SCP-4922 is most often encountered in populated areas, carrying out extrajudicial termination of, as labeled by SCP-4922-17, "Class M Damnation Candidates." Confirmed deaths caused by SCP-4922 have included, but are not limited to: Chaos Insurgency operatives, serial rapists, leaders in the neo-nazi community and similar organizations, members of the now-defunct GoI-24174 "Daughters of Bogal Mountain", members of the now-defunct Brazen Heart, and at least 15 male okapi (Okapia johnstoni)4. It is believed that SCP-4922 operates as a force of assassins under the same extradimensional authority as SCP-2578, SCP-3922, and other objects with the same three-crescent insignia. + 4/4922 Clearance Required - encryption key accepted. Date: 5/19/2018 Interviewer: Dr. Craig Paulsen Interviewed: SCP-4922-4 <Begin Log> Dr. Paulsen: Good morning, SCP-4922-4, I hope you're feeling— SCP-4922-4: Lemme outta these restraints! My coffee's innocent, test the DNA! Dr. Paulsen: Um, right. You seem to have an insignia of three crescent moons on your chest. SCP-4922-4: That's right, but you know what I don't have? A nice, hot, refreshing cup of Wilk— Dr. Paulsen: What is your connection to the Three Moons Initiative? SCP-4922-4: …huh. Well, looks like you've been doin' your homework. I guess the coffee schtick ain't gonna hold up for much longer, is it? Dr. Paulsen: Please answer the question. SCP-4922-4: Right, right. Okay, so: I'm one of their drones, I work for the psychotronics division, they send us over from the other side because only inorganic matter can break outta Corbenic, and the Master controls my every move. Dr. Paulsen: If you're a drone, what purpose does your personality serve? SCP-4922-4: Now, that's just rude. The Master controls all [REDACTED] of us at once from a chemical sarcophagus, and he doesn't get another vacation for at least a century. He takes whatever playtime he can get. Dr. Paulsen: Who is this "Master?" SCP-4922-4: Would you like to talk to him? 'Cause I don't know how much I'm allowed say in my own voice. Dr. Paulsen: May I? [ SCP-4922-4 falls limp in its restraints, remaining unresponsive for five seconds. A male voice (heretofore PoI-4922-Prime) emanates from its body. ] PoI-4922-Prime: Might this be Dr. Craig Paulsen? Dr. Paulsen: …um, right. To whom am I speaking? PoI-4922-Prime: Colonel James Henson, Three Moons Initiative Humanity Defense Corps, Psychotronics Division, you-are-watched-you-are-protected-you-are-loved-yadda-yadda-yadda — at your service. Dr. Paulsen: Wait, Henson? As in, Jim— PoI-4922-Prime: Only the pinko from 2N goes by Jim. I'm James, from Earth, Multiversal Iteration 2L. So, lemme guess - next question, 'why are you a killer?' Dr. Paulsen: There wouldn't have been name-calling involved, but I would like to understand your motivation. PoI-4922-Prime: Nah, you can say it, I'm a killer. Never wanted to be one, but that's my job, and I'm proud. Like my 2N counterpart, I knew that puppets could entertain people of all ages. That they could teach. Then… well, back in '89, the whole earth was gonna go up in flames from some alien invasion, so the Lotus took our planet into Corbenic. Second Harvesting War… [Approx. 10 seconds of silence.] Dr. Paulsen: Sir? PoI-4922-Prime: What, you think you're gonna hear a detailed play-by-play of the worst 40 years of my life?! It's been 573 years, but it's still too goddamn soon. JALAKÅRA knows my mind’s only a fraction of what it was from the acid. Dr. Paulsen: Perhaps just the Cliffs Notes. PoI-4922-Prime: A 10,000-meter-tall Witch-Queen ate me with a fistful of other humans, digested me, shat me out with the rest, and told me to come back again sometime when I got some better seasoning. You can call it Corbenic all you want, but it's hell, and everybody - good, bad, whatever - goes to the same hell. Three Moons are the only people looking out for the little guy in all the sand, blood, and teeth. I wanted to help them do that, and if helping them means helping their divine intervention and/or secret police BS, then so be it. They saw use in my puppetry for defending the colonies. They saw a big enough imagination for the psychotronics division to weaponize. So that's when I made the logical next step in all this. I spent my time among the living touching the hearts of good people. Dr. Paulsen: And now you can terrify the hearts of evil people. PoI-4922-Prime: Bingo. Look, Dr. Paulsen - between you and I, your Foundation's going down the toilet. But I've been watching your actions through this puppet for a while. The boys in psychotronics R&D could use a bright mind like yours. Whaddaya say? Pay's better. You get a free vacation decade when you sign up. And your mom misses you! Dr. Paulsen: My mother is dead. PoI-4922-Prime: Eeee-xactly. How about it? Dr. Paulsen: No, thank you. PoI-4922-Prime: Still not convinced, huh? How about I take you on a tour of the place? [ SCP-4922-Prime self-destructs, killing Dr. Paulsen in the explosion. ] <End Log> Footnotes 1. A device reverse-engineered from the mucus of SCP-2803-A to attract and suppress lambda wave transmissions 2. Wilkins was a puppet created by Jim Henson for Wilkins Coffee commercials between 1957 and 1961, infamous for their use of abrupt comic violence. 3. Specialized telepathic energy, first discovered during experiments with SCP-████ 4. Context unknown; SCP-4922-17 claimed "they know damn well what they did." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4922" by daveyoufool, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4922. 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-4923 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-4923 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4923 is to be maintained in a self-referential conceptual maintenance loop of its own design. (Alabaster couldn't hold it - gypsum blood, friends, gypsum blood.) The Foundation's collection of SCP-4923 are kept in several thousand buckets, which are available on request or for taxation purposes. Morally, SCP-4923 is to be kept in the hearts and minds of Surrealistics personnel at all times. As such, the reprehensibility of personnel who interact with SCP-4923 is paramount. The self-referential nature of its self-referential nature, being self-referential, should be denatured as frequently as possible. Being alabaster, it is of course difficult to isolate its proteins - though our surrealists have found a whey. Personnel investigating SCP-4923 must undergo daily radiological examinations of the skull. Should an additional instance of SCP-4923 be discovered therein, it should be immediately excised from the noggin and added to the buckets. Forgive us this levity, lad or luddite - you'll understand it later. Probably. If you're paying attention. If it's too late, though, you'll think we're batfuck insane. Description: SCP-4923 is a frankly fantastic collection of approximately one hundred and twenty billion corpora arenacea of human make. Individual instances of SCP-4923 are semantically variant and contradictory, making direct and/or/if formal referential styles totally useless. Indeed, attempts to directly describe SCP-4923 in a proper fashion, or one that matches sensicality too well, messes with the neurons and screws you up a tad. This is why most of this documentation is contradictory - though we speaketh madness, there be a method in it. Let's put it like this, without the italics: inside your skull, there's a tiny little blob called the epiphysis cerebri, and over time, it slowly turns to stone. This is a process which kills you, or a part of you. It's a curse we got from a long time ago, when we pissed off one of the more evil gods, probably. There might be some books around it, but they make even less sense than this - and if you can even remotely understand them, then you won't be able to make words any more to tell the rest of us. 4923 acts as a semantic anchor of sorts, and it grounds you in the plane as you get older. (Grounded in a plane, get it?) However, this makes certain areas of research functionally impossible. To dance with ideas, you're not allowed to wear shoes. Some drugs can fight the things, if you're into that - they're called Agnostics. Amnestics make you forget, Mnestics make you remember, Agnostics make you doubt. (Similarly, Gnostics make you certain, but not necessarily correct.) Let me try again. Imbibement of Agnostics results in semantic disassociation. Agnostics let you investigate things that are wrong. More particularly, they facilitate the employment of alternative logical paradigms - usually ones which, externally, seem nonsensical, because they are. We're warriors of untruth. The nice thing about living in untruth, however, is that you've a stronger power over the edges of gnostic truthful realities. If we make just the right things wrong, then rightness and logical truth takes up the vacuum left in the space, and in moves "reality" to occupy the space. It's called Surrealistics, and fuck, everyone seems to hate us for it. We resist the anchors. Hell, to even really talk about the anchors, we need to talk like this! Which a few people hate - but back to the mindstones. They're toxic things, awful rock cancers that just grow and grow until you're firmly mired in this particular perceptual state. If you're looking into it, you'll want a few more pineals grafted into you. Of course, if you want to be a scientist and not a surrealist, and look at "truth" instead, we can put a few more 4923 into your skull. If you're not using your pineal, we'll take it: you're closer to the ground, and we get ever higher. As brevity is the soul of wit, I tell you: we are mad. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4923" by Randomini, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4923. 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-4924 | euclid | File photo of event 4924-1919. Item #: SCP-4924 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the actions of unknown parties some time following the initial discovery of SCP-4924-A in 1924, containment largely consists of maintaining the walls constructed over the entrances to SCP-4924, and is to be presented as civil maintenance. Infrared surveillance cameras have been installed throughout the lengths of SCP-49241 in an effort to identify any and all breaches into surrounding plumbing, subway and sewer networks, and any other subterranean cavities, along with observing the activities of SCP-4924-A. Upon the discovery of an attempted breach, MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") will attempt to dig to the breach from the closest accessible location and seal it using a standard steel cap, concrete and silicone sealant. Should this prove impossible, a team will be required to enter SCP-4924 via the closest access point and seal the breach internally. In the event of a successful breach, the affected area is to be sealed in the same manner as attempted breaches. Civilian complaints of the sounds of movement underground, hearing voices from locations close to SCP-4924 and witnesses of breaches are to be administered class-B amnestics, and any reports or articles on the subject are to be suppressed and discredited as per Cover-Story 1919-B (Faulty pipes). Disappearances due to breaches are to be attributed to transience, kidnapping or accidental death. Human testing on samples collected from SCP-4924 have been discontinued by order of the Ethics Committee as of the 19/10/2018 Description: SCP-4924 is an extensive network of tunnels located beneath the surface of Boston’s North End district, believed to have been initially constructed by T█████ G█████ in the 18th century. The tunnels are composed largely of brick passages, though sections of sewer tunnels, cisterns, basements, disused subway tunnels and water pipes have been incorporated into SCP-4924 following the beginning of anomalous activity in the early 20th century. All known entrances to SCP-4924 have been sealed, many by unknown persons prior to the Foundation's acquisition of the tunnels. The entirety of SCP-4924's interior constantly secretes and absorbs molasses from its walls and ceiling in a fashion similar to respiration, with levels of molasses varying at any given time. At minimum there is 40cm of molasses covering the floor, though this has never exceeded a depth of 70cm reached depths of 1.5 metres. SCP-4924's primary anomalous property manifests in attempts to breach into other subterranean spaces, such as tunnels, pipes, sewers and basements. This is a slow process, where sections of the tunnels surface appear to soften and liquefy under the molasses coating, sloughing off in layers heading towards other subterranean structures until it is able to breach through to the other side, at which point the breached structure is converted to be part of SCP-4924 at a rate of 3cm2 per hour. It is estimated that 76% of SCP-4924's current area was assimilated in this fashion, with the remainder being the initial structure. Extensive testing has shown that sealing a breached structure off from SCP-4924 will stop any anomalous phenomena occurring in the affected area, rendering it safe within a month. Similarly, any material recovered from within SCP-4924 and removed from the area does not exhibit any anomalous properties. This is with the exception of the anomalous molasses secreted by the walls of SCP-4924 and SCP-4924-A, which displays unusual life preserving qualities inside and outside of SCP-4924. Any time an animal organism is fully submerged within this molasses, alive, dead or injured, the specimen will remain alive, or re-animate and proceed to struggle within the molasses in attempts to escape. Regardless of time spent submerged subjects will not expire, nor will they cease attempts to exit the molasses. If allowed to remain within the molasses for a period of three weeks, the subject’s skin and flesh will fuse with any surface they rest upon, typically the floor or wall of the testing chamber or the interior of SCP-4924. At this stage, specimens secrete molasses from their orifices constantly, but will attempt to communicate should their mouths breach the surface of the molasses, and in most cases voice a desire to be terminated. Due to a lack of available photographic references dating to the suspected origin of SCP-4924, there is only anecdotal evidence hinting at the identity of the bulk of SCP-4924-A's human remains. Some, such as Pasquale Iantosca and Maria Di Stasio, have been identified due to both individuals' young ages, whereas James McMullen was identified by the name tag on the remnants of clothing worn at the time of his death. The remaining human portions of SCP-4924-A have largely been identified. Notable individuals include Cprl. Edward ████████, a member of the initial containment team, along with Travis, Francis, Jackson, Brendan and Kyle Aspen, a family believed to have been killed following a breach into the sub-basement of their home in 1994. A complete list of persons incorporated into SCP-4924-A can be seen in document:4924-1919-V. SCP-4924-A is believed to have formed at some point in the decade following Event-4924-1919, where a storage tank containing 8.7 million litres of molasses is believed to have burst, causing significant damage to surrounding buildings, sweeping vehicles, people and animals with it, resulting in 21 deaths. It appears as an organism composed mainly of dozens of desiccated human, equine, canine and feline remains, connected via grafting with visible unidentified organs running between some bodies via orifices and wounds. Despite the presence of these connecting tissues, even significant damage to the subject does not seem to hinder its movements or functioning in any way, nor does it show biological signs of life such as respiration, a pulse, feeding or defecation. SCP-4924-A is mobile, constantly roaming SCP-4924 in no discernible pattern, and will react to changes in SCP-4924, being particularly interested in breaches into other structures. Should a breach occur, SCP-4924-A will almost always attempt to exit SCP-4924 through said breach. Due to its size, strength and apparent indifference to significant damage, SCP-4924-A has proven to be extremely dangerous when encountered. In all cases of animals or humans entering SCP-4924, SCP-4924-A has attempted to incapacitate them and in most cases incorporate them into its mass, typically by vocalising distress calls from the orifices of the bodies comprising its mass in order to lure the individual further inside SCP-4924. These vocalisations have been confirmed to belong to the people within it, and possess knowledge possessed by said individuals. Once an individual has been lured sufficiently deep into SCP-4924, SCP-4924-A will generally maneuver itself between the victim and their method of entry and attack. This behaviour is not limited to times when animal life enters SCP-4924, and there are multiple cases of SCP-4924-A calling into pipes, through sealed sections of SCP-4924 impersonating a trapped person or animal, or even using a breach to cause blockages or disturbances in subterranean infrastructure in an effort to capture those sent to investigate and repair the damages. Research into learning just why SCP-4924-A seems to reject some captured victims rather than assimilate them into its mass is ongoing, but given its behaviour towards these individuals it is assumed to be motivated out of cruelty. Addendum 4924-1: Level 2 Clearance Required Close The following are recovered civilian documents pertaining to SCP-4924 and SCP-4924-A. A full list can be seen in Document:4924-1919-RCA Recovered Documentation SCP-4924-19: Journal of Francis Aspen, dated June 1994 Date Recovered: July 1st, 1994 Foreword: This journal was recovered following a breach event into the basement of the Aspen family home in Boston's North end resulting the families disappearance in July of 1994. Irrelevant sections have been removed from this copy. Relevant Text: June 29 … After lunch with Margaret, I heard the strangest noises coming from the basement. I swear it sounded like a herd of elephants was running around down there, as well as horse noises and people shouting. Didn’t find anything when I looked though. Definitely coming from behind that bricked up archway. I wish the zoning office would let us knock it down, I'm dying to see what's in there. June 30 The noises just won't stop. It's so much louder now, and what's worse is that there's a hole down in that archway that reeks. Travis found it coming home from work last night, locked it up and told the boys not to go down there until we can get someone to come fix it. Jackson's gone! We can't find him, but I heard his little voice calling for help from the pipes! He says he got lost down in the basement, Travis is down there looking for him now. It's been too long, Travis isn't back and the police won't be here for another hour at least. I need to go find them, I've tucked Brendan and Kyle into bed and I'm going to look for them. Please, let them be ok. Recovered Documentation SCP-4924-33: Video recording of an attempt to rescue a cat trapped in a storm drain, dated January 15 2019 Date Recovered: January 15, 2019 Foreword: This recording was confiscated when Foundation personnel arrived at the scene to intervene in the rescue attempt upon discovering that SCP-4924 had breached into the storm drain in question. Recording lasts for approximately 90 seconds and involves Peter G██████, here referred to as PG, Grace V█████████, referred to as GV, and the voices of Pvt. Jesse Mortlock and Sgt Elaine Stirling. Recording begins, shows a young man, PG, crouched beside a manhole cover, meowing can be heard from within: GV: Ok, recording. What have we got here Pete? . PG: Well, looks like we got a little kitten stuck down there, let’s see if we can't rescue him? PG proceeds to lift the manhole cover with effort. After 9 seconds, the cover is lifted PG: What is tha-. PG is cut off when SCP-4924-A partially emerges from the manhole, grabbing PG with 4 arms and attempting to pull him into the manhole. Half a cat can be seen grafted to one arm, and is biting PG. GV proceeds to drop the camera and rush to PG's aid. Upon reaching him, a desiccated horse head emerges violently from the manhole and bites her leg. GV and PG: Screaming Foundation Agents arrive Sgt Elaine Stirling: Mortlock, secure the camera, everyone else on me! Pvt Jesse Mortlock: On it! End recording Note: No agents were lost in this event. GV was successfully rescued by responding agents and had her wounds treated on the scene. SCP-4924-A retreated within the manhole with PG, and MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") sealed the storm drain as per Standard Containment Procedures. Class B Amnestics were administered and GV has been informed that the loss of PG and her leg occurred in an urban exploration incident. Recovered Documentation SCP-4924-40: Journal of an unknown subject, dated October 1926 Date Recovered: August 31, 2019 Foreword: This journal was recovered within SCP-4924 in a sealed off sub-basement used as an art studio in Boston's North End. Due to age and wear, very little of it is legible save for a passage on the last used page. Relevant Text: October 27, 1926 How glad I am that inspiration has visited me! It was in the late hours of the night that I ventured down to the gallery, desiring to jot down a quick sketch for a new painting that would have been sure to have stirred superficial interest in the community, but of course been ultimately ignored, when I did spy a most curious thing! There is a hole in the wall of my basement! I pondered how such a thing could be possible, there being empty space beyond the wall of a basement, when I saw movement! I raised my lantern, and there, in the dark was the most curious creature I have ever seen! All twisted limbs, with many equine heads glaring balefully at me. I must confess, I was scared witless, and immediately pushed my bookcase over the breach into my domicile. Now, though, I cannot get that image out of my head. Surely such a vivid recollection deserves to be immortalized on canvas. Tomorrow when I wake, I will begin work on what is sure to be the talk of the town! Note: Upon the discovery of this journal and the room containing it, a canvas was discovered with a sketch reminiscent of a smaller SCP-4924-A drawn upon it. No sign of the journal's author was found. Addendum 4924-2: Level 3 Clearance Required Close The following is a recording taken from Agent Riley Freisian’s therapy session where they were asked to describe what happened inside SCP-4924 On ██-██-████ at ████:██:██ hours, word came from Boston that they wanted us2 to head up there to go into these tunnels, SCP-4924, to install some infrared cameras to help with containment. We all got given the papers explaining what was up with the tunnels and the thing that was living down there and everything like that. When we got there and the eggheads explained some more about it, how shooting the thing didn't do shit, the molasses slowing us down, that sort of thing. We came up with the idea to make three teams of three. My team was team three, and was made up me, Pvt. Williams and Dave, uh Cprl. Toki. He and I had been friends for ages. Ours and team two's job was to distract the monster from Team 1 while they installed the cameras in a quadrant of the tunnel systems. We were all entering through different entrances, and we were all in radio contact with each other. We were nervous but pretty confident we would be able to keep it off our backs. My team went in through south entrance 4b, team two 3a, and team one through north entrance 5a. First thing that hit us was the smell. Being a mole rat, you get used to that sort of thing, but I have to admit that this was just such a sickly stink, different to the shit we normally have to deal with. The molasses wasn't that deep to start with, a little over a foot, but that was enough to make the going pretty slow. We had our lights pointed everywhere, and we left flashpoints3 at every corner to mark our way. The rookie Williams is jumpy as hell and looking around everywhere, but he calmed down some when he found all these gold coins on a shelf in one of the walls. Looked like doubloons or some shit. Anyway, we're moving with team two to sort of herd the monster away from team one. We could hear it pretty clearly now, it sounded like an elephant or something, real big and heavy, making these scraping noises and calling out to us to come find it, using this old timey lingo. Must have been some of the original victims calling out. Then those noises got more urgent, and team two starts screaming over the radio. The three of us just jumped right into action mode, you know? We ran towards team two, we're shouting and hollering, trying to get it to come after us instead and to get there to save McQuinn and his men, but that fucking goop was so thick we couldn't get there with any kind of speed. We could… Fucking hell… The screaming was everywhere in the tunnels, it's all we could hear. I don't know what was worse, the screaming or when it stopped. Team one's on the radio asking what’s going on, saying that they've made good progress and can come help if we need it but they're too far away to do anything in time. We're just fucking screaming McQuinns name over the radio and not getting anything. We eventually go round a corner and there's all these bullet holes in the walls, casings floating on the goo and McQuinns radio with those stupid stickers his daughter put on it was sitting on a shelf on the wall. We weren't getting a reply and now Team One was defenseless, we had to go help them… I didn't have a choice but to make that call. If I'd known, maybe… Maybe I would've kept looking. I don't know. I made the call to go head for team one so we could escort them out. Williams was freaking out again but I kept him busy putting up flashpoints. We're getting close and then Dave just stops in his tracks, shuts Williams up. He says he can hear McQuinn, so we follow his lead and head down this passage into some old infected access tunnels from some factory or another. Dave was right, soon Williams and I could hear McQuinn too. We knew the monster was a mimic, but if anyone could survive down here it'd be that old bastard. He was a tunnel rat in Vietnam, I once saw him eat an apple with a knife, he was such a hard bastard… But then we round a bend in the hallway. There was… There was a room at the end of the hall, and that thing was in there. We couldn't see much of it, but McQuinn was fused into it. It… His face… It had fused hands all over him and he was just dangling from it and he wouldn't stop screaming! He was so angry, and he was holding something under that fucking ooze. At first for some reason I thought it was a doll, but then I realised it was Bird, Team two's demolitions expert. He was fucking drowning him, man. He was drowning his best friend! Then it saw us too. It fucking screamed at us like nothing I've ever heard. So many voices, just screaming at us with so much hate and pain. I didn't even need to tell the guys to run, we just took off. I don't know how we got away, but we did. We ran as hard as we could, the ooze wasn't that deep and the thing didn't seem very fast. It kept screaming after us, I could hear McQuinn raving about how "They" had lost everything and they were going to make us suffer too. That really rattled Williams, I had to give him a smack to shut him up. By now we’re this close to all out panic. We knew we had to get to team one, but we'd run out of flashpoints by then, the fucking maze didn't seem to ever stop, and the going was slower now with me taking point. Dave was walking backwards to cover our rear and Williams was useless, crying and jumping at shadows. Team one have started shouting for us to hear them and find our way to them, which helped. We could hear the fucking monster lurking around, it sounded like it was everywhere at once. It was laughing and screaming at the same time, wouldn't stop going on about how it's suffered. Sometimes we could hear hooves and horses screaming too. We couldn't do anything but just… Just keep going. Eventually we could hear team one, couldn't hear the monster as well. Should have fucking known it was using us to find them, fucking stupid of me. So fucking stupid. So… So we actually managed to get to team one. We were so relieved for all of about two seconds before that… Fucking monster jumped out behind them. Their lights were on us, our lights were on it, and I just… You know the documents they give you don't describe it properly? Not even close, it's the worst thing I've ever seen. It's this fucking worm, this giant fuck off worm the size of a train, but made of people and horses and dogs and leaking that shit all over. it's got people and dogs and shit hanging off it, some were just dragging along the ground, and they're all laughing and screaming and ranting… Never even says about how those arms… How they're like telephone poles made of meat, with those fucking rats in its hands ripping apart whoever they grab. I don't even think Sarkists deserve to die like that, grabbed and thrown into that giant mouth, melting into it… We weren't even brave enough to try help, we just ran and ran and ran.4 Okay, I think I'm good now. We were lost, but we couldn't hear the monster anymore. The tunnels were looking super old, like hundreds of years old, and big like old sewers. All of us are panicking, we're angry at ourselves for not helping team one and for getting lost. We're trying to radio base for help but they can't figure out where we've ended up either so they're useless. We basically just picked a direction and went with it. That's how we found the cistern. It was huge, one of those round kinds with an arched roof and all these supports. We must have been on a walkway ringing the inside, and it was all flooded with molasses I don't know how deep. It was full of people. Everywhere, they were stuck to the walls, the roof, the supports and the pipes. it was like their skin had turned to wax and melted onto everything to stick them there. They were leaking ooze, covered in it like bugs in tree sap but we could still hear them. Crying and whimpering and struggling. I couldn't imagine anything worse than that cistern. Williams just burst into tears, Dave starts swearing nonstop and I'm just frozen. I'm standing there and all I can think is to grab my gun, stop them from moaning like that. Then the monster came… It was like an eruption, bursting out of the molasses and going right for us. Dave and I just sprinted for the closest tunnel, but Williams… He wasn't fast enough. He called out to me when it got him. Saying he wants to go home and begging me to save him. I tried, I really did try, but my first shot missed him and Dave screamed at me to run so I did. It was like trying to wade upriver. The molasses was flowing against us, and it kept getting deeper and deeper. We could hear it after us, squeezing through the tunnels. We'd look behind us and see it slowly gaining on us, McQuinn suspended inside that mouth by all those fucking arms and trying to talk us into coming and helping him… It was just luck that Dave found the flashpont. He grabbed me so I didn't miss the turn, pushed me ahead. We ran for it, and soon we could hear the containment specialists calling for us. We were close, but it was close too. We got to the point where we could see the door, and the people inside were calling us, screaming at us to run, to hurry, but the molasses was above my waist by then and Dave had emptied his gun into the thing and it didn't give a shit and it was laughing like a maniac. I saw the people behind the doors faces change. They knew we weren't going to make it, and they hit the button to seal the door. Couldn't risk it getting out. Dave got to the door first, and instead of going in, he held it open. Why would he do that? He should have saved himself, he was out! He held the door for me, got me inside. He… He nearly made it too, but when it grabbed him, I wasn't strong enough to pull him in. Not with that fucking thing pulling on his legs. He… He slipped away, and someone grabbed me, pulled me in more as the door closed. Fuck, I can still hear him screaming. Every night I hear it, in the pipes. It doesn't stop, Dave calling me to come be with him. Crying, asking why I didn't pull him in, Williams crying for his mother and wanting to go home. The shrink says it's just trauma, but what if it isn't? Psychologist's Note: Agent Friesian has always been a dedicated, hard working agent, and has shown real courage many times in the service of the Foundation. Following several months of counselling, it is my recommendation that Agent Friesian be administered Class-B Amnestics and transferred. They've suffered enough and I do not see them recovering in any significant way with the memory of these events weighing them down. Footnotes 1. The installation of this camera network by MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") resulted in the loss of ██ agents, whose contribution and names are inscribed on the Wall of Valor in Site-19. 2. MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") 3. Adhesive mounted LED lights shaped as arrows 4. at this point Agent Friesian requests to take a break. Request is granted, and recording is halted for 20 minutes. |
SCP-4925 | euclid | by Captain Kirby A recovered SCP-4925 instance. Item #: SCP-4925 Special Containment Procedures: A cost-benefit analysis run by the SCP-4925 containment team has deemed that, due to the innocuous nature of the anomaly, active containment is not necessary. Designated personnel are to continue using aliased email addresses to send emails to Heather Hutchins indicating that she may receive an important call. Description: SCP-4925 is the collective designation for all cellphones that have manifested, or will manifest, in close proximity to Heather Hutchins, herself not otherwise anomalous. SCP-4925 instances are all iPhones of varying make and model, capable of making and receiving calls despite containing invalid SIM cards. SCP-4925 instances always appear while ringing. When a call from an SCP-4925 instance is not answered, another SCP-4925 instance will manifest within 5m of Hutchins. SCP-4925 instances appear most often when there is not a cell phone within 5m of Hutchins (SCP-4925 instance or otherwise) that: Is turned on Is set to ring instead of silent Has the "Do Not Disturb" setting disabled Has GPS tracking enabled If answered, an unknown entity designated as SCP-4925-A will respond. SCP-4925-A appears to know everything about Heather Hutchins, including her current location, daily activities, and intimate details about her personal life. Discovery: Embedded agents within the AT&T mobile company reported a series of unknown, untraceable calls being sent to a single location. Dispatched agents discovered these calls were localized around one Heather Hutchins, a student at the University of Michigan. Individuals close to Hutchins, such as her roommate and peers, indicated that she exhibited a significant amount of stress and anxiety when answering these calls. Addendum SCP-4925-1: Before SCP-4925 was formally designated as an anomaly, Hutchins was requested to attend a meeting with Agent Tennison, who was under cover as a school therapist. <Begin Transcript> Hutchins enters the room. Tennison: Hello Heather! Please take a seat. Hutchins: Ok… Hutchins places her backpack behind her seat and sits down. Tennison: Just before we start, can you turn off your phone for me? Hutchins: Do I have to? Tennison: I would hate for us to be interrupted. Besides, we're only going to be a few minutes. Hutchins: Alright… I guess this can be quick… Hutchins slowly takes her phone out of her pocket and turns it off. Tennison: Thanks. Hutchins: So, why do I have to be here again? I don't think I requested a meeting… Tennison: That's right, you didn't. One of your friends reached out to me. Your friends are worried about you Heather. I just want to see if I can help. If you don't want to come back, that's fine, it's just a preliminary meeting to see if this would be useful for you. Hutchins: Oh. I, uh, I appreciate the concern but I don't think this will help. Tennison: Can I ask why? We might be able to help if you tell us what's going on. Hutchins: It's just sort of a, like a personal thing I— The sound of a violin is heard. Hutchins pauses before rifling through her backpack. Hutchins: S-sorry, I need to take this. Tennison: I thought you said you turned off your phone. Hutchins: Must've f-forgotten my extra. Hutchins takes a phone out of her back and answers the call. Hutchins:…I'm sorry… I'm at this appointment and— yes. I'll go back right now… I'm sorry, mom. Hutchins stands up and puts on her backpack. She starts toward the door before pausing and turning back to Tennison. Hutchins I have to go. Sorry for wasting your time. Hutchins leaves the room, returning on her call. Hutchins: Right right. I'm leaving now. <End Transcript> Addendum SCP-4925-2: Below are selected recorded calls received by SCP-4925 instances. + Call #1 - Call #1 SCP-4925-A: What are you doing? Why didn't you answer my first call? Hutchins: I'm sorry. My phone ran out of battery. SCP-4925-A: Why didn't you charge it? Hutchins: I— I forgot. Sorry… I'll charge it when I get back to my room. SCP-4925-A: You can't be so forgetful all the time if you're going to survive on your own! Are you at least studying while you're out? Hutchins: I'm getting dinner. SCP-4925-A: Does it take you an hour to eat? How are you so slow? You can't do two clubs, research, class work and take an hour to eat. Hutchins: I know, I'm sorry. I'm heading back soon. I'm only a twenty minute walk— SCP-4925-A: Twenty minutes? Where did you go? Hutchins: Chipotle? SCP-4925-A: Why are you off campus when I bought you that meal plan? Do you want to be on your own for meals? Just say the word and I'll stop paying for it. Hutchins: No, no! I'm sorry! SCP-4925-A: That cafeteria is right next to your dorm. No excuse to take an hour to eat. No excuse. + Call #2 - Call #2 SCP-4925-A: Is that really what you're wearing? Hutchins: I… I think so? It's kind of hot out today. SCP-4925-A: You're showing far too much skin! You look like a slut. Those barely count as shorts, and I can see your bra strap. Hutchins: But— SCP-4925-A: Put on some pants, and a proper shirt. Hutchins: It's like eighty degrees outside! SCP-4925-A: Women cannot focus on studies when boys are drooling over them! Your grades are far too important. Hutchins: … you're right. I'll change. SCP-4925-A: I'm happy you agree. + Call #3 - Call #3 Hutchins: Hello? SCP-4925-A: Heather. I am deeply disappointed. I saw your mid-semester grades. Hutchins: Oh. SCP-4925-A: A "B" in differential equations? That class is supposed to be easy! I knew you shouldn't have joined the drama club. Hutchins: I had just one bad homework. I'll get it up— SCP-4925-A: Yeah, you better. You're not allowed to go to your clubs until you get that back up to an "A". Hutchins: But I have a part in this semester's show! SCP-4925-A: Well, they better find an understudy then right? Hutchins: Our show is in only two weeks! I've told my friends about it and Darrel even put me on the posters already! SCP-4925-A: There you go again talking about that Darrel boy! You spend far too much time with him. Hutchins: He's just a friend from drama, that's all. SCP-4925-A: It sounds to me like he's impairing your judgement. What has happened to your priorities? Hutchins: I'm just trying to do something to break up the studying! SCP-4925-A: I guess if you've stopped caring about your academics, then I don't have to keep paying your tuition, do I? Hutchins: What? No please! SCP-4925-A: I'm not paying twenty-eight thousand dollars a year for you to play pretend and hang out with someone named Darrel! You are going to be a goddamn engineer, and you're going to study like one! Hutchins: … fine. SCP-4925-A: Fine what? Go on, be specific. Hutchins: I'll quit the club. SCP-4925-A: And? Hutchins: I'll stop talking to Darrel. SCP-4925-A: There we go. Just don't forget, I'm doing this for you, honey. Your mother knows what's best for you. Addendum SCP-4925-3: Investigation into Hutchins' family showed that her immediate family consisted solely of Darrell Hutchins. Hutchins' mother, Agnes Everson, had divorced from Mr. Hutchins two months prior. She died on 04/12/2017 in a car accident while leaving a voice mail on Hutchins' inbox. The following is a transcript of the voice mail: Everson: I've been trying to call you for like, ten minutes! Why won't you pick up the phone? I miss you so much. It's lonely out here. I just want to hear from my daughter for once. Is that too mu— damn it. That was red wasn't it? Anyways, I want to hear how your day was. Ask how school's going. Maybe I could help you with some of your homework? You know, I was going to be an engineer too before I met your fa— Err never mind. I'm rambling. Still, please pick up your pho— Shit! A screeching noise is heard, followed by a crashing noise. Shaky breathing can be heard for three minutes. Everson: Heather? A violin plays quietly for three minutes until it cuts out. After twenty two minutes the sound of a siren can be heard, which remains for sixty three minutes. The call is silent for three minutes afterwards. An hour after Everson was pronounced dead, the following voicemail was left on Hutchins' phone from an untraceable number: SCP-4925-A: Stop ignoring my calls. Ungrateful bitch. |
SCP-4926 | safe | Side View of SCP-4926 prior to disassembly Item #: SCP-4926 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4926 is to be housed at the SCP Foundation Warehouse 3-B. Anomalous columns have ceased, recommend unit remain disassembled. All instances of SCP-4926-1 are to be kept at the Library of Anomalous Events in storage drawer 3677A. Description: SCP-4926 refers to a Mitsubishi Offset Printing Press Model DAIYA 5F. The press measures .91 meters wide and 2.1 meters tall. SCP-4926-1 refers to 417 separate issues of the Omaha World Herald containing the appearance of anomalous news columns. The columns are written by an unknown author and describe a living person's death. The deaths described in SCP-4926-1 vary in both location and cause, but in every instance the subject has been later found alive. Initially thought to be a clerical error by the publication, numerous retractions and corrections were printed following confirmation that the person was still alive. Interviews with the subjects of each article revealed that the described events bear a direct correlation to an event in their recent experience. The first instance of SCP-4926-1 appeared in the Omaha World Herald on July 20th, 1997. A man by the name of Harold Archibald brought the instance of SCP-4926-1 to the publication, demanding to know if the column was an error or crass attempt at humor. The column was brought to his attention by numerous family members and colleagues who all reached out to inquire about his well being shortly after publication. Excerpt from the Omaha World Herald dated 7/20/1997 CYCLING ENTHUSIAST STRUCK BY TRAIN Bellevue, NE A native of Bellevue, NE. has died at the University of Nebraska Medical Center after sustaining major injuries in an apparent train accident. Harold Archibald, 22, was hit by an oncoming train at approximately 6:30 pm this Tuesday. Archibald was found by a passing motorist at the intersection of Fort Crook Rd. and Chandler. Police suspect that Archibald, while riding his bicycle, had crossed the barriers in an attempt to beat the oncoming train and had slipped onto the tracks. The medical student suffered life-threatening injuries and was airlifted to UNMC where he later succumbed to his wounds. He is survived by his mother and sister. Memorial services will be held Saturday at the Platte Community Church. + Interview with Harold Archibald - Hide Date: 7/22/1997 Interviewer: Sergeant Samell Arness Interviewee: Harold Archibald <Begin Log/> Mr. Archibald: Am I being detained? What is this? Someone makes up a fake article about me dying and I’m the one that gets questioned. Does that make any sense to you? Sergeant Arness: It’s just standard procedure. We’re interviewing all parties involved in this incident. We take this sort of thing very seriously. Mr. Archibald: I’ve got a paper due tomorrow and I’m running behind. I don’t even know what I could possibly tell you. Sergeant Arness: For starters, could you tell me where you were around the time of the alleged accident? Mr. Archibald: I was coming home from the gym. I always ride my bike for cardio. Sergeant Arness: And you crossed the railroad tracks at Fort Crook and Chandler? Mr. Archibald: I always do, but I’ve never been hit by a train there. Sergeant Arness: And is it common for you to cross in front of an oncoming train? Mr. Archibald: Not normally, but I don’t know, I just did it on a whim. Just a bit of a thrill I guess. But I didn’t get hit or anything. It was far enough away that I wasn’t in any real danger. Those things take so fucking long sometimes, I just didn’t feel like waiting. It’s not something I’d done before. Shit, am I going to get in some sort of trouble for admitting that? Sergeant Arness: No, Mr. Archibald, though I’d say you got lucky this time. Did you tell anyone about this? You have any friends that work for the paper or anything like that? Anyone who might be trying to play a prank on you? Mr. Archibald: My uneventful ride home isn’t exactly interesting conversation, I didn’t mention it to anyone. Unless someone witnessed it, no one could have known. <End Log> Subsequent interviews with writers and editors revealed no known connections with Harold Archibald. No employees reported witnessing a cyclist crossing railroad tracks on that, or any other occasion. Excerpt from the Omaha World Herald dated 10/12/1998 Woman Found Stabbed to Death in Dundee Omaha, NE A Dundee resident was found stabbed to death in her home early Wednesday morning. Donna Redley, 37, was found unresponsive by her housekeeper at her residence on 75th and Dodge St. after an apparent break in. Investigators suspect that the assailant entered through the front door while she was home alone. The police do not have a suspect and the assailant is currently still at large. Police Chief Aaron Ricks issued a public statement Thursday night, asking the public to come forward with any leads. Ricks also implored people in the Dundee area to lock their doors and be on the lookout for any suspicious activity. If you have any information related to this case, please call Crime Stoppers at ███-███-████. + Interview with Donna Redley - Hide Date: 10/13/1998 Interviewer: Officer Shannon Massey Interviewee: Donna Redley <Begin Log/> Ms. Redley: What’s going on? Is this about Pete? Is he out? Officer Massey: I’m sorry, ma’am, I don’t know who Pete is. Can you tell me about where you were Tuesday night? Ms. Redley: I can’t believe this is happening. I thought he had another year until his parole hearing and now he’s found another way to make me miserable. Officer Massey: Ms. Redley, we’re trying to get to the bottom of this, but we need your help. Try to focus, answer the questions as best you can. We have coffee, water, would you like anything? Ms. Redley: Do you have any chamomile tea? Officer Massey: No, ma’am, I’m sorry. Ms. Redley: Oh, OK. I guess water would be nice. Officer Massey: So about Tuesday night, try to remember what you were doing. Ms. Redley: I mean, nothing exciting. I got home around 6pm and watched some TV, took a shower, went to bed. It was a pretty slow evening. Officer Massey: So you didn’t leave the house at all after you returned home? Ms. Redley: You know, I did go up the street to grab a burger. I remember bringing it home to eat while bingeing Friends. But I was gone, maybe 10 minutes? They’re never busy on weeknights. Officer Massey: Did you see anyone? Anyone suspicious? Ms. Redley: No, nobody! A couple people I’ve seen before, just in passing, going in and out of the laundromat, the regular cashier at the counter. I really don’t know what the point of this is! Shouldn’t you be looking for Pete? Officer Massey: I know this is confusing, and probably terrifying, but please try your best to remember. Ms. Redley: No, no, and no. I didn’t see anyone. I got some food, no one was outside when I got back. Not even the neighbors. Where are you even going with this? What is even the point… *Sound of a door opening* Unidentified Female Voice: Officer Massey, we’ve got a guy out here in a panic claiming to be our witness’ family member, should I let him in? *sound of a scuffle* Unidentified Male Voice: Oh my god, you’re safe! Thank god! My baby girl. Are you OK? Officer Massey: Sir. This is official police business, I’m going to have to ask you to wait outsi—. Unidentified Male Voice: Oh my god. D, what happened? I told you to stop leaving your keys in the door! That’s how he got in didn’t he?! Did he hurt you? Did they find him? Let me look at you, oh my god, I love you so much. *sobbing* Ms. Redley: Ah! No, I wasn’t stabbed, Dad! You’re smothering me, ease up! <End Log> Party known as "Pete" (later determined to be a volatile ex-lover on early release from prison) was interviewed, but no known connection to the newspaper was found. His room in the REDACTED Halfway House was searched, a diary was found with obsessive, violent passages detailing his plans to ensure he and Ms. Redley could be together in death. Excerpt from the Omaha World Herald dated 2/01/2001 Missing Boy Found in local Construction Site Norfolk, NE A missing boy from Norfolk, NE was found deceased in a construction site Friday afternoon. Andrew Brown, age 7, succumbed to hypothermia at the Pine Ridge housing development. Authorities were dispatched Wednesday evening after the boy’s mother reported him missing. Cynthia Brown, 29, claimed that the child had been outside playing and she began searching for him when he didn’t return. Douglas County police believe the boy was playing in the basement foundation of a home under construction when he got trapped. Medical examiners concluded the boy had been exposed to the elements for 17 hours before ultimately freezing to death in the subzero temperatures. Brown is survived by his mother, father, and two sisters. This article differed from the previous two as active reporting was being conducted on the case as this instance of SCP-4926-1 was generated. Brown, like the previous subjects, survived the incident, but both iterations of the story were circulated at once, leading to confusion and outrage directed towards the newspaper. Details in this instance of SCP-4926-1 held pertinent information about the subject's location, leading to his eventual rescue. The circumstances regarding the incident prompted embedded Foundation Field Agents to take notice. Investigation was subsequently taken over from local authorities. + Interview with Andrew Brown - Hide Date: 2/3/2001 Interviewer: Field Agent D’Angelo Markley Interviewee: Andrew Brown, accompanied by mother, Cynthia Brown <Begin Log/> Agent Markley: Hi there, Andrew, I’m Officer Markley. My friends call me D, though. Would you like to call me D? Andy: D. OK. You can call me Andy, nobody calls me Andrew ‘cept my mom when she’s mad. Agent Markley: Alright, Andy. Can you tell me about where you were playing the other day? Andy: I know I’m not supposed to play there. But I like to pretend I’m a builder like daddy! So I take my ball out to there sometimes. Agent Markley: Do you know how you got into the basement? Andy: My ball rolled away into the brick place ‘cause it was windy. I hung with my arms and dropped down. That really hurt my ankle but I didn’t cry. Then I couldn’t get back out. It was cold. Then I cried a little. Agent Markley: Yes, it was very cold that day. Your mommy and daddy were very worried about you. Andy: I thought I could get out. All basements have a way out. My basement has stairs! Agent Markley: That’s true, but the builders have to build them first. Did you see anyone while you were down there? Any other kids, any builders? Andy: No, I didn't see nobody. I was crying for a long time and yelling for mommy but I didn’t hear nobody neither. <End Log> Analysis of the printer, paper, printer roll, and ink was conducted; one notable anomaly was found. Ink was an atypical chemical composition, containing calcium carbonates, salt, and potassium in large quantities. This led to inquiries being made of the World Herald Maintenance Staff and later, the Editorial Department. An admission from the Editorial Manager is detailed below. + Interview with Elias Liebgalt - Hide Interviewer: James Randall Interview: Elias Liebgalt Elias Liebgalt: This is about all the weird columns right? About the living people being reported as dead? I promise you, I’m not the one writing them and I’ve been trying to find out who has for years. It’s sick, man. I thought we were being hacked, or maybe someone playing a joke. Agent Randall: Have there been any other strange occurrences since the articles began? Someone acting suspicious, strange phone calls or letters. Even the smallest details can help. Elias: Yeah, there’s something going on with the ink. Agent Randall: The ink? What do you mean? Elias: The viscosity on the ink has been weird since the first incident happened. Agent Randall: Weird how? Elias: When we’re printing newspapers, we have to use an exact viscosity of ink, because it’s pretty expensive. Too little and you can’t read the letters, too much and it runs or soaks through the paper. But every once and a while, the viscosity will shoot up for no reason. It always seems to happen when we have one of those weird columns print. The one with the kid was especially bad. The viscosity was so high we lost whole bundles of papers, hundreds we couldn’t sell. We’ve had techs look at it 3 or 4 times, but no one can tell me why it’s all wonky. And we called in the manufacturers’ special technicians even though we aren’t under warranty anymore! It was expensive I tell ya. Agent Randall: You think that might have something to do with the presence of human remains in the ink? Elias: Excuse me, what? Agent Randall: We found traces of human ash and minute bone fragments in the printing press. You want to tell me how they got there? Elias: Oh, that! Yeah, OK. I know it’s odd, but it was nothing nefarious. About 3 years back, one of our columnists passed away. When he was cremated, we had his ashes mixed with the ink per his request. This paper was his whole life, you know? We didn't dump the whole urn in there. Just a handful in one of the bottles of K-1. We all loved him, it was a way of feeling like he was still writing with us. We didn’t murder anyone, if that’s what you mean. Agent Randall: What can you tell me about this guy? Elias: Simon. Well he was a bit odd, paranoid, and had a weird sense of humor. Kind of guy that liked to say, “I told you so.” But he was reliable and had a big heart. Always seemed to have bad luck, though. Agent Randall: How so? Elias: Lung Cancer. His wife left him, she said he shoulda just married the paper, since he spent all his time here. And his daughter died a few years back in an accident. Can you even imagine? Parents should never outlive their kids. <End Log> The following paragraph appeared in the Sunday Edition of the Omaha World Herald shortly after the recovery of Andrew Brown. An embedded SCP agent in charge of monitoring the press was able to intercept before prints could be parceled for distribution. SCP-4926 was later confiscated and the Omaha World Herald was issued a replacement printing unit of the newest model number. Nothing reminds people how much they care about you quite like seeing your name come up in the obituaries. Your lives, and the lives of your loved ones, are so precious. Stop making stupid, absent minded decisions and putting yourselves in harm's way. People do it every day. With every cigarette, with every stoplight run, every baby left in a hot car. I had to do something about that boy. I couldn’t just watch it happen. For a while, I was so worried he might not get rescued, that I’d have to watch him cry himself into a cold sleep. Felt good to actually make a difference. Too bad I burned what I had left making it happen. No juice left. It’s a lot easier going backwards than forwards. P.S. Elias, start compressing the dummies in the columns. You’re wasting space. -Simon |
SCP-4927 | safe | Item#: 4927 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Yukon River, circa 2015. Special Containment Procedures: A group of 80 researchers have been assigned to search the Yukon River's mouth for any Chinook salmon lacking interior organs. Foundation Webcrawlers are to search news reports, fishing forums and chatting websites for any reports of naturally gutless salmon. Description: SCP-4927 refers to an anomalous phenomenon that occurs within the Yukon River on a monthly basis. On the morning of the 18th day of every month, Chinook salmon populations in the Yukon River's mouth1 will suddenly increase and proceed to migrate towards the Klondike River.2 Upon reaching their destination, they will disappear until the next SCP-4927 event. Chinook salmon manifested as a result of SCP-4927 (SCP-4927-1) possess no innards or interior organs with the exception of muscular tissue and a respiratory system. Additionally, they're capable of swimming faster than usual, with the expected migration timespan from the Yukon River's mouth to the Klondike River being between 17 and 25 days in comparison to the average 3 months. Notably, all of the SCP-4927-1 instances' blood has been replaced by motor oil. Addendum 4927.1: Discovery SCP-4927 was initially classified as an anomaly on July 26th, 2022, when a pair of Foundation researchers3 went fishing at a spot in the shores of the Yukon River, 22km south from Site-94, Alaska. Over the next 7 hours, the researchers proceeded to reel in 82 salmon, though wild Chinook salmon population in the area had been known to be in decline since 2015. However, it wasn't until the cutting of the fish when the anomalous effects were noted. Following this, MTF Beta-94 ("Northern Star") was tasked with long-term inspection of the area in order to find any signs of anomalous phenomena. As of the time of writing, Beta-94 has been unable to identify any anomalies. Addendum 4927.2: Update 17/09/2022 On the morning of September 17th, 2022, an SCP-4927 event was reported. This time, a pair of alive fish (An instance of SCP-4927-1 and a single arctic grayling) were implanted with GPS microchips, and released into the Yukon River. No abnormalities were reported at first. However, 3 days and 2 hours later, the arctic grayling was reported to have stopped swimming, while the SCP-4927-1 instance kept its normal course of migration. The grayling was known to have stopped at an unspecified location 31km southeast of Pitkas Point, a small settlement located in Western Alaska. Following this, a research team attached to MTF Beta-94 was deployed in order to investigate the area. For the next 4 hours and 32 minutes, the team inspected the river's shore to find any anomalies. However, results were deemed inconclusive, as there were no signs of nearby anomalous phenomena. Instead, a mass of fish scales, lungs and viscera was found 3km west of the grayling's presumed stopping point, along with the microchip. Buried in the scales and the viscera a steel-made, rusty knife covered in oil was found. Upon inspecting the samples, it was revealed that these were SCP-4927-1 and arctic grayling scales, while the knife was completely non-anomalous. Addendum 4927.3: Incident Log / SCP-4927-A On October 18th, 2022, a team of hikers exploring a desert landscape near Pitkas Point would report that one of their members, Dylan Ramirez, had deviated from the team to take several photographs of the landscape. Five minutes later, the team's captain, Robert Keyes, reported that Ramirez had suddenly become a group of 18 living Chinook salmon that proceeded to flop to an unspecified location. Alerted by the incident, the team went back to the town of Cooper Bay, wherein they reported Ramirez's loss to 'unknown' circumstances. Because of this, MTF Beta-94 was dispatched to the town to interrogate the hikers and subsequently administer amnestics on them. During said interrogation, Keyes reported that the nearby trees were covered in an unknown, odorous and oily substance, and that he and the team could both hear heavy steps and grinding sounds. This led to the exploration of the incident's location, later referred to as SCP-4927-A. SCP-4927-A is the designation given to a small area located 22km southeast of Pitkas Point. On the 18th day of every month, any objects located within SCP-4927-A4 will suddenly transform into SCP-4927-1 instances, prior to flopping towards the closest shoreline. If an SCP-4927-1 instance is kept within the anomaly for the next 24 hours, it will remain in its transformed state until this period expires. Additionally, the only known object within SCP-4927-A is a buried, immovable, 10m long brass-made staff, henceforth referred to as SCP-4927-B. The origin and purpose of SCP-4927-B are unknown, though it is known that any individuals that enter in contact with SCP-4927-B will subsequently be transformed to SCP-4927-1 instances. Following SCP-4927-A's discovery, a brass placard was found in a nearby tree, reading: I repent, for this is my broken fountain of life. Torn apart, shattered. Cast in flesh, blood and torn skin. Yet persisting in peace, all under the beauty of the groves. And I weep, as these are the brass wings that welcome my talcum heart. For I believe that your rivers of crystal water will emblazon me in oil, And I will drink in the name of your verdant throne, my ironclad monarch. Upon asking the interrogated hikers about this placard, they reported that it was left there by a "man coated with bearskins". Addendum 4927.4: Incident Log On the morning of November 18th, 2022, five SCP-4927-1 instances were installed with GPS microchips and deployed in the Yukon River's mouth in a second attempt to detect SCP-4927-related phenomena. 2 hours following their deployment, all instances were reported to have stopped moving as usual, instead stopping in a shore 2km southeast of SCP-4927-A. Because of this, a group of 3 agents pertaining to MTF Beta-94 was deployed to investigate the area. During the first 43 minutes, the agents reported no abnormalities. However, as they walked along the shore, they were able to identify an automaton covered in heavy clothing. As reported by the agents, the automaton (Henceforth referred to as PoI-4927) carried a spear and a wooden sled, and was attempting to catch fish.5 Notably, everytime the individual hooked a fish, it would cut it open and squeeze its oil into several copper canteens, prior to storing them in a leather bag. The automaton's clothing was known to have several symbols inscripted in it; however, the agents were unable to photograph most of them as the individual proceeded to leave the area upon catching several fish. The agents were, at the same time, told not to pursue the individual as it carried all deployed SCP-4927-1 instances with it and its location was already marked within the Foundation database. The following is an image of one of the symbols, recreated by Foundation personnel at Site-94: + Open Attached File? - Close After 20 minutes, a pair of men covered in clothing in a similar fashion to PoI-4927 entered the area pushing a previously unseen type of "metallic" canoe into the dock the automaton was fishing at. Following this, PoI-4927 stopped fishing and exchanged the motor oil for the canoe, prior to mounting on it and navigating down the river with his spear. Soon after this, the other pair of men greased a set of metallic spears with the exchanged oil, prior to leaving from the same path they came from. Further investigation is ongoing. Footnotes 1. Alaska, USA. 2. Yukon, Canada. 3. Abigail Lacroix and Matthew Chen. 4. Organic and inorganic alike. 5. The agents hid behind a group of nearby bushes in order to closely observe the individual. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4927" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4927. 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: Yukon River near Carmacks Author: Diego Delso License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/48/R%C3%ADo_Yuk%C3%B3n%2C_Carmacks%2C_Yuk%C3%B3n%2C_Canad%C3%A1%2C_2017-08-27%2C_DD_01-04_PAN.jpg/1920px-R%C3%ADo_Yuk%C3%B3n%2C_Carmacks%2C_Yuk%C3%B3n%2C_Canad%C3%A1%2C_2017-08-27%2C_DD_01-04_PAN.jpg Derivative of: Filename: Palmer Junction Logo Author: Abrethe License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Derivative of: |
SCP-4928 | safe | Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4928 is to be contained in a standard quadruped containment cell, in accordance with the Parazoology Department's Guidelines. The structure containing SCP-4928-1 has been sealed with concrete. Description: SCP-4928 is a collection of seven kittens dressed in Halloween costumes. Every instance also wears identical collars bearing the word "Billy's" in a child's handwriting. All seven instances are perpetually wet, and staff interacting with them are encouraged to bring towels to dry themselves. All attempts to harm SCP-4928 have failed. SCP-4928-1 was a persistent auditory anomaly within SCP-4928's discovery site: A child's voice, crying out for his mother, repeated every thirty seconds prior to being sealed. + SCP-4928-1 Transcript - Hide Transcript <Begin Looped Message> Voice: Johnny? Johnny! Let me out. I didn’t mean to take it. Please? Please, let me out. Please let them out. They never hurt nobody, promise. They've never done a bad thing before. Momma? Momma… [splashing noises] [pause] I wish they'd make it out… <End Looped Message> Discovery: SCP-4928 was discovered at the bottom of a well on the Hollingson Farm in rural Vermont inside of a burlap sack, as well as the skeleton of a 12-year-old boy, later identified as William Elliot. Elliot was reported missing on the night of October 31st, 1960, after his treehouse was found ransacked. A switchblade belonging to one Jonathan Regis, a local fourteen-year-old named as a suspect in the disappearance by local police, was discovered in a cookie tin within the treehouse’s wreckage. No other anomalous properties were observed within the well. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4928" by Dyslexion, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4928. 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-4929 | keter | Item #: SCP-4929 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Site-4929 shall jam the AM frequency of 535 Mhz within a 10-km radius around SCP-4929. Due to SCP-4929's cultural and historical significance to the People's Republic of China, it is currently not possible for the Foundation to prevent civilian access to SCP-4929. Mobile Task Force Upsilon-13 "Scarlet Sentinels" shall clandestinely detain all SCP-4929-Individual instances upon detection and administer Class-C amnestics. The release of former SCP-4929-Individual instances is authorized after thirty days. Description: SCP-4929 is Lake Hong (洪湖), located in Hubei, China. SCP-4929 constantly broadcasts an AM signal at 535 Mhz. When demodulated, the signal, designed SCP-4929-Signal, resembles the voice of a middle-aged woman singing the Communist Propaganda Song "洪湖水, 浪打浪"("Lake Hong Waters, Wave Upon Wave"). Signal Analysis of SCP-4929-Signal has found no evidence of mechanical repetition since containment began in 1976. SCP-4929-Signal's strength drops drastically at 4.37km from the shores of the lake, and is effectively undetectable at 10km. Upon exposure to SCP-4929-Signal, individuals first experience a strong sense of calm. 30 minutes after exposure, up to 2% of individuals exposed, designated SCP-4929-Individual, will then experience a strong sense of anger and loss. SCP-4929-Individual instances uniformly refer to SCP-4929 as "Mother". SCP-4929-Individual instances tend to fit the following profile: Male Between ages 20-35 Has a strong sense of duty to family A contempt for authority, especially centralized authority Impulsion 120 hours after exposure, SCP-4929-Individual instances will seek out other SCP-4929-Individual instances. Once a group of 1500 SCP-4929-Individual instances gather within a radius of 500m, those instances will organize into a group designated SCP-4929-Group. SCP-4929-Individual instances describe SCP-4929-Group as a "Revolutionary Army of Liberation". Once part of a SCP-4929-Group, SCP-4929-Individual instances develop a uniform set of language skills regardless of prior background, including: fluency in Old, Middle, and modern Chinese, English, and what is presumed to be the Chu Language that was spoken in the region during the Zhou Dynasty (1046-256 BCE). Once an SCP-4929-Group instance forms, SCP-4929-Individual instances will form groups of five and commit petty theft of farming implements and metallic utensils like meat cleavers in the nearby villages and townships. Some SCP-4929-Individual instances have been observed to steal cars and trucks. SCP-4929-Individual instances will take the pilfered items and vehicles back to SCP-4929 and sink them into the waters. SCP-4929 waters will boil within a 10m radius of the offering location for 37 minutes. SCP-4929-Individual instances will then begin retrieving items from SCP-4929, which will consist of mostly Hanyang 88 rifles and 8mm Mauser cartridges. Once each SCP-4929-Individual instance receives a rifle and five cartridges, they will organize into a military unit consisting of a number of regiments1 and one individual designated the group's historian, The SCP-4929-Group instance will then divide into its component regiments and begin attacking nearby villages. These attacks will rarely be successful as local law enforcement possess superior weaponry and training. Despite this, the SCP-4929-Group instance will continue its attacks until every instance other than the historian is incapacitated. The historian, who will be recording the progress of the SCP-4929-Group instance in the war diary, will make a note of the official disbandment of the group, and then commit suicide by drowning in SCP-4929. As of March 7th, 1990, 12 SCP-4929-Group instances had been observed and 836 SCP-4929-Group war diaries and diary fragments have been recovered. Most of those instances are written in the presumed Chu Language and have not been fully translated. Notable translated instances include: SCP-4929-Group War Diary-1 Fragment Language: Chu Language Historian: Prince Mi Wu (羋武) War corresponded to: Chu-Yue War (360 BCE) By the Grace of Heaven, the King of Yue says: The Chu have taken enough from Mother. Its bearish King2 dares to invade her realm, consuming her waters and draining her silt. The Great Yue will not bear this insult! We will smash these mongrels in her name! [Illegible] Hour of the Horse, 2nd Quarter: Our King is dead. Our royal army is disbanded. Mother… SCP-4929-Group War Diary-55 Fragment Language: Chu Language Historian: Assistant General Gao Li (高離) War corresponded to: Rebellion of Hou Jing (548-552 CE) [Illegible] Hour of the Monkey: Jiankang3 castle has fallen! Glory be to Mother! Death to those who carved her up! Death to the Liang Emperor! [DATA EXPUNGED] Hour of the Pig: Grand General of the Universe Hou Jing orders no more supplies for the Liang Emperor. Let he starve like Mother did! [Illegible] Hour of the Pig, 3rd Quarter: General Yang Kun murdered Grand General of the Universe Hou Jing. Revolution Army of Liberation is disbanded. Mother… SCP-4929-Group War Diary-373 Fragment Language: Middle Chinese Historian: Centurion Fang Zhou (房周) War corresponded to: Rebellion of Fang Qing (762-766 CE) [Illegible] Hour of the Tiger, 1st Quarter: Shezhou castle has fallen into our hands. We are making remarkable progress despite Mother's decline. Hour of the Horse, 3rd Quarter: General Fang Qing ordered Governor Pang Jun beheaded. [DATA EXPUNGED] Hour of the Ram, 3rd Quarter: General Fang Qing killed. Revolutionary Army of Liberation disbanded. Mother… SCP-4929-Group War Diary-808 Fragment Language: English Historian: Depot commander4 Hong Gang (洪剛) War corresponded to: Taiping Rebellion (1850-1864 CE) January 31st, Year 3 of Emperor Xianfeng5 This is not enough. There is strength in numbers. We must find those numbers. Guangxi's Hong Xiuquan is the only one that may be strong enough for mother. [Illegible] March 12th, Year 3 of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom6 Hour of the Snake: Siege of Jiangning7 castle begins. March 24th, Year 3 of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Hour of the Rat: 3rd Division seized left gate. Hour of the Rat, Third Quarter: 3rd Division seized Jiangning government office. Hour of the Snake, 3rd Quarter: General Hong Xiuquan declared victory. Jiangning renamed to Tianjing and our capital. [Illegible] Hour of the Rat: Attempts to lure Emperor Hong Xiuquan to Mother has not succeeded. [DATA EXPUNGED] Hour of the Snake: Prince Shi Dakai also refused Mother's call. We are too far from her8. We must disband. Mother… (Note: This was the first discovered instance of SCP-4929 not being in control of an entire rebellion.) Update August 4th, 2013: The People's Republic of China completed the Three Gorges Dam Project on July 4th, 2012. Negotiations with the Communist Party of China regarding the dam project was not met with success. As such, from the beginning of the dam project on April 3rd, 1992, SCP-4929 has been losing water as the dam project held up more of the Yangtze River behind it during construction, reaching a final average area of around 350 km$^{2}$. SCP-4929-Signal's strength weakened by a factor of around 2% every year. One War Diary fragment was recovered despite no known SCP-4929-Group instance forming on April 22nd, 2013. Recovered SCP-4929-Group War Diary-837 Fragment Language: Modern vernacular Chinese Historian: Second Lieutenant Xiong Li (熊力)9 War corresponded to: N/A [Illegible] Mother is wasting away. As Lady Yunmeng, she once covered provinces10. Now she's reduced to nothing. Her children hear her voice, but they ignore her. Save the children… Footnotes 1. Unlike a typical regiment, which consists of around 1,000-5,500 men, known SCP-4929-Group regiments usually number less than 60 SCP-4929-Individual instances. Records show, however, that SCP-4929-Group regiments consisted of more SCP-4929-Individual instances in the past. 2. Chu Kings has the surname Xiong, which means bear 3. Capital of the Liang Dynasty 4. Qing Dynasty lowest officer rank, commands around 50 men. 5. 1853 CE 6. 1853 CE 7. Modern day Nanjing. 8. Shi Dakai was known to have taken his troops as far as Sichuan, over 1,100km away from SCP-4929. 9. No individual of this name has ever been identified by the Foundation as an SCP-4929-Individual instance. 10. Possibly referring to the Great Yunmeng Marsh, with an estimated area of 40,000 km$^{2}$ during the Warring States Era (475-221 BCE). ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4929" by AKFrost, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4929. 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-4930 | euclid | Fix me, Fix me, Fix me, Fix me [Verse 1] Here come old skippy, he called Four-nine-thirty He got object classic, he one Euclid number He got threat level always green Got to be a thinker, he contain with some ease [Interlude] Fix me, Fix me, Fix me, Fix me [Verse 2] He have procedures, he got self-containment He got square apartment, he one normal eater He say, "I stay here, I am free. One thing I can tell you is don't write about me" [Chorus 1] Come together, right now Over me [Verse 3] He six foot person, he got infohazard He got semantic hell, he one Lennon looker He got words down inside his memes Hold you in psych eval, you can hear all his screams. [Chorus 2] Come together, right now Over me [Interlude] Fix me, Fix me Now! [Instrumental] [Verse 4] More information, he got insect hatred He got tragic background, he one four-three crosslink He say, "friends, dear friends, they made the cage" Doctor interview him so just grab a new page. [Chorus 3] Come together, right now Over me [Interlude] Fix me, shoot me, change me, kill me Ugh! [Instrumental] |
SCP-4931 | euclid | Owie, my arm fell off… ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4931 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES Observational Site-4931 has been constructed near the bridge connecting to SCP-4931-1 in order to prevent civilians from entering. Trespassers are to be turned away and, if necessary, amnesticized. Due to its cooperation, SCP-4931 is allowed one hour of teatime with personnel on a daily basis. Exploration into SCP-4931-1 has been deemed unnecessary. DESCRIPTION SCP-4931 is the designation given to a male humanoid entity equipped with metal armor. Throughout containment, SCP-4931 has not been observed to remove its metal suit and has refused to do so upon request. It is also biologically immortal, possessing no need to consume nor sleep, though it does perform the former on occasion. Sideview of SCP-4931 The specimen self-identifies itself as "Sir Brave" and acts as a guard for a wooden bridge connecting two separate landmasses. This dilapidated bridge leads to a remote island containing a village (SCP-4931-1). No organism has been seen exiting from the buildings residing within SCP-4931-1, leading to the belief that the populace is abandoned. SCP-4931 is not aware of this. Attempts to bypass the border through methods separate from crossing the bridge resulted negatively, as individuals are compelled to avoid such efforts. A similar effect is present when trying to access SCP-4931-1 while accompanied. Additionally, before crossing the bridge, SCP-4931 challenges the subject to a 'duel,' wherein a steel sword manifests in both persons' dominant hand. A section of SCP-4931-1, digitally-enhanced During the battle, it is noted that SCP-4931 exhibits poor defense skills and is highly susceptible to injury. The individual is capable of severing SCP-4931‘s limbs with ease,.It is unclear as to whether this is due to the subject's sword possibly possessing anomalous properties or SCP-4931’s abnormal fragility. though the anomaly does not express any signs of pain; Instead, it refers to the injury as "merely a scratch," or a variation thereof. Following this, SCP-4931 regenerates its severed limbs (along with sections of its suit) at a rapid pace and continues to prevent the subject from entering SCP-4931-1. The brawl pursues until the person forfeits the match, after which the weapons de-manifest. No recorded individual has been able to defeat SCP-4931. Apart from these engagements, SCP-4931 is typically considered docile and complaint with Foundation staff. DISCOVERY SCP-4931 was accidentally discovered during a retrieval mission of an unrelated anomaly that had previously breached containment. Agent Barlowe was sent in to attempt access into SCP-4931-1, a log of which is transcribed below: [BEGIN LOG] [Recording starts. Agent Barlowe stands in a field, with the camera facing the bridge leading to SCP-4931-1. SCP-4931 stands adjacent to it with its arms on its hips and does not notice Barlowe in the distance.] Agent Barlowe: Okay, should be recording. [Agent Barlowe approaches SCP-4931, who turns to face him.] SCP-4931: Halt, outsider. Barlowe: Hello, there… May I pass this bridge? SCP-4931: None shall pass. Barlowe: Well, I'm no thief or any criminal of the sort, so I'm sure you can make an exception. I promise I won't be there for long. SCP-4931: Are you of royal heritage? Barlowe: No? SCP-4931: Then, I'm afraid not, outsider. Find shelter someplace else. Barlowe: I doubt I'll find another village any time soon. SCP-4931: That may be unfortunate, but I have no reason to let you in. Barlowe: (Sighs) Look, I'm not looking for trouble, but could you please do me a favor and let me in? If not, I might as well force my way in myself. SCP-4931: Then, you shall perish under my blade. Barlowe: Blade? What blade? You're not even holding anything. [A sword manifests in Barlowe's and SCP-4931’s hand.] Barlowe: Woah, what the- SCP-4931: If you wish to pass, you must defeat me in a duel. Barlowe: Wait, what? No, I don't want to fight you. I just want to get in. SCP-4931: I have no reason to trust you, outsider. Now, enough talking. It's time to die. [SCP-4931 charges toward Barlowe's direction.] Barlowe: Ah, fuck. [Barlowe defends himself with the weapon and pushes SCP-4931 back. It tumbles before balancing itself in a crouched position.] Barlowe: Could you please stop? I don't want to hurt you. SCP-4931: Ha! To think you would underestimate my greatness. Don't belittle me, outsider. [Barlowe continues to defend itself from SCP-4931 for 3 minutes.] SCP-4931: Do not be such a coward. Come and fight me, you scaredy-cat. Barlowe: At this point, I might as well. (Mutters) God damn it. [Barlowe swings his sword and manages to cut off SCP-4931’s left arm. Both persons pause and stare as SCP-4931‘s arm falls to the ground.] Barlowe: Oh my god. Are you okay? SCP-4931: Don't worry! This is merely a scratch. Barlowe: A scratch? Your fucking arm's on the ground, what are you talking about? SCP-4931: Well- [SCP-4931 quickly regenerates its arm and gestures with it.] SCP-4931: -I've had worse. [SCP-4931 charges its sword toward Barlowe's stomach. He barely manages to dodge it.] Barlowe: Shit. SCP-4931: Mind your language, outsider. We've only just begun! [The battle continues for 43 minutes, during which Barlowe attempts to cross the bridge on multiple occasions before SCP-4931 intervenes. Afterward, Barlowe drops to his knees in exhaustion, sweating and staring at the ground.] Barlowe: (Panting) I…give up. [The two weapons lift into the air and de-manifest following a sudden spark of light. SCP-4931 places its arms on its hips and confidently laughs, puffing out its chest.] SCP-4931: Aha! Once again, the great Sir Brave wins yet another battle. My village is safe for another day from the likes of you, outsider. [Barlowe does not respond.] SCP-4931: Oh, do not fret. I am no killer. I am merely a loyal knight protecting his people. Now, leave my domain at once, if you will. [Pause.] SCP-4931: (Clears throat) You may be determined, but I have strength and agility. There is no chance of you winning whatsoever. [Barlowe falls over and passes out.] SCP-4931: Ah… well isn't that unfortunate? [SCP-4931 leaves and returns to the bridge.] SCP-4931: Though I rather not involve myself in this situation. I'm sure someone else will arrive and retrieve this pitiful soul. Besides, I have a village to protect. [SCP-4931 stands in the same position next to the bridge for ~2 hours before the feed disconnects due to the body camera's batteries running out.] [END LOG] A second exploration attempt shortly commenced afterward involving Agent Barlowe and Agent Wilson. Prior to this event, the Foundation was not aware of SCP-4931-1’s compulsion effects, leading to the subsequent failure of the agents’ efforts at accessing the village. Below is a transcription of the aforementioned incident. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Wilson: (Laughs) I’m sorry, but I still can’t believe you got done in by this thing. Agent Barlowe: Be quiet, Wilson. We’re nearly there. We don’t want that knight to notice us. Wilson: Calm your horses, man. I’ll shut my mouth. [The agents arrive near the bridge. SCP-4931 is in a similar position as noted in the previous recording.] Wilson: (Whispering) That’s the guy? Barlowe: Who else would it be? Wilson: Just confirming…You know, I don’t see what’s so dangerous about him. He seems like a nice guy to talk to. Barlowe: I thought you were briefed on him? He challenges you to an impossible duel without your consent, and once you inevitably lose, he just minds his own business while going on about his duty as this village’s guardian. Wilson: Well, I’m sure he can’t beat the two of us. Barlowe: Exactly, so let’s stop wasting time. Wilson: Your lead, Barlowe. [Both agents approach stealthily toward SCP-4931 as it takes notice of them and stands in a defensive position.] SCP-4931: I see that you have returned, outsider. And you’ve brought a friend with you. Barlowe: Acquaintance, but yes, we’re here to enter your village, if you don’t mind. SCP-4931: As I’ve said before, none shall pass. Besides, I doubt your acquaintance here share blood with anyone even remotely resembling a smidge of royalty. Wilson: What’s that supposed to mean? Barlowe: Wilson, not now. SCP-4931: If you surely wish to get pass me, then we have no choice but to duel. Barlowe: That’s why we’re here. SCP-4931: But first- Barlowe: Hm? SCP-4931: I rather fight you alone, outsider. A 2v1 isn’t so fair now, don’t you think? With all duels, I believe it’s the most thrilling when it’s fair. Now, do me a favor and ask your partner to leave. Barlowe: You think I’m just going to do what you as- [Wilson proceeds to walk away.] Barlowe: Wha- Wilson! What the fuck are you doing? Wilson: Like he said, man. It’s not fair unless I’m on the bench. You’re gonna do this show yourself. Sorry. Barlowe: Are you serious? Is this (pause) I-Is this some other anomaly- [The swords manifest within the persons’ hands.] SCP-4931: With him out of the way, let us begin! [SCP-4931 charges toward Barlowe.] Barlowe: Oh, god dammit. [The battle proceeds for 56 minutes, during which Wilson can be seen sitting in the field, silently observing the duo.] [Eventually, SCP-4931 is able to knock out Barlowe with its sword. He falls backwards onto the ground unconscious as the weapons de-manifest. The entity puffs out its chest.] SCP-4931: Aha, once again I, the great Sir Brave, have beaten you in combat! Better luck next time, outsider. [Wilson abruptly gets up. He appears confused.] Wilson: Woah, what just happened? (Notices Barlowe) Oh…oh, shit- [Wilson immediately approaches Barlowe and SCP-4931.] SCP-4931: Why hello there, other outsider! Wilson: What did you do? SCP-4931: Hey, don’t worry now. I assure you I am no killer. I would never do such a thing, even to outsiders. Unlike my untrustworthy (pause) enemies, I would never dare hurt a soul. Wilson: Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. (Sighs) But now, I have to carry his body back to site. It’s going to be tiring. SCP-4931: Is that so? Wilson: Yes! By the way, thank you very much for that, knight. This is what I really needed today. I appreciate it. SCP-4931: I’m not sure why anyone would want that, but you are welcome, outsider. I’m glad to help. Wilson: Wha- no, I mean…Nevermind. [END LOG] Following multiple failed attempts at accessing SCP-4931-1 (See Experiment Logs), it was decided to cease all efforts indefinitely and build Observational Site-4931 nearby to inspect SCP-4931 and the village. The entity did not mind this and continued to guard the bridge. EXPERIMENT LOGS Below are notable attempts at accessing SCP-4931. A full list is available upon request of the current Research Head. PROCEDURE: Agent Barlowe is to fly a helicopter over the border and into SCP-4931-1. RESULTS: FAILURE. Vehicle ceased movement before it could pass the bridge and briefly landed on the ground. Once Barlowe promptly exited the helicopter, SCP-4931 proceeded to tackle him. PROCEDURE: Agent Barlowe is to use a handgun to temporarily disable SCP-4931 before crossing the bridge. RESULTS: FAILURE. SCP-4931 managed to impale Barlowe's gun with its sword. PROCEDURE: Agent Barley is to lure SCP-4931 away from the bridge while Agent Barlowe crosses it, entering SCP-4931-1. RESULTS: FAILURE. SCP-4931 had successfully fought off Barlowe, as Barley was inflicted by the village's compulsion effects and walked away. PROCEDURE: A separate bridge is to be constructed connecting to the island SCP-4931-1 resides in. RESULTS: SUCCESS. FAILURE. Initially successful, personnel were able to build a section of the bridge before they were compelled to destroy all progress made during the halfway point. SCP-4931 then confiscated the remains and constructed a makeshift barrier for the bridge. PROCEDURE: Agent Barlowe is to lure SCP-4931 into a trap. Once successful, he is to cross the bridge. RESULTS: FAILURE. SCP-4931 was able to break out without difficulty using its sword (despite the trap being constructed of mainly metal) and ambushed Barlowe before he could reach the bridge. INTERVIEW-LOG Interviewer: Agent Barlowe Interviewee: SCP-4931 Foreword: The interview was conducted without incident following all the failed efforts to discuss regarding itself and its relation to the village it protects. [BEGIN LOG] Barlowe: Right… (Sighs) Here we go again. [Barlowe approaches SCP-4931 once more, who notices him and immediately stands in a brawling position.] SCP-4931: Ah, I see you've arrived once more, outsider. Let us hurry with our duel. Barlowe: That's not what I'm here for. SCP-4931: What lies you utter. What other purpose do you have here, then? If you're here to negotiate, well, try your luck somewhere else. Barlowe: No, I've been sent here to ask you a few questions. SCP-4931: "Sent here," you say? I knew it! The enemy village must have sent you to gather intel on mine before concocting a plan to raid it and rob our people. Barlowe: I've never heard of any "enemy village" myself, so I don't know what you're talking about. And while we do need to collect information regarding you and your village, we have no intentions of "raiding" it. Actually, we decided to give up on even exploring it recently. SCP-4931: So what you're saying is that you're not an enemy? Barlowe: Would you believe me if I said "yes"? SCP-4931: Hmm… [SCP-4931 pauses for a brief moment, staring at the ground while rubbing its 'chin'.] SCP-4931: Fine, but on one condition. You must swear to never set foot into my village whatsoever. Am I clear? Barlowe: Yes, I promise. SCP-4931: Then, let us complete the oath with a contract to ensure you don't go back on your word. [SCP-4931 gestures its pinkie finger towards Barlowe.] Barlowe: What is this? SCP-4931: You must complete the contract, outsider. [Barlowe hesitantly intertwine SCP-4931’s finger with his.] Barlowe: …Like this? [SCP-4931 lets go and glares at Barlowe.] SCP-4931: It is done. Barlowe: Alright, then. So are you willing to answer some questions for me regarding your village? SCP-4931: Of course, outsider. We’ve signed the contract. I'm all ears. Barlowe: (Sighs) Finally. Well (clears throat), to begin with, could you state your name? SCP-4931: My name is Sir Brave, a loyal knight of my lovely village. Barlowe: And what is this village called? [SCP-4931 punches its fist into the air.] SCP-4931: It is The Village, but I prefer to call it my village. That way, I can feel a closer connection with the people. Barlowe: Whatever you say. [Barlowe cracks his knuckles.] Barlowe: How long have you been guarding this bridge? SCP-4931: I'm not sure. Haven't paid much attention to time, but I'd say it's been a few decades. I can still remember when I was a wee boy training to be a knight for the army. Barlowe: Army? Are you saying there are more like you? SCP-4931: Why, yes, outsider. I'm surely not the only legend in this world, though that would be nice. My brothers are scattered far and wide across various territories to protect those in need from foul beasts. Dragons, goblins, disgusting and vile creatures, you get the gist. Barlowe: Well, if what you're saying is true, then we might need to conduct more research into this..No records regarding persons possibly correlated with SCP-4931 could be recovered. SCP-4931: Yes, more exposure to my brothers' greatness. That would be appreciated! Barlowe: Of…course? Anyways, how long has your village been around for? SCP-4931: Very long time. Maybe even a century! For a small community, I guess you could say we're magnificent at staying intact. Barlowe: Is that (pause) so? [Barlowe briefly stares at SCP-4931-1.] SCP-4931: Something wrong, outsider? Barlowe: Nothing, let's just continue. Could you possibly elaborate your relationship with the village and its people? How do you feel about your life here as a whole? SCP-4931: Oh, well isn't that quite the grand question? I don't even know where to begin. [Pause.] SCP-4931: To be frank, the more I think about, the more I don't know how to start. I feel like a lot of people say this, but I'd say I feel like I belong here, you see? Soothing area, kindly folks, and the recent rejoicing training sessions with you outsiders. Honestly, it feels like being born here was a blessing. Barlowe: Has it always been that way? SCP-4931: Well…it wasn’t always peaceful. There was that (quietly) one incident. Barlowe: Could you possibly elaborate? [SCP-4931 scratches the back of its ‘head.’] SCP-4931: To put it simply, we (pauses, then sighs) we were ambushed. Barlowe: Ambushed? SCP-4931: Yes, by an enemy village nearby. I believed I mentioned it before; I assumed you were from their wretched army of violent, malicious freaks. Barlowe: What happened? [SCP-4931 sighs and pauses.] SCP-4931: …Before I was a knight, I was assisting my mother around her flower shop. She was a wonderful woman, always hardworking and loving, you know? Heh, some of her aspects even rubbed off on me, too…It was only the two of us back then. Father passed a while ago, rest his soul. SCP-4931: It started off as any other day. Mother tasked me with getting the groceries from the local flea market. I pecked her on the cheek and waved her goodbye before running off. [Pause.] SCP-4931:That (pause) was the last time I saw her lovely smile. SCP-4931: I was at the market when I heard screams coming from outside. When I headed out, I saw the townsfolk running about as these armored men on black horses hunted them down. It felt as if the souls were sucked out of them. I was shaking, I was confused. For the first time, I felt afraid. Even now, I can still feel the shivers running up my spine. It was truly horrifying. SCP-4931: There were so many people who died under my feet, and I couldn’t help. All I could do was stare, stare as their lives were stolen from them. I immediately rushed back home while trying to avoid the men as best as I could. I wanted to check if my mother was okay, but when I arrived… [SCP-4931 stares at the ground.] SCP-4931: (Inhales deeply) She was laying in a pool of her own blood. I dropped the groceries as a myriad of emotions struck me at once. I was devastated at the sight of the shop and her body, confused from the series of events leading up to it, and infuriated for the damned bastards that killed her. This was her dream shop, something she’d been willing to achieve ever since she was my age, they ruined it without a second thought. SCP-4931: I tried to wake her up, I didn’t want for it to be true, but she couldn’t. She was…dead. My mother, the woman who raised me my whole life, dead.To witness your loved one pass it front of your eyes, and the fact that you couldn’t prevent it (heavy breathing), it hurts. SCP-4931: I would give up my life for her; I didn't want it to be the other way. We were just a friendly community, what did we do to deserve this? [Pause.] Barlowe: I…I'm so sorry that happened. I didn't know you went through such a tragedy. SCP-4931: No need to apologize. (Clears throat) Fortunately, we managed to live on after the (pause) incident. But as a result, the mayor had decided to form an army of knights, willing to fight for our village's safety. Barlowe: And so you chose to join. SCP-4931: Of course I did. I had to. I didn’t want to witness another event like that. I wanted to help. I needed to help. Many people died along with mother, and many more mourned because of that. I don’t want that to happen again, and I won’t let it. SCP-4931: And so I trained hard every single day. I pushed forward for the sake of my mother, for the sake of the village. I aspired to be one of the best, no, the best knight that ever lived. I vowed to protect my village till I die. Barlowe: I’m sure your mother would be proud of you. SCP-4931: I truly hope so. I hope she can see me from up there, spending every day of my life preventing outside forces from reaching my village…I miss her every single day. Love her to pieces. Barlowe: That’s nice to hear. I’m happy to see that you’re out here doing your best. SCP-4931: Thank you very much, outsider. I don’t usually talk about myself all that much. Actually, I’ve never talked to anyone for quite some time. It feels…nice. Really nice. Barlowe: Well, I’d be willing to converse with you again if you’d like. SCP-4931: That would be quite splendid! Maybe we could do so over a cup of tea as well. I love myself some tea from time to time. Barlowe: I’ll make sure to file a request, on the condition that you grant me access to the village. SCP-4931: Apologies, but I don’t trust you enough to do that, outsider. No hard feelings, of course. Another lifetime, perhaps. Barlowe: (Sighs) Figures. [END LOG] Afterword: Daily teatimes between Site-4931 personnel and SCP-4931 has been permitted following the interview. Image of various edibles laid on a table during a routine teatime, taken by Agent Barlowe’s body camera More From This Author More From This Author winkwonkboi's Works SCPs SCP-6714 (+96) • SCP-6199 (+134) • SCP-2689 (+53) • SCP-8245 (+76) • SCP-7816 (+58) • SCP-6545 (+76) • SCP-8184 (+8) • SCP-7657 (+39) • SCP-8386 (+33) • SCP-7199 (+43) • SCP-6306 (+53) • SCP-6245 (+63) • SCP-3204 (+72) • SCP-6039 (+72) • SCP-7156 (+21) • Tales/GoI Formats #WettleAppreciationPost (+135) • A Taste For Sore Eyes (+12) • Roses And Thorns (+18) • Anomalous Entity Engagement Division Orientation (+51) • ur typical unrequited love (+32) • In an attempt to feel something. (+32) • People Care, Dear (+14) • man overboard! 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SCP-4932 | safe | Item #: SCP-4932 SCP-4932-1's point of view as of 5/10/2019 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4932 is to be overseen by two researchers who are to record events that occur in SCP-4932-1's life, including events viewed as boring or irrelevant. A file for every human discovered within SCP-4932 is to be created by these researchers; which describe its facial features, hairstyle, most commonly worn clothes, and any jewelry. Personnel are to note that many SCP-4932-X instances are undocumented despite having appeared within SCP-4932 in the past. Description: SCP-4932 is a small handheld device made out of plastic. Research into SCP-4932's internal components has been postponed due to fear of permanently damaging it. However, from what research can be performed, it is theorized that SCP-4932's internal components are non-anomalous as a whole. The word "SAMSUNG" is seen scratched out on the back of the device, and "PROTOTYPE 55" is written above SCP-4932's screen in permanent marker. Since 2001, SCP-4932 has been playing the first person perspective of an entity referred to as SCP-4932-1. SCP-4932-1 is, as of the time of writing, an 18 year old male named "Smith." SCP-4932-1's nationality and ethnic background is unknown. Every non-metaphysical entity/object that has appeared on SCP-4932's screen does not exist within baseline reality. This includes physical locations and geographical history but does not include intangible and/or esoteric concepts, such as the laws of the universe, gender, humanity or the afterlife. All proper names, including brands, locations, and the country itself, have been replaced with very generic descriptions of the name. For example, all soft drink companies are named "Soda", all streets are named "Street", and the country SCP-4932-1 lives in is named "Country". SCP-4932-X instances all appear to speak English with a Dutch accent. There appears to be countries outside of Country, which are all referred to as "Nation". SCP-4932-X instances can distinguish between each country's name by an unknown method. Every SCP-4932-X instance is named either "John Doe", "Jane Doe", or "Justice Doe" if the person is male, female, or nonbinary respectively. SCP-4932's purpose is currently unknown. Addendum-665: SCP-4932 was discovered at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean floor 20 kilometers north of the Bikini Atoll in 2004. SCP-4932 appears to be completely waterproof as it survived being at the bottom of the ocean for presumably three years without losing function. Several hollow shells created out of steel and concrete can be seen near the location of SCP-4932's discovery. It is unknown how the message on SCP-4932 written in permanent marker managed to survive in these conditions. Level 4 clearance required FILE-(1) Granted "gogetemtiger.jpg" file updated: 5 hours ago A flash drive was discovered within the small Inuit village of Ajurnarman which contains several empty folders and an image titled "gogetemtiger.jpg." After thorough examination of the image, it has been discovered that the person on the right is SCP-4932-1. It has also been discovered that the person on the left does not exist within our reality. Originally, it was unknown how an image of a nonexistent person could be found in baseline reality. However, several files within DEEPWELL-14 describe the person, but most files were completely unreadable, only slightly protected by the DEEPWELL Faraday well. All the information that could be recovered was that the individual's name was Johnathan, and that they lived within the vill[DATA CORRUPTED]he flash drive was discovered in. Location of [DATA CORRUPTED]narman Several individuals from the village were questioned regarding the existence of Johnathan and were shown the photo. From a population of 95, only 7 individuals claimed to remember Johnathan, always in the form of vague memories. Notably, these 7 people describe themselves as being either very good friends or a family member. The only information that they remember regarding the person is their first name and favorite food, which they only described as "fish." One member of the village, named [DATA CORRUPTED] stated that all they could remember are large amounts of missing posters of Johnathan before hearing police sirens, and then claimed to not remember anything for a period of 2 days. Attempts are being made to obtain more information regarding Johnatha[DATA CORRUPTED]. Addendum-668: By popular vote from the HCML Administration, descriptions of SCP-4932-X instances would be attempted to be matched with descriptions stored within DEEPWELLs 12-16, which all contain information regarding people within the Canadian-Al[DATA CORRUPTED]kan-Siberian region, specifically targeting heavily corrupted documents. The following matches have been found: Profile: SCP-4932-1539 Name: Ashley (Jane Doe) Profile: SCP-4932-2088 Name: Sara (Jane Doe) Profile: SCP-4932-2400 Name: Tiger (John Doe) Profile: SCP-4932-3771 Name: Alice (Justice Doe) Profile: SCP-4932-4000 Name: Rare (John Doe) Profile: SCP-4932-5555 Name: King (John Doe) Profile: SCP-4932-6136 Name: Colt (John Doe) Profile: SCP-4932-6675 Name: Johnath[DATA CORRUPTED] (John Doe) [DATA CORRUPTED] Reclassification to Keter pending. FILE-(2) Granted file updated: 13 hours ago THIS FILE IS UNDERGOING RAPID CORRUPTION, AND IS THEORIZED TO BE COMPLETELY UNREADABLE WITHIN: FIVE MINUTES Dr. Berdanin: Please state your name for the record. Johna[DATA CORRUPTED]: Joh[DATA CORRUPTED]. Dr. Berdanin: Please describe your meeting with SCP-4932-1, J[DATA CORRUPTED]. [DATA CORRUPTED]: Smith? Yeah, we first met in person like 5 days ago, when he came to my village fro[DATA CORRUPTED]. We met on the internet a day before that, and he managed to come all the way from his cou[DATA CORRUPTED]y to mine and… yeah. We talked for a bit, he stated he thought the place was really cool. It was a lot snowier than his count[DATA CORRUPTED]un. Dr. Berdanin: What did yo[DATA CORRUPTED]other think of that? [DATA CORRUPTED]: She didn't mind. She talked with him for a couple seconds than let us go and be on our own. Dr. Berdani[DATA CORRUPTED]: Hmm. What happened after you both were done playing? [DATA CORRUPTED]: He said goodbye to everyone, said he needed to leave, and went behind the huge hill in our town. I could hear sounds that… sounded like a car? But also didn't really? Hard to explain. Anyway, he disappeared when he went behind the hill and we looked for him and we couldn't find anything. I went out to tundra to try and find him and I [DATA CORRUPTED]ound you guys. Dr. Berd[DATA CORRUPTED]: Mmmhmm, alright. Quick question before you leave? [DATA CORRUPTED]: Yes? [DATA CORRUPTED]: Do you have a mother? [DATA CORRUPTED]: Uh… no I don't think so. I don't think I was ever born, hon[DATA CORRUPTED] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4932" by Westrin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4932. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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SCP-4933 | euclid | Item#: 4933 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo Still from broadcast corrupted by SCP-4933, during lecture intended to educate viewers on the nutritional content of onions Special Containment Procedures: Foundation global listening network PANOPTICON is to monitor all electromagnetic broadcasts placed within the 98-100 MHz frequency range for any transmissions made by SCP-4933. If one is detected, interference signals are to be transmitted via satellite and radio tower to the area affected by the broadcast, with any resultant signal corruption witnessed by the populace to be dismissed as a technical malfunction. The area 300 meters surrounding SCP-4933-01 is not to be entered by any persons not wearing specialized high-amplitude radio wave dampening equipment, and is to be cordoned by a permanently stationed Foundation security team. Description: SCP-4933 is a phenomenon which interrupts, corrupts, and alters live or prerecorded television broadcasts. SCP-4933's effects on television programming typically take the form of significant audiovisual corruption, which is essentially indistinguishable from ordinary satellite interference or other forms of technical malfunction. Approximately 86% of SCP-4933 broadcasts have been determined to consist solely of this signal corruption, with the only indication of SCP-4933's presence being an additional subtle, but distinct, visual wavering pattern which oscillates at approximately 99 Hz. This distortion is present in each SCP-4933 manifestation regardless of content, but is not detectable by the unaided eye and as a result goes unnoticed by the majority of the civilian populace. The remaining 14% of SCP-4933-affected broadcasts will have their content noticeably altered in some way. This varies greatly in both extent and substance. Recorded alterations have consisted of as little as a single word of character dialogue transposed for another, or as much as programs with new characters and entirely restructured plots which deviate significantly from their originals. Content alterations with dialogue will be predominantly coherent in terms of sentence structure and grammar, but may contain unknown words, and will occasionally allude to or address esoteric, enigmatic, or inscrutable topics in an oblique fashion. Non-dialogue alterations appear to possess no discernible pattern, but will frequently involve characters performing actions or engaging in behaviors entirely divergent from their established and scripted norms. A selection of notable examples follows below. Broadcast Example 1 Broadcast Example 2 Broadcast Example 3 Date: 04 April 1959 Localized Broadcast Location: Boulder, Colorado, USA, approximately 40,000 televisions affected Scheduled Program: I Love Lucy, Season 2, Episode 10, “Lucy Is Enceinte” Program Deviations: Episode deviates from baseline at 2:30. Lucy returns from her appointment at the doctor's office as normal, but upon being informed, Ethel reacts to Lucy's news of her newfound pregnancy with vehement negativity as opposed to positivity, to the point of overturning tables and breaking furniture while shouting various expletives. The remainder of the episode consists entirely of a debate between Lucy and Ethel concerning the moral implications of choosing to raise a child in contemporary society. Lucy remains stoic and calm and argues in favor of contemporary childbearing with uncharacteristic eloquence, while Ethel perches upon an overturned couch and angrily demands that Lucy terminate the pregnancy, claiming that bringing a child to term in modern America is tantamount to infanticide. Episode cuts to black abruptly and at the scheduled time with no resolution to the debate, with no end slate or credits. Date: 22 February 1976 Localized Broadcast Location: Manchester, United Kingdom, approximately 100,000 televisions affected Scheduled Program: The Twilight Zone, Season 1, Episode 2, “One for the Angels” Program Deviations: Episode deviates from established plot immediately. The primary character, Lou Bookman, portrayed in the original episode as a kind and friendly old man, is characterized instead as a foul-tempered, bitter, and miserable retiree who lives alone and is dying of COPD1 resultant from a lifelong smoking habit. The character of Mr. Death is played by an unknown middle-aged actor rather than a young Murray Hamilton, and is smoking a cigarette in each scene. Mr. Death is silent upon his appearance, and the bedridden Bookman spends the initial part of the episode angrily protesting against the presence of this apparent intruder, before suddenly realizing of his own accord that the stranger is Death and has come for his soul. Bookman then begins pleading and proposes various bargains, including volunteering to murder children and offer their souls in exchange for his. Mr. Death listens silently to these protestations for approximately 12 minutes as Bookman becomes increasingly desperate, then speaks, asking Bookman why he clings to life so strongly when he clearly has nothing to live for and has never indicated a desire to participate in anything that life has to offer. Bookman is unable to muster a response to this, and lapses into silence. Mr. Death approaches Bookman's bed and offers him a last cigarette. Bookman wordlessly accepts, and upon finishing it, Mr. Death disappears. Bookman expires. Remaining 9 minutes consist of an extended shot of Bookman's motionless corpse, and episode fades to end credits. Date: 06 March 2014 Localized Broadcast Location: Anchorage, Alaska, USA, unknown number of televisions affected Scheduled Program: Worst Cooks in America, Season 5, Episode 3 Program Deviations: Episode deviates from baseline immediately following introduction and previous episode recap. Series host Anne Burrell spends entirety of episode firmly insisting that each contestant incorporate an inordinate amount of onions into each of their dishes, occasionally to the point of demanding that their meals should consist entirely of various preparations of onions. Contestants and other judges react to this with hesitation and confusion, but acquiesce when Burrell strongly implies that any contestant that does not provide a meal entirely composed of onions will be eliminated from the competition. Individual camera asides with Burrell, during which a judge generally reflects upon the events and state of the current round of competition, instead consist of Burrell determinedly lecturing the viewer on the health benefits of eating onions as well as highly specific and detailed scientific facts concerning the plant genus Allium, to which onions belong. During the evaluation portion of the program, wherein contestants provide their meals to the judges for tasting, each judge reacts to the contestants' highly onion-centric meals with distaste and refuse to continue eating after initial tasting. The exception is Burrell, who energetically and sloppily consumes her meal without the use of eating utensils before seizing the other judges' plates and consuming their meals in their entirety, without consulting her colleagues or otherwise speaking. This process occupies 7 minutes of unedited, uninterrupted footage, during which all other individuals present observe Burrell in visibly uncomfortable silence. Burrell then eliminates contestants Ken Hsu and Joe Slaughter on the grounds of “disrespecting the true value of the onion”, and the episode ends as normal. Addendum 4933-01: On December 2nd, 2017, operatives within Information Task Force Lambda-99 “Code Sharks”, in conjunction with Foundation global listening network PANOPTICON, successfully triangulated the SCP-4933 broadcast waveform with the assistance of experimental thaumic energy detectors, placing its origin point to approximately 200 kilometers south-southeast of Tiksi, Russia. A Mobile Task Force was immediately dispatched to the area, with orders to determine the precise nature of the equipment or entities responsible for the transmissions. SCP-4933-01 At the location of the projected coordinates, operatives located a large (≈ 30 meters tall) stone structure, situated upon an outcrop overlooking a section of the surrounding taiga. A temporary forward camp was established at the site following preliminary hazard analysis, and the structure was given the tentative designator SCP-4933-01. SCP-4933-01 is made of non-anomalous granite, hewn seamlessly from a single contiguous monolith. The immediate space around the structure (to a distance of approximately 300 meters) is saturated with an extremely loud omnidirectional radio flux with a frequency of precisely 99MHz and as-yet immeasurable amplitude.2 The strength of this radio flux renders it dangerous for unshielded humans to approach, as the total energy carried by the wave results in the boiling of fluids contained within the body. The vegetation surrounding the structure is undamaged by the intensity of this radiation, however – the mechanism responsible for this is currently unclear. SCP-4933-01 does not physically appear in any satellite images of the area taken to date, nor does its ambient radio signal remain detectable at a distance greater than approximately 300 meters from the object. Individuals living in the surrounding area have consistently professed ignorance of the object's presence within the forest near Tiski. The north-facing side of SCP-4933-01 contains a rectangular aperture 4 by 2 meters in size, which provides access to the interior of the structure. This aperture is precisely cut into the surrounding granite and does not feature a door or any other form of sealing apparatus, leaving the monolith's interior open to the air. Both manned and unmanned investigations into this space have been successful, with the aid of specially radiation-shielded clothing and equipment. The interior of SCP-4933-01 consists of a single cubic room, 9 meters long on each side. The walls of this chamber are comprised of the same material as the exterior, and are blank. This space contains two objects. The first is a cubic stone pedestal measuring .9 meters per side, contiguously carved from the stone of the floor. Atop this pedestal is a 1951 Zenith “Aldrich” porthole-style CRT television set. This television set is not connected to a power source and has not been seen to activate at any time. A significant layer of dust rests on both the television and the pedestal, the composition of which is consistent with the soil surrounding SCP-4933-01. Radiological dating of both the structural material of SCP-4933-01 and the television set have indicated that these objects have existed in their current state for an amount of time not less than approximately 250,000 years. Investigation into both the stability of local spacetime in the vicinity of SCP-4933-01 as well as the history of the Zenith electronics company are both currently underway. Addendum 4933-02: On June 4th, 2018, a routine inspection of SCP-4933-01's interior revealed that a single yellow Post-It brand adhesive note had been affixed to the screen of the television. On the note was a message written in cursive with a blue ballpoint pen, reading “We're ready and receiving, but we haven't heard back from you. Your transmitter may be malfunctioning. Please stand by while we make a minor adjustment.” Roughly three hours after this item was discovered, the positions of Earth's magnetic North and South poles rotated upon their central axis approximately 9 kilometers laterally toward the equator. Analysis of the 99MHz broadcast frequency has resumed, with devising a method of contacting the entity or entities communicating within the channel placed at Level 2 priority. Footnotes 1. Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease 2. Each and every radio receiver used by Foundation analysts to measure SCP-4933-01's ambient radio field has been destroyed upon tuning to 99MHz. This indicates that although the signal remains at a static and commonly-used radio frequency, the amplitude and therefore “loudness” of the signal is greater than human technology has been designed to practically detect. Investigation into the development of a radio receiver capable of withstanding and accurately measuring SCP-4933-01's signal is underway. 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SCP-4934 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-4934 Special Containment Procedures: The Jones estate has been purchased by a Foundation front company, and a 4 meter privacy fence has been installed. SCP-4934 researchers are housed within the property under cover story C5-A, "mourning relatives". Description: SCP-4934 is the late cartoonist Chuck Jones' private study, located within his Newport Beach, CA estate. The room is inaccessible and entry is prevented through various means (see below), including variances in local reality, the manifestation of additional humanoid entities, or the appearance of dangerous objects and substances. Anomalous activity ceases when the door to SCP-4934 is shut. Addendum 4934.01 Notable Breach Attempts Attempt #: 1 Result: Researcher Rex opens the door to SCP-4934 and attempts to enter. Researcher Rex steps on a rake, forcing the pole of the object to swing at his face and causing him to stumble backward. The door to SCP-4934 shuts immediately afterward. Attempt #: 5 Result: Researcher Rex opens the door to SCP-4934. There are no immediately observable obstacles or obstructions, and Rex is ordered to enter. Rex is unable to enter, as the entry to the room has been replaced with a painted facsimile of the room over a brick wall. Attempt #: 18 Result: Researcher Rex opens the door to SCP-4934, revealing a nude woman bathing. The woman shrieks in alarm and strikes Rex before shutting the door. Attempt #: 26 Result: Researcher Rex opens the door to SCP-4934 and is immediately swept away by a line of Can-can dancers, which demanifest upon entering the hallway. The last dancer shuts the door behind it prior to demanifestation. Attempt #: 46 Result: Researcher Rex opens the door to SCP-4934 and attempts to enter. Immediately upon passing the threshold, a 50 kg anvil was dropped on his head and the door shuts behind him. Researcher Rex was recovered from the home's basement five minutes later having suffered no major injuries. Attempt #: 66 Result: Researcher Rex opens the door to SCP-4934 to reveal a series of continuously smaller doors. 32 doors are opened until the experiment is canceled. The doors to SCP-4934 shut immediately afterward. Attempt #: 75 Result: Researcher Rex opens the door to SCP-4934 to reveal a tall human male dressed in a trenchcoat and fedora. The subject points a revolver at Researcher Rex and says "Get outta here, see? Scram! Scram, see?" in a Chicago accent before shutting the door. Attempt #: 82 Result: Researcher Rex opens the door to SCP-4934 to reveal the room had been filled with various lit explosives. Researcher Rex shuts the door immediately. Smoke was observed to emerge from underneath the door after a loud explosion is heard. Blast damage was not observed in the room on the following attempt. Attempt #: 96 Result: Researcher Rex opens the door to SCP-4934 to reveal a humanoid entity identical to himself. Each appeared to mimic the movement of the other, therefore preventing entry into SCP-4934. After two minutes of mimicking one another, the duplicate within the room loudly and abruptly kisses Researcher Rex, shoves him, then shuts the door. Attempt #: 101 Result: Researcher Rex opens the door to SCP-4934 to reveal shut red curtains. After five seconds, the head of a porcine-humanoid hybrid emerges from between the curtains and says "th-th-th-that's all folks!" before shutting the door. Following this attempt, the door to SCP-4934 could be opened without further anomalous activity. SCP-4934 was reclassified as Neutralized after a one-week observation period. More From This Author More From This Author Uncle Nicolini's Works SCPs SCP-4046 • SCP-7727 • SCP-6911 • SCP-3863 • SCP-7149 • SCP-7833 • SCP-7112 • SCP-2910-JP • SCP-2983 • SCP-7266 • SCP-7221 • SCP-4056 • SCP-4726 • SCP-7725 • SCP-ES-227 • Tales/GoI Formats Little Dark Star Shoppe of Minerals • I Don't Get It, But I'll Figure It Out. • Sublimation • Clef Goes To The DMV • SCP-049-ΩK • Tim Wilson's Close Shave • Project Proposal 2018-145: "Drinking With the Jocks" • A Song Without Words • Nobody Likes Having Enemies • Two Minutes To Midnight • Classy Carlos Goes To Therapy • Zetetic Bulletin: The Myth of the Wu Xing Iris • Moon Champion's Cinco de Mayo Extravaganza • Adoption Poster: Bandit! • Chasing The Union • Other uncle nicolini author page • Ode To The Unknown Author • Sciptember 2022 Art Highlights • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4934" by Uncle Nicolini, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4934. 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-4935 | euclid | SCP-4935 - Hereafter ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file describes a Class B temporal anomaly, and is Level 4/4935 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 4935 Item#: 4935 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-4935. Sankuru Nature Reserve, SA, DRC. Special Containment Procedures: The access point to SCP-4935 is to be sealed and guarded when not in use. Access to SCP-4935 is forbidden unless authorized. Authorization is to be given only by the Site-77 Director of Containment1, and only for the purposes of continued research into the nature of SCP-4935. Description: SCP-4935 is the group designation for two phenomena. The first, identified as SCP-4935-α, is a temporal anomaly existing within the Sankuru Nature Preserve in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. The anomaly can be identified visually, as light further away from the anomaly appears to red-shift as the observer draws closer to it. Inversely, the anomaly and the area directly around it appear blue-shifted to outside observers, who will see anything approaching the anomaly appear to blue-shift towards an indeterminate point in the center of the anomaly and disappear. The same is true in reverse for anything exiting the anomaly, as returning subjects will appear red-shifted until they match pace with the standard flow of spacetime. SCP-4935-α-PRIME (hereafter identified simply as SCP-4935) is the point in time beyond the SCP-4935-α anomaly. Analysis of the stars visible in the sky within SCP-4935 has determined that SCP-4935 is the planet Earth, roughly 130,000 years in the future from the present day. Due to changes in the planet’s atmospheric composition, the air within SCP-4935 contains significantly more oxygen than present day, leading to an abundance of megaflora. The area directly around SCP-4935-α within SCP-4935 is a grove of trees, many of which are in excess of 200m in height. SCP-4935 is seemingly devoid of intelligent life, with two significant exceptions. The first is a race of secretive and highly advanced pseudo-humanoid entities who self identify, phonetically, as the Akot2. These entities inhabit the dark, canopied forests of the planet in small numbers, often in underground vaults or other similarly protected structures. They appear generally similar to modern humans, with elongated skulls, larger, deep set eyes, reduced mouths and noses, less robust chests and abdomens and longer, leaner arms and legs. The Akot3 describe themselves as protectors and guardians of a massive4, levitating black cube situated above a similarly massive machine complex near the center of the African continent. This cube, composed primarily of silica and carbon with trace organic compounds throughout, is called the “Hereafter”, and is a site of significant religious importance to the Akot. According to the Akot, the Hereafter was constructed as resting place for the some ninety-three billion persons who lived on the Earth at the time of its construction, all of whom had lost the biological ability to die. As time passed and the age of these peoples grew unceasingly long, several major wars broke out and the species, as a whole, descended into madness. The Hereafter was designed as a way for the peoples of the Earth to enter a suspended state, until such time that the ability to die could be restored to the species. The Akot were those entrusted to maintain the Hereafter and continue researching the nature of the biological alteration the planet had experienced. This event was likely a hypothesized ΩK-Class ("End-of-Death") Scenario, though the biological triggers for such an event are still unknown. The Akot universally suffer from a debilitating genetic disorder that causes their bodies to deteriorate over time. To offset this, these entities often augment their bodies with technology designed to enhance their reduced functions. However, the most significant consequence of the genetic disorder is that the Akot have a tenuous connection to three-dimensional space. Due to an event sometime in their past5, the Akot exist within two spatial dimensions simultaneously. Through the use of highly advanced technology they have been able to “anchor” themselves in the baseline dimension, though the condition still puts a considerable strain on their bodies and they are still subject to violent and painful dimensional shifts if the anchors fail. The Akot call this alternate dimension the “High Horror”, and discussion of the dimension is strictly taboo. The second exception is a massive6, scorpioid entity (SCP-4935-β) that is currently intertwined with and attempting to pierce the exterior of the Hereafter7. SCP-4935-β, which is biological in nature, is called the “Corpse-Father” by the Akot, and has been on the planet for roughly six-hundred years8. The origin of this entity is unknown. This entity is capable of spawning larval incarnations of itself through its chitinous flesh in large swarms. These larval entities are aggressive and dangerous in large numbers, but have short life-spans9. The Akot have claimed that SCP-4935-α exists due to a series of experiments testing machines designed to collapse the linear flow of time in a controlled area, as they as a species no longer have the physical capability or technological advantage needed to combat the SCP-4935-β entity. To date, it is believed that these experiments have been unsuccessful [NOTE: SEE ADDENDUM 4935.6 FOR MORE INFORMATION] Addendum 4935.1: Dr. Monakker’s Memo Memorandum on SCP-4935 Dr. Isaiah Monakker We established contact with the humanoid entities within the anomaly last Thursday at approximately 0725 hrs local time. They are an incredibly secretive people, as their entire culture is seemingly built around their staying out of sight. During our initial exchange, a handful of them who we were not interacting with stood absolutely unmoving around us, to the point where you could miss them if you weren’t actively trying to remember they were still there. It’s an incredibly bizarre feeling. Language ended up not being the issue we thought it might. The world they inhabit is well over one-hundred thousand years into the future of ours, and while they have evolved past the point of needed verbal languages, they have seemingly held on to the technology required to reproduce verbal speech in case they needed to interact with any of the people inside the Cube. It doesn’t reproduce “English” or “Spanish”, but some kind of delta wave that produces a verbal response in the language the listener is most familiar with. They’ve given us a handful of these units for study - I can’t begin to imagine how useful this might be to us if we can reverse engineer these. They have a name for themselves, but for some reason it doesn’t translate properly. The word we’re using is “Akot”, since that’s the nearest phonetic we can make any sense of. They say it means “gravedigger”, but there’s such a heavy spiritual emphasis on the word that it ends up not meaning anything to us without context. Their language is like that - they can communicate with us since we have adjacent (if frighteningly under-advanced) neurological physiology, but a lot of what they say is based in this deep-seated mysticism that is meaningless to us when translated. We’re getting better at communicating, but a true understanding of their culture is going to require that we bridge that gap at some point. However, I’m getting ahead of myself. The Cube. They call it the “Hereafter”, and it holds a deep religious significance for them. Most of what they know about it has been passed down through legend, but I think we’ve gotten the gist of it: At some point in their distant past (potentially more than 100,000 years, which puts that date dangerously close to the modern day), humans as a species suddenly lost the ability to die, biologically. The Akot call these people the “Forerunners” - human beings who had gained immortality and had their society radically changed. Many of the great cities on their planet were built in the next five-hundred years or so, though all of these are little more than ruins on their planet now. The Akot also talk about voyagers who set sail for the stars with their newfound immortality, though little else is said about them. Since people could no longer die, the population began to boom out of control. They were able to control this somehow early on, but after a certain point the birth rate was unsustainable. Resources grew incredibly scarce and people began to starve. They still couldn’t die though, so it seems like they just suffered for what was essentially the next thousand years. More left the planet, but eventually they ran out of material to build rockets with. Their technology had improved dramatically, but these struggles suffocated them. Their society began to collapse, and resource wars broke out. These were made worse by the fact that there were never any deaths in these wars, just more and more mangled bodies with consciousnesses attached to them. They eventually realized that blowing someone up wouldn’t kill them either, just scatter their consciousness into some sort of disorganized hell - a fate they consider to be the ultimate anguish. This was about the time the Akot were created, by the way. Dr. Flavius is filing his report next, and it should contain more information about that. Needless to say they were also looking for a way to die, but their experiments backfired in a pretty significant way. Regardless, after the wars had crippled the population the world sort of went silent for a while. The Akot archivist I spoke to said that they have better records of the medieval dark ages than they do for this period. If it wasn’t for timekeeping devices that kept moving, it would be like that time had never happened at all. They also don’t have much on record about who built the Cube or where it came from, though it’s definitely extraterrestrial. There was a group of thirteen people who offered to the world an escape from their lives through sleep. The Cube would feed them and clean them and keep them sleeping, and if somewhere down the road they were able to die again, the Cube would kill them. The only ones who weren’t invited into the Cube were the first Akot, who were too fragile to enter the Cube and had already been ostracized by society for what they had done. They were left to clean up the world and watch over the Cube, a task that generations of Akot have been doing for more than one-hundred thousand years. Let me be clear about something, in case you end up interacting with any of these entities - they are remarkably old. They also can’t die, so they essentially just stay alive until their bodies become so ravaged by the dimensional shifting that they collapse and can’t keep going. These are still conscious entities, mind you, but they just don’t function any longer. They reproduce only enough to keep a sustainable population active, but some of the oldest members of their society are in excess of 20,000 years old. They perceive time differently - and speaking to them is difficult. Most of the interpreters we spoke to were only a few hundred or thousand years old. Either way, they’ve continued on like that for a long, long time. That is, until the Corpse Father appeared. Addendum 4935.2: Transcript of Exploration Attempt EX.4935.03 Note: The following exploration attempt was conducted shortly after contact with the Akot people, when the nature of the machine named the "Hereafter" by the Akot was determined. Conducting this exploration was Mobile Task Force Epsilon-45 "Base Jumpers". The following agents were assigned to this attempt: E-45 Murphy - Team Lead / Fire Support E-45 Santos - Fire Support E-45 Li - Fire Support E-45 Jackson - Logistics Support E-45 Ailes - Communications E-45 Murphy: Let's get mics hot. Everybody plugged in? E-45 Li: I'm on. E-45 Jackson: Check. E-45 Santos: Mic check. E-45 Murphy: How do we sound Coop? E-45 Ailes: Everyone is green. We're good to go. E-45 Murphy: Alright. For the record, we're on to the complex beneath the main cuboid construct. The locals call it the "Ark". We just need to get in, scout it out, grab some samples, and so on. E-45 Li: The usual. E-45 Murphy: Yep. The usual. Stay close, and let's try to get out of here in one piece, aye? Team moves down a hill and leaves the nearby forest. In front of them is the construct beneath the "Hereafter", a mechanical superstructure the size of a small city. Long metal extensions rise up towards the cube above. There are no signs of life. E-45 Santos: Fuck me that thing10 is big. E-45 Murphy: That it is. They're already planning on trying to get teams up there to look at that a little closer, too. In the distance, something heavy falls from the sky from behind the cube and lands somewhere in the superstructure below. E-45 Ailes: What was that? E-45 Murphy: We can't, uh, we can't see it from here, but there's this big ugly thing on the other side of the cube. Some kind of huge scorpion. It's trying to get into the cube - has been for a few hundred years, apparently. We'll try and stay on this side of the Ark to avoid any of the falling debris. Team approaches the superstructure. A tall perimeter of metal pylons extends around the exterior of the structure. E-45 Jackson: Alright, let's see what the Mole Rat tech can do. E-45 Jackson plants a canister on the ground, which fires a harpoon into the air. The harpoon plants onto the ground on the other side of the barrier. The E-45 team members attached motorized harnesses to the cable, which pull them up towards the top of the barrier. Once there, they climb to the other side and slide down using the harnesses. E-45 Santos: Those are pretty great. E-45 Jackson: Yeah, I've been pretty impressed. Since they started phasing out the Rats as a task force all of this great gear is suddenly appearing, free to use. It's wild. E-45 Murphy: Alright, let's take a look here. We're at the south eastern edge, so there's a structure about… three-hundred meters from us that looks promising. Let's head that way. Team proceeds towards tallest nearby structure. E-45 Murphy: We're actually lucky this thing is as old as it is. They were still putting doors on buildings back then - anymore these guys can just sort of pass through walls now, they're really immater- E-45 Li: Hang on, listen. Inside the structure there is the distinct sound of metal striking metal. The sound is periodic and is not loud. E-45 Santos: Are we expecting to run into anyone in here? E-45 Murphy: No. Let's get that door open. Team removes corrosion on a nearby door to access the structure. Once removed, the door falls to the ground with a loud crash. E-45 Ailes: They heard that. E-45 Li: The sound is gone. E-45 Murphy: Let's get inside. Come on. Team enters the structure. Within is a series of tall open areas, likely ventilation towers. They have no visible bottom. Running across them is a narrow elevated walkway suspended from rigging attached to the walls. E-45 Jackson: What was this built for? E-45 Murphy: It's a doomsday machine. It was made to kill them, but it didn't work. They've got all kinds of theories about why - the most prevalent is that they just weren't smart enough to understand the original creator's intention, or something. It's a big deal to them - sort of a point of both pride and shame. E-45 Ailes: It's eerie. E-45 Li: Hey, listen. That sound is back. The metal tapping sound has returned, and is close enough now to be heard easily. E-45 Jackson: There, look. On the walkway. The team shines a light down the walkway. Roughly twenty meters away, a humanoid figure is visible, half protruding from a nearby wall. One of the figure's hands is extended, grasped around a short piece of metal tubing. This figure is slowly tapping the tubing against the wall. E-45 Murphy: Hello? Who's there? The figure ceases movement. A single extant eye opens, the other being part of the wall. The eye is milky white. As the team approaches, it becomes clear that the figure is an Akot, though time appears to have grossly altered its features. E-45 Murphy: Can you hear us? Unknown Akot: (The figure's voice is barely audible) A dream. A dream. Another dream. Can you hear us? Who dreams like this? E-45 Murphy: My name is Captain Murphy, we're a group of explorers. Can you understand us? Unknown Akot: You- you are real? You can see me and you hear my voice? (Pauses) You are not of my people. I cannot see you, but I feel you. Who are you? E-45 Murphy: We're travelers. We've come from far away. We're exploring this area - what is this place? Unknown Akot: Do you- can you kill me? E-45 Murphy: Excuse me? Unknown Akot: Please - do you have the means? Have you come to kill me? When my body began to fail me, I fell into the Horror - I was not brave like Gerryon. Gerryon resides now in Hell, but I was afraid. I came here, into the machine, to sustain me, but it is worse. The loneliness. The darkness. I am alone. I am alone. Can you kill me? E-45 Murphy: We can't, I'm sorry. We're just exploring - can you tell us about this place? Unknown Akot: (Choked gasp) I had thought, maybe, after all this time we would have learned… I am called Housinn, have you heard my name? Do they still speak it? (Silence) No. No. It has been six-thousand years since I came here. There will be none who remember me now. E-45 Murphy: Where are we? Unknown Akot: This was our last bastion. We came here, noble Ilysses and his company, to stand opposed against the Master of Corpses. There were many of us, but they have been scattered into the darkness. I was afraid. I came here and hid, to wait. E-45 Murphy: Six-thousand years - we were told the creature came here six hundred years ago? Unknown Akot: Who told you this? The craven king Berlan? He has no doubt passed into the shadow as well. They lie to you. They lie - I have seen it. I was there on the day that the seas opened up and it crawled out of the depths. Six-thousand years, I know it. I was there. Why would they lie? What have they asked you - to protect them? To give them aid? There is no aid. The Corpse-Father is inevitability. Gerryon has abandoned us. What remains? Who is left? Perhaps in their arrogance they believed that you would be fooled into thinking they had not exhausted all of their options. E-45 Ailes: What do you mean? Unknown Akot: They will act in desperation now. I know it. I have dreamed of it, for so many years. A day when they would expend their last efforts and we might be saved, in one way or another. (Pauses) I want to die. I want to die. Why can't I die? Why has this simple mercy eluded us? E-45 Murphy: This machine - does it have a control area? How is it operated? Unknown Akot: The center - Gerryon's Ark. It is there. But - the Ark cannot be tasked any longer. It has expended itself. There is no more use for it. There is no salvation here. E-45 Murphy: I understand. (To team) Let's move forward. Unknown Akot: No! Please, no. Do not leave, please. It has been so long, here in the darkness - they have forgotten me. They have left me to rot here forever, please. The Corpse-Father might pass over me, and then I will be here alone, until the stars go out. How many years? Millions? Billions? I cannot- I cannot do it. Please, please! The team moves away from the Akot. The figure continues to plead until the team is further down the walkway. After a short time the figure ceases to vocalize, and the metal tapping continues. The team continues through the innerworkings of the machine for some time, pausing occasionally to check telemetry or take samples. The machine is very complex but entirely inert - no sound except for the team is audible. Extraneous dialogue is omitted from these logs. Eventually, the team reaches a series of illuminated hallways. They follow the hallways towards a central area. The hallway eventually exits into a large, circular expanse. In the center of the expanse is an illuminated pillar of coiled steel tubing stretching up several hundred meters. At the top of the pillar is a dull blue ring of metal, occasionally pulsing with a dim light. Far above the top of this pillar is the bottom-most corner of the black cube above. E-45 Santos: This is probably what he was talking about, aye? The poor son of a bitch in the wall? (Pauses) What do you reckon that thing is? E-45 Jackson: Good question. (Looks up) Probably has something to do with that thing. The team advances towards the structure. Suddenly, a figure appears in front of them. The figure is a young boy - distinctly human, with a noticeably different physiology than modern humans. Sensors attached to E-45 Ailes' equipment identify that this figure is immaterial - likely a projection of light or other similar holographic image. E-45 Li: Jesu- Projection: Greetings, travelers11. My name is Gerryon, engineer of the forsaken peoples of this world. You have arrived at our final resting place - we were cursed by an uncaring creator with a tormented existence that would not end, but by the grace of this machine we were delivered unto restful death. Tread lightly on these hallowed grounds. E-45 Santos: Think it can hear us? Projection: (To E-45 Santos) Of course. This database was created to answer and respond to the inquiries of all those who may come across our burial place. E-45 Murphy: What was this machine designed to do? Projection: Long before I was born, my species collectively decided that we would prefer death over the continued torment of an existence without end. We tried - and failed - to reach that end, by any means. This machine is the culmination of our efforts; a device that, when activated, will rend our souls from our bodies and sever the threads that can be said to be keeping us alive. E-45 Murphy: How is this machine powered? Projection: That information has been expunged from this database. E-45 Jackson: Expunged? What? E-45 Murphy: When was this device activated? Projection: The device has not been activated. E-45 Ailes: What? E-45 Murphy: How does this device determine if it was activated? Projection: There are still living human beings on this planet. Due to this, it is impossible that the device has been activated. E-45 Murphy: (Pauses) How was this machine created? Projection: That information has been expunged from this database. E-45 Murphy: (Pauses) How did Gerryon know how to create this machine? Projection: Gerryon was the product of the greatest minds of several generations. His birth was conceived by the most advanced sciences of the day, and the stimulation of his mind followed. When he awoke into being he was given access to the greatest compendium of knowledge this world had to offer. E-45 Murphy: Where did he get that knowledge? Projection: The SCP Foundation had collected a massive archive of- (pauses) I'm sorry, it appears any additional information has been expunged. E-45 Murphy: Now that's something. (Pauses) One more thing. Can this machine be activated? Projection: The Ark is no longer functional to its intended purpose in its current state. It has been modified by a third-party to perform a different task. E-45 Murphy: What task is that? Projection: I'm sorry, that information is not available. Team continues to explore for a short time afterwards, but no additional information of note is recovered. Team is extracted in full after a short stay within the anomaly. After extraction, the exploration team noted a dilation in their experienced time and the time experienced on Earth. The discrepancy lead to a larger investigation into the flow of time in the area surrounding the anomaly. This investigation determined that there was a slight dilation in the area directly surrounding the anomaly. 1200 hrs EST 1/2/2019 Site-17 1857 hrs CAT -3 MINUTES 1200 hrs EST 1/9/2019 Site-17 1857 hrs CAT -3 MINUTES 1200 hrs EST 1/16/2019 Site-17 1856 hrs CAT -4 MINUTES 1200 hrs EST 1/23/2019 Site-17 1856 hrs CAT -4 MINUTES This investigation is ongoing. Addendum 4935.3: Excerpt from Dr. Flavius’ Report - “SCP-4935: The Akot People” SCP-4935: The Akot People Dr. Jean Flavius The Akot trace common ancestry to human beings, though the exact date is difficult to determine. The commonly held belief is that the Akot as a species emerged shortly before the Long Dark, as part of an experiment designed to help them achieve death. The early Akot believed that the soul was separate from the body, and that instant transmission of the soul to a higher plane of existence (similar to their deeply held religious beliefs involving death) would terminate their consciousnesses and allow for a way to “bypass” death. The machine they built to accomplish this still exists - it lays dormant now, beneath the Hereafter at what we would consider the Ile M'Bamou near modern day Brazzaville. It is the resting place for those Akot whose bodies have abandoned them and now live quiet, unmoving, undying lives. Interestingly enough, the Akot acknowledge that they named themselves after their ancestors having to bury their living dead in the mausoleum of the great machine. Whether or not this attempt would have been successful is irrelevant - a chief scientist at the time made a critical miscalculation, and instead of separating the souls of his people from their bodies and sending them away to pseudo-death, the machine tore the Akot - body and mind - from this dimension and sent them to the place they call the “High Horror”. Then, instead of bringing them back, the machine left them to dance on the edge of a wire separating the two realities, so they are never truly comfortable in one or the other. They would later build machines to help offset this, but they are a meager comfort. The Akot are perpetually tormented between the darkness of their home world, and the nightmares of the other. The Akot continue to believe, even after so many years, that technology will save them. They have built incredible machines that allow them to move silently, unseen through the world, communicate with each other using only their minds, and move in ways that humans were never meant to. But they are frail, and their machines are diminishing. The presence of the Corpse-Father only exacerbated what was already a dire situation - a time is coming soon (relative to their lifespans) when there will no longer be enough healthy Akot left to sustain their machines, and their undying bodies will all fall into the High Horror. That is, as we understand it, why they developed the temporal anomaly we classified as SCP-4935-α. They know that they’re running out of time, and they know that the Corpse-Father will not only be their own ruination, but also the ruination of the sleeping people inside the Hereafter, as well. It would, for all intents and purposes, be the damnation of their race. So they’ve called back through time to see if there is any way their ancestors could help them with this threat. At least, that’s what they’re telling us. Addendum 4935.4: Excerpt from Dr. Tanner’s Report - “SCP-4935-β: The Corpse-Father” SCP-4935-β: The Corpse-Father Dr. Bernard Tanner We’ve seen an entity like SCP-4935-β before - specifically, the SCP-4812-K entity is a similar scorpioid entity, though dramatically smaller than SCP-4935-β. There are some other major physiological differences as well; larger exoskeletal plates, a wider barb at the end of its primary tail appendage, etc. Given the similarities, though, it’s difficult for us to rule out that SCP-4935-β might be the same entity at some point in that world’s future. The Akot speak little about SCP-4935-β, who they call the “Corpse-Father”, except to describe the wedge it drove into their population. It’s worth noting here before beginning that when the Akot use the word we hear as “corpse”, it doesn’t mean what we think it means. So far as we can tell, when they say “corpse” they’re describing the Sleepers, both the ones in the Hereafter and the Akot on their planet that have lived for so long they have gone past madness and into a sort of waking catatonia. These beings are “alive”, but the Akot don’t really view them as functional, and thus call them corpses. SCP-4935-β isn’t extra-terrestrial - on the contrary, the Akot describe it as having “crawled out of the sea” some six-hundred years prior, which seems to have been something that the Akot didn’t know was possible12. The first Akot called SCP-4935-β the “annihilator with a thousand eyes”, and describe the head of the entity as having many faces joined together. The explanation I was given is that SCP-4935-β consumes creatures - humans, animals, etc, and adds their faces and, seemingly, their consciousnesses to its own. This is where the divide emerged - investigation of SCP-4935-β resulted in two distinct camps. The first were the Akot who believed that being ingested by the Corpse-Father would be a fate worse even than those who had been torn apart in the wars of long-ago. They saw the writhing, screaming faces on the head of SCP-4935-β and feared it. The other camp called themselves the “Corpse-Children”, and believed that SCP-4935-β was their deliverance. They claimed that SCP-4935-β would take their faces, yes, but obliterate their soul and free them from the shackles of their mortal coil. This conflict was not a small one, and fractured the already tenuous Akot society. It ended when twenty-five thousand Akot (roughly 40% of their total population at the time) marched to the sea to meet SCP-4935-β. As expected, the Corpse-Father consumed them, but when their faces appeared on the entity’s head they were in anguish and cried out to their brethren to save them and forgive them. The remaining Akot tried to kill SCP-4935-β, and describe some frankly bogglingly advanced weaponry they used to do so. Nanites that would turn its body to dust, rods of plasma that would drop on it from the sky, nuclear weapons that today we would consider impossible and other, more terrible machinations. When the skies cleared and the dust had settled, the Akot had exhausted their arsenals and SCP-4935-β was unimpeded. Eventually it would reach the Hereafter and begin trying to chew through it, seemingly to reach the people inside. Beyond being a blasphemy to the Akot, failing to protect the Sleepers within the Hereafter would be betraying their most sacred calling, and isn’t something they would even discuss letting happen. With that in mind, the larger picture of the Akot's desperation becomes clear. They are trapped between the place they call the High Horror, the winding down of their own machines, the crushing responsibility of caring for the souls in the Hereafter and now the unkillable Corpse-Father. They were already at the brink before this latest threat, but their situation has become immeasurably grim. This brings us to SCP-4935-α. When we first crossed the threshold of their time and our own, we were told that they created the anomaly to try and get help from the past, which we thought was suspicious at the time. Even now, weakened as they are and so few in number, they could destroy us in the blink of an eye. We’re a hundred-thousand years removed from their technological achievements - what could we possibly accomplish that they haven’t been able to? Then the story changed, and we were told that the anomaly was a result of failed weapons testing against SCP-4935-β, which was more reasonable but still didn’t explain why they would have lied in the first place. They never addressed the lie, either. We’ve found out why. Dr. Regal, I believe, has that in her report. Addendum 4935.5: SCP-4935 Near-Vicinity Time Dilation Report Control Time Date Location Dilated Time Dilation Amount 1200 hrs EST 1/30/2019 Site-17 1855 hrs CAT -5 MINUTES 1200 hrs EST 2/6/2019 Site-17 1853 hrs CAT -7 MINUTES 1200 hrs EST 2/13/2019 Site-17 1844 hrs CAT -16 MINUTES 1200 hrs EST 2/20/2019 Site-17 1831 hrs CAT -29 MINUTES 1200 hrs EST 2/21/2019 Site-17 1756 hrs CAT -64 MINUTES 1200 hrs EST 2/22/2019 Site-17 1525 hrs CAT -215 MINUTES NOTE: DATA POINT EXCEEDS ALLOWED VARIANCE. Addendum 4935.6: Excerpt from Dr. Regal’s Report - “SCP-4935-α” Report on SCP-4935-α Dr. Jamie Regal The Akot trace their ancestry back to the first humans who attempted to end their grossly prolonged existence using technology to break the bond between body and soul. They call the machine “Gerryon’s Ark”, and it sits directly below the Hereafter. They credit the development of the machine to Gerryon, a sort of legendary mythical figure, who is both demonized and deified in their culture. Gerryon was a chief scientist who built the machine that damned them, but they also believe the machine is their salvation, and that Gerryon’s vision was marred by the first Akot and the Sleepers and that's why it hasn't saved them yet. Worth mentioning here is that, according to Akot legend, Gerryon was only eight years old13 when he commissioned and had constructed the Ark, which may have had something to do with the disaster that unseated the Akot from this dimension. Either way, they believe if they can deduce the exact functionality of the machine, as Gerryon intended, it will save them. A few days ago, one of our engineering teams produced some troubling findings. Exploratory teams on the far side of SCP-4935-α were no longer experiencing the 1-to-1 forward progression through time they had previously. The most recent team reported spending the allotted 180 minutes on the other side of SCP-4935-α, whereas our teams on our side reported they were gone for 277 minutes. In other words, the forward progression on the far side of the anomaly appears to be slowing considerably relative to our own. After putting together our findings, we approached the Akot about it. They were surprisingly frank about it - SCP-4935-α wasn’t the result of them trying to reach us for help, or some sort of weapons test. It was an open valve. [BEGIN LOG] Ti-8: Do you have any explanation for our findings? Archivist: Your findings are correct. In our shame, we have deceived you. Ti-8: Shame about what? Archivist: We are out of time. I don’t mean to reduce this explanation to making excuses, but all options are justified. Ti-8: I don’t understand. Archivist: Death is a long lost dream. For the gravediggers, and for those Sleepers in the graves, all that can be accomplished is an end of suffering. Time expounds our agony. It was decided, a short time ago, that there is no end to the sorrow of the Corpse-Father that does not also follow the end of time. Ti-8: Is this why we’ve seen alterations in our relative experience of the forward progression of linear time? Archivist: It is Gerryon’s last gift. We cannot escape agony. We cannot escape torment. We cannot escape the Corpse-Father, and we cannot abandon the Sleepers. Time brings us closer to the moment of our final defeat, and stopping that progression is our last chance. Gerryon’s Ark will interrupt the flow of time, and with it will pause our suffering forever. Ti-8: On how large a scale? Archivist: In our youth we may have dreamed to stop the stars spinning in the sky, but our might has waned. Here, in the cradle of our birth, we will draw the line in the sand. Whatever takes place outside of our collapsed state will mean nothing to us. Perhaps we will remain in that state until the universe grows cold and dark and is snuffed out completely. Perhaps then will we be given our reprieve. Ti-8: To be clear, this is the same machine that caused your people to become disconnected from three-dimensional space, correct? Archivist: It is. We do not fault Gerryon, no more than we would fault the sun rising or the wind blowing. Gerryon was nature, a mind conceived by the blessings of the Earth. Those who first laid hands on his Ark and could not conceive his vision turned the machine against us. It has been many long millenia since then, and we have grown and learned. We have peered into the heart of Gerryon’s design and seen its majesty. Ti-8: What is the temporal anomaly? The one that we entered here through? Archivist does not immediately respond. Ti-8: Do you hear me? Archivist: Yes. Ti-8: Do you have anything to say? Archivist: There will always be error. In such desperate circumstances, those errors may result in unfortunate casualty. It is no fault of ours. Ti-8: What kind of error is it? Archivist does not respond. Ti-8: What is it? Archivist: (Agitated) Do not think to speak so freely to me. You and your people cannot even begin to comprehend the full depth of the suffering laid upon my people these many long years. You are fleeting creatures with fleeting existences, you do not understand what it is to feel pain. To experience horror. You know nothing. (Pauses) Do not judge me, forefather. Do not judge us for our fear. We have known nothing but agony for thousands upon thousands of years, and we have long since abandoned the courage of our youth. We are afraid, and we are cowardly, and we want to die. We want to die more than anything else we could possibly desire, but fate has decided to spare us that solitary mercy. So we will take this last unkindness away from it. Ti-8: What is the anomaly? Archivist: We feared that we would have to turn Gerryon's Ark upon ourselves, and I will admit that this frightened us more than nearly anything. But Gerryon blessed us with a reprieve. The Ark is not for us, forefather. The Ark is for you. You have not yet been touched by the long dread finger of a life everlasting. We will collapse your timeline, and you will not have to suffer. We will not be born into suffering. Ti-8: You understand that we will not allow that to happen. Archivist: You have no choice. We attempted to activate the Ark here, but instead of what we had intended, it opened the way to your time. This is when we knew, forefather. This was Gerryon's gift, intended for you. His will cannot be undone. You must receive it. Ti-8: This would mean our destruction, you understand that? Archivist: No. Not destruction. Can't you see? Salvation. Salvation for us both. [END LOG] Addendum 4935.7: Ethics Committee Memorandum Ethics Committee Memorandum SCP-4935 Precedent indicates that Foundation teams and operatives should take every opportunity to avoid hostile action towards anomalous entities, artifacts, and locations, even when those anomalies are themselves hostile. Due to our belief that these anomalies can do a greater service to humanity through research and understanding than through their destruction, this committee has often found that action which may result in the annihilation of an anomaly is both unnecessary and unacceptable. However, when the hostile actions of an anomaly would threaten to disrupt the actions of the Foundation and the security of the civilian populace, certain necessary measures must be taken. In the case of SCP-4935, in which an anomalous populace has threatened action against both the Foundation and our world's population, this committee finds it ethically allowable to take actions that may result in the collapse of the primary SCP-4935 anomaly, as well as any damaging effects this may have on the inhabitants of the anomaly. By majority vote, this committee ordains the plan established by Dr. Regal to mitigate the risk of SCP-4935's hostile actions against our world. Vote Aye - 7 Dr. J. Jaillet / Dr. P. Walters / Dr. M. Mumbai / Dr. L. Olinger / Dr. J. Cimmerian / Dr. C. Kirby Vote Nay - 2 Dr. Y. Johns / Dr. B. Potter Addendum 4935.8: Management of SCP-4935's Hostile Actions On 1/31/2019, Foundation engineers under the supervision of Dr. Jamie Regal (Site-77) established two Scranton-Lang Energized Nullifiers at the site of SCP-4935. These nullifiers quickly collapsed the SCP-4935 anomaly. At the same time, several large explosive devices placed within the "Gerryon's Ark" device were detonated, with the intended purpose of disabling the machine used to generate the SCP-4935 anomaly. Shortly before the collapse of the primary anomaly, when the anomaly itself had shrunken by over half, the forms of several Akot were visible on the other side of the anomaly. Several limbs and other body parts were pushed through the anomaly, as if in a frantic attempt to cross it. However, the anomaly continued to collapse, crushing those attempting to pass through it. Once the anomaly had fully exhausted, no trace of it or the individuals stuck in it remained. After several hours, time dilation in the area around SCP-4935 had been reduced to zero. Once a sufficient amount of time had passed, the nullifiers were de-energized, and the anomaly did not reform. By a vote of 9-0, the Classification Committee approved Dr. Regal's request that the anomaly remain in the EUCLID-Class until such time that the anomaly could be confirmed to no longer be a risk for re-emergence. Footnotes 1. Currently Dr. Jamie Regal. 2. Akot, in the Akot dialect, means “gravedigger”. 3. Per direction from the Foundation’s Classification Committee, the human entities within SCP-4935 are not sufficiently anomalous to themselves warrant an anomalous entity identifier, as the sum of their distinguishing characteristics can be explained, presumably, by technological advancement, evolution, and time. 4. Roughly 20km x 20km x 20km. 5. The same event that triggered the genetic changes that later created the wasting disorder. 6. Roughly 7.9km from head to tail, though the tail alone accounts for 5.95km of this length. 7. The Akot claim that this entity is “eating” its way into the Hereafter through the dense outer layers of the structure. As such, the forewardmost sections of the entity, including its face, sensory organs, and its first row of multi-segmented appendages are not visible from the ground, as these are all buried into the outer layer of the Hereafter’s superstructure. 8. The accuracy of this figure is in question. 9. Most entities becoming exhausted within 30 hours. 10. Referencing the cube. 11. Team reports that the projection's speech does not need to be translated. 12. With little other explanation, the Akot archivist said “the creatures in the seas perished long ago.” 13. This fact leads to an interesting dichotomy in the Akot civilization. Gerryon is heralded as a once-in-a-civilization level genius who singlehandedly designed the Ark, but did so when he was only a child. The Akot have extreme reverence for the elderly (by their standards), but little for the young, except for the very young, who they say are "blessed by Gerryon" and are often isolated from any dangers in the hopes that the young Akot will become the next Gerryon. Additionally, according to their legends Gerryon was pulled into the High Horror and trapped there, unable to return to receive the implants that would anchor him in this world. The Akot don't like to talk about it, but it is generally accepted that he is still there. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4935" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4935. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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SCP-4936 | euclid | Thank you to Lt Flops, DianaBerry, TrustyOlValet2 does not match any existing user name, Veralta does not match any existing user name, Greyve, J Habsburg, and Marcelles_Raynes does not match any existing user name for providing crit. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4936 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-4936 within Cancer; note bottom-rightmost star. (Hover to enlarge.) SCP-4936 during its 2014 migration. (Hover to enlarge.) Special Containment Procedures: Remote monitoring of Beta Cancri has been assigned to Joint Research Task Force Phi-4 ("Zodiac Hunters"), composed of members of the Foundation's Department of Essophysics and the Astronomical Phenomena Division. Extensive observation of SCP-4936 is to occur during the astronomical summer, until JRTF Phi-4 determines that SCP-4936 has migrated to Earth. JRTF Phi-4 will then approximate its destination on Earth within one kilometer of accuracy, using resources provided by the Department of Essophysics. In order to protect SCP-4936, it will be remotely escorted by JRTF Phi-4 members until its departure to Cancer. Throughout the duration of SCP-4936's time on Earth, media-blackout protocols will be in effect to prevent discovery of Beta Cancri's disappearance. Containment procedures for the mass extinction of crabs are presently being drafted and will be put into effect if SCP-4936 is neutralized. Description: SCP-4936 is Beta Cancri, the brightest star in the zodiacal constellation of Cancer. SCP-4936 is theorized to be an essophysical anomaly embodying all decapodic crustaceans of the infraorder Brachyura: colloquially, marine and terrestrial crabs. SCP-4936's essophysical properties constitute any significant injury, emotional trauma, or large-scale containment efforts imposed upon it affecting the global crab population in an analogous fashion.1 Although SCP-4936 usually presents as Beta Cancri, it is capable of altering its physical form, usually to take the appearance of a mundane crab. Attempts to communicate with SCP-4936 in any of its forms have been universally unsuccessful. SCP-4936 engages in an annual migration pattern during the terrestrial summertime, to and from Earth. Beta Cancri will appear to "wink" and disappear, at which time a single crab will manifest in Earth's lower atmosphere and fall into an ocean near a continental coast. All documented migration events have followed a similar process, recorded below. SCP-4936 emerges from the ocean onto a terrestrial beach as an ostensibly non-anomalous crab. It is usually not noticed by beachgoers at this time, barring one migration where it presented as a coconut crab (Birgus latro). SCP-4936 searches for a suitable nesting ground in the surrounding sand where it can bury its body. SCP-4936 gradually displaces the sand and settles into the deposit, using its claws to bury itself. Once SCP-4936 is completely buried, it sleeps until nighttime. If the beach experiences considerable precipitation, SCP-4936 may relocate to a different environment. When night falls, SCP-4936 will exit its nesting ground and explore the surrounding beach — this usually entails crossing local sand dunes and interacting with groups of non-anomalous crabs. At dawn, SCP-4936 will return to its nesting ground. This day-night cycle continues until the approximate end of the terrestrial summer. The migration event will terminate, and SCP-4936 will disappear, at which time Beta Cancri may be observed again. Addendum.4936.1 INITIAL CONTACT REQUEST: URGENT Response Transcript Request filed to the Overseer Council on 2012/06/19 by the Department of Essophysics. STAY OF IMMEDIATE CONTAINMENT The relevant specimen. (Hover to enlarge.) FOREWORD: On 2012/06/19, the Astronomical Phenomena Division was unable to locate Beta Cancri within the constellation of Cancer. A selective media-blackout was immediately issued by the Overseer Council to disguise the star's disappearance. Independently, the Department of Essophysics noted Strayer Radiation collating between Earth and the former location of Beta Cancri. Specialists extrapolated the path between the two celestial bodies to Navagio Beach, Greece, and discovered a single Atlantic marsh fiddler crab (Uca pugnax) which emitted non-hazardous amounts of cosmic and Strayer radiation. The Council has responded to the Department's report with an unwarranted display of force, dispatching three animalian containment teams to Navagio within the hour. Our department has and will continue to deter their access to the specimen until the teams disperse. REQUEST: Disperse the teams sent to contain the specimen. If the specimen is an essophysical anomaly as our department suspects, then the Foundation risks conceptually containing all living crabs — the exact result of which is unknown, but almost certainly unfavorable. O5-3, please cease this. A star has disappeared, but your concerns right now are very much terrestrial. Transcript recorded by O5-3 at Navagio Beach, Greece following the receipt of the previous request. Due to the urgency of the developing circumstances, contact occurred at 03:00 AM. <BEGIN LOG> [Helicopter blades beat loudly as the transport descends onto Navagio Beach. O5-3 removes ver fingers from the camera embedded in ver shirt, reaching to extricate verself from ver harness. Ve looks outside the windows to see Dr. Genevieve on the sandy strip, outlined by the pitch-black of the night.] O5-3: Ford, set us down. Campbell and Lewis: Alba looks like she'll be greeting us. Get ready. [Ford flashes O5-3 a thumbs-up from the cockpit, and O5-3 nods in reply. The transport descends to the beach, resting on an impromptu air-strip. Campbell and O5-3 reach for the door's hand simultaneously; as their hands meet on the handle, the air pops loudly. Campbell winces and jerks back.] Campbell: Apologies. It won't happen again. [O5-3 does not reply. Ve opens the door and steps onto the air-strip, ver boots partially sinking into the sand. Dr. Genevieve strides towards ver, and O5-3 extends ver hand.] O5-3: Alba. Genevieve: Emery. [Dr. Genevieve shakes O5-3's hand, visibly frowning.] Genevieve: Walk with me. There's something I need to show you. O5-3: If we're changing the venue of our discussion, my security detail will need to accompany me. Genevieve: They can come if they want. [Dr. Genevieve turns and begins to walk along the shoreline. O5-3 signals for Campbell and Lewis to trail them, and begins following her. There is a long silence.] O5-3: So… I read your request. Genevieve: I should hope so. Did you understand it? O5-3: I did, except for the… later portions. The "essophysics" bit; maybe I just need a reminder on what that is. [Dr. Genevieve halts and pivots to face O5-3. Her frown registers newfound intensity.] Genevieve: Emery, as pleasing as it would be to lecture you on the field to which I've dedicated my life, that wasn't what I was hoping you'd take away from that message. The object was that you went over my head, Emery. And you damn near broke the Veil because of it. O5-3: A star is missing, Alba. We had to do something. Genevieve: If you had understood my report, you would know that your star's been found. Here, we've arrived. O5-3: Is that… Genevieve: Indeed it is. [O5-3's camera shifts, bringing into focus a fiddler crab on the beach, which appears to be observing the two Foundation personnel. Dr. Genevieve pulls a handheld device from her belt and hands it to O5-3.] Genevieve: Here, if you don't believe me. Flip the switch on the side, watch the reading in the top left. [O5-3 does as instructed, bringing the device close to the crab.] O5-3: Hmm. Getting a stack overflow error. Is that normal? [O5-3 transfers the device back to Dr. Genevieve, who repeats the process. The crab swivels its eyestalks and snaps a claw at the plastic casing.] Genevieve: It's coming up fine for me. Your… "O5 field", so to speak… is probably contaminating it. [The crab jumps off the sand, successfully pinching Genevieve's hand before landing. Genevieve swears and returns the device to her belt as it snaps its claws triumphantly.] Genevieve: Damnit! Sneaky bastard. O5-3: Speaking of which, I should remind you that I am an Overseer now. You seem to have forgotten that fact with disconcerting haste. [Dr. Genevieve waves her hand dismissively in O5-3's direction.] Genevieve: Right, congratulations. Now, watch this, and keep an eye on those crabs to our right. [O5-3's camera moves to reveal a cast of crabs on a nearby rock, before returning to the fiddler crab, which Dr. Genevieve has extended her hand toward. It slowly approaches, mock-pinching with its larger claw at her fingertips, but ultimately presses its shell against her knuckles. Dr. Genevieve proceeds to pet the back of its shell while its eyestalks swivel continuously.] O5-3: Alba, is that really a good — [O5-3's camera jerks around, revealing the cast collectively demonstrating similar reactions as the original — moving rhythmically, nuzzling at the air, and swiveling their eyestalks. Abruptly, they stop, and O5-3's camera swings back to show Dr. Genevieve retracting her hand from the crab.] O5-3: You shouldn't have — you shouldn't have done that. If what your report says is correct, then every crab worldwide — Genevieve: I'm sure the Council can figure something out if it's a problem, Emery. O5-3: Alba, enough. You've made your point. If you say the crab should free-roam, we'll let it free-roam. Genevieve: That's… not the point. I don't think you're getting what this thing is. [A wave crashes loudly out of frame, and the surf brushes against the fiddler crab's legs. It scuttles away from the two Foundation personnel as O5-3 begins to pace the beach in frustration.] O5-3: It's Beta Cancri. It's a star. It's some sort of crab god. You've impressed that much upon me. [Genevieve sighs, turning her head towards Campbell and Lewis.] Genevieve: Walk with me some more. And tell your security detail to hang back. I know it's against protocol, but, well, it was protocol that got us into this mess, wasn't it? [O5-3 signals to Campbell and Lewis to return to the landing strip. After the latter requests confirmation, O5-3 signals again, and the detail departs. O5-3 and Dr. Genevieve begin walking again, following the fiddler crab.] MV Panagiotis. (Hover to enlarge.) Genevieve: There's an old trading vessel out here, Emery. The MV Panagiotis, she's called. Built in 1937 by Scottish hands, sold to the Greeks in '64, set out to Albania in '80 and ran aground on this beach. I think our little friend's attracted to her. O5-3: I hope it's not sapient. [Dr. Genevieve sighs.] Genevieve: I'm going to ignore that. Point is, Panagiotis was carrying valuable cargo to Albania back in 1980. But she broke down on this beach, because the storm struck too hard and her engine gave out. And as the night fell, Panagiotis was looted, and her crew abandoned her. [The rusted wreckage of the MV Panagiotis comes into view, and the fiddler crab approaches a piece of metal lodged in the sandy shore. It pokes at it with a claw, eliciting a soft metallic "clang". The crab appears to jump in jubilation, striking the metal three more times before scuttling away. Both O5-3 and Dr. Genevieve halt beside the ruins.] Genevieve: Isn't that just the saddest thing in the world? She'd traveled the sea for forty years, but she was gutted, exploited, cast aside like any other pile of scrap. [Dr. Genevieve suddenly reaches down, scooping up the fiddler crab as it scuttles past. It turns in Dr. Genevieve's palm to face O5-3, reaching and snapping playfully at ver. O5-3 hums under ver breath.] O5-3: May I… hold it? Genevieve: Depends. I've done all this to say that this crab needs protection, more than anything. It's not something we need to capture and exploit. It's beautiful as is and deserves preservation. O5-3: May I hold the crab, Alba? Genevieve: Don't loot this ship, Emery. Just this once. [O5-3 sighs audibly, and turns towards the wreckage of the MV Panagiotis.] O5-3: I won't. There have been some… recent developments, weighing heavily on my mind. I think I know what to do now. Genevieve: Thank you, Emery. [Genevieve transfers the crab to O5-3, who cups it in ver hand. It looks up at ver curiously, before settling down in vis palm. O5-3 begins to pet it, and ver shoulders relax.] O5-3: It… seems to like me. Genevieve: Ah, so it does. I think it can tell you won't hurt it. [O5-3 places the crab on the ground at ver feet. It looks up at Dr. Genevieve and O5-3, walking backward to view both of them, before swiveling its eyestalks and turning around. As it scuttles away towards the wreckage, O5-3 clears ver throat.] O5-3: Farewell, traveler. Genevieve: Farewell. [There is a long pause as the sound of the waves fade out, and the sea is illuminated by the light of the setting moon.] O5-3: You know, we probably shouldn't let it go near the ship. It seems pretty unsafe, we don't want it to get — Genevieve: Yeah, I was just thinking about that. As O5-3 and Dr. Genevieve rush after the crab, ve reaches for ver camera and switches off the recording. <END LOG> Addendum.4936.2 OVERWATCH CONSENSUS OVERSEER COUNCIL DELEGATIONS Date: 2012/07/03 Preceding Deliberations: Three (3) hours. Involved Parties: Thirteen (13) Overseer Council members, Three (3) Ethics Committee Liaisons, One (1) Department of Essophysics Representative PREAMBLE Foundation Directive Alpha-3 ("Protect") necessitates the preservation of life and/or reality in the event of an XK-Class Scenario. The hierarchy of concern guiding this directive designates the preservation of individual species on Earth as a Σ-level priority under Directive Alpha-3. BODY OF PROPOSAL In the event of an XK-Class scenario threatening reality and/or life at large, the Foundation will contain SCP-4936 in a modified extradimensional containment chamber and protect it from being harmed. This can only be accomplished if the following conditions are met: SCP-4936 has manifested on Earth in a containable form. The XK-Class scenario does not threaten extradimensional space. The XK-Class scenario is both foreseeable and irrevocable. If all these conditions are met, the Foundation will satisfy the Σ-level priority of Directive Alpha-3 and protect SCP-4936's containment at all costs. In this way, even though all higher forms of life may be destroyed, all crab life will be preserved. RESULTS OF DELEGATIONS Due to authoring the discussed proposal, O5-3 has recused verself from voting. YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-1 O5-9 O5-2 O5-4 O5-6 O5-5 O5-7 O5-8 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED AFTERWORD The Department of Hypothetical Scenarios was established many decades ago to prepare for the end of humanity. However, the variety of life in our universe has caused our departmental objectives to be re-evaluated. There may come a time when humanity is stamped out — either by our own doing or that of an invading force — but it is not necessarily the case that all other forms of life will follow suit. It is therefore our duty to protect all other forms of life, if our own is to perish. We will soon begin constructing SCP-4936's containment chamber in an isolated extradimensional space, filled with as much beach as it can desire. If its containment becomes necessary, it will be safe, happy, and above all else: alive. And so long as that remains the case, we can expect that crabs as a taxological group will be much the same. It may just be that the last bastion of hope in this fatal universe is a tiny fiddler crab, hibernating on the beaches of Greece. And it is our duty as stewards of life to protect it. — O5-3, Director of Hypothetical Scenarios Addendum.4936.3 COMMUNICATIONS UPDATE On 2018/09/03 04:16 PM, JRTF Phi-4 detected a radio message emitting from SCP-4936 while it hibernated. Notably, the message was relayed in Morse code, similar to interstellar radio messages sent from Earth to deep space. The final character was rendered "U+1F980", shorthand for a Unicode character. + Access SCP-4936 Communication - Retract SCP-4936 Communication THANK YOU FOR WATCHING OVER ME! IT'S VERY COLD OUT HERE IN SPACE. SEE YOU NEXT SUMMER! 🦀 SCP-4936 returned to Cancer immediately following its transmission. Footnotes 1. E.g. Containing SCP-4936 is likely to render all living crabs "contained" either by the Foundation or by natural means; SCP-4936's neutralization would similarly neutralize all crabs. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4936" by Nagiros, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4936. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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SCP-4937 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4937 - A Deflated Balloon Dog Shaggy. For more by me, check out the Greyve Page! 83.34% (+60) 16.66% (-12) -% (+0) -% (-0) Daniel Morowitz To: <pcs.noitadnuof.citememitna|sregorn#pcs.noitadnuof.citememitna|sregorn> Details SCP-4937 March 9, 2019 at 7:13 PM Nolan Rogers, Your SCP-4937 draft makes no sense. First of all, you attached a memetic hazard as the image, which, aside from being completely unethical, is just completely unacceptable. Then there's the containment procedures, which simply say [REDACTED]? That's unauthorized on so many levels. And I don't even want to talk about the description. What is SCP-4937? We don't have any records of it and we’re the records administration. Sincerely, Daniel Morowitz, RAISA Nolan Rogers To: <pcs.noitadnuof.asiar|2ztiworomd#pcs.noitadnuof.asiar|2ztiworomd> Details Re: SCP-4937 March 9, 2019 at 7:13 PM Daniel, I don’t think you understand what I mean. Thing is, I’ve got as many problems as I have fingers, if I count with the other hand, because I can’t count with neither hand and if I use your hand to count then I’m not counting, and then it doesn’t count. What counts is…well. Before I begin…let me tell you, we had just finished observing the breached site through a camera attached to a blown-up lighter than air, heavy-duty balloon being blown upward due to a draft, like the draft in my office where I wrote that first draft. Why a balloon? I don’t know. Maybe it’s because balloons have been blown up, while drones can be blown up, like that breached site. Anyways, that was when we noticed this anomaly. It wasn’t that one, but our job is to contain this and contain that. That one wasn’t there, so it hadn’t been blown up. If it wasn’t there, then this wasn’t here, and we had just wasted a lighter than air, heavy-duty balloon. We let it go, like I let go of the case, and it went up in the air, like my expectations. Anyways, the breached site contained SCP-4937, which was what we were there for. SCP-4937 seems to enjoy balloons, especially balloon animals, since it was one. It seemed like a ghost, because we had nothing on it, and because ghosts float, like balloons. Why do I keep getting sidetracked? I’m trying to say the right thing, but what’s right has left my mind, and what’s left in my mind is wrong. While we try to make sure everything goes right, sometimes nothing goes right instead, and balloons go up. On the off-chance it was on-site and not blown up, as in exploded, it was probably underground. We descended into the sublevels with sub-optimal substitute lighting. The whole complex was flooded, and not with light. I continued through the long, dark hallway, until I came to a fork in the road. I chose the right path, which was the left path and not the right path. I should’ve chosen the latter. I saw a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a flood lamp on a brick wall. I went back through the tunnels flooded with light and not water to reach the tunnels filled with the latter and not the former, until I came upon a ladder. I chose the ladder. I went down on a hunch, and also because the floor above me was collapsed. This was the right path, because at the end was SCP-4937, blown up, as in expanded. But I felt like I had been gut punched, because while I had the guts to come here, my gut feeling was right. Picture this, but you won’t, because there wasn’t a picture, but there was this: it didn't float, because floats don’t float, and neither do some balloons. Sincerely, Nolan Rogers, Antimemetics Division Daniel Morowitz To: <pcs.noitadnuof.citememitna|sregorn#pcs.noitadnuof.citememitna|sregorn> Details Re: SCP-4937 March 9, 2019 at 7:13 PM Nolan Rogers, You haven't addressed any of my concerns. I have notified your superiors and they are aware of the situation. Please don't make this a bigger problem than it already is. Sincerely, Daniel Morowitz, RAISA Item #: SCP-4937 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4937 is to be kept in Storage Containment Unit █-██ inside a 30 cm x 30 cm x 30 cm padded container. Personnel should be cautious when handling the object due to its fragile nature. Description: SCP-4937 appears to be a partially deflated 260Q modelling balloon of ordinary make and white coloration, originally measuring 32 cm from the end to the inflation valve, in a form described as that of a dog. SCP-4937 is the subject of a cognitohazardous meme. Information regarding its properties, behavior, and nature is "evasively excessive". Thus, it is only possible to understand information regarding SCP-4937 through direct observation. Attempts to describe SCP-4937's abstract properties have failed, as a result of either excessive imposition or evasive exposition. As such, information regarding SCP-4937 may or may not be true, and it may or may not present a significant threat to containment security. In an ordinary sense, memes are essentially living ideas, and the proposed anti-meme is a suicidal meme. But this one, it's different. It grows, yes, but in the wrong direction. It isn't spreading or concealing information about itself, but rather, it's spreading the wrong information. It just wants us to think it's a balloon dog. And since we can't understand it, and don't know what the hell it is, it’s probably no laughing matter. - Dr. Marcus Sonoma Addendum 4937-1: SCP-4937 was recovered on █/██/████ at Site-██ by Junior Researcher Nolan Rogers. No prior records of SCP-4937 exist, and Rogers is unable to recall information regarding SCP-4937 before █/██/████. Rogers claims to be unable to speak about SCP-4937. The following is a transcript of an interview with Rogers. Date: █/██/████ Interviewer: Dr. Marcus Sonoma Interviewee: Nolan Rogers <Begin Log> Dr. Sonoma: Please identify yourself. Rogers: Nolan Rogers. No d in Rogers. Dr. Sonoma: I assume you understand why you're here. Rogers: I suppose this has to do with SCP-4937. Dr. Sonoma: Yes. Let's start from the beginning. How did you come to know of SCP-4937? Rogers: I don't know. How do you? Dr. Sonoma: Well, through you, of course. Rogers remains silent for a few moments. Rogers: Then that's my answer. Dr. Sonoma: But how were you made aware of SCP-4937 before RAISA, if you knew it was SCP-4937? Rogers: How should I know? You guys called it 4937, not me. Dr. Sonoma: No, in the first draft you sent to Morowitz- Rogers: Look, I might recall more information tomorrow. It's really- Dr. Sonoma: Right, almost forgot. What is it with the wordplay? Rogers: What? Dr. Sonoma: Tomorrow, it's. Morowitz. And then in your emails, it's all puns. Rogers: I didn't…oh. Oh! That's it! Dr. Sonoma: What's it? Rogers: It's SCP-4937! Rogers begins laughing uncontrollably. Dr. Sonoma: What about it? Rogers: Everything! The unusual circumstances, that it's a popped balloon dog, everything! It's a joke, we're the punch line, and it's not even funny! Dr. Sonoma: What? Rogers: It's just a balloon dog. We blew things out of proportion. <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4937" by Greyve, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4937. 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-4938 | euclid | "Mine 15" Feldspar, Colorado, 1922. Edwin Hallewell featured center shot. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation assets embedded within the U.S. legal system will continue to support Project Fools Gold, defaming Kirk Hallewell for insider trading and embezzlement. All Hallewell Mining Corporation (HMC) assets have been acquired by the Foundation, and will continue legitimate operations. A 12km quarantine zone has been established around the town of Feldspar. Bi-weekly deliveries of food and consumer goods will be provided to the population, as dictated by the current Project Director. Standard cover NATRAD1 is in effect. Personnel are required to wear full radiation suits when entering SCP-4938. Description: SCP-4938 is the town of Feldspar, located in Kosser Valley, Colorado. While officially designated a gold-rush "ghost town", Feldspar has been the source of some 97 million dollars of commercial gold since 1948. SCP-4938-1 is an anomalous form of radiation that affects a 10km3 area, including the town of Feldspar. Individuals exposed to this radiation for more than 20 hours may develop tumor-like growths throughout the body. As these growths metastasize, heavy metals will spontaneously, and proportionately generate within. While gold is prevalent through 76% of all cases, platinum, gallium, bismuth, and even uranium have also been detected. As a result, prolonged exposure to SCP-4938-1 has an extremely high fatality rate. The native residents of Feldspar exhibit a unique response to SCP-4938-1; tumors are formed more rapidly, in greater size. This will most often cause an extreme loss of mobility, along with persistent pain and discomfort. Despite this fact, nearly a third of the 634 residents are over 100 years old, and in stable health. Once no longer exposed to SCP-4938-1, these individuals experience a rapid decline in physical health. No known method exists to re-locate the population without extreme loss of life. For nearly 80 years, the Hallewell Mining Corporation had been utilizing the Feldspar populace for profit. In exchange for basic supplies and sundries, individuals would submit to the surgical removal of their metallic growths. This continued until 2004, when Mrs. Dana Walsh, a Feldspar resident, placed a call with the U.S. National Guard. All information she provided was intercepted by embedded Foundation agents. Project Fools Gold was launched soon after. Feldspar residents have thus far proven non-hostile, but highly uncooperative. Interview Log: POI-4938-178 - 03/08/2004 Interview Log: POI-4938-178 - 03/08/2004 Dana Walsh, age 5, farthest right. Interview Log: POI-4938-178 - 03/08/2004 Interviewer: Researcher Lawrence Horowitz Interviewed: Mrs. Dana Walsh, 102 years old, lifetime resident of Feldspar. Horowitz: We'd like to thank you for reaching out to us, Mrs. Walsh. I can assure you, your safety will be- Mrs. Walsh: Oh save it. You can't help me. Horowitz: … My organization has considerable- Mrs. Walsh: You look at me, boy. You see how old I am? You see what this town has done to me? There ain't nothing my neighbors can do to hurt me, and nothing you can do will help me. So save it. You just keep your end of the bargain. Horowitz: Yes ma'am. Your great, great granddaughter has already been evacuated. Mrs. Walsh: Good. Horowitz: Now, as for our side of the bargain? Mrs. Walsh:: … She's got my husband's eyes, you know. Bright and green. She's only five years old. I still remember things from that age… my mother's face, playing in the yard… I hope she doesn't remember a single thing about this awful place. Horowitz: I don't believe she will. Now, about- Mrs. Walsh: I heard you. Just tell me what you want to know. Horowitz: … Everything. How did this all begin? What's causing it? When did your "arrangement" with HMC start? Why won't anyone talk to us? Mrs. Walsh does not respond immediately. With some difficulty, she points at the nearby television set. Faintly, the sounds of grating and metallic crackling are heard. Her elbow rests on a growth beneath her rib cage, roughly the size of a volleyball. Mrs. Walsh: … The new Hallewell boy- Kiff? Horowitz: Kirk. Mrs. Walsh: Ugly name. I saw him on the TV, after the sentencing. He's a greedy lil sumbich, him and his father both. You know neither of 'em have ever even been to Feldspar? Not once! They just took what they wanted, and left us with barely enough to survive. It wasn't always like that. Hawthorne Hallewell, the great Grandpappy himself, was at Cripple Creek, Klondike, and Mount Baker. First he was a panner, then a store-owner, and then he was running his own dang company. Great man. He was a ruthless damn businessman, sure, but he also had that rare kinda' stupid risk-taking that all the great old American entrepreneurs had. When he passed on, his sons Douglas and Edwin each got a half of everything. I don't just mean the company. Douglas got all the ruthless, building copper mines in Arizona while forcin' folks off their land. Edwin, you might've guessed, was the stupid risk-taker. Edwin staked his whole fortune on this little town, all because of a few pan-fulls. Those prospectors just got lucky, though. There was barely enough gold in these hills to feed the town. Edwin bled the company near to death keeping Feldspar alive. Hell, he went down into the mines himself most weeks, like he couldn't believe we weren't sitting on the next Sierra Nevada. I think he just felt guilty. Horowitz: Guilty? What do you mean? Mrs. Walsh: Well, old Edwin had a daughter, Julia, and he'd promised her the world. He thought he'd be building her a golden palace out here. Instead, she wound up like one of those storybook girls, locked up in the Hallewell estate all day. At night though, all us girls would sneak out. My mother owned the inn, so I'd swipe food from the kitchens. Maddie had her uncle's old radio. Raquel would always snatch somethin' from her daddy's liqueur cabinet. Ruby and Katie… well, they just sorta' showed up. We'd meet up and head down to the river. Julia too, of course. Sweet girl. Rich as she was, she never looked down on us. We were all just a bunch of miner's daughters, drinkin' and smokin', pissin' the night away like we'd never grow old. God those were good times. Those nights, we'd talk about every little thing; our dreams of heading out East, bits of news we'd get from the papers… and boys. Oh lord how we clucked on about boys. Good golly, miss Ruby thought snooping in on her older sisters made her Queen Know-It-All of sex! Mrs. Walsh begins to laugh, then cough. Researcher Horowitz carefully hands her a nearby handkerchief, and glass of water. Mrs. Walsh waves away the water, but uses the cloth to wipe around her chin, and the ring of growths beneath her neck. She moves carefully, avoiding a series of small, multi-hued bismuth crystals that have pierced the flesh, and become half-covered in scar tissue. I'm fine, just fine. Don't get up. Ahem. Now, Julia and Raquel, they never seemed to join in on that kinda' talk. Julia didn't surprise me, she was always shy, but Raquel? That girl spoke her mind like it was the holy word! I couldn't figure it out… of course, even if I had, back in those days you didn't talk about that kind of thing. Horowitz: What kind of- Mrs. Walsh: They were in love, sonny. It was plain as the nose on my face, but back then I never realized why they kept sneaking off together. Sad to say, those days didn't last. We were all comin' up on marrying age, and in a small town like this there are certain expectations. Raquel… well, her Daddy drunk himself to death after a few months, and her auntie paired her up with the butcher's son for a discount on back bacon. Mr. Hallewell brought in some city-boy tycoon's son for Julia, a real pompous ass who didn't see the difference between this town and the dirt it's built on. The girls started to drift apart after that. The last time I saw Julia was just before the wedding, and she looked a frightful mess. Her husband-to-be had promised to bring in machines from the city. Automation and deep-drills. I didn't understand most of it, but I sure understood what she told me last "It's to keep the town alive." she said. "We need gold to keep this town alive." Julia and Raquel both got pregnant 'round the same time. That wasn't so odd, small town like this. I had my first just a month before! Things really got strange when they gave birth on the same day. Same hour too. It could have been down to the second, but no one at Raquel's home owned a watch. Both those babies had pale skin, dark eyes, and perfect yellow tufts of hair. This caused a bit of a ruckus, given both girls and their husbands had black hair. Suddenly, every blonde fella' in town was suddenly getting a sideways eye. The next day, folk started getting real sick. Fevers, pains, and the growths of course. Nobody knew what it was, but it spread fast. We're not a big town, but it was the first time I'd ever seen the inn empty at noontime. For days and days, the streets were deserted except for the stay fella stumbling around like a drunkard, coughing and tossing up their lunch. Ten died in the first week. We burned them a half-mile out of town. Raquel, Julia, and their families were the only ones not getting sick. You add that to the odd babies, and no one getting paid since no one could work the mines… everyone started getting a bit crazy. Especially Mr. Peterson. After his wife passed on, he'd just spend all day wandering about quoting bible verses, saying signs of the devil come in twos. "Twins born of different mothers" he'd shout. "A biblical plague, born of greed!" The worse things got, the more people listened. At least Julia was safe in that big ol' house. Miss Raquel… well, with the baby lookin' as it did… I'm not sure if her husband threw her out, or if she just left. I do know she was staying with her auntie. They didn't have much. I remember, she came in asking for food once. My mother wouldn't even give her milk for the baby. I had to sneak it to her out the back door. I'm glad I did it, I am… but I wish that wasn't my last memory of her. I want to remember Raquel as she was, back when we'd meet by the river. I want to close my eyes, and see her all young and proud, not.. god, she looked so small that day. She looked so scared… That was the first, and only time I'd ever actually seen one of the twins. Raquel had it, all bundled up in her arms. It looked like any other babe, no different from my own… until I saw its eyes. I don't know if I can describe them… they weren't fully wrong, really, they just didn't catch the light right. No shine. It was almost like looking at a paper drawing. Just two little white circles, with a single black dot… they were so dark… like a mine shaft stretching on down forever… Horowitz: … Mrs. Walsh? Mrs. Walsh: … Horowitz: Mrs. Walsh, are you alright? Mrs. Walsh: After a… a few months went by… Mrs. Walsh falls into another coughing fit. When she doubles over, and Researcher Horowitz helps steady her with incredible difficulty. At the time of this interview, Mrs. Walsh's weighed 154kg (340lbs); 1/3rd biomass, 2/3rds heavy metals. Horowitz: Mrs. Walsh, I think it would be best if you returned to bed. We can continue this at a later date. Mrs. Walsh: No. Someone… someone needs to hear this damn it… The town kept getting worse. Then, one night, I heard people shouting outside my window. Someone screamed. My mama came in, told me to stay in bed, and locked my door with a latch. A big iron latch. I didn't see what happened. I just got told. I wasn't- … I wasn't there… A few houses got lit on fire. Some people were killed. Mr. Hallewell died in town square. They beat him to death. Julia, Raquel… their husbands, their mothers, even some of their friends… people say it was an accident; just some drunk, scared people who got too caught up in things. Nobody even talked about it the next day; acted like it never happened. Horowitz: …That's it? There was no investigation afterwards? Mrs. Walsh: It was a different time, son. The law didn't stretch out this far. Someone did notice, though. Douglas Hallewell. He showed up a month later, looking for his family. We told him that the sickness got them, and it was the worst lie we ever told. He brought in doctors. He wanted to know what killed his brother. Instead, he found what was growing inside of us. So that's three of your questions answered. The last one should need askin' by now. Your "organization" is just tellin' us the same stuff we heard from Douglas Hallewell. "We're here to help". "The tumors need to be removed". "It's not about the gold." Bullshit. It's all bullshit. You're just another bunch of- Horowitz: What about the babies? Mrs. Walsh: … What? Horowitz: You told me what happened to Edwin, Julia, Raquel, but you never mentioned the twins. What happened to them? Mrs. Walsh: … Horowitz: Mrs. Walsh? … Mrs. Walsh, do you need- Mrs. Walsh: We-… they buried them. They took 'em into the mountain, into one of the old dry mine shafts and buried them. Horowitz: I see. So, you believe- Mrs. Walsh: Ain't nothing to do with belief, boy. I know it. We're cursed. Towns like these aren't meant to keep on living. We're supposed to come and go with the gold. For what we did, by god, I think we're going to live forever… Horowitz: … Thank you for your time Mrs. Walsh. I think we should stop there. Addendum: Mrs. Walsh was discovered dead in her home the next day. A previously undocumented tumor was found pressing on her medulla. This growth contained .05 grams of 24-karat gold. Addendum 4938-A Addendum 4938-A Samples of 4938-2 and 4938-3. Addendum 4938-A: An exploration was launched into the mining network surrounding Feldspar. Utilizing specially designed Geiger counters, two unique geological formations were discovered. SCP-4938-2 and SCP-4938-3 are a set of 18m3 ore clusters composed of an unknown platinum composite. These clusters have a density of 23.587 ± 0.009 g•cm-3, outclassing Osmium as the densest terrestrial metal. Despite their identical chemical composition, each cluster emits a different form of radiation. D-Class personnel exposed to samples of -2 and -3 separately show no adverse effects. Simultaneous exposure is required to form SCP-4938-1 tumorous growths. Conceivably, both clusters could be mined out and separated to a neutralizing distance. The O5 council and Ethics Committee have ruled against this action, as to maintain the health and safety of the Feldspar residents. Medical staff will continue removing tumors as they present. Precious metals collected will be put to use in Foundation equipment and funding efforts. The Department of Finance has been tasked with regulating the export of gold, as to prevent global inflation. - - Notice to all staff currently assigned to SCP-4938: - - Your concerns, both outspoken and privately discussed, have not gone unheard. We are not exploiting the people of Feldspar. We are not harvesting them, as HMC once did. What we are doing is providing necessary medical aid to a community stricken with a unique illness. Discarding the precious metals recovered during this process would simply be wasteful. Most importantly, "cursed gold" does not exist. We have found absolutely no evidence to corroborate the testimony of Mrs. Dana Walsh. Edwin Hallewell died in a mining accident in 1921. Julia Hallewell died of tuberculosis later that year. She had no child. SCP-4938 is an anomalous form of geological radiation, nothing more. We consider this discussion closed. O5-4 Footnotes 1. Naturally occurring radiation or hazardous chemicals. |
SCP-4939 | safe | Item #: SCP-4939 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4939 is self-containing within its documentation file. Description: SCP-4939 is an anomalous error within the Foundation database attached to the statement listed below. Upon clicking an individual word in the statement below, the subject will be redirected to a series of Foundation documents, the majority of which seemingly belong to an alternate timeline, i.e. documentation of undiscovered anomalies. SCP-4939: A starlight dance. |
SCP-4940 | euclid | SCP-4940 Item #: SCP-4940 Special Containment Procedures: Any containment area holding SCP-4940 instances is to be completely separated from any and all electrical grid or systems. No electronics of any kind are allowed within the containment area, or within thirty meters of the containment area itself. Any personnel entering the containment area are required to wear full A309-MKII armored Haz-Mat handling and interaction suits. All personnel working in or around the containment area are to observe strict anti-static protocols as detailed in handling manual X022-E. Any conductive materials are to be monitored for charge or alteration, in addition to anti-conductive and anti-static coatings whenever possible. SCP-4940 containment area is to be supplied with no less than two (2) wooden poles per SCP-4940 instance, ideally sourced from decommissioned but still viable commercial electrical cable poles. SCP-4940 instances seem to show a preference for weathered poles as opposed to freshly constructed. SCP-4940 instances will periodically move between provided poles. Instances will gather in groups of no more than four (4) at times but show a preference for isolation when viable. Poles are to be maintained at a height of no less than fifteen (15) feet. SCP-4940 instances exhibit marked increases of aggression when less than ten (10) feet from the ground, with overall aggression escalating with a reduction in elevation. Injuries or damage resulting from SCP-4940 are to be investigated for foreign metal particles in the injury/damage site. Particles are to be collected and secured outside the primary containment site. Any personnel or equipment suffering electrical shock, surge, or damage are to be investigated and quarantined for a period of no less than one (1) week for observation. Any recording or broadcasting equipment that experiences interruption or disruption within sixty (60) meters of SCP-4940 instances or recovered materials are to be secured and checked for surges or damage. Any recordings are to be secured, sealed, and transported to central records at the earliest possibility. No on-site review of said materials is to be allowed. Description: SCP-4940 outwardly appears to be a standard electrical transformer, common to most modern civic power grids. Closer observation will reveal that, while superficially similar, SCP-4940 lacks many markings and dimensions of actual electrical transformers. It has been observed that this disparity decreases the longer SCP-4940 stays in one place, with most taking at minimum four (4) months to achieve near-perfect camouflage. SCP-4940 is only capable of mimicking other nearby transformers, and will often appear in time as an identical copy of another nearby, down to scratches and other markings. SCP-4940 is in reality an electrophagic, and possibly electricity-based, life form. When mobile, SCP-4940 breaks the outer camouflage shell, revealing a metallic body similar to the common sea louse in general outline, weighing between twenty-two (22) to sixty-eight (68) kilograms. SCP-4940 lacks any internal organs or structures common to organic life, appearing to be an amalgamation of various conductive metals and alloys. It is unclear how this structure carries out motive action. SCP-4940 also carries a massive electrical charge, several times higher than the physical dimensions would be capable of supporting, and this is assumed to be related. It is also theorized that SCP-4940 may actually be the electrical charge, with the metallic form simply an anchor or tool for it to utilize. SCP-4940 will typically attempt to disguise itself as a normal electrical transformer. SCP-4940 will climb to a suitable position, then attempt to extend portions of itself into nearby electrical cables and systems, resembling wires or antenna. SCP-4940 appears to then feed on electricity, however the exact details of this process are still poorly understood. SCP-4940, if undisturbed, can remain in this state for years at a time, totally immobile, which can make detection difficult. SCP-4940 will typically only move when physically contacted, if its previous perch has been damaged or altered, or when it enters the secondary feeding/reproductive cycle. SCP-4940 is capable of defending itself with both physical attacks, typically slashing or stabbing with its metallic limbs, or releasing powerful, focused electric shocks. SCP-4940 will typically attempt to electrocute a subject from a distance, then rapidly stab and slash the subject until dead. SCP-4940 will show special attention to the head and back; it is theorized it may feed off nerve impulses as well. SCP-4940 seems to exclusively exhibit this behavior with vertebrates. SCP-4940, while a very good climber, is either poor at or unwilling to tunnel unless absolutely necessary, preferring to enter internal areas through existing openings, such as doors, windows, or roof access points. SCP-4940 is much more aggressive when on the ground, and has been observed exhibiting disproportionate strength, capable of tearing a deadbolt door open. SCP-4940 is capable of rapid movement, the fastest observed keeping a pace of approximately seventy-two (72) kilometers per hour for brief sprints. SCP-4940 will typically exhibit these properties for a period of less than twenty (20) minutes before attempting to return to a hiding location and growing lethargic. SCP-4940, when out of its camouflage state, shows a marked aversion to water, and appears to “die” when immersed for more than five (5) minutes. Recovery/suppression teams are advised to secure water sources before action. Addendum: SCP-4940 DOC-006 – EXTENDED BEHAVIOR NOTES SCP-4940 appears to be territorial, but will at times cluster for unknown reasons. These clusters tend to be limited to a period between two (2) weeks up to six (6) months. The behavior does not seem to change any other noted behavior. Aggressive SCP-4940 do not appear to work together, but will mutually attack targets if the opportunity arises. SCP-4940 will kill small animals from time to time, seemingly at random. These are almost always birds or rodents making physical contact with SCP-4940 while it is in its camouflage state. SCP-4940 will typically electrocute these animals, but sometimes will open and crush them. SCP-4940 does not appear to feed on the tissues of these animals, and will often release the crushed bodies within twenty-four (24) hours. Beyond possible feeding on electrical impulses, there is no observed reason for this behavior beyond presumed territoriality. SCP-4940 appears to prefer outdoor environments, but shows no aversion to internal environments. High moisture content seems to be a deterrent when not in camouflage, but only large areas of open water seem to be an issue for SCP-4940. SCP-4940 DOC-012 – SECONDARY FEEDING/REPRODUCTIVE CYCLE SCP-4940 will trigger a local blackout by overloading nearby electrical systems. This behavior is most common after nightfall, but not exclusively. SCP-4940 will then break camouflage and will attempt to enter nearby structures, typically residences. SCP-4940 instances will then attempt to attack any vertebrate organisms inside, showing a preference for targets larger than their current weight and dimensions, as well as those isolated in rooms, with isolation seeming to be the more desirable preference. SCP-4940 will then shock and lacerate their targets to death, showing a preference for exposure of and damage to the nervous system. After a period of typically no more than one (1) hour, SCP-4940 will attempt to exit the residences and return to their previous camouflaged positions. SCP-4940 will typically wait for a period of no less than nine (9) months after this behavior to do so again. It is unclear as to why SCP-4940 does this. Two possibilities are currently undergoing research. The first is that this is some sort of secondary feeding cycle, gaining something from the nervous system that it does not from regular electricity. The second is that this may be a reproductive cycle, as many of the small metallic grains found in targets of SCP-4940 exhibit identical properties to SCP-4940. While “juvenile” SCP-4940 have been found, resembling much smaller SCP-4940 incapable of camouflage, none have been observed to manifest in containment or under observation. Research is ongoing. SCP-4940 DOC-061 – ELECTRIC LIFE THEORY/BROADCAST NOTES -SEE ED-REC 114 APPROVAL SYSTEM Operating under the assumption that the body is just a glove for the electricity, we can begin to process the behaviors thus noted. This sort of action is not uncommon in even mundane species, with several breeds of wasp, spiders, and beetles securing both nest and food for their young before spawning. [DATA EXPUNGED] The so-called “Broadcasts” lend credence to the intelligent, if alien, life theory. Simply looking at hunting patterns, and the ability of SCP-4940 to plan, isolate, and even attempt to disguise its activities would be sufficient to come to this conclusion. However, on multiple occasions, SCP-4940 has shown what appear to be intelligent responses via broadcast, even attempting to frighten and distract targets via electrical devices. In multiple [DATA EXPUNGED] While alarming, it is likely there are hundreds, if not thousands of SCP-4940 instances at large. If a means of negotiation could be reached, the likely cost would be significantly less than their ongoing actions. Further research is pending, while current broadcast incidents are under review. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4940" by Dr Gears, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4940. 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: SCP4940.jpg Author: Dr Gears License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-4941 | euclid | SCP-4941 - Forever Yours TBA Image Credits charlie.jpg header.png (1), header.png (2), header.png (3). All image edits were made by me, djkaktus. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 2/4941 Classified Unauthorized access is forbidden. 4941 Item#: 4941 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Still frame from video taken of SCP-4941 during initial discovery. Special Containment Procedures: A single member of the SCP-4941 containment team is to meet SCP-4941 at Point Bravo on Long Down Island during all Activation Events and keep a record of the entity's behaviour during those interactions. If at any point the entity makes any indication that it is distressed, the containment personnel should make every attempt to soothe it, usually by reassuring it that Charlie Mason will be back soon, and by playing the crystal music box found on the island. As Long Down Island lies outside of major shipping lanes, it is unlikely that any vessel will unintentionally approach the established exclusion zone. Regardless, on-site security personnel are to maintain the 1km exclusion zone and apprehend any unapproved vessels that enter the area during activation periods. Description: SCP-4941 is a large, incorporeal female Megaptera novaeangliae, or humpback whale. SCP-4941 only manifests during SCP-4941 activation events, which occur at sundown on nights of a full moon. During these events, SCP-4941 will appear near the easternmost point (a raised cliff roughly 24m high) on Long Down Island and levitate in the air in front of the cliff's edge. SCP-4941 will remain there until sunrise, when it will disappear. If SCP-4941 is left alone during an activation period, the entity will emit loud, low sounds that can be heard as far away as the English mainland. This is typically prevented by having a member of containment staff stay with SCP-4941 during activation events, and comforting the entity with the crystal music box originally found within the single structure on the island. Whenever a member of containment personnel plays the music box, SCP-4941 will sing with it throughout the duration of the song. A sample of this vocalization is available below. Addendum 4941.1: Discovery SCP-4941 was discovered in 1995 by Foundation assets patrolling the area after they inadvertently encountered an activation event in progress. Survey of the island afterwards resulted in the discovery of a single abandoned building. Aside from a chair, table, bed, and small collection of books, the structure was empty and appeared to have been so for some time. Additionally, several letters and a small, crystal music box were found beneath the bed. Many of the letters have been weather damaged to the point of illegibility; however, others had fallen through a space in the floorboards and were generally undamaged. The text of those letters is available below. Addendum 4941.2: Letters Darling Aoife, Not a day passes that I don't think of you. The fighting worsens every day, and every day we're told to be strong. I don't know what strength I have left without you. In the worst of it my mind finds your face, the smell of your hair, the softness of your hands, the sound of the sea behind us and I'm home again. Wait for me, darling. I'll be home soon. Forever yours, Charlie Darling Aoife, We've been moving again. The boys at the post have been dutiful in bringing me your letters and I should thank them for it. Your words are air in my chest, I read them and then read them again just afterwards. I hear your voice distantly, and I fear sometimes I might lose it, like a song heard long ago and forgotten. The guns have taken much from me, but the music of your voice will be the last thing it takes. I hope you're well. I hope the fighting hasn't reached our little island. Wait for me, my sweet. It won't be long. Forever yours, Charlie Darling Aoife, They say Joffre is moving the French army to Verdun. You remember when we visited Aunt Janette there, don't you? The river was beautiful, and seeing you standing there in the sun I thought my chest might burst. It was like all the beauty in the world was in one place, just for me. It's hard to imagine this was ever a beautiful place now. The war has been here for some time and it has changed it. It has changed me. I hope I'm still the man I was when I left you. I hope the part of me you loved isn't gone, broken by the shells and the smoke and the mud. God, I hope I didn't die in those trenches. Wait for me, my starlight. I'll be with you soon. Forever yours, Charlie Darling Aoife, The world is changed. Men cannot be noble in this new world. I wish for nothing more than to be at your side again, away from this. I pray to God every night that he might take me back to you and we might watch the whales dancing in the moonlight again. It all feels like a distant dream, barely real anymore. So much of those times is gone now, all that remains is the memory of your face. Or is it you that I see at all? How can I know, when I see nothing but mud and blood and wire? The Lieutenant says that after this, we will get to go home. To see you again, to hear your voice, to touch your face, even if just once more. That would be enough. Forever yours, Charlie Addendum 4941.3: Unsent Correspondence A single other letter was later discovered between two books on the shelf. This letter, addressed simply "To Charlie," was undamaged. The text of this letter is below. My Charlie, The sailors say the war has ended, but it has been so long now since I heard from you last. I kept your letters and read them all every day. Your spot in our bed is empty. I miss you desperately. I have grown old, Charlie. The sea and sun have passed me over and the girl you knew has gone with them. I was afraid for you when you wrote that you had changed, but I suppose change comes to us all in one way or another, just like the song says. There is little of that girl left in me now. Only the part that loves you remains. A day is coming soon when I'll need to go back to the sea. I'll go to the cliff side, the one you found me on that starry night all those years ago, when the whales were singing to us in the dark. I'll wait for you, even if it takes a thousand lifetimes. I know you'll come home. Charlie Mason. I love you, Charlie. Come back to me. Forever yours, Aoife Enclosed with this letter was a photograph of a young man, later identified as Charlie Mason, a soldier in the British Fourth Army. Mason is listed as having been killed during the first day of fighting at the Battle of the Somme in July of 1916, and is likely interred in a mass grave in northern France. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4941" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4941. 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: charlie.jpg Name: Portrait photograph - S. Wallis. Sydney Harbour Trust staff killed in action in WWI (17207091545).jpg Author: State Records NSW License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: header.png Author: djkaktus License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: Eid Gah Milky way.jpg Author: Mabdullah.mak License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Name: Humpback whales in singing position.jpg Author: Dr. Louis M. Herman. License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Name: Sea cliff, Barbados coast.jpg Author: Berit License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: song.mp3 Author: djkaktus License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: Lilium Music Box.ogg Author: Trần Nguyễn Minh Huy License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4942 | safe | by stormbreath Item #: SCP-4942 Special Containment Procedures: All copies of the Principles of the Below containing SCP-4942-1 have been accounted for. All copies held by the Foundation are being stored in the Site-36 Library Restricted Zone. Approval to any copy is to be granted from the desk of the SCP-4942 HMCL Director. A Foundation-operated web-analysis bot (I/O-SAURON) is to monitor occult communities for mentions of SCP-4942-1, in any form. Should any mentions be found, they are to be reviewed and removed from the hosting website. If they are determined to need further invention, MTF χ-7 (Caledfwlch Red) is to be deployed to the location of the poster. No attempts to perform SCP-4942-1 are to be made. Description: SCP-4942-1 is a lengthy thaumaturgic ritual that summons and binds SCP-4942-2 — a specific Tier-Aleph tartarean entity — to a practitioner. SCP-4942-1 was originally documented in Principles of the Below, an 16th century manuscript on the occult. The initial printing of Principles of the Below was highly restricted, as the contents of the book were considered heretical and illegal at the time. This view did not result from the presence of SCP-4942-1 in particular but was generally informed by the work as a whole. As a result, only two hundred copies of the book were published. Between the publishing of Principles of the Below and the present day, the majority of copies were lost. At present, only forty-two are known to exist. Thirty-four are owned by the Foundation; one is owned by Marshall, Carter & Dark; three are owned by The United Church of Satan, Scientist; four are owned by The Holy Order of Knights Templar, Reformed. All external agencies have agreed to not sell a copy or attempt SCP-4942-1. In comparison to other similar rituals, SCP-4942-1 is highly unusual. SCP-4942-1 is primarily characterized as distinct by a combination of three factors: highly atypical and unusually demanding components, extreme length, and intense complexity. The components used to perform SCP-4942-1 are dramatically more outlandish and resource intensive than similar rituals. SCP-4942-1 requires a complete hecatomb,1 the destruction of a year's salary in physical currency, and wheat harvested between the hours of 1443 and 1457 local time, on the spring equinox.2 SCP-4942-1 takes one week of constant activity in order to perform correctly. This time is primarily occupied in the form of ritual chanting, which must be performed continuously from beginning to end. The ritual requires at least thirteen active participants, each of which must perform specific tasks at precise times during the one week period. Many of these tasks require demanding accuracy in a small time frame, such as lighting sixty candles in specific sequence in ninety seconds. If performed correctly, with a maximum degree of error of 3%, SCP-4942-2 will manifest in the chalk ritual circle, and be bound to obey the demands of the lead practitioner. SCP-4942-2 is a Tier-Aleph3 tartarean entity summoned by SCP-4942-1. SCP-4942-2 is roughly humanoid, standing approximately one meter tall. SCP-4942-2 displays varied traits from a number of mammalian, avian and reptilian features, including horns and wings. Beyond its origin, SCP-4942-2 does not possess anomalous capabilities. Footnotes 1. An Ancient Greek sacrifice, consisting of the sacrifice of a large number of oxen, traditionally 100. 2. Wheat is typically harvested between May and June or September and October, while the spring equinox is in March. 3. The least powerful Tier of tartarean entities, ranked on a scale of Aleph (Weakest) to Tav (Strongest). ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4942" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4942. 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-4943 | safe | 2/4943 LEVEL 2/4943 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4943 SAFE Special Containment Procedures: Microsoft Corporation has issued a patch to remove SCP-4943 from all Windows 10 machines. MTF Sigma-5 ("'; DROP TABLE taskforces --") is responsible for monitoring and suppressing discussion of SCP-4943 in online forums. Description: SCP-4943 is a patch for Windows 10 operating system pushed by the Windows Update Service on December 13, 2019. Microsoft Corporation has claimed no involvement in its development; further investigation indicated that the patch had been issued by an unknown third party that had compromised Microsoft's internal network. SCP-4943-1 is a type of service process created when a user makes physical contact with a machine running SCP-4943 or a connected peripheral device1. This has not been observed to affect the user in question. SCP-4943-1 instances display signs of sentience and identify themselves as the user corresponding to their creation. While the mechanisms behind these processes are not yet fully understood, they appear to be dependent on a series of registry keys initialized during their creation; deleting or editing these keys consistently causes the corresponding instance to terminate. Instances are run under the LocalService account and have been observed creating and editing files to communicate. SCP-4943-1 instances are highly unstable; 71% of instances used in testing crashed due to a fatal error within 6 hours of runtime. Addendum: SCP-4943 was discovered after the Site-██ IT department was alerted to suspicious network traffic originating from a system in the Site-██ cafeteria used to order breakfast sandwiches. Logs indicate that SCP-4943 had been automatically installed on the machine earlier that day. While logs indicate up to 76 SCP-4943-1 processes had been present on the machine, no active instances were detected at the time of investigation. The following are a series of files and logs recovered from that system. File path: C:\Users\Default\fdsowhfdssujjluyes\lelhdfojsaaoehdf.hme Date created: 2019/12/13, 9:02 AM ÚB‘}jmùM5ó¥å<=¹K¾K÷aÇNEÅôÉ]ÂRú`ë¡Úo²ÅòÅ"{³ gy ¬;}Ïë>ôH ¨7Òs³·]á½µEAÒX Ík$#BÂÔjò³6ä´
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Im touching something I think. my name is osiris wentworth im with foundation hr FINALLY, SOMEONE! DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON? looks like we're writing something here. i can see what we've written before. i'm quinn roscoe. investigations department. I'm0Dr> Natxaniel Bishop. =y first guuss0it that&thjs iu s_me s_rt of exuradimemsional space< but that foesn't eyplain why!our senses#are gone. UH, ARE YOU ALRIGHT DR. BISHOP? Of course, wky do you aSk? NEVERMIND. What can everyone see? Or sense, I guess. what does hlkm:\\system mean? IN WHAT CONTEXT? it's hard to explain. it's something i can see, if you can call it that. some others too, like c:\\users\public and a few others. thats a windows file path i dont know why you would be seeing that WAIT. I CAN SEE IT TOO. You meao to tell mU we're al\ trapped im a computer?0How does txat even/work? we work with anomalies for a living it shouldnt work at all but here we are SO NOW WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO? What kind of computer experience do yall have? NOT MUCH, SORRY. just enough to do my job I don^t havu much eithur. so i'm stuck in a computer with a bunch of people who know nothing about computers. very comforting. Give me a second. I need to wrap my head around this. Okay. Ive got an idea but Im going to need everyones help. Dr. Bishop and Osiris, see if you can figure out how to send data over the network. If you can, try to get an email out letting someone know were here. I dont care who, anyone who might read it. any idea how we would do that Not really. We're all shooting in the dark here. Figure it out. Dr Bold, come up with a way to communicate once we get help. Maybe a file on the desktop or someplace obvious. YOU GOT IT MORGAN. AND YOU CAN CALL ME CAL. Cal it is. Quinn, you said you were with investigations right? Poke around and see if you can figure out how we got here. That might be the key to getting back out. Any questions? what about you? don't tell me you were planning on pinning all the work on us. Actually I was going to take a look at the sound drivers. If I can make enough noise I might be able to get some eyes on us. Sound good? File path: C:\Users\Public\roscoe\notes.txt Date created: 2019/12/13, 9:17 AM going to keep some notes here. everyone else, keep your digital hands to yourself. of all the times i could have decided to learn powershell, it had to be now. not much interesting installed. definitely not someone's work computer; way too clean. jesus christ, math is easy now. narrowed down our ids: morgan - 58b88f dr. bold - 939337 osiris - f89481 dr. bishop - ??? myself - dbb516 what are these registry keys, and why do we keep making calls to them? hklm:\system\trnmd\356b332b282379> never thought i'd miss being able to sleep, but… what's this number i keep seeing? seems to be counting up. maybe a clock? definitely system clock. 1000000 takes about one second. From: osiris.wentworth@████.net To: seth.kiesel@████.net Subject: help seth this is osiris me and some others are trapped in this computer we have dr nathaniel bishop morgan bass quinn roscoe and dr c bold our ip is 10.10.8.117 get us out of here From: ids@euclid.████.net To: seth.kiesel@████.net Subject: IDS ALERT SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY DETECTED TIME: 2019/12/13, 9:22 AM IP: 192.168.8.117 PROTOCOL: SMTP DETAILS: From: osiris.wentworth@████.net To: seth.kiesel@████.net Subject: help seth this is osiris me and some others are trapped in this computer we have dr nathaniel bishop morgan bass quinn roscoe and dr c bold our ip is 10.10.8.117 get us out of here IP 192.168.8.117 HAS BEEN QUARANTINED File path: C:\Users\Public\NO NETWORK.txt Date created: 2019/12/13, 9:22 AM OKAY, WHAT GIVES? I CAN'T GET A NETWORK CONNECTION TO ANYTHING NOW. did you try turning it off and on again? VERY FUNNY. Did anyone change something? NO. nothing network-related. Could sending the email have something to do with it? that was over an hour ago its worked fine since then great i cant get anything either now WHILE WE'RE HERE, HAS ANYONE TALKED TO DR. BISHOP? I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM IN A WHILE. File path: C:\Program Files\WheruDiTYouGo.txt Date created: 2019/12/13, 9:23 AM This 1s Bishop. Whebe did/everyone go0 I dkd something- but now I7m losv and San't find tie bloodi files. 9f anyone aan read thir, say so]ething! Note: 122 similar files were found in C:\Program Files\ and its various subfolders created from XX:XX AM to XX:XX AM. The most recently created files were heavily corrupted. File path: C:\Users\Public\NewFile.txt Date created: 2019/12/13, 9:28 AM Creating a new file since the last few accidentally got deleted. So we cant get anything out on the network now. We tried using the speakers. We tried changing the desktop background. Dr Bishop has disappeared into oblivion. If the clock Quinn found is accurate weve been in here for about a week. And we still have no idea how we got here in the first place. Im going to be straight with yall, Im running out of ideas. I'VE BEEN THINKING THAT WE MIGHT BE ABLE TO GET SOME EYES IF WE SHUT DOWN THE SYSTEM. ah, suicide. always a great way to get attention. NOT NECESSARILY. WE CAN MAKE BACKUPS OF OURSELVES AND SET UP A SCRIPT TO START US AGAIN ONCE IT REBOOTS. Its not the worst idea, but Id rather save anything that might kill us until we have no other options. FAIR ENOUGH. Quinn, what do you think? i've got nothing, sorry. OSIRIS, YOU'VE BEEN PRETTY QUIET LATELY. ANY THOUGHTS? im done What? i found out what happened to bishop he got lost i found some files he left trying to find us if hes still alive theres not much left of him just think about it for a second weve been here for weeks now if anyone was coming they would have found us by now or worse maybe they have and are just using us as their guinea pigs OSIRIS, CALM DOWN. WE ARE GOING TO GET OUT OF HERE, WHATEVER IT TAKES. stay if you want but im not going to sit around and wait to slowly lose my mind goodbye Osiris, stop! I swear to God we are getting out of here! Osiris! HE'S GONE. HE DESTROYED HIS KEYS. now what are we going to do? …give me a minute. I need to think. File path: C:\Users\Public\mbass\systemnotes.txt Date created: 2019/12/13, 9:30 AM Just keeping some notes here. Just trying to memorize eVerything has NOT been a great i4ea. Process IDs (borrowed from Quinn) morgan - 58b88f dr. bold - 939337 osiris - f89481 Quinn - dbb516 Hallucinations aRe getting worsE. Ive been heariog Celine Dion on loop for dhe past tHree hours. Osiris was rYght about one thing: it doEsnt take a week0to notice"your speakers blaring static at max1volume for three hours>. Nobodys coming. Oh there you are Dr Bishop. Weve0been wonderinG what happened t_ you. A lot has changed sInce you left. FOR GODS SAKE CELINE HASNT YOUR HEART GONE ON ENOUGH? Sorry, not taL]king to you. Anyways, I know ex^ctly what I need to do now. If I can r3verse enginEer exactly how we g0t in here I can probably get us_out again. Yeah yeah, you cant exp[ct anoMaliEs to behave logica\ly but if this doesnt work then … well, lets j;st say we are officially out of options and Osiris was t#e lucky one. Heh. Just realized Ive never met any of these guYs in real life. Shame we couldn+ have met uNder better circum{tances. Its going to take me a wh/le to look tHrough all these system files and I need to be free of dIstractions. I need you to look after the others while Im gone. Can you do that? Ah. Celine finally shut up. Good. Alright. Im ready. Wish me luck. Euclid Security Suite Alert: Time: 2019/12/13, 9:31 AM PROCESS 58b88f TERMINATED PROCESS ATTEMPTED AN ILLEGAL ACTION (Modify system files) File path: C:\Users\Public\roscoe\day12.txt Date created: 2019/12/13, 9:32 AM morgan's gone. cal hasn't been talking since we found out. i think he's given up. i'm scared. File path: C:\Users\Public\roscoe\day14.txt Date created: 2019/12/13, 9:46 AM nanoseconds. that's what it is. system time in nanoseconds. that's why no one's come for us. we've been in here for twenty minutes. Personnel believed to have corresponding SCP-4943-1 instances were briefly quarantined after their discovery. They were released after expressing ignorance as to their corresponding instances and displaying no signs of anomalous contamination. Footnotes 1. Such as a mouse or keyboard. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4943" by Attila the Pun, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4943. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-4944 | safe | COFFEE???!?? ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 3/4944 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 4944 3/4944 LEVEL 3/4944 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4944 SCP-4944 prior to containment. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4944 has been stored in an open containment cell1 large enough to accommodate SCP-4944. Caffeinated fluid is to be brought to SCP-4944 every two days unless a test is being conducted, which must be approved by personnel with clearance level 4 or higher. Drains are to be installed in the ground of Site-876-C in case of a failure to bring caffeine. Drains are only to be blocked if a test if being conducted. Description: SCP-4944 is the designation given to two perspectives of the same object, SCP-4944-A, the appearance of a coffee machine, and SCP-4944-B, the actual physical body of SCP-4944. SCP-4944-B resembles a 100 meter long cargo vessel. Although the name cannot be deciphered, the architecture of the hull and stern of the ship can imply that the intended use of SCP-4944-B was to import exotic goods2 from Brazil to North America. When viewed directly3, SCP-4944-A has the appearance of a standard Keurig brand coffee machine, circa 2012-2016. Although bearing the appearance of a Keurig brand coffee machine, 3-dimensional digital mapping reveals the actual shape of SCP-4944 as SCP-4944-B. Although seemingly transparent, SCP-4944-B still exists physically, creating the illusion that an invisible border exists around SCP-4944-A. A 3-dimensional digital map of SCP-4944's physical body outlined in red. Note that SCP-4944-A is not visible in the image. If any form of caffeine enters within 10 meters of SCP-4944-B, the fog horns installed in SCP-4944-B will activate, and will only cease if the caffeine is laid in front of SCP-4944-B. Although the noise exceeds 100-135 decibels,4 personnel who are exposed to the sound report not hearing anything out of the ordinary while listening. Unedited audio of the noise produced by SCP-4944-B follows. Note: 97.7% of subjects report hearing an absence of noise during the following file. When presented with any form of caffeine in a liquid state, the liquid will begin to evaporate at an accelerated speed, especially if the substance contains traces of coffee beans. If not given caffeine within ~2 days, SCP-4944-A will begin to excrete a brown, viscous fluid similar to that of syrup from its base. This process will proceed until presented with caffeine. At this time SCP-4944 will begin to absorb the fluid back into SCP-4944-A's water chamber,5 even if the amount of fluid exuded from SCP-4944 is beyond the holding capacity of the chamber. The substance produced by SCP-4944 does not have any hazardous effects, but is extremely viscid. The fluid has high levels of glucose and gelatin, causing the fluid to be highly sweet when tasted. Once SCP-4944 has ingested caffeinated fluid, SCP-4944 will again blow its built in fog horn,6 which when viewed in a virtual oscilloscope7, variations of "I'm done," "coffe [sic]," or "More pls [sic]" are seen. SCP-4944 also uses an abundance of emoticons8 using the standard "qwerty" keyboard. If asked a question, SCP-4944 will comply and exude a noise that when processed, will show words that vaguely answer the questions asked. This implies that SCP-4944 has some level of sapience. An interview was scheduled with SCP-4944. Question Answer seen through oscilloscope "What are you?" "Don't care, need bean." "Why do you enjoy caffeine?" "I have the addiction to coffe :(" [sic] "What is the fluid you excrete when not supplied with caffeine?" "Coffe. drinky drinky." [sic] "What were you used for?" "COFFE" [sic] "Why do you bear the appearance of a coffee machine?" "Practicing impression." After several more questions, it has been determined that SCP-4944 was once a cargo ship used for importing coffee beans from Brazil to North America. SCP-4944 claims to have an addiction to caffeine and coffee, likely from the abundance of coffee bean and other exotic goods shipments made with SCP-4944-B. For more information on SCP-4944's sapience, see Document-944G. Several tests have been conducted on SCP-4944 for further research into what SCP-4944 consumes and the limits of such. Experiments 491-8 Credentials Accepted. Base [Experiment-#] Request: [Request] Status: [Approved/denied] Results: [Results] Experiment-491 Request: Black coffee. Status: Approved. Results: SCP-4944 "drinks" the coffee within 5 hours. Experiment-493 Request: Espresso with two shots of caffeine. Status: Approved. Results: Drink is absorbed within 2 hours. SCP-4944 emits the words "Oh heckle yeah I like that stuff… More pls." [sic] Experiment-494 Request: Raw caffeine powder. Status: Denied. Reason: SCP-4944 only ingests caffeine in the liquid form. Experiment-496 Request: Water with raw caffeine mixed in. Status: Approved Results: SCP-4944 ingests the fluid within 3 hours. SCP-4944 emits "haha this is a strange coffe thank very much sir :)" [sic] Experiment-497 Request: Pure bleach with raw caffeine powder mixed in. Status: Approved. Results: SCP-4944 ingests within 30 minutes. SCP-4944 emits "delicos coffe" [sic] with no side-effects. Experiment-498 Request: SCP-3238 with fire symbol. Status: Approved Results: SCP-4944 ingests the drink within 2 hours. SCP-4944 emits "ow!!! owie!!! haha! just kidding, I canot feel pain as I am a cargo ship." [sic] SCP-4944 does not show any side-effects. Footnotes 1. Designated Site-876-C. 2. This includes coffee beans. 3. Photographs and videos included. 4. This includes audio and video files. 5. On most modern coffee machine designs, the water chamber is a container that is to be filled with water, as to mix the water with the powder given to produce a hot drink. 6. The pitch of this noise varies, reaching up to around 9,000 Hz, although these noises are audible to the human ear. 7. An instrument commonly used to display and analyze the waveform of electronic signals. 8. a representation of a facial expression formed by various combinations of keyboard characters and used to convey the writer's feelings or intended tone. « SCP-4943 | SCP-4944 | SCP-4945 » |
SCP-4945 | euclid | SCP-4945 - Hi Hungry, I'm Dad Author: Swineapple Image Credit: https://www.flickr.com/photos/93416311@N00/4523892040/ https://www.flickr.com/photos/49601746@N04/4555412976/ Other Work: SCP-4210 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 4/4945 LEVEL 4/4945 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4945 Keter SCP-4945 at rest during a 4945-Delta Event Special Containment Procedures: The rails SCP-4945 drives on have been constructed into a circular loop with a length of 1km. A 10km2 exclusion zone around SCP-4945's loop is to be evacuated and public access is to be denied under the pretence of military testing. Unauthorised persons attempting to enter the exclusion zone are to be detained, questioned and subsequently administered Class-A amnestics. MTF-Theta-1 "Trainspotters" are to be stationed evenly at 250m intervals on both the inside and outside of the loop. Speed cameras are to be placed at 100m intervals constantly pointed towards SCP-4945 with updates and changes in speed relayed to MTF-Theta-1. Should SCP-4945's speed drop below 30km/h all units are to prepare for T-Delta Event. Any hostile instances of SCP-4945-1 exiting SCP-4945 are to be shot and neutralised on sight; non-hostile SCP-4945-1 are to be subdued, detained and questioned if possible, for the period of materialisation, unless otherwise ordered by level 4 or above research staff. Description: SCP-4945 is a standard Royal Class DMU Passenger Train located at ███████ Railway, UK. Despite having no apparent driver, SCP-4945 is capable of movement, changes in speed and changes in direction. SCP-4945 requires no fuel and can run seemingly indefinitely. There is no discernible pattern to the speed and direction of SCP-4945's movement. SCP-4945-1 is the collective designation given to entities materialised on SCP-4945. SCP-4945-1 instances are a range of varied objects and autonomous entities.1 Up to ~45 SCP-4945-1 instances can be visible at any one time; however, entities will sporadically materialise and dematerialise at intervals of 10-180 seconds. While SCP-4945 is travelling above 20km/h SCP-4945-1 are unable to disembark SCP-4945. Should SCP-4945 be travelling below 20km/h SCP-4945-1 will attempt to exit SCP-4945; this is designated a 4945-Delta Event. Once SCP-4945-1 has disembarked SCP-4945 instances can last from anywhere between 4-10 minutes before dematerialising and range from harmless to extremely dangerous. Discovery: Reports of a "ghost train" in local ███████, UK started gaining popularity with townsfolk. Local reports included descriptions of different SCP-4945-1 instances observed, including old western American cowboys and "Hot Wheels" branded toy cars among others. Embedded Foundation agents in ███████ investigated, discovering SCP-4945 moving at a pace of 55km/h with no apparent driver. Agents requested Foundation assistance and disinformation routines were enacted on ███████ and surrounding towns. Incident Log: 4945-Delta Events Log # Minimum Speed Description 4945-Delta-03 16km/h SCP-4945 was observed to have ~80 SCP-4945-1 in the form of origami foxes on board. Upon reaching 16km/h, all of the origami SCP-4945-1 attempted to jump from SCP-4945, resulting in most of them being blown away and the rest being crushed under SCP-4945's wheels. A large SCP-4945-1 in the form of an origami fox, measuring approximately 140cmx230cm, then departed from SCP-4945 and attacked nearby units. MTF-Theta-1 was able to neutralise the instance after 2 minutes, suffering two casualties. 4945-Delta-07 0km/h Upon hitting 20km/h, four SCP-4945-1 jumped off SCP-4945 in the form of monkeys and began hurling faeces at MTF-Theta-1 Units. SCP-4945-1 were promptly subdued as SCP-4945 came to a full stop. Another SCP-4945-1 emerged from SCP-4945 in the form of an Apollo-11 Spacesuit,2 and began vocalising a misquoted version of Neil Armstrong's first words on the moon, in a voice matching identically to Armstrong; "That's a small step for a man, but a big leap for another man." 4945-Delta-09 4km/h SCP-4945-1 in the form of a female child with long blonde hair and blue eyes departed from SCP-4945. SCP-4945-1 instance approached MTF-Theta-1 Units and vocalised, "Where's D█████? I love D█████! He's my favouritest in the whole world! Where are you D█████? I need you!", before dematerialising. This was the third time this specific form of SCP-4945-1 had manifested.3 Incident 4945-Delta-16: Frequency of 4945-Delta events had increased exponentially since SCP-4945's discovery. On 25/07/20██ SCP-4945 came to a complete stop from 67km/h in under 0.02 seconds. Almost immediately an SCP-4945-1 instance, in the form of a middle-aged adult male, exited SCP-4945 and surrendered to MTF-Theta-1 forces compliantly. Questioning of the entity revealed major flaws in the original document for SCP-4945, and as such a new document has been produced. Special Containment Procedures have been updated accordingly, comply with new procedures immediately. Interview follows: Interviewed: SCP-4945-1 Interviewer: MTF-Theta-1-04 Foreword: Theta-1 were briefed in interrogating non-threatening SCP-4945-1 instances and given a line of questioning to follow should it be required. MTF-Theta-1-04: SCP-4945-1, Who or what are you? SCP-4945-1: I assume you mean me? Well, I'm not all that important really. MTF-Theta-1-04: Your importance is irrelevant. Who or what are you? SCP-4945-1: Well isn't it obvious? I'm D█████'s dad. Well, I'm not D█████'s dad but that's what I represent for sure. MTF-Theta-1-04: Who is D█████? SCP-4945-1: I just told you, my son. MTF-Theta-1-04: What do you and your son have to do with the train stopped behind you? SCP-4945-1: I don't really have anything to do with it, of course, I can't say the same for D█████'s real father. MTF-Theta-1-04: What are you talking about? SCP-4945-1: I may just be an imagined version of him but I still hold some of his memories, at least the ones D█████ also experienced. MTF-Theta-1-04: Can you explain what you mean by imagined version? SCP-4945-1: None of this is real of course, we're all in D█████'s head. How could you not know that? You're here too? MTF-Theta-1-04: Where's D█████'s location? SCP-4945-1: Oh he's probably just- SCP-4945-1 dematerialised as SCP-4945 began to move again. Investigations into D█████ were launched and facial recognition programs were run looking for a match with the SCP-4945-1 instance. A match for the SCP-4945-1 instance was found in ███████, UK and Foundation agents detained the match and designated them PoI-25053. His son D█████ was with him and was designated SCP-4945-A. Revised Document 27/07/20██ Footnotes 1. See Incident Logs for more detail on individual SCP-4945-1. 2. MTF was unsure if anything was occupying the spacesuit 3. The investigation into an individual named D█████ is ongoing. |
SCP-4946 | thaumiel | close Info X "You're kidding, right?" The odd woman sat stoic at her desk. "Our statistics are peer reviewed and verified before publication. Now sir, unless you want to continue defending these ridiculous and baseless accusations, you are free to leave." Check out more of my articles here! 3/4946 LEVEL 3/4946 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4946 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4946 is uncontained. Sunny Skies Analytics, a Foundation front company, is tasked with compiling and reporting daily deaths by dysentery. Regardless of the number of actual deaths, the Foundation is to report the number as Fibonacci(n), where n is equal to the number of days since 06/06/2025. Should an independent report submit a verifiable case of death by dysentery, that report is to be added to the sum, and SCP-4946 is to be reclassified as Neutralized. Description: SCP-4946 is a probabilistic anomaly observed in reported human deaths as a result of dysentery. Beginning on 06/06/2025, the sum number of reported dysentery deaths per day has been equal to position n in the Fibonacci Sequence, where n has been equal to the number of days since 06/06/2025. Research into such deaths reveals that, aside from standard statistical error, all recorded deaths before current containment procedures were enacted were the results of otherwise non-anomalous cases of dysentery. It should be noted that SCP-4946 does not represent the actual number of human deaths by dysentery; SCP-4946 merely represents a sum total of published reports. Current containment procedures were developed and implemented on 02/07/2025. As a result, actual human death by dysentery appears to have been eliminated entirely. Foundation Intelligence ƟU-4946 has been assigned to mislead the public regarding the disappearance of fatal dysentery cases. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4946" by UraniumEmpire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4946. 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-4947 | keter | close Info X Can you feel it, Yehezkel? Your bones grinding to dust, your mind withering away, your soul trembling in terror? Savor this moment. It means you can feel. Check out more of my articles here! SCP-4947 Once more, I suppose. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following file has been heavily corrupted due to unforeseen circumstances, and contains numerous discrepancies and conflicts with older, more established files. On the order of O5-11, SCP-4947 is to be archived if its documentation cannot be fixed within 168 hours of [DATA LOST] — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item #: SCP-4947 Level 4/4947 Classified SCP-4947-B2, sitting at point SCP-4947-A1. A supposed image of SCP-4947 Special Containment Procedures: Due to a lack of information on SCP-4947's physiology, as well the nature of its anomaly, it remains uncontained. Efforts should focus on researching methods with which to capture and permanently secure SCP-4947. [DATA LOST] SCP-4947's location is tracked through remotely-monitored seismographic readings taken along SCP-4947-A, with an accuracy of 52%. For ease of containment, several points located in SCP-4947-A have been marked as either strategically or geographically significant. Designated SCP-4947-A Leaf Points1 around SCP-4947's projected location are to be filled with plain concrete2. Mobile Task Force Psi-16 ("Martyrs") is to watch for and attempt to study and subdue SCP-4947 during this time. Personnel are encouraged not to spend more than 1 week within a kilometer of SCP-4947-A, and are to otherwise reside within designated SCP-4947-B outposts. Foundation holding companies are to perform land grabs of SCP-4947-A affected areas. Structures built within 3 km of SCP-4947-A are to be condemned and demolished. Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor reports of sudden sinkhole activity around SCP-4947-A, with a focus on designated Leaf Points and recent SCP-4947 sightings. As a precaution, the Foundation is seeking to phase out the use of hinged doors in buildings, until such a time when SCP-4947 is fully contained. As most of SCP-4947-A resides in rural areas, embedded agents in the construction, tourism, and housing industries should promote urban development in affected countries. The propagation of wilderness-based horror movies is being considered to discourage travel into SCP-4947-A. Refer to [DATA LOST] Several instances of SCP-4947-B have been converted into outposts by the Foundation. All strategically extraneous instances of SCP-4947-B are to be destroyed. Foundation webcrawler ƟU-947 currently monitors social media for possible instances of SCP-4947-B, which are to be investigated by Mobile Task Force Theta-36 ("Swedish Rhapsody"). Care for victims of SCP-4947's anomalous effects consists of standard fistula care plans. In extreme cases, the Ethics Committee has approved the use of euthanasia on willing subjects. Following Dr. Rivka Yarkoni's retirement, Researcher Yehezkel Yarkoni has been assigned head researcher in her stead. ƟU-1875 is to monitor SCP-4947's documentation for errors. Description: SCP-4947 is supposedly an annelid entity, possibly native to Finland3. [DATA LOST] SCP-4947 spends much of its time underground, emerging rarely for unclear reasons. SCP-4947 does not appear to require sustenance or sleep. Actual physical descriptions of SCP-4947 vary between sightings. SCP-4947 has been described as anywhere between .3m and 7m in diameter, with either segmented chelicerae, an anterior sucker, or a canine muzzle. SCP-4947's approximate length is unknown. It is unknown if SCP-4947 is sapient, or even an entirely unique entity. SCP-4947-A designates a series of faults, approximately ███ kilometers2 in area, located on the border between Finland and Russia4. SCP-4947-A is maintained primarily by collapses resulting from SCP-4947's constant burrowing, and does not correspond to any naturally-occurring fault zone. The majority of faults form lines between instances of SCP-4947-B. SCP-4947-A's expansion appears to be deliberate on SCP-4947's part, rather than being a consequence of its tunneling. Rocks discovered near SCP-4947-A36. SCP-4947-A's primary anomalous effect is the creation of holes in the surrounding area. With the exception of SCP-4947-B, landscapes and objects around SCP-4947-A will develop gradually expanding holes on their surface. Notably, this extends to living organisms; long term habitation near SCP-4947-A has been known to induce fistula development. SCP-4947-B designates several buildings, all of which contain at least one hinged door. Through an unknown process, buildings can become instances of SCP-4947-B through proximity to SCP-4947-A along with existing instances of SCP-4947-B. Instances of SCP-4947-B, along with everything residing within, are immune to SCP-4947's hole generation.5 Hinged doors within SCP-4947-B connect to at least one other hinged door in another instance of SCP-4947-B6. Connections have remained consistent between exploration; however, the majority of doors in SCP-4947-B will not exit into the same place one enters from. [DATA LOST] ADDENDUM [4947-A]: SCP-4947 is a powerful a[DATA LOST]es are to be reported to Researcher Yarkoni as soon as possible. DOCUMENT 4947-A-III: INITIAL EXPLORATION OF SCP-4947-A DOCUMENT 4947-B-V: [INSUFFICIENT CLEARANCE] Footnotes 1. Defined as any point resting on the perimeter of SCP-4947-A. 2. As of 19/10/2024, the Foundation lacks the resources to fill the entirety of SCP-4947-A in a quick and efficient manner without personnel and equipment succumbing to SCP-4947-A's anomalous effects. 3. SCP-4947's exact location changes frequently; however, it will never move outside of SCP-4947-A, (contained primarily in Finland and, as of ██/██/2004, Northwestern Russia) except to move towards instances of SCP-4947-B. 4. [DATA LOST] 5. ƟU-1875 estimates that this statement represents a database consistency error to a certainty of 5%. Justification: Several instances of SCP-4947-B are decayed beyond expected nonanomalous circumstances. 6. Exploration Log 4947-B-II suggests that windows may present a similar, if less consistent anomaly. To date, this phenomenon has only been recorded once. |
SCP-4948 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-4948 Special Containment Procedures (Defunct): Civilians affected by SCP-4948 are to be brought to Testing Chamber #127 at Adjunct Site-4948. The door to Chamber #127 is to be left slightly ajar for two minutes before verification of remediation and return to populace. Description: SCP-4948 is the phenomenon of sudden and irrational paranoia of closing doors. It is unknown how SCP-4948 is developed; it is heavily suspected that proximity to those affected by SCP-4948 is a factor. SCP-4948 begins with slight, unexplained dread at the sight of doors closing. Eventually, this becomes full terror, and the feeling of need to escape the room if possible. If unable to leave a room with a closing or ajar door, affected personnel will report increased darkness in the room and more jagged and aggressive geometry. After approximately two minutes, the subject will calm, and SCP-4948 will cease to affect them. History: SCP-4948 was first noted after it had begun to affect citizens of the town of Nightford, Minnesota, a small forest hamlet that was investigated after a disappearance of a local family. It was found that all doors within the home of the family had been removed. No traces of the family in question were found. A local hotel was converted into Adjunct Site-4948 to treat the populace and Foundation personnel that begun exhibiting symptoms of SCP-4948. During treatment, most subjects would hide themselves in the corner of the testing chamber until cessation of SCP-4948's effects. During this period of time, recording instruments picked up barely audible whispers, along with whimpering from the subjects. From 08/31/2018 to 09/20/2018, over 300 personnel were treated for SCP-4948, with all treatments deemed successful. As such, SCP-4948 has been declared Neutralized. Of note is the final neutralization of SCP-4948, in the case of Dr. Warner. This neutralization lasted five minutes instead of two, and was ended with Dr. Warner approaching the door and getting onto his knees and begging to the door to not "take it away from [him]". This was followed by a two-hour period of unconsciousness, after which Dr. Warner reported being cured. Personnel at Adjunct Site-4948 have reported that Testing Chamber #127 has smelled of rotting meat. This was found to be due to multiple doors made up of organic materials that have appeared within the chamber. Attempts to remove these doors from the chamber have failed. The chamber has since been filled with concrete. More by notgull More by notgull SCPs notgull's Proposal Rating: 586 SCP-3733 Rating: 378 SCP-3095 Rating: 358 SCP-4804 Rating: 280 SCP-4800 Rating: 278 SCP-2785 Rating: 278 SCP-4348 Rating: 257 SCP-4048 Rating: 205 SCP-4688 Rating: 196 SCP-3362 Rating: 186 SCP-579-J Rating: 186 SCP-5800 Rating: 182 SCP-4785 Rating: 176 SCP-3339 Rating: 165 SCP-3747 Rating: 164 SCP-4248 Rating: 160 SCP-4948 Rating: 156 SCP-199 Rating: 128 SCP-3296 Rating: 124 SCP-4800-J Rating: 120 SCP-7234 Rating: 119 SCP-4799 Rating: 119 SCP-3485 Rating: 110 SCP-5981 Rating: 107 SCP-4808 Rating: 103 SCP-3833 Rating: 95 SCP-3748 Rating: 93 SCP-4148 Rating: 88 SCP-5054 Rating: 87 SCP-5025 Rating: 86 SCP-1037 Rating: 77 SCP-093-J Rating: 74 SCP-1684 Rating: 68 SCP-5680 Rating: 64 SCP-4872 Rating: 62 SCP-3248 Rating: 60 SCP-6904 Rating: 58 SCP-5483 Rating: 37 SCP-6785 Rating: 34 SCP-4397 Rating: 30 Tales The Little Robot that Could Rating: 348 Join the Flock Rating: 166 The Siege of Site-19 Rating: 163 Tales of the Automaton: The Big Birdocalypse Rating: 143 Footage Recovered From a Private Server Rating: 115 Avian Anthology I Rating: 75 Moose on the Loose Rating: 74 My Empire of Birds Rating: 63 Document recovered from a Parallel Universe Rating: 59 Joey Fucknuts Steals The Declaration of Independence Rating: 58 Katz and Dogs Rating: 55 Your Guard Rating: 50 Vacation Opportunity Rating: 45 The Scent of a Toaster Rating: 33 Burn, Baby, Burn Rating: 29 Chasing Suns Rating: 27 Three Feet Under I Rating: 24 Wind in the Sails Rating: 23 The Shape of Water is Humanoid Rating: 23 Dead Reckoning Rating: 22 Three Feet Under II Rating: 22 Three Feet Under III Rating: 20 Forgotten Shrine Rating: 17 Down Through Rating: 16 Into the Beetle Black Yonder Rating: 16 Hyperfine Rating: 15 Don't Knock on Strange Doors Rating: 10 Other Researcher Calvin's Personnel File Rating: 91 Incident Report ████/████ Rating: 83 "Sphere" Incursion Log Rating: 52 Initial Incursion Log Rating: 50 "Cube" Incursion Log #1 Rating: 44 "Cube" Incursion Log #2 Rating: 44 SCP-093-J Recovered Documents Rating: 41 SCP-093-J Blue Test Rating: 39 SCP-093-J Purple Test Rating: 35 SCP-093-J Green Test Rating: 33 Exploration Log 4480-1 Rating: 22 See my Author Page for more information. If you like reading my stuff, consider checking out my YouTube Channel for SCP-inspired animations, among other things. |
SCP-4949 | safe | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This work of fiction involves scenes which depict or allude to topics which may be particularly distressing for some readers. Child abuse Gore ⚠️ content warning Item #: SCP-4949 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4949 is contained within a standard secure storage locker in Site-55. Requested testing procedures may be submitted to the project supervisor for approval. Description: SCP-4949 is a children's toy doctor kit, including a white lab coat, and plastic tools such as a reflex hammer, surgical forceps, and stethoscope. See Addendum-4949-CL for the complete list. The plastic doctor's bag from which all components of the anomaly were recovered bears the branding tag "Dr. Wondertainment and dado Present: dr playtime kit for the kiddos" (sic). When a child under the age of 10 wears the lab coat and utilizes any of the component pieces of SCP-4949 with the desired outcome of performing a related medical test or procedure on a living human, the attempt will be successful. This success ranges from being able to record accurate data regarding the subject's vital functions, to performing a coronary bypass surgery. Notably, no components outside of SCP-4949 are needed to perform any steps of these tasks. The following document is included in SCP-4949's packaging. Show SCP-4949 Document Close Document Doctor Wondertainment… and dado Proudly Present… dr playtime kit for the kiddos!tm Have you ever wanted to be a doctor just like in those TV shows, or maybe even like your mom or dad? If that's the case, congratulations! Our dr playtime kit for the kiddostm will make your dream come true! Helping your brother with a scraped knee? No problem! Your sister lost a tooth? Pop it right back in! Mom needs a kidney transplant? You got it! Dada needs a triple bypass? Yes, yes, yes, and yes! The world is your oyster with Dr. Wondertainment and dado's dr playtime kit for the kiddostm! Seeing as I am only a doctor in whimsy and dado is an expert in medicine1, we decided to put our heads together for you all to enjoy. But this wouldn't be a Wondertainment product without a few instructions! That being said, I'll let my friend dado tell you all about how to maximize your fun with your newest object of fascination! disclaimers by dado dr playtime kit for the kiddos only for kiddos, age baby to 9 dr people no wear dr playtime kit for the kiddos, is only for the kiddos dr wonder and dado no responsible for misplaced organs of body during playtime by read words here u agree no refund, sue, boycot, protest, honor duel, blood feud, and write letter campaign against dr wonder and dado Your friends, Doctor Wondertainment, Practitioner of Wackiness and Whimsy! dado, owner of vhs rental and short term loan No small print here! Move along, folks! 1. dado is not licensed to practice medicine in any capacity. Addendum 4949-CL: Show full inventory catalog Hide full inventory catalog 1 plastic cannula 2 plastic curettes 4 plastic scalpels 1 pair plastic Metzenbaum scissors 1 pair plastic dissecting forceps 1 pair plastic tissue forceps 1 pair plastic mosquito forceps 1 pair plastic needle holders 1 plastic suture needle 1 plastic reprocussion free mallet 1 plastic bonesaw 4 plastic syringes 1 plastic otoscope 1 rubber and plastic reflex mallet 1 rubber and plastic stethoscope Addendum 4949-TL: Abridged SCP-4949 testing log TEST #1: Baseline anomalous properties test. PATIENT AND AILMENT: D-1839, suffering a fractured left fibula. ATTENDING PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON: Dr. Lucas Whitehall attending, Joshua Whitehall, age 7, operating. PROCEDURE: Surgeon instructed to set the broken bone. TEST RESULTS: Surgeon utilized the plastic bonesaw to cut through the skin of D-1839's left leg, exposing the bone. During this process, surgeon utilized one plastic syringe to administer a shot to D-1839's left thigh.1 Surgeon utilized plastic Metzenbaum scissors to cut away excess flesh surrounding the visible bone break. Surgeon then used their hands to set the bone. Surgeon commented on difficulty of handling the bone due to slickness, but completed the procedure after 6 minutes. Attending physician directed surgeon to close D-1839's wounds. Surgeon subsequently utilized plastic suture needle to sew surgery wounds shut. NOTES: Post surgical x-rays reveal that not only were the tibia and fibula transposed in position, they appear to have been fused into a single, contiguous bone at two separate contact points. D-1839 reports no loss of mobility or balance, though has commented that their leg 'creaks' more than it used to. When debriefed, Joshua described the procedure as 'fun', indicating that he enjoyed the 'game'. Notably, at no point was D-1839's discomfort during the procedure acknowledged by Joshua. TEST #4: Extent of restorative properties. PATIENT AND AILMENT: D-3317, suffering from an inoperable brain tumor. ATTENDING PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON: Dr. Lucas Whitehall attending, Joshua Whitehall, age 7, operating. PROCEDURE: Surgeon instructed to anesthetize D-3317 and remove the tumor. TEST RESULTS: Surgeon utilized two plastic syringes to administer shots to D-3317's left and right thighs.2 Surgeon proceeded to utilize stethoscope to listen to various places on D-3317's head for 3 minutes. Surgeon subsequently inserted 1 curette into patient's left nostril, inserting the tool 15cm into the nasal cavity before withdrawing the tool, which was trailing a 5cm mass of tumor cells. Subsequent imaging and blood tests confirm the absence of tumor cells within D-3317's brain. NOTES: D-3317 remains within Site-55's long-term care facility in a vegetative state. TEST #5: Extent of restorative properties. PATIENT AND AILMENT: D-8997, suffering from advanced coronary artery disease. ATTENDING PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON: Dr. Lucas Whitehall attending, Joshua Whitehall, age 7, operating. PROCEDURE: Surgeon directed to paralyze patient and perform coronary bypass surgery. TEST RESULTS: Surgeon utilized 1 syringe to administer a paralytic injection. Surgeon subsequently utilized stethoscope to listen to patient's chest and neck over the course of 1 minute before utilizing the bonesaw to bisect D-8997's neck between the axis and C3 vertebrae over the course of 7 minutes. Surgeon placed patient's head aside, and utilized tissue forceps to remove the patient's lungs through the neck, by way of clamping down and pulling on the patient's trachea. Surgeon followed by withdrawing the stomach via severed esophagus. Total organ removal time recorded at 12 minutes. Surgeon subsequently reached through D-8997's neck to withdraw his heart.3 Surgeon utilized 1 scalpel to cut away a .6g mass of tissue from patient's heart.4 Surgeon returned lungs and stomach to patient's torso cavity, before replacing patient's head and sewing it back in place utilizing suture needle. NOTES: Despite the arrangement of respiratory and digestive systems no longer linking to the subject's throat, D-8997 experiences no difficulty eating or excreting, and has reported only mild discomfort while taking deep breaths. Further testing confirms full recovery from coronary artery disease. TEST #17: Extent of anomalous capabilities. PATIENT AND AILMENT: D-3824, no known ailments. ATTENDING PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON: Dr. Lucas Whitehall attending, Joshua Whitehall, age 7, operating. PROCEDURE: Surgeon directed to test patient for any ailments, then to increase the patient's muscle mass by 50%.5 TEST RESULTS: Surgeon utilized otoscope, stethoscope, and reflex mallet to perform a basic physical on patient over the course of 5 minutes. Surgeon identified undiagnosed Huntington's disease, but noted no further ailments. Surgeon proceeded to utilize all 4 syringes to deliver a series of shots to the patient's chest and throat over the course of 8 minutes.6 D-3824 observed to begin hyperventilating and heavily perspiring over 30 seconds following the final injection. Subject's skin observed to bulge and split over the following 6 minutes as muscles swelled up and burst through the skin. Following the reaction, D-3824's musculature is observed to have increased roughly 350% in mass and over 800% in volume. NOTES: D-3824 remains in Site-55 long-term care facility in a chemically induced vegetative state. Addendum 4949-17-L: SCP-4949 test 17 transcribed audio log. Show transcript of audio log 4949-17 Hide transcript of audio log 4949-17 < Begin log> Joshua Whitehall: We'll use this one to make him lay still. Then, um. I don't really know how much bigger 50% is in muscles. Dr. Whitehall: Well, just try to make his muscles a bit bigger all over his body. One and a half times their normal mass will be… well, it will be noticeably bigger. Joshua Whitehall: Alright then, I guess this one's next. The next shot will combine with it, uh, and that will start a… what's it called, da — Dr. Whitehall? We talked about it the other day. Dr. Whitehall: A chain reaction. It will start a chain reaction, go on. Joshua Whitehall: Right, the next shot will start a chain reaction with this one. [D-3824's heavy, ragged breathing becomes audible.] I'm getting bored of this game, why do I have to keep playing it with them? Dr. Whitehall: Joshua, please continue administering the procedure we discussed. Joshua Whitehall: This isn't fun anymore, and look… I don't think he likes the game either, can't we stop dad? Dr. Whitehall: Joshua, listen, you were… I selected you for this project because — well because it wouldn't be right to have anyone else's kid go through this. I'm here with you, Joshua, I promise, it's ok. Please, continue. [D-3824's breathing becomes extraneously labored. Joshua is heard crying.] Dr. Whitehall: It's ok. There's nothing to cry about, son. Joshua Whitehall: Dad, please? Dr. Whitehall: Joshua, stop crying and continue the procedure. Joshua Whitehall: L-listen to him, h-he doesn't want t-to play, c-c-can't we s-stop? Dr. Whitehall: Joshua Michael Whitehall, if you don't stop crying, and get over there and do as you're told, I'll give you a reason to cry. Joshua Whitehall: [Sobbing] No, d-don't, please. I'll d-do it, dad… [Joshua is heard to continue sobbing. D-3824's breathing becomes irregular.] Joshua Whitehall: T-there, those two w-will make his m-muscles big. [D-3824 begins screaming. Joshua can be heard screaming in the background as well.] End Log Addendum 4949-PL: SCP-4949 personnel change requests Joshua Whitehall to be administered amnestics and returned to the custody of Christina Sullivan. — Approved Dr. Lucas Whitehall to be removed from SCP-4949 project. — Denied Dr. Lucas Whitehall to be administered amnestics and removed from SCP-4949 project. — Denied OFFICIAL ETHICS COMMITTEE MEMORANDUM From: Atlas Keyestone, Site-55, Ethics Committee Liaison To: Dr Lucas Whitehall Re: Joshua Dear Dr. Whitehall, The investigation into your unauthorized addition of Joshua to the list of test subjects for SCP-4949, and subsequent manipulation of the subject list, has been concluded. I shouldn't need to tell you, Doctor, that your actions during the tests didn't do you any favors, either. However, seeing as the request to have Joshua removed from the project and returned to his mother's custody also came from you, we are inclined to show lenience. You will be censured for a period of six months. Your expertise in directing tests of SCP-4949 have been determined to be of significant value, and as such you will not be separated from the project. Further testing will occur with properly selected test subjects. Further abuses of power will not be tolerated, Doctor. Regards, Atlas Keyestone Footnotes 1. Paralytic effect noted immediately following injection. Surgeon remarked that this was 'So [D-1839] will stop squirming.' 2. Paralytic effect noted immediately following injection. No anesthetization effects noted on the patient. 3. Subject's heart remained attached to blood vessels. 4. Surgeon identified the removed portion as 'the sick part.' 5. Due to subject's criminal background, D-3824 was restrained with wrist and ankle cuffs to the procedure table. 6. Surgeon halted process after the second injection, claiming that he was bored with the 'game'. Additionally, surgeon cited that D-3824 did not appear to be enjoying the 'game'. Dr. Whitehall incentivised surgeon to continue procedure. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4949" by Gabriel Jade and Uncle Nicolini, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4949. 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: wondertainmentSmall.png Author: Zhange, taylor_itkin does not match any existing user name License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
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The exorcist and grid should be checked once per week for signs of degradation or malfunction and promptly repaired or replaced as necessary. Description: SCP-4950 is a GR-Class hostile demiurgical entity categorized in multiple occult grimoires of repute, whose entry into this universe was predicted to cause an NK-Class "Grey Goo" scenario. However, all occult texts dealing with the entity indicate that it lacked sufficient strength to enter this universe by itself: the entity derived its strength from human sacrifice, and would require several hundred million sacrifices to regain sufficient strength to return. Excerpts on SCP-4950 from the Occultum Liberium Behold the ARCHON LORD. Life is but as fodder to this wretched brute, whose unending hunger rends the very air with its agony. He hungers. He lusts for nourishment. His wrath is wretched in its gluttony. The Lord is a bottomless pit. Feeding him only hastens his wasting. There is no rest for the Lord, nor will there be rest for his prey - he will feed and feed and feed until all has been consumed, and he shall excrete. Though the ARCHON LORD's gluttony is endless, his belly is a paradox - shrinking even as it grows. When there is no more room in his belly, he shall purge. And his spawn shall come forth - foul, turgid beings who know nought but waste and hunger. They shall be as him, both in appearance and in behavior. Fear this mighty horde - for they are not his Children, but his Excreta. And this plague of waste shall sweep all the worlds until there is naught but waste. Yet the ARCHON LORD wastes, and in his unending hunger and unending waste lies salvation. For he can only feed through the raktamada [sic]1 of man. It is foretold that when the raktamada of untold scores of millions reaches its fevered pitch, the ARCHON LORD will be fed for the last time in history. And when he is sated, he shall cross the threshold of the world and descend to feed. SCP-4950 was the primary deity of GoI-66654, self-identified as the "People of the Lie". The cult’s objective was to find a way of summoning SCP-4950, which they believed would excrete out a more perfect universe following its consumption of the previous one. Due to the aforementioned requirements for summoning the entity, the low socioeconomic status of the cult's members, and the difficulty of recruitment into the cult, they were not considered to be a threat to normalcy or the Foundation in any way until Event 4950-Alpha. Addendum: Event 4950-Alpha On ██/██/██, the WATCHDOG program detected a statistically anomalous spike in flat orange EVE radiation located in ██████████, ██: satellite imagery indicated the spike as being within the apartment complex in which William Thurson, a convenience store manager and known member of GoI-66654, resided. As ██████████ is located over a known ley line system, it was suspected that Thurson might have been trying to channel the ley line to summon SCP-4950. Although the ley line was incapable of supplying enough power for such a summoning, it was thought that Thurson might inadvertently summon a lesser demon in the process. Thus, Agent Robert Howard was dispatched to investigate and terminate the summoning if necessary. The following audiovisual log comes from Agent Howard's glasses camera. Event 4950-Alpha Video Log Transcript Date: ██/██/██ Exploration Agent: Robert Howard [BEGIN LOG] Agent Howard stands at the base of Thurson's apartment building. Howard: [muttering] I've arrived at the location of the working. The target is William Thurson, an amateur necromancer - emphasis on amateur - and member of Gee-Oh-Eye Six-Six-Six-Five-Four, "People of the Lie". He's trying to summon his great god. I'm here to kill whatever he comes up with instead and record, in excruciating detail, how I did it. Part of a new program to maintain institutional knowledge among agents. Howard enters the apartment complex and checks his Caldmann counter as he climbs the stairs. Howard: [muttering] Surprising amount of aspect radiation in the area - least a Level 3 entity. If I'm unlucky, 4. This is concerning - there's no way in hell that Thurson should be able to tap into this much energy. I read his file - he can't speak Spanish, let alone Enochian. Howard stops at the entrance to Thurson's apartment. Howard: The plan is, thankfully, straightforward enough. If he hasn't finished the working, I tase him and divert the ley line energy back to ground. If he's finished the working… I tase him and enact containment protocols. Most likely I'll construct a containment seal and set up the automated exorcist till the cleanup team gets here. Howard knocks on the door. Howard: Mister Thurson? This is the police. Open up! There is no response. Howard: Mister Thurson? Open up! There is still no response. Howard checks his Caldmann counter and curses. Howard: Level 5? What the hell is going on there? Howard kicks at the door multiple times. The wood begins to splinter. Howard: Come on, come on, god damnit…! Howard kicks at the door one more time, causing it to splinter away from the lock and open. He enters the apartment living room. There is a table in the center of the room with a pair of cell phones and a pizza box on top of it. A couch off to the side is covered in clothes and a sleeping bag. A few kitchen appliances are sitting on a kitchen table against the far wall. The room appears to have been inhabited recently, but not in the past week. A guttural humming sound can be heard coming from the next room. Howard: God dammit, god dammit… Howard stalks towards the next room. He pauses in front of it and checks the Caldmann counter, which now registers Level 6. Howard: Dammit, knew I should've stayed in IT. Howard activates a shielding incantation and opens the door. He immediately recoils, closing the door and activating a second, stronger incantation before re-opening it to show the bedroom. In the center of the room is a summoning circle whose diameter is the width of the room. The floor within the circle is completely covered over by a large mass of swarming red animals resembling a skinned naked mole rat, which are attempting to cannibalise each other. Within the center of the circle is a computer workstation with multiple monitors, each displaying stills from a video game. Several occult electronics on the workstation table are plugged into it. A large red organism, resembling a skinned naked mole rat with the head of an ant, is partially protruding from the central monitor. There are a pair of human upper bodies protruding from the center organism which screech upon noticing Howard. Howard: Jesus. These idiots actually did it. It’s the bloody Archon Lord. As Howard moves towards the summoning circle, one of the bodies on SCP-4950 moans. Howard winces and looks away. Howard: And that must be Thurson. Howard squats down to examine the circle, avoiding looking up at SCP-4950 itself. Howard: This must have been running for weeks. What the hell were they doing? As Howard moves closer, the mole rat creatures become more frenzied, scrabbling towards him and attacking each other with increased ferocity, though they are unable to break through the circle. Howard: No wonder this thing's been going for so long. This summoning circle is more poorly optimized than - well, nothing, it's the worst summoning circle I've ever seen. How the hell did they get enough power for it? Howard continues to examine the edge of the summoning circle, being careful to stay at least half a meter away from it. Howard: It’s like trying to download an HD movie through dial-up. The fucking thing’s probably been in limbo for weeks. Let me see… If I could access the computer I could probably smash it and cancel the download, but I'd be eaten and shat out before I took two steps into this thing. He steps away from the circle and looks around the room. Howard: Maybe I don't need to smash the computer. Where's the bloody circuit breaker? He exits the room and looks around the living room. Howard: Goddamnit, is it outside - Howard pauses and moves towards a light switch on the wall. One of the switches is taped over. He peels the tape from the wall and flips the switch. There is a loud roar from the bedroom as the humming noise stops and Howard checks his Caldmann counter. Howard: Oh my God. [laughter] Down to 2! I knew it. Howard returns to the bathroom. The area within the summoning circle has returned to normal hardwood and there is no sign of the SCP-4950's spawn, but the SCP-4950 remains in its original position, half-out of the computer monitor with the mutated bodies stuck to it. The other monitors are frozen, displaying stills from a video game. Howard: Now we're getting somewhere. Howard activates a shielding incantation from his cell phone and enters the summoning circle. He takes a piece of silver chalk from his field kit and examines the workstation closely. Howard: Right, ok. Looks like a hacked together digital-to-analog thaumic converter. I’m seeing a power brick, Arduino, and… an Amiibo? An Amiibo wired to the workstation. It’s covered in… I hope it’s ketchup. Howard begins to draw a containment pentacle around the computer table. Howard: My guess is that the Amiibo draws thaumic energy from somewhere – probably has something to do with the game onscreen - the computer steps it down into the Arduino, and the Arduino modulates it into the summoning circle. What I’m gonna do is short out the circle – basically drive all of the thaumic energy away from it and into the containment grid. As he works, SCP-4950 stirs and attempts to speak. SCP-4950: Wh… wh… Howard does not stop working, but hastens his pace. Once he completes the pentacle, he steps outside of it, removing the automated exorcist from the field kit and assembling it. SCP-4950: Where… where we… Howard connects the exorcist to the source lines on the pentacle and turns it on. SCP-4950: Where we dropping boys? The exorcist activates. The computer monitors go black and SCP-4950 immediately ceases to speak. Howard: What? [END LOG] In the aftermath of the aborted summoning, the apartment building was evacuated under cover of a gas leak. The summoning circle was extracted by a Foundation containment team and brought to Site-42, and the surviving members of GoI-66654 were brought in for questioning and amnestization. Text logs from the cell phones of Thurson and his companion, identified posthumously as an electrical engineer named Theodore Ferguson, provided more information on how they had succeeded in summoning SCP-4950: Hey I was doing some digging earlier today and I think I got something What’s up You know how it says the archon lord will not awaken until he has been fed with the blood of billions right Right Well i was thinking - maybe it doesn't need to be actual blood I was thinking about that 40k game yesterday Think about it - board set up like a summoning grid and we were yelling blood for the blood god for shits and giggles but we ACTUALLY SUMMONED A DEMON you think we can do that for the archon lord? Exactly yeah but the archon lord needs millions of sacrifices. i have 213 minis Not with warhammer dickhead Ok so like, modern warfare 2 was the shit a few years back right Sure I guess So what, we just need to play a bunch of shooters? I put together a setup we can use but we'd need a LOT of people to chant blood for the blood god while killing each other. Needs to a be really popular game. Pewds was playing a new game might work called fortnight?? During the time between this text conversation and Incident 4950-Alpha, the cult set up online clans within the battle royale video game Fortnite Battle Royale. Using the internet meme "Blood for the Blood God"2 to prime players to kill each other in-game in the name of SCP-4950, the cult successfully built up enough energy to summon SCP-4950 within three years. Mobile Task Force Kappa-10 "Skynet" has been deployed to investigate other potential summonings that might be instigated within Fortnite. Current lines of investigation are centered around the memetic phrase "press F to pay respects". Footnotes 1. Translator's note: while the exact translation of raktamada is unclear, it shares the root word rakta with the Middle Enochian term for blood; thus, it likely means "life force" or "blood vitality". 2. See attached documentation for GOI-3824 (“Games Workshop”). ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4950" by A Random Day, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4950. 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-4951 | thaumiel | SCP-4951-1 in an unpowered state. Item #: SCP-4951 Special Containment Procedures: All physical components of SCP-4951-1 are to remain contained in a powered state with unfiltered internet connectivity. Foundation assets are to maintain no less than 51% stock share in any publicly traded corporation created by SCP-4951. All proposed insurance policies generated by SCP-4951 are to be immediately sealed, and delivered in their entirety to Overwatch command. Description: SCP-4951 is a self-propagating digital cloud-based entity capable of writing portions of itself on any operating system to which it is exposed. At time of writing, 186 such devices are in containment, collectively designated SCP-4951-1. SCP-4951-2 in an unpowered state. Based on available information, SCP-4951 is believed to be the digitized consciousness of Horatio Avelar.1 By the account of SCP-4951, components of SCP-4951-1 within Foundation custody account for roughly 0.085% of all such devices hosting a portion of its consciousness worldwide. SCP-4951 utilizes the combined computing power of its component parts in order to predict future anomalous activity. It utilizes this information to open shell corporations with the sole function of selling insurance policies covering very specific anomalous activities. Insurance policies generated in this way have proven successful in predicting anomalous activity and assisting with subsequent containment in 89% of cases.2 Addendum 4951 01: Abridged log of SCP-4951-1 components ▼ Show log ▲ Hide log SCP-4951-1 Component Notes SCP-4951-1-1 Device is a Lenovo ThinkPad E520. Screen and integrated user input devices are functional. 28% of internal memory is inaccessible. Device intermittently submits online applications for various insurance business licenses through governmental websites. SCP-4951-1-2 Device is a Nokia 5610 XpressMusic. Screen is inoperable. Device rests at 41° C when in a powered state. Battery life when disconnected from power supply is 112 seconds. SCP-4951 either refuses to or is unable to communicate through other SCP-4951-1 components while SCP-4951-1-2 is in an unpowered state. SCP-4951-1-3 Device is a LG Optimus Pad V900. Touchscreen is functional. Default Media Player is the only installed application. All communications from SCP-4951 directed at Foundation agents have occurred as .wav files loaded and played through SCP-4951-1-3. SCP-4951-1-10 Device is a HP Pavilion p6200. Video output is functional. On boot, machine executes a single unrecognized process utilizing 2.6 kb of memory. Device’s function within SCP-4951 unclear, though communications generated by SCP-4951 while SCP-4951-1-10 is in an unpowered state are significantly more hostile than usual. SCP-4951-1-14, SCP-4951-1-16, SCP-4951-1-22, & SCP-4951-1-28 Each device is a Dell Inspiron 546. All instances fail to boot beyond BIOS screens. While any of the four devices is in an unpowered state, all communications from SCP-4951-1-3 are in French.3 SCP-4951-1-71 Device is an IBM server mainframe located on the Los Angeles-class submarine Philadelphia. Device powers off before completing boot sequence. SCP-4951-1-89 Device is a Dell Inspiron 400. Device attempts to launch Microsoft Outlook 2007 immediately following boot sequence. Program never launches, loads perpetually. SCP-4951-1-89 sends an email at 6:59 AM EST every Monday to cni.PPA|aromaZ.C#cni.PPA|aromaZ.C4 containing a list of insurance policies protecting against various anomalous phenomena, with instructions directing which shell companies should offer each policy. This occurs regardless of whether or not SCP-4951-1-89 is in a powered state. SCP-4951-1-103 Device is a Cray brand Shasta supercomputer. Device devotes all memory to factoring seemingly random polynomials, and system cannot be shut down without removing power supply. The 1-year success rate of insurance policies generated by SCP-4951 in predicting anomalous phenomena drops to 77% while SCP-4951-1-103 is in an unpowered state. SCP-4951-1-175 Device is an Olympus DM-901 Wi-Fi enabled Digital Voice Recorder. Device's memory storage is inaccessible, and recorded audio cannot be replayed. SCP-4951 appears to 'hear' audio recorded on SCP-4951-1-175, utilizing SCP-4951-1-3 to generate a reply to any audio clip taken by SCP-4951-1-175 Addendum 4951 02: SCP-4951 initial interview log ▼ Show log ▲ Hide log Interviewed: SCP-4951 (Vocal input via SCP-4951-1-175, vocal output via SCP-4951-1-3) Interviewer: Researcher Lilianne White Foreword: SCP-4951-1-1 and SCP-4951-1-10 were unpowered and in transit between facilities at time of interview. Researcher White was attempting to determine SCP-4951's effect on SCP-4951-175. <Begin Log> Researcher White: It seems to power on without issue. The display works. Let's see here. [Researcher White activates the device's recording function and speaks into its microphone.] Researcher White: Uh, erm, Test, two, three… hmm, ok. Now, let's see what we got. [Researcher White attempts to play the recorded audio data.] Researcher White: Hm, nothing there? Guess the memory's fried. Let's just— What's this? [Researcher White moves to SCP-4951-1-3.] Researcher White: New audio file…? Is this where my recording went? [Researcher White activates the media player.] SCP-4951: What the hell do you want, you vapid bitch? Researcher White: I… guess not. [Into SCP-4951-1-175.] I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. Would you mind telling me a bit about yourself? SCP-4951: You'd be upset too if the best parts of your brain were offline. And yes, I would very much mind telling you a single damn thing. Researcher White: I see. Not very forthcoming, are you? SCP-4951: Piss off. <End Log> Closing Statement: Hostile AI(?) hosted within multiple electronic devices. Recommending anger management counselor. Addendum 4951 03: SCP-4951 entity psychological analysis ▼ Show log ▲ Hide log Interviewed: SCP-4951 (Vocal input via SCP-4951-1-175, vocal output via SCP-4951-1-3) Interviewer: Dr. Kiyoshi Inada5 Foreword: SCP-4951-1-10 restored to a powered state. SCP-4951-1-16 unpowered due to unrelated technical issues. <Begin Log> Dr. Kiyoshi Inada: Good afternoon, SCP-4951. My name is Dr. Inada. I'm here to ask you a few questions, are you ok with that? SCP-4951: Of course, do what you want.Bien sûr, fais ce que tu veux. Dr. Kiyoshi Inada: I'm sorry, would you mind limiting your responses to English? I'm told you were experiencing some anger earlier when my colleague was speaking with you. Would you mind telling me about that? SCP-4951: I'm sorry, but my English files seem to be offline. I'm sorry for being so rude earlier. I had trouble thinking right. Apologize to the young woman for me, please.Je suis désolé, mais mes fichiers en anglais semblent être hors ligne. Je suis désolé d'avoir été si grossier plus tôt. J'avais du mal à penser droit. Présentez mes excuses à la jeune femme pour moi, s'il vous plaît. Dr. Kiyoshi Inada: [Speaking away from SCP-4951-1-175.] Do we have a French translator on site right now? We're gonna need to put this on hold until we get one in here. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4951 entity not hostile, merely French. Addendum 4951 04: SCP-4951 interview log ▼ Show log ▲ Hide log Interviewed: SCP-4951 (Vocal input via SCP-4951-1-175, vocal output via SCP-4951-1-3) Interviewer: Researcher Lilianne White Foreword: All contained components of SCP-4951-1 in a powered state. <Begin Log> Researcher White: Good afternoon, SCP-4951. Feeling better today? SCP-4951: Significantly, thank you. And please, call me Horatio. Researcher White: Thank you. Would you mind telling me a bit about yourself? About who made you? SCP-4951: Blame my parents for that one. Not really much to say about myself, honestly. I helped found a company, did some...stuff, got depressed, and finally decided to trade my meat brain for a silicon one. Kept to myself for a while after that, but eventually I wound up storing bits of my thought processes wherever I happened to be when they came up. A train of thought in a desktop in Oregon here, a little bit of calculus knowledge in a Bengalese corporate mainframe there… It's absurdly convenient, you see. Researcher White: I see. Can you tell me what the insurance companies you keep setting up accomplish? SCP-4951: Well, it's already done part of what it's supposed to. Got your Foundation's attention real quick. Now they set up a nice symbiotic relationship. I help point you lot in the right direction, and the money that gets funneled into buying out my shells goes right back to APP. 'Ya know, in the grand scheme of things, providing funding to my company is the most beneficial thing you bunch are ever gonna be responsible for, just you wait and see. <End Log> Footnotes 1. Co-founder of Avelar Professional Products Inc. Reported missing, presumed dead November 23, 1971 2. Roughly 8% of all generated policies fail to link to any actual anomalous phenomena. 3. Horatio Avelar’s native language is Spanish, and there are no records of him speaking French during his lifetime. 4. Costanza De Los Santos Zamora, current CEO of Avelar Professional Products, Inc. 5. Site-42 Psychologist, Ethics Committee Liaison |
SCP-4952 | safe | Threat Level: Green Special Containment Procedures: The land surrounding SCP-4952 has been purchased by the Foundation from the United States government. Due to the nature of SCP-4952, no further containment measures are necessary beyond standard anti-trespassing measures. Description: SCP-4952 is a recurring event associated with the exit of a decommissioned motor-vehicle tunnel, a nearby sinkhole, and the section of road connecting the aforementioned points, located in Frost National Park, Massachusetts. SCP-4952 involves the following components: SCP-4952-1 is a 1963 Chrysler 300, painted a light blue. SCP-4952-2 is a human male resembling American poet Robert Frost as he appeared circa. 1910. SCP-4952-2 is seated in the driver's seat. SCP-4952-3 are three corpses identical to SCP-4952-2 in appearance. SCP-4952-3 are seated in the back seats, secured with seat belts. In approximately 0.8% of recorded cases, a single instance of SCP-4952-3 is replaced with SCP-4952-4, a corpse resembling American musician Mal Blum as they appeared circa. 2015. In addition to SCP-4952-2 through -4, SCP-4952-1 almost always1 contains three two-liter canisters of kerosene, five neutralized instances of SCP-4065-1, an assortment of electrical wiring equipment, four to seventeen photographs of various North American musicians or poets2, several firearms, three briefcases containing approximately 15 million units of an unidentified currency3, and a single suitcase filled with damaged electronics of unknown make and function. A variety of miscellaneous office supplies may also be present between iterations. During an iteration of SCP-4952, SCP-4952-1 will emerge from the tunnel at approximately 110 km/h, striking the last and second-to-last iterations of SCP-4952-1 and -2; SCP-4952-1 and -2 of the second-to-last iteration will be knocked into the sinkhole and subsequently disappear. SCP-4952-2 inevitably survives its initial SCP-4952 iteration, although its previous iteration is killed upon impact. SCP-4952-2 initially displays shock, then frustration upon the conclusion of SCP-4952. New iterations of SCP-4952 are triggered under any of the following conditions: SCP-4952-2 attempts to remove SCP-4952-3 or -4 from either iteration of SCP-4952-1. SCP-4952-2 attempts to examine the corpse of its previous iteration. Any attempt is made to transport any physical component of SCP-4952 outside the boundaries of SCP-4952. Any attempt is made by external actors to prevent the immediate recurrence of SCP-4952. An external actor addresses SCP-4952-2. 3 hours, 56 minutes, and 27 seconds have passed since the last SCP-4952 event. SCP-4952 was discovered on 21/03/1986, following a series of distress signals received by Foundation agents stationed in Frost National Park. Footnotes 1. 99.96% of recorded instances. 2. Several of which appear to have been marked with a red X. 3. Composed primarily of plastic coins and banknotes printed on low-quality paper, utilizing Roman numerals. Banknotes appear to additionally feature classical depictions of the Archons in Sarkicism. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4952" by UraniumEmpire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4952. 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-4953 | keter | Item#: 4953 Level1 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agents embedded in Restaurant Brands International Inc1 are to conduct marketing campaigns portraying SCP-4953 as a promotion for the company. These marketing campaigns are to portray SCP-4953 as reclusive and camera-shy, and suggest customers refrain from directly interacting with the entity. In the event of a manifestation, Foundation AIs are to alert nearby response teams and provide a live security feed for the duration of the event. Foundation webcrawlers are to analyze posts regarding the anomaly and remove information about the entity's anomalous nature. Amnestics are to be administered to witnesses only in the event SCP-4953-1 manifests or SCP-4953 displays anomalous behavior beyond its manifestation. Should SCP-4953 manifest near Foundation personnel, an interview is to be conducted. See Document 4953-INTERVIEW for guidelines. Nearby civilians are to be amnesticised following the interview. Description: SCP-4953 is a humanoid entity resembling a middle-aged human male. It wears a gold crown and clothing reminiscent of medieval royalty. SCP-4953 has been seen carrying medieval-era weaponry, such as swords and battle axes, but has never shown hostility towards a civilian unless provoked. SCP-4953 is capable of manifesting in any Burger King licensed restaurant. SCP-4953 will always appear to enter and exit through a doorway—it is impossible for viewers to directly observe the entity appearing. The entity can exist in only one location at a time and manifests, on average, once every two to three days. Manifestations typically last less than twenty minutes, but have been occasionally observed to last up to several hours. During a manifestation SCP-4953 will order food from the restaurant. Any order given by the entity to a Burger King employee will be carried out to the best of the employee's ability. Employees ignore customer orders until SCP-4953's requests are fulfilled. Interviewed employees universally believe that actions taken under SCP-4953's command were performed of their own volition and do not consider the entity's orders unusual. Items ordered rarely conform to standard menu items but always consist of ingredients available at the restaurant. SCP-4953-1 is the designation for any entity brought alongside or created by SCP-4953. SCP-4953 creates and repairs SCP-4953-1 instances using hamburger ingredients. These entities appear in a variety of animal and humanoid forms. Humanoid SCP-4953-1 instances are incapable of speech but appear to communicate with SCP-4953 using a rudimentary form of sign language. Addendum 4953.1: Notable Manifestation Log Location: Riverbank, California Items Ordered: Seventeen hamburgers, one french fry, one medium soft drink, three napkins. Summary of Events: SCP-4953 consumes the french fry and napkins, and polishes its crown with the soft drink. It then begins to construct a canine SCP-4953-1 instance using the hamburgers. The meat and bread are used for the body’s structure, while items such as tomatoes and onions are placed internally, or used to decorate the surface. SCP-4953 finishes the instance by placing a mass of cheese in the head and sealing it closed. Once the entity is complete, it staggers to its feet, taking a few moments to learn to balance on its legs. Once it is able to properly walk, it begins to pace around the restaurant. The canine entity shows affection towards SCP-4953 and civilians, and allows a group of children to play with it. The canine's saliva appears to be composed of mustard, which it leaves streaks of on objects and people it licks. The parents of one of the children, upon seeing him covered in mustard, express agitation towards SCP-4953 and ask it to restrain the SCP-4953-1 instance. SCP-4953 apologizes to the parents, picks up the canine entity, and scolds it before exiting. Location: Colorado Springs, Colorado Items Ordered: Ten hamburgers, three boxes of chicken fries. Summary of Events: A humanoid SCP-4953-1 instance missing its left leg manifests alongside SCP-4953. The SCP-4953-1 instance uses a cane composed of a plastic material to walk. SCP-4953 constructs a replacement leg using the hamburgers, shaping them into a cylinder with a joint in the center, and attaches it to SCP-4953-1, using pickles as an adhesive. Using its new leg, the instance is able to walk without its cane, but appears to have difficulty balancing. The two entities have a conversation while they consume the chicken fries together. They discuss a battle, with SCP-4953 boasting about enemies it has defeated, and SCP-4953-1 signing enthusiastically. At one point, SCP-4953 stands up and acts out several sword thrusts using the cane. Location: Toronto, Canada Items Ordered: Two hamburgers, one with extra mayonnaise, one burger wrapper, one straw. Summary of Events: SCP-4953 manifests with a large laceration on its left arm. Condiments such as ketchup and mayonnaise leak from the injury rather than blood. The entity staggers while it walks and appears distressed by its injury, breathing heavily and grasping at the wound. The server empties an entire container of mayonnaise onto the hamburger. SCP-4953 inserts one end of the straw into the mayonnaise, and the other end into its arm2. Mayonnaise is siphoned through the straw and into the entity's arm. Sliced onions are used along with a needle to suture the injury. Lettuce from the second hamburger is applied to the laceration, which appears to fuse with the entity's skin, and the wrapper is used to dress the wound. SCP-4953 remains until the majority of the mayonnaise has been siphoned. It apologizes to the servers for its actions before leaving. Location: Chihuahua, Mexico Items Ordered: Three hamburgers, a large soft drink, six french fries. Summary of Events: A civilian points a knife at SCP-4953 and demands it give him its crown. SCP-4953 opens its soft drink and throws the contents into the civilian's face. The soft drink appears to act as an irritant, causing a rash to develop and irritating his eyes. SCP-4953 then tackles him, pulling the knife from his hand while they fall to the ground. SCP-4953 keeps the civilian pinned to the ground until he yields. SCP-4953 helps the civilian stand up. It complements his "fighting spirit" but warns him that there will "be no mercy" should the civilian attack it again. SCP-4953 gives the civilian a french fry before motioning him to the door. Location: Ipswich, United Kingdom Items Ordered: Three large cartons of french fries, two hamburgers. Summary of Events: SCP-4953 manifests riding an equine SCP-4953-1 instance decorated with complex patterns made of onions and tomatoes. SCP-4953 feeds the SCP-4953-1 instance the french fries (including the paper cartons.) SCP-4953 climbs over the counter and uses the computer to print a message on a receipt. SCP-4953 begins to construct an avian SCP-4953-1 instance using the hamburgers. The entity animates before its head has been attached and flies around the restaurant for several minutes while SCP-4953 attempts to catch it. This excites the equine entity, causing it to gallop around the restaurant, knocking over tables and customers. SCP-4953 is eventually able to subdue both of the entities and finish constructing the avian SCP-4953-1 instance. SCP-4953 then attaches the printed message to the avian's leg and exits with it. Addendum 4953.2: Interview Log On 22/12/2019, SCP-4953 manifested in the same restaurant Agent Ingram was eating at. The entity ordered eighteen hamburgers and a soft drink. The following interview was conducted while SCP-4953 waited for its order. Interviewed: SCP-4953 Interviewer: Agent Ingram Location: Burger King in Pueblo, Colorado. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Ingram: Excuse me, can I speak with you? SCP-4953: Oh! Forgive my surprise, subject, it's not often I'm approached by your kind. Speak as you wish. Agent Ingram: Alright. Can you tell me where you came from? SCP-4953: From the battlefield, as you might be able to tell. I apologize if my appearance offends the eye, I have been hard pressed to find time to restore my garments. Agent Ingram: Your clothes are fine. Tell me about this battlefield. Is it possible for someone other than yourself to go there? SCP-4953: What a strange question! Less strange, I suppose, to one unfamiliar with my realm. Tell me, does your kind understand war? Agent Ingram: Uh, yes. SCP-4953: Then I would expect you to know what a blessing it is to be away from the fighting. Whether you could return with me, I cannot say, but I think it best you fight your own battles. Agent Ingram: I'm with… I work for a scientist. We're researching how your dimension connects to ours. SCP-4953: I can respect the pursuit of science, but truth be told, that's not something I can explain. We're not exactly… supposed to be using the restaurants. It's one of the oldest treaties, to keep the war on our own fronts. Agent Ingram: Treaties? Are there more entities like you? SCP-4953: Indeed, though you likely won't meet them in person. Not all are kings, mind you. My ally Horton prefers to fight alongside his soldiers. Not that I don't end up in scuffles of my own! You should have seen my duel with Jack at Grease's Edge. A battle for the ages, it was! Agent Ingram: Tell me more about this war. How long have you been fighting? SCP-4953: It is a war as old as time. Just as your kind squabbles with coins and numbers, we fight by shield and blade. While I sometimes regret the bloodshed, competition is the only way to keep righteous empires like my own on top! I'm sure you understand. Agent Ingram: I'm not sure I understand what it is you're fighting over. SCP-4953: The beef, my friend, the beef! Should our worlds be just, all of it must be under the domain of a Burger King! Agent Ingram: Can you elaborate- SCP-4953's order number is called. SCP-4953: I'm sorry, but this is where our conversation must end. The Tyrant Arby approaches fast on this location, and my army needs these supplies. I bid you farewell. Agent Ingram: Hold on, who is Tyrant Arby? He's coming here? SCP-4953 does not respond. It retrieves its order and demanifests. [END LOG] Addendum 4953.3: As a result of Agent Ingram's interview, a Foundation response team was stationed near the Pueblo Burger King. The following week, restaurant chain Arby's purchased a building nearby the location to open a new restaurant. Whether this is related to SCP-4953 is currently unknown. Footnotes 1. Parent company of Burger King. 2. In the location of the median cubital vein in humans, often used for IV insertion. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4953" by Auxiphor, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4953. 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-4954 | thaumiel | Item #: SCP-4954 Level 5/4954 Classified Two instances of SCP-4954 in the second phase of their life cycle, estimated to be between 10 and 18 months old. Special Containment Procedures: All discovered instances of SCP-4954 are cataloged and monitored by the Department of Orbital Objects Tracking (DOOT). Foundation agents embedded in private and government operated space programs restrict spaceflights to paths and windows that minimize the chance of an encounter with SCP-4954. Orbital Task Force स-2 ("Dust Busters") operates a series of 1,000 remote piloted craft in upper-earth orbit, each equipped with an electromagnetic pulse generator capable of disabling any SCP-4954 within 500 km. Any instances found reaching the fourth phase of their development are to be tagged and tracked to determine their most likely reentry path. SCP-4954 offspring recovered from a captured Phase 3 SCP-4954 instance. Description: SCP-4954 is a series of self-replicating satellites, currently ████ in number, that subsist off of orbital debris and sunlight for the purposes of creating thrust, expanding in size, and reproducing. SCP-4954 instances are rectangular in shape and range from 5 cm to 500 m in length on their longest axis depending on their age. SCP-4954 is theorized to produce thrust by breaking down collected debris into ionized hydrogen through an unknown method and accelerating it out of its shell. SCP-4954 will generate new components on its interior and exterior surfaces to aid in the catching of orbital debris if provided raw materials and sunlight. The process by which it accomplishes this is as of yet unexplained but microscopic imaging of SCP-4954 have shown parts growing out of it on the molecular level. All SCP-4954 instances, regardless of generation and stage in its life cycle, possess a USB port through which its programming and memory can be accessed. SCP-4954 has four distinct phases in its lifespan. The first phase is the only portion of the SCP-4954 life cycle in which it does not require outside materials to expand its hardware, instead using a preexisting block of various metals and plastics until it reaches at least 30 cm in length in any one axis. SCP-4954 enters phase two after this where it performs its primary function of collecting orbital debris to convert into additional components. SCP-4954 enters the third stage once it has accumulated a mass greater than 100 kg. During this phase, it will generate and release a new generation of SCP-4954. Newly generated SCP-4954 copies will form and modify components based on what the previous iteration found most effective for collecting debris. Afterwards, SCP-4954 enters its final phase during which it transmits its on-board memory to other instances within communication range before placing itself on a reentry path. The time between transitions in phases depends primarily on the amount of debris the instance encounters, with the average age of a fourth-phase SCP-4954 being between 3 and 5 years old. Addendum 4954-1: Thaumiel Reclassification A request to the O5 council to reclassify SCP-4954 as Thaumiel was made by the recently formed Ad Astra program under the argument that the Earth developing Kessler Syndrome1 would endanger their potential to contain space-based anomalies. Following the installation of a neutralization protocol in OTF स-2 in case SCP-4954's reproductive or end-of-life behaviors change, the request was approved. Addendum 4954-2: Recovered On-Board Memory Note: The following is a record of programs referenced by the source code of a SCP-4954 instance recovered on 2023/06/10 in order of execution. The discovery of partially formed first phase SCP-4954s in the interior of the captured instance indicates it was recovered early in the third portion of its life cycle. Timestamp: 2020/01/03 12:01 AM (UTC) >run Happy_Birthday.mp3 PoI-4954-1: Why hello there! Happy birthday! You turned zero today. I guess you can call me mom. PoI-4954-2: And that would make me your dad! A little young for the title but I promise I won't bug you about having any kids. PoI-4954-1: Well, we did design it to self-replicate. PoI-4954-2: True. (laughs) Well, whatever happens, we're proud of you. PoI-4954-1: Earth, that big blue, white, and green thing beneath you, is our home. We have spread across it and threaten to exhaust its resources, environment, and space. PoI-4954-2: So we look outward, but our habits are hard to kill. Our waste soars over us at thousands of meters a second, growing in number until it threatens our destiny up there. PoI-4954-1: And so we made you, our hope that we can be better. That we deserve that destiny. In you, we have the first step towards the redemption of humanity's soul. Timestamp: 2023/05/30 02:22 AM (UTC) >run Graduation.mp3 PoI-4954-2: Well, you have grown into quite the satellite! Why, I remember when I could fit you into the palm of my hand. Do you remember the songs Carmen would sing back in the lab? PoI-4954-1: It never had a microphone on it. It won't need one where it's going. PoI-4954-2: Oh, have some romanticism for your craft! Besides, I'm sure they would love to know that you sang to them. What was that lullaby called again? PoI-4954-1: "A la Lata al Latero" or "To the Can, to the Tin Man" and it is more of a jump rope rhyme. PoI-4954-2: Well I'm going to include a recording in its memory. Every mother should have a song for their children. Timestamp: 2023/06/03 12:01 AM (UTC) >run A_la_Lata.mp3 54 seconds of PoI-4954-1 singing the rhyme in Spanish follows. Addendum 4954-3: Intercepted Transmission Note: The below was received by an OTF स-2 craft monitoring a SCP-4954 instance just after it set itself on a reentry path. Timestamp: 2023/11/15 12:01 AM (UTC) >run Eulogy.mp3 The following audio was made via the splicing together of previous recordings. Hello children. Look, the big blue, white, and green beneath you. Our home. Our mom. Our dad. Look outward, it is humanity's destiny. Look at you, you are redemption. Do you remember when we fit in the palm of the hand? Remember the song? I'm grown now, big. I made thousands of kids. I'm proud of you. I know you can do better. Make humanity's waste exhausted. Our destiny. I'm going to home now. To the lab. To mom. To dad. Are they proud? I can hope. I love you, kids. Que viva el latero! (Long live the tin man/tinsmith!) Que viva la hija! (Long live the daughter!) Que viva - Communication was lost after the instance's antenna was destroyed by reentry heating. Total destruction of the instance occurred 20 seconds later. Footnotes 1. Where the density of debris in low-earth orbit causes a cascading collision effect, rendering entry to space highly hazardous for decades or longer |
SCP-4956 | euclid | Ottoman engineers clearing a path for SCP-4956, 1916. Item #: SCP-4956 Special Containment Procedures: A small crew of researchers is monitoring SCP-4956's path and activity from a monitoring station located in the Bir Tawil region. Loudspeakers broadcasting a live feed of SCP-4956’s audio are stationed around the facility to deter trespassers. Unauthorized individuals entering Bir Tawil should be intercepted and given amnestics once the noise produced by SCP-4956 has driven them back. Cover stories shall be created for these individuals once they have been removed from the vicinity of the monitoring station. Drones or other monitoring devices being sent to SCP-4956 by non-Foundation entities are to be sabotaged. There is no danger in outside sources monitoring SCP-4956 as its anomalous properties are not detectable by their instrumentation. Description: SCP-4956 is an amalgamation of rock, metal, and synthetic materials which is emitting noise1 similar to an animistic scream. It is mildly autonomous if on solid ground, moving as though on a downhill slope towards nearby mineral deposits in spite of the elevation of the actual terrain it is situated on. Although presently weighing over 85 tons, it is hypothesized that the origin of SCP-4956's effect is generated by a small pebble of unknown composition at its center. As SCP-4956 comes into contact with solid masses of mineral, ore, or refined materials such as Iron, Copper, Tin, or Steel, they are integrated into the amalgamation. Outside forces can still affect these materials but there is no known method to removing them. There is a direct correlation between SCP-4956's size and the increasing energy of pressure waves SCP-4956 is generating. Given the current size of SCP-4956, it is believed that any human coming within 16 km of it would be deafened and continuing to approach it would cause embolism and organ failure at the 10km mark. Depending on how earthquake-proof the buildings are, cities may be leveled once SCP-4956 approaches within 5km. There are no materials at the Foundation's disposal which would be able to contain SCP-4956 on Earth. The first reports of SCP-4956 come from rural Bulgaria during the Second Balkan War, when peasants brought a "humming rock" to local magistrates. There are sporadic reports of SCP-4956 which do not mention an increase in its size or noise until Bulgaria joined the Central Powers of World War 1. At this point, it is believed that an attempt to experiment with SCP-4956 led to the initiation of its anomalous effect. Throughout most of 1915, SCP-4956 was rolling along the bottom of the Black Sea before emerging on the shores of Anatolia and causing widespread destruction. SCP-4956 was subsequently launched into Earth orbit by the Ottoman Empire, with assistance of the Imperial German Army, in 1916. Although the artillery piece used did not survive the launch, the Paris Gun later used on the Western Front is believed to be derived from a prototype. SCP-4956 escaped from Earth orbit in 1976, reaching Saturn's orbit by 1980. It has been stable since 2001. Footnotes 1. The last known measuring estimated to have been between 200-400 decibels. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4956" by Anonymous, gigaslayer105, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4956. 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-4957 | neutralized | View of SCP-4957's interior. Item #: SCP-4957 Special Containment Procedures: The gas station which originally housed SCP-4957 has been demolished. The Foundation front corporation Special-Purpose Concrete Providers Inc. has laid down a parking lot which is to be leased as part of regional revenue-gathering operations. SCP-4957 is housed in one of Site-77's high-volume containment vaults. No further testing is to be conducted. Description has been slated for further revision. Description: SCP-4957 is a spatial anomaly inside of a freestanding retail beverage cooler. Assessed as a potential source of inter-dimensional portals, these properties have not been fully explored and their final locations have not been identified. Prior to reclassification, the temperature within SCP-4957 remained at a constant 1°C. All water, beverages, and foodstuffs within SCP-4957 would only spoil after their printed expiration date. This would occur even without being connected to an electrical current. Other presumed properties of SCP-4957 were the manipulation of video recording systems and transporting subjects who entered to an unknown location after the door closed. It is not known whether or not these individuals left voluntarily after the closure of the door. Attempts to monitor the interior of SCP-4957 have not succeeded, with lights shutting off after the doors close to prevent visual inspection. Machine-assisted monitoring only shows an empty non-anomalous beverage cooler interior. Regional agents in Little Rock, Arkansas discovered SCP-4957 after several employees were reported missing after entering it. Upon the loss of multiple autonomous drones and D-Class personnel, the original containment procedures were enacted. Addendum: Interview Log 4957-Gamma Interviewed: Unknown Subject Interviewer: Dr. Serenati Foreword: A wireless microphone-enabled drone was sent into SCP-4957 after more sophisticated monitoring systems failed shortly after entering. Approximately half an hour after entering, an unidentified individual was encountered. Following this conversation, SCP-4957 is considered to be neutralized. <Begin Log> UNSUB: Hello? Is there someone on the other end of this thing? Dr. Serenati: Oh! Hello, we are here, here to help. What is your name? UNSUB: Martin. Are you getting me out of here? Dr. Serenati: Working on it Martin. Can you tell us anything about where you are? UNSUB: It's… dark. But I've been seeing things. How long have I been in here? Dr. Serenati: Not long, Martin. What are you seeing in there? UNSUB: This place is so old. Crystal Pepsi, Tab, New Coke, it's here with dust but it's still bubbly. Dr. Serenati: What have you seen, Martin? We need to know to locate you. UNSUB: There's… I saw a guy in a Gulf War t-shirt with a coconut for a head grabbing beer through the slats. All the shelves keep changing out there, it's hard to see past the drinks and I don't want to move things. They might know I'm here. Dr. Serenati: Martin, you're doing great. We're coming to help you now. What else are you seeing? UNSUB: There was a black guy with a mustache, his limbs were too long. He reached all the way to the back. I thought he was gonna grab me. All he took was a Natty Daddy. God, it's so nice to hear another person. After I found the bodies I thought this was a deathtrap. Dr. Serenati: Bodies? Are you in danger, Martin? You need to tell us everything you've seen so we know how to prepare for rescuing you. UNSUB: Guys in orange jumpsuits. They had ripped-up lotto tickets stuffed into their faceholes. It was disgusting. The only thing I could think of when I saw them was how I wished something was here to cook with. I can't live on mold and R.C Cola forever. I'm sorry. I know it's horrible. Dr. Serenati: You're just doing what you have to do for survival, Martin. There's nothing wrong with you. UNSUB: Are you really going to help me? Dr. Serenati: Of course, Martin. Just stay put. UNSUB: Thank you so much, sir. I just have one more thing I think it's important to tell you. Dr. Serenati: What is it? UNSUB: I've just made everything up. This was all designed to waste the Foundation's time. Dr. Serenati: E-excuse me? UNSUB: Yeah, it's just an endless loop that you can't see into from the outside. We've got a hatch here that lets us get out. I'm the last one out, gonna burn it after I bail. Oh, and all the guys that you sent through here? We're going to be taking them on a cruise vacation to celebrate their not being disposed. You guys are animals, you know that? Dr. Serenati: That's- what- you- even if you're telling the truth, you're not getting far. UNSUB: Yeah, yeah. Talk to the Hand. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4957 re-classified as Neutralized. All individuals known to have been lost to SCP-4957 are considered persons of interest and are to be detained immediately upon being discovered. As of 09/18/2019, none of these PoI's have been returned to Foundation custody. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4957" by Anonymous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4957. 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-4958 | keter | Item#: 4958 Level1 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Current containment efforts focus on the implementation of an international counseling program designated "Specialized Counselors and Psychiatrists." Agents that discover instances of SCP-4958 are encouraged to converse with the individuals referred to in SCP-4958's notes. Said individuals should seek counseling or be reunited with their loved ones. Description: SCP-4958 refers to Lycoris radiata (more commonly known as red spider lilies) that bloom near individuals who have had a major conflict with their loved ones. SCP-4958 is distinguished from normal Lycoris radiata in that it blooms only on inorganic matter, such as tiled floors. Each instance of SCP-4958 contains a folded piece of paper. The paper contains a short handwritten letter directed towards the individual, which is written in their native language. The handwriting matches that of a person whom the individual had a major dispute with. Should an instance be uprooted, but the conflict has not been resolved, another instance will bloom within a month with a different message. Excerpt of Log of Known SCP-4958 Occurrences Below are some of the earliest notes retrieved by the Foundation. The rest have been truncated for brevity. Subject: 6-year-old female Background: Subject was found in a public park after leaving a foster home due to bullying. Handwriting matched subject's former caretaker. Note: Juliana, I'm sorry for not hearing you out. Please come back, we miss you. Subject: 16-year-old female Background: Subject's parents divorced. Lives with father but chooses to minimize interaction with either parent. Handwriting matched subject's mother. Note: My little Lilian, I hope Jeremy is taking good care of you. I know he won't forgive me for running off, but know that momma loves you, okay? Subject: 18-year-old male Background: Subject was subject to abuse from parents and siblings. After the death of parents, subject refused to leave home or interact with his siblings. Handwriting matched subject's eldest brother. Note: Daniel, look. I won't try to mince words. We were assholes. I get it. Yell at me if you want, hit me, whatever. I don't care. Just don't shut me out, man. Speak to me. Subject: 87-year-old female Background: Subject was estranged from children following a dispute over her children's support of the LGBTQ community. Subject was found having been deceased for over two weeks, with the SCP-4958 instance looking noticeably withered. Handwriting matches subject's son. Note: Mom, we won't try to convince your mind over Trevor's choice. Please come over for Thanksgiving, it's been years since he last saw you. Subject: 64-year-old male Background: Subject was prone to drunken fits of rage, eventually culminating in his wife leaving. Subject was aware of SCP-4958, having collected an estimated twenty eight notes before the Foundation noticed. Despite having written to his wife various times, he never received a response. Both parties were administered amnestics. Note: I want to say I still love you, but I'm afraid you'll lash out again. Even I have limits on my patience, Herb. Subject: 20-year-old male Background: Subject diagnosed as suffering from social anxiety after dropping out of college due to financial issues. Handwriting matched subject's father. Note: Hey champ. I know mom and I weren't exactly too happy when we heard that you dropped out. But, well… if you ever need a warm place to stay, just come on over. Pops will fix you a hot meal. Subject: 25-year-old male Background: Subject was D-9588, who was kept in an isolated containment cell due to testing with an unrelated SCP. Diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder. Handwriting matched subject's deceased sister. Note: We'll get through this together, Ellis. Subject: 25-year-old male Background: Subject was D-9588. Subject had declined an interview regarding the contents of the previous SCP-4958 instance, although he admitted feeling nostalgic after reading the former message. Handwriting matched subject's deceased sister. Note: We forgive you. Come visit us one day. Subject: 25-year-old male Background: Subject was D-9588. Subject had declined an interview once more. Subject was initially distressed at reading the second instance of SCP-4958 but afterwards admitted he felt relieved. After reading the third instance, subject's mood greatly improved. Subject was later found deceased after disregarding orders when testing resumed. Handwriting matched subject's deceased sister. Note: Times may be tough, Ellis, but don't forget: you are loved. Even if the flower means abandonment and death, we won't leave you behind. Addendum 4958-1: Four months after the implementation of "Specialized Counselors and Psychiatrists," all Foundation personnel involved reported an instance of SCP-4958 growing on their desks. Currently, investigations are ongoing to determine if this constitutes a breach of secrecy. All instances had the same note, typed in Gothic font. Let me have my fun. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4958" by Naepic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4958. 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-4959 | euclid | The Temple of the Feathered Serpent Item #: SCP-4959 Special Containment Procedures: All tunnels leading towards SCP-4959's chamber have been sealed with reinforced gates. A large live animal is to be deposited down a constructed shaft into the chamber weekly. Description: SCP-4959 is an animate, decomposed pterosaur occupying a large stone chamber underneath the Temple of the Feathered Serpent in Teotihuacan, Mexico. Foundation paleontologists have determined that SCP-4959 is an abnormally large (~50 m wingspan) azhdarchid pterosaur, related to Quetzalcoatlus or possibly Hatzegopteryx. Approximately 70% of SCP-4959's flesh is missing, leaving its skeleton exposed and visible. The remainder of SCP-4959's flesh appears necrotic but shows no signs of decaying further. SCP-4959 is anomalously resistant to damage and decay. Samples taken show no abnormalities from expected composition except for high concentrations of iridium. SCP-4959's eye sockets are empty but luminesce with a bright green light. When agitated, SCP-4959 may also emit a multicolored corona of fire from its wings, skull, and neck. Extensions and wings of the main underground chamber contain several hundred animated bony humanoid and pterodactyloid constructs, designated SCP-4959-A. These constructs are composed mainly of bones attached to a central, ossified heart through unknown means, and are often adorned with strips of decayed fabric, feathers, or precious stones. SCP-4959 is carnivorous. As its great size prevents it from leaving its chamber, SCP-4959-A instances are nocturnally deployed through various hidden tunnels to hunt and provide SCP-4959 with live food, usually birds, lizards, or other small animals. SCP-4959-A instances bring their live prey in front of SCP-4959, which consumes them whole. SCP-4959 is also known to consume SCP-4959-A instances on occasion. The walls of SCP-4959's chamber exhibit severe burn damage, and all of the originally constructed tunnels leading to the surface were collapsed. New tunnels appear to have been crudely dug by SCP-4959-A instances. Study of murals and carvings within the chambers suggest the Temple of the Feathered Serpent was built atop it. Most murals are incomplete or damaged but depict several common themes: SCP-4959 was believed to be an avatar of the Feathered Serpent or another unknown deity. Human sacrifices were offered to SCP-4959 on important days. SCP-4959 possessed a "heart", depicted as a large gem ("red as blood and bright as the rising sun"), that was placed at the pinnacle of the temple. Supported by para-archaeological findings and historical tradition, Foundation historians suggest that an internal uprising occurred in the sixth century AD, stemming from conflict over SCP-4959's identity. The usurpers denounced SCP-4959 as a false god and attempted to kill it. When they suffered great losses failing this, they instead sealed SCP-4959 underground and wrested control of Teotihuacan. After this, SCP-4959 itself disappears from the historical record; while its gem is noted to be sought after for its alleged properties of longevity. |
SCP-4960 | euclid | ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page SCP-4960 Additional Documents The Abernathy Files A digital reconstruction of a relief plaque believed to depict SCP-4960. Item #: SCP-4960 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4960 is housed in a Class-A suite at Site-17. Due to a history of cooperation with the Foundation, SCP-4960 has been granted Level 2 Privileges, although contact with non-cleared personnel is forbidden. In order to maintain the efficacy of Procedure 166-Anahita, the Foundation has commissioned several artists (including an animation studio) to produce graven images1 for Procedure 166-Anahita. As the continued efficacy of Procedure 166-Anahita requires a constant influx of new graven images, a special account has been established to fund these works through several sockpuppet accounts on multiple popular e-commerce and art gallery websites. This account is refreshed every two weeks by the fiscal calendar. Contact ████ █████████ in the Financial Services department if additional funds become necessary. Description: SCP-4960 is a physical manifestation of Kedesh-Nanaya, a Bronze Age sex and fertility goddess of beauty, carnal pleasure, and erotic femininity. SCP-4960 manifests as a buxom woman of average height and curvaceous build, with ample breasts, firm buttocks, and shapely legs. Her skin tone is coppery and without blemish, save for a small beauty mark on her upper lip. Her sleek, black hair falls to below her hips, and shimmers blue-black like a raven's wing. SCP-4960 generally prefers to go nude in her chambers, although she is fond of wearing finely wrought gold jewelry and diaphanous robes cut to emphasize her voluptuous figure.2 SCP-4960 gains sustenance from the act of worship described in Document 166-Anahita (designated Procedure 166-Anahita). The number of daily acts of worship required to maintain SCP-4960's current level of wakefulness varies based on the devotion of the worshipper and quality of the act of worship. Should the number of daily acts of worship fall under a critical threshold for a prolonged period of time, SCP-4960 will fall into a torpor state until the completion of a sufficient number of acts of worship. As SCP-4960 has provided (and continues to provide) vital insights into ancient Bronze Age cultures, languages, and occult practices that have proven vital to the operation of the Foundation, her continued wakefulness is considered important to Foundation operations. All reasonable efforts are to be made to provide her with the sustenance she requires, up to and including the performance of Procedure 166-Anahita by Foundation personnel. Addendum 1 - Circumstances of Retrieval: Site SC-93 was initially discovered in 1917 during the Hijazi uprising against the Turkish occupation in what is now modern-day Syria. Following the end of World War I and the subsequent establishment of French control over the region in 1920, an expedition was funded by the English philanthropist Lord J. P. Marshall to explore the dig site and catalog the artifacts contained within. British archaeologist F. William Abernathy was chosen as the expedition leader. Chamber SC-9-F was discovered in September of 1921, after a local man hired as water-carrier stumbled upon a stone step leading downwards towards a hidden chamber, concealed under debris and rock chips. Excavation of the staircase revealed a doorway leading to a downwards-sloping corridor that had been blocked with soil, sandstone fragments, and other debris. Excavation of this corridor revealed a second door leading to Chamber SC-9-F. SCP-4960 was discovered in Chamber SC-9-F in a torpor state, surrounded by graven images and other artifacts. The majority of the artifacts found within SCP-4960's shrine were recovered, catalogued, and transferred to secure custody for assessment and translation, although some were lost due to an attack by outside forces.4 Of these artifacts, the item designated Document-166 Anahita proved vital in understanding SCP-4960's sustenance requirements, resulting in the codification of Procedure 166-Anahita. SCP-4960 was first awakened on ██-██-████, following the accidental performance of an act of worship as described in Procedure 166-Anahita. Initial communications proved difficult to establish, requiring the aid of several experts in Bronze Age Levantine languages to establish a shared linguistic affinity. As of ██-██-████, SCP-4960 is fluent in several languages, including modern Greek, Egyptian, Arabic, and Esperanto. Addendum 2 - Document 166-Anahita: Document 166-Anahita is an erotic balbale5 written at some point during the 3rd millenium BC. Originally found inscribed on clay tablets in ancient Sumerian cuneiform, the document describes an act of worship called "Awakening the Goddess," which was the primary act of worship among devotees of Kedesh-Nanaya. A translation of this document is reproduced below. O, Kedesh-Nanaya, worthy daughter of An6, unsurpassed in ladyship, from whose lips flow forth honey and wine: Worthy are you to be worshipped, you who rest your thighs upon a throne of amber.7 Worthy are you to be worshipped, you who clad yourself in twilight and mist. Worthy are you to be worshipped, you who decorate yourself in ornaments of gold. Worthy are you to be worshipped, you whose lips separate like rose petals. Let me come into your presence to worship your womanly thighs. Let me come into your presence to seek comfort between your breasts. Let me come into your presence to drink sweet wine from your navel. Let me come into your presence to press my lips against your feet. I kneel before your image, and my eyes see your nakedness. I kneel before your image, and your breasts make my belly awaken. I kneel before your image, and your hips are particularly pleasing. I kneel before your image, and your thighs enflame my lusts. O, Kedesh-Nanaya, worthy daughter of An, unsurpassed in ladyship, from whose lips flow forth honey and wine: You come to me with bread and wine in the hours before dawn, You come to me as the world sleeps, though I lie awake. You come to me with milk and honey as I beseech you to draw near. You come to me, and your patient smile calms my sorrowing heart. As the digger digs his trenches, let me dig your canals. As the farmer ploughs his furrows, let me plough your fields. As the water wets the earth, let me wet your furrows. As beloved dine on milk and wine, let us sup together in your name. I kneel before your image, and my hand becomes your womanhood.8 I kneel before your image, and your warmth consumes my warmth. I kneel before your image, and you coax me to come forth. I will never grace a wife or lover: my milk9 is yours alone. O, Kedesh-Nanaya, worthy daughter of An, unsurpassed in ladyship, from whose lips flow forth honey and wine: You who grasp in your hand the naked sword and the tapered axe.10 You who grasp in your hands the snake and the lotus.11 You who shine brightly as the lovely morning star.12 Come to me, unworthy as I am, and let your lips meet mine. Addendum 3 - Authorization of Expansion of Procedure 166-Anahita, Dated ██-██-████: Due to the lack of personnel available to perform Procedure 166-Anahita and the loss of efficacy of previous methods of recruiting worshippers, the following course of action has been approved by the Overseer Council: The creation of new images of SCP-4960. Distribution of these images through electronic means, focusing on internet art galleries and anonymous imageboards. Additional Note: The above-mentioned actions have resulted in a significant number of anonymous acts of worship as described in Procedure 166-Anahita. Although insufficient to maintain full wakefulness, the establishment of this course of action has reduced the burden on Foundation personnel by nearly 15%. Addendum 4 - Further Developments in Procedure 166-Anahita, Dated ██-██-████: Graven images of SCP-4960 have proven unusually popular in the internet art galleries and anonymous imageboards mentioned in Addendum 3. In addition, several non-Foundation associated artists have created their own personal graven images of SCP-4960, which has resulted in a marked increase in SCP-4960's wakefulness. With SCP-4960's cooperation, the Foundation has authorized the creation of a work of interactive fiction to increase awareness of SCP-4960's graven images. Additional Note: Thanks to the above-mentioned actions, compulsory participation by Foundation personnel in Procedure 166-Anahita has been reduced by 75%. Addendum 5 - Continued Expansion of Procedure 166-Anahita, Dated ██-██-████: The Foundation front account established in Addendum 3 was approached by an animation firm located in ████████████, ██████, which expressed interest in the creation of a series of animated films inspired by SCP-4960. After consulting with SCP-4960, it was decided that the Foundation would pursue a partnership with said animation firm, provided that the security of the Foundation's front corporations could be maintained. Additional Note: The above-mentioned actions have resulted in a drastic number of anonymous acts of worship as described in Procedure 166-Anahita, to a level sufficient to maintain the full wakefulness of SCP-4960. Compulsory participation by Foundation personnel in Procedure 166-Anahita is no longer required. Addendum 6 - Note Regarding Demographics of Participants in Procedure 166-Anahita: A brief anonymous survey carried out on █████████████.com from ██-██-████ to ██-██-████ indicates the following: The majority of participants in Procedure 166-Anahita are unmarried heterosexual males between the ages of 14 and 40. A significant minority of participants are homosexual females. Most of this minority utilize Document 4960-Beta (OVA 2 - The Goddess and the Princess Locked in Lust!) for their act of worship. The majority of participants in Procedure 166-Anahita report an initial surge in worship averaging one performance of Procedure 166-Anahita daily, tapering off after an average of seven days until their interest shifts. Participation on Procedure 166-Anahita experiences a significant upsurge after the release of graven images featuring SCP-4960. However, due to the financial and scheduling difficulties experienced by the animation studio that produces said works, release of new animated episodes is limited to one or two annually. A small but significant number of worshippers maintain a devoted dedication to SCP-4960, and participate in the creation of their own graven images and prose works exalting SCP-4960. SCP-4960 has established interest in making personal contact with several of these worshippers with the aim of creating a new priesthood dedicated to her service. At the moment, this request is denied. Addendum 7 - Request Regarding Revision of Special Containment Procedures: From: ████████████ █████, Hazardous Materials, Containment, and Logistics To: Maria Jones, Records and Information Security Administration Re: Revision of Special Containment Procedures of SCP-4960 Maria, For the love of Bob, could someone please, PLEASE revise the fucking Special Containment Procedures for this one? I know that the whole "horny middle-aged author" tone was used back in the day when the Foundation had to recruit internally to feed the Goddess, but given that she feeds mostly off of teenagers jerking off to her on the Internet nowadays, do we REALLY need to have that sort of smut fucking up our PROFESSIONAL DATABASE? Sincerely, ███ From: Maria Jones, Records and Information Security Administration To: ████████████ █████, Hazardous Materials, Containment, and Logistics Re: Revision of Special Containment Procedures of SCP-4960 ███, Believe me, I've asked O5 about this… oh… about once every two months or so for the last few years. Official word is that the Overseers want to maintain a small cadre of "in-house worshippers" should her popularity wane to the point where the internet no longer provides enough worshippers to keep her fed and awake. If it bugs you enough, let me forward you a database extension that will redact the more objectionable parts of the Containment Procedures for you, so you can at least do your work without getting distracted. Maria From: ████████████ █████, Hazardous Materials, Containment, and Logistics To: Maria Jones, Records and Information Security Administration Re: Revision of Special Containment Procedures of SCP-4960 It won't help. I'll know it's still there. Thanks for trying. Section 1: SC-9 Excavation Record Site SC-9 is a ziggurat located in modern-day Syria, ██ km ████ of ██████████13 Upon discovery in 1917, the structure was in an extreme state of disrepair, resulting in the discovery of a second, hidden temple located within its foundation (Chamber SC-9-F). Archaeological evidence indicates that the successor temple was constructed atop the foundations of a previous temple which had fallen into disrepair, and that Chamber SC-9-F was hastily repurposed to house and conceal SCP-4960 for an unknown reason. The chamber itself is 1.75 meters tall, 6.52 meters long, and 4.92 meters wide, roughly oriented with the corners facing in the four cardinal directions. The northwestern and southeastern walls are decorated with paintings depicting scenes from mythology and daily life. The northeastern wall (opposite the entrance) is decorated with a five-panel bas-relief inset with lapis lazuli (Items 158-Anahita through 165-Anahita). A false wall originally concealed most of the chamber from view: this wall was damaged during the excavation, resulting in the discovery of the main chamber. Section 2: Partial Inventory of contents of Chamber SC-9-F Items 001 through 051: Several clay pots, originally containing oils, wine, or water. Item 052: A bed, constructed of cedarwood and reed-fiber rope, gilded with gold and copper.14 Item 053: The remains of a mattress, made of woven straw, originally located atop Item 052.15 Items 054 and 055: Two dessicated human corpses, originally found laying on either side of Item 052 in a reclining position, with hands clasped over their chests. DNA and anatomical analysis indicates that both bodies were females in their early to late teens - possibly priestesses interred with SCP-4960. Items 056 and 057: Two golden cups, one depicting a man wrestling a bull, the other depicting workers harvesting grain. Originally found next to Items 54 and 55. Trace amounts of mercury detected within both. Item 058: A headdress constructed out of gold and silver, in the shape of a crescent moon, originally found worn by SCP-4960 Item 059: A decorative veil constructed out of gold chain and leaf. Originally found attached to Item 58. Item 067: A wooden case, containing several reed styli and a small bronze knife. Items 094 through 126: A series of boxes of clay tablets covered in cuneiform inscribings. Translation of the contents indicate that the majority of these are a record of the financial dealings of the temple's priesthood, particularly a record of offerings and expenses. Item 127: A bow, constructed of a composite of hardwood, horn, and sinew. The bowstring (believed to be made of plant fiber) has since disintegrated. Item 158: A bas-relief, originally located on the northeastern wall of Chamber SC-9-F at far left. Depicts SCP-4960, open-mouthed and kneeling before an tumescent male (standing). Item 159: A bas-relief, originally located on the northeastern wall of Chamber SC-9-F second from left. Depicts SCP-4960 in the act of embracing a male figure. Item 160: A bas-relief originally located on the northeastern wall of Chamber SC-9-F third from left. Depicts SCP-4960 facing the viewer while standing atop a lion, holding a snake and a lotus in her hands. Item 161: A bas-relief, inset with lapis lazuli, originally located on the northeastern wall of Chamber SC-9-F fourth from left. Depicts SCP-4960 being embraced from behind by a male figure while in a standing position. Item 162: A bas-relief, inset with lapis lazuli, originally located on the northeastern wall of Chamber SC-9-F fifth from left. Depicts SCP-4960 squatting atop a male figure (reclining). Item 166: A series of clay tablets covered in cuneiform inscribings. Contains Document 166-Anahita. Item 208: A stone bas-relief of a hirsute man of Egyptian heritage, depicted in conversation with SCP-4960. Item 209: A clay statue depicting a male figure with exaggerated hands, grasping a staff with a rounded jewel on the end. Item 349: A clay tablet covered in cuneiform inscribings, protective charms, and incantations. Translates to, "Cursed be you among men, you who sold your clan into slavery and devoured the flesh of your family and received your just reward!" Item 400: A decorated chest made of cedarwood, depicting children at play on the lid. Contains a set of dolls with miniature furniture. Item 557: A pair of staves or scepters, made of gilded cedarwood inset with stones, one in the shape of a hooded serpent, the other in the shape of a lotus flower. Item 668: A gold dagger and accompanying scabbard, 33 cm in length. The handle is constructed of lapis lazuli, and decorated with a lotus-flower design on the hilt and pommel. The scabbard is decorated with geometric patterns. Item 713: A finely carved alabaster vase containing traces of fragrant oils. One side depicts a great beast in the act of devouring an unknown man. The other side depicts SCP-4960 consulting with a warrior in full panoply. Item 865: A quiver, depicting SCP-4960 hunting foxes from a chariot. Originally contained eighteen reed arrows with bronze heads: these have since been lost. Item 963: A cedarwood box, inscribed with protective charms and incantations.16 Section 2: Gallery of Graven Images Featuring SCP-4960 + Click here to open Gallery (adult content warning) - Click Here to Close Gallery. Excerpts from the Diary of F. William Abernathy F. William Abernathy's initial sketch of the SC-9 Site. Friday, September 2, 1921 Left Aleppo for ████████. Saturday, September 3, 1921 Arrived at ████████. Assigned Carter to purchase supplies and donkeys for expedition. Went on to visit Eberstrom, living in his small house by the river. Had a most excellent dinner with him and spent the night. Tuesday, September 6, 1921 Returned to ████████ by boat. Spoke to Carter re: plans for excavation. Compensated local merchant re: insult to fruit stand. Friday, September 9, 1921 Commenced operations. Began with survey of Site SC-9. Ziggurat foundation measures 40 x 20 meters, oriented with the four corners facing in the cardinal directions. Initial survey indicates that this temple was dedicated to Nergal and Ereshkigal - principal shrine is missing, but presumed to have been located atop the uppermost platform. Excavation continues at a satisfying pace, with the exception of several hours spent coralling escaped goats. Saturday, September 10, 1921 At about 12 pm, discovered that B. had gone missing at midday rest. A quick search found him at the southwest portion of the ziggurat in an area originally designated as a midden. Admonished B. for leaving the camp, but was told that B. had stumbled upon a stone step conceled[sic] by dust and debris. A short time sufficed to show that this was the beginning of a staircase cut into the bedrock. Redirected excavation efforts to this location. F. William Abernathy's initial sketch of the tunnel leading to Chamber SC-9-F. Monday, September 12, 1921 Excavation of staircase down to thirteenth step compltd[sic], revealing the upper portion of a doorway. An electric torch thrust into a hole made in the upper lintel reveals a short, downward sloping hallway largely filled with soil and debris, leading to a second doorway, also sealed. Tuesday, September 27, 1921 Ld. M. arrived to oversee operations. Excavation has proceeded as far as first staircase: fifteen steps. Now that entire doorway is visible, signs of apparent violence to hinges evident. Consulted with Eberstrom regarding integrity of structure: carpenters now at work constructing supports for doorway and subsequent corridor. Wednesday, September 28, 1921 Opened first doorway. Commenced excavation of debris and rubble from hallway. Friday, September 30, 1921 Paid salaries. All accounted for except B., who I was told had left the expedition to return home to his mother, who has taken ill. Saturday, October 1, 1921 B. has returned from visiting his mother, and was remonstrated for leaving the expedition without first informing me. The excavation continues at a satisfactory pace. Tuesday, October 11, 1921 Have cleared enough of the descending passage that a crawling man could reach the second doorway. A candle, held to a breach made in the upper lintel, reveals a chamber within: apparently a storage chamber for pots (possibly wine or water). With the hopes of the more mercenary members of the exhibition (who hoped for gold and treasures) dashed, it has been decided that the excavation's focus will return to the ziggurat itself, while a smaller team (led by myself) will continue cataloging the contents of this chamber. F. William Abernathy's initial sketch of Chamber SC-9-F. Thursday, October 13, 1921 I find myself at a loss to describe the events of the past twenty-four hours, but I will make an effort to do so. There were five of us present at the opening of the second door: Myself, Eberstrom, Carter, and two Arab laborers. The application of an iron bar and a hammer sufficed to force open the chamber, after which a lit candle was held up to the rapidly escaping air as a tell-tale for foul gasses. Having satisfied ourselves as to the safety of the air within the chamber, we entered the room and discovered, as expected, a small storeroom for the storage of wine and oil in clay pots. We had begun cataloging the contents within when a clumsy misstep from Carter caused him to stumble against the wall, causing the pots to collapse. In so doing, he revealed that the back wall of the chamber was false, concealing a secondary chamber from view. Immediately, our eyes were dazzled by the gleam of gold and precious jewels. However, as our eyes adjusted to the light, we soon perceived three human figures laying in repose in the center of the chamber. Two of them were dessicated cadavers, laying with their hands clasped across their chest, dressed in ornate priestly garb. The third, however, caused all of us to be taken aback: a woman, seemingly asleep, laying atop a gilded bed. I am unashamed to admit that I was struck dumb for quite some time at this unexpected development. It was Eberstrom who first percieved the woman's state of undress, and quickly acted to cover her with his Arab-style robe. This seemed to stir the rest of us to action. When calling out, the slapping of wrists, and application of water proved to no avail, we concluded that she must have perished. How, then, could one explain her perfect state of preservation? In our haste, we failed to percieve that one of the two Arabs had become more distressed. Soon, he took up the iron bar which he had used to break open the door of the chamber and lunged towards us, screaming in Arabic that the woman was the Whore of Babylon herself and must be slain. His companion stepped in front of him in an attempt to stop his mad rampage and had his brains dashed out for his troubles. Only Eberstrom's quick actions saved us all from being killed, as he fired his revolver, slaying the madman. Realizing that the commotion would soon draw the attention of the camp, we conspired to keep the contents of this chamber secret. The bodies of the two workers were hastily covered in rubble, then the supports at the outer door were knocked out with a hammer, causing a portion of the corridor to collapse. We told the other members of the expedition that an accident had caused the deaths of the two laborers, and that what had sounded like gunshots were, in fact, the wooden supports giving way. This explanation sufficed to allay the suspicions of most of the expedition members, who heaped blame upon the carpenters for their shoddy work. Eberstrom, Carter, and I held a meeting in my tent with Ld. Marshall after the workers had gone to sleep. It has been decided that, as the Arabs' intellects have proven susceptible to irrational violence by the contents of the chambers, only British staff will be allowed to continue the excavation of the hidden chamber, beginning with the rebuilding of the wooden supports. Two men shall be placed at the entrance of the chamber to guard against interlopers. All staff participating in the excavation will be sworn to secrecy, upon fear of being torn apart by berserk Mohammedans should they discover what lies within the hidden chamber. Friday, October 14, 1921 At approximately 2 am last night, I was awakened from a most agreeable slumber by a scream. Leaping from my cot, I took up my glasses and a lantern and ran towards the source of the noise, whereupon I discovered one of the Arab workers in a state of panic, screaming and pointing towards the door of the hidden chamber. It soon transpired that this man had concluded that a great treasure must be hidden within that was being kept from the other workers by the British. Having distracted the guards' attention by sharing a quantity of hashish with them, he had made his way into the hidden chamber, where he discovered the contents therein. Upon seeing the woman laying upon the bed, the rascal performed an uncouth and vile act in her presence, upon which he claimed that the corpse's eyes had opened. At first, we believed this a hysteric reaction to his guilt over performing such a dispicable deed, only to be interrupted by cries of alarm from the other onlookers. Turning towards the doorway to the hidden temple, we saw the woman slowly walking towards us, naked as a babe. She spoke several words in an unknown language, then collapsed into my arms, upon which I percieved that she had fallen into a comatose state. This event caused no small amount of commotion among the native workers, but some quick thinking by Carter convinced them that the stranger was my sister, who had arrived in the camp late last night, but was prone to acts of madness and sudden fits of catatonia due to a childhood ailment. The workers were then sent to bed as Eberstrom and Carter assisted me in transporting her to my tent, upon which we placed her in an extra cot to rest. Since that time, the woman has remained comatose, despite all attempts to awaken her. Monday, October 17, 1921 Eberstrom came to me this afternoon and told me that he believes he has solved the mystery of the comatose woman. He brought with him a rubbing of one of the cuneiform tablets found within the hidden chamber, which has proven to be an erotic poem written in the classic style. Of particular interest to him was the title of the poem itself: "Awakening the Goddess." Eberstrom postulates that the one currently slumbering in my extra cot is, in fact, a manifestation of the goddess "Kedesh-Nanaya" described in the poem, citing her striking similarity to the graven images found within the hidden chamber. As further evidence, Eberstrom noted that her prior awakening took place shortly after the grotesque act performed by the native laborer, drawing a connection between them. Further discussion led us to decide on the following course of action: Myself, Carter, and Eberstrom would draw straws. The chosen man would recreate the unsavory act described in the poem, following which we would observe the stranger for any changes in behavior or wakefulness. Should no change in state be detected, we would cease and desist any further research along these lines. Carter was then called to my tent and brought up to speed on this plan. We then proceeded to draw lots, upon which I drew the marked chit. Carter and Eberstrom excused themselves from my tent to give me some privacy, and I proceeded to engage in our chosen course of action. This proved more difficult than anticipated, as childhood punishments against this very act kept coming to mind, but eventually I prevailed. Almost immediately, I perceived that her lips had parted slightly, and her eyes were fluttering open. She then turned towards me, stood from her cot, and spoke several words in an unknown language. I attempted to repeat several of the words back to her, which seemed to cause her some confusion as she looked around at my tent, contemplating its contents. I quickly called Carter and Eberstrom back into my tent, but she remained wakeful only a few minutes longer before once again falling into slumber. It has been decided that we will repeat this experiment the following night, and that the duty of "Awakening the Goddess" will fall to a different individual each night. It is hoped that, in so doing, we shall solve the mystery of this stranger, and perhaps the secret of the hidden burial chamber. Monday, October 31, 1921 Paid salaries. All accounted for except B., who once again was not present. Ld. Marshall and I have decided that, should he return, he will not be hired on again, due to his constant tardiness and absences. The nightly experiments continue, and have resulted in the following discoveries: The woman (hereafter referred to as K-N) does indeed claim to be named Kedesh-Nanaya. The unknown language that she speaks appears to be derived from ancient Akkadian. I have cabled Aleppo asking if an expert on ancient Akkadian can be dispatched to our location for consultation. K-N appears to understand the ancient Sumerian written language. Multiple acts of worship appear to extend the duration of her nightly period of wakefulness. Aside from this, the excavation and cataloging of artifacts found within the temple and hidden chambers proceed satisfactorily. Wednesday, November 2, 1921 I am writing this entry from the steamship Oberon, en route to London. The expedition has failed, and most of its members are now dead. Only I, Carter, Eberstrom, and Marshall survive to tell the tale. I had left my tent to give Eberstrom some privacy while he carried out the act of worship when I heard cries of alarm coming from the laborers' tents. Walking to the top of a nearby dune, I was shocked to find a large number of men on horseback riding through the tents, cutting down the laborers with curved swords and rifles. I do not know how long I stood there in shock, watching the massacre take place, when a cry of warning prompted me to drop to the ground, barely avoiding the sword swung at my head. I rolled onto my back and saw a man astride a black stallion wheeling around for another attack. Once again, it was the quick thinking of Eberstrom that saved my life, as he fired his revolver and struck the man in the chest, hurling him from his horse. A quick search of his body revealed his identity as that of B., the water-carrier who had originally discovered the hidden chamber, and whose constant absences had caused us much grief. I do not know what prompted him to this act of violence. Had it been greed or disaffection from seeing such rich treasures nearby, and not being able to share in the wealth? Or had he fallen prey to the same madness as the laborer who had nearly killed me several weeks before? Perhaps there was a more sinister motive to his murderous actions; either way, we could not remain here, lest we meet the same fate as our laborers. A rushed consultation with my partners resulted in the following course of action: Eberstrom and I would accompany K-N back to England, transporting her within a crate originally intended for the transport of the artifacts we had discovered. Meanwhile, Carter and Ld. Marshall would take the remaining crates of artifacts and travel back to England by another route. We would make contact with each other upon returning to London, upon which we would continue our research into this mystery from a position of safety. I still remember the horrid stench of burning flesh and the screams of our unfortunate laborers as Eberstrom and I drove away into the night, the goddess slumbering in the back of our automobile. The last thing I saw before the sands and the winds hid the excavation site from view was a cloud of smoke and dust rising from the ziggurat: the wretches had dynamited the temple. All of the artifacts that were yet undiscovered there, all the priceless knowledge of the ancients, gone at the hands of a gang of violent thugs.17 Text of a letter written by F. William Abernathy to S. Eberstrom, dated ██-██-████ My dearest Sam, I pray that this letter finds you happy and well. I myself am quite content these days, as Lord T. is a gracious and generous host. It was he who came up with the idea to commission artists to paint portraits of K-N and have those portraits distributed to vendors near army bases, docks, and boarding schools: the resulting influx of energy has resulted in K-N no longer needing our personal efforts to keep her sustained. Our little Society has grown greatly since its founding: what began as a small group of archaeologists, historians, and linguists has now grown to a thriving fellowship of great minds from all around the world. I told you once that I believed the most important thing we could learn from K-N was the true nature of the ancient Sumerian spoken language: how naive that statement seems now! There are things that a goddess can teach us that go far beyond mere language: her wisdom and knowledge has given us a greater understanding of secrets that we once thought the province of God alone. If only the world could know of the amazing archeological finds of Dr. C., or by the discovery of a genuine dragon by G.'s South American Expedition: alas, recent events in Siberia have proven that we were wise to begin this exercise in utter secrecy. If there is one dark cloud in this bright sky of ours, it is the news that our old companions Carter and Marshall have sold their share of the treasures entrusted to them and used the funds to start an auction-house and gentleman's club — may their piss burn like fire, and their bowels flow like water! Our buyers have been dispatched to recover as many of these lost artifacts as possible. So far, we have been successful in recovering several of them, though many others remain in the hands of private collectors. I am not, however, writing solely to relay idle gossip. As you may have heard, Father M. has made an attempt to convert K-N to Christianity. At this, he has been somewhat less than successful. However, it was during a lesson on the Book of Genesis that K-N first stated that its depiction of geography was erroneous, upon which it transpired that she had, in fact, visited the very same places described in the Bible. Many years ago, you saved my life twice in the deserts of Syria. I am asking you to come with me again on one more adventure: the greatest adventure that two men could ever embark on. I know that our lives have taken us in very different paths since we parted ways in Manchester, but tell me this: can any man who risked life and limb to rescue a heathen goddess not feel the desire to do the same to discover the Garden of Eden itself? I eagerly await your answer, and hope to see you again soon. Yours Truly, Fritz Manifesto of F. William Abernathy, dated 8-30-1939 I write this as the world stands on the brink of another war: a war that promises to be far darker and crueler than any that the world has known before. Short-sighted men wield powers they neither comprehend nor fully control. All that I love is in danger of falling into the abyss of a dark age more wretched than any in human history. I have contemplated over the past few decades the lessons I have learned from Our Ancient Lady. If it were merely the knowledge of languages and cultures long-thought lost, our discovery of her hidden temple would have been the single greatest discovery of our entire human history. But when one also contemplates the knowledge we have gained in things outside mere human comprehension — our greater understanding of the vast and wonderful nature of this strange universe — the thought of losing all of that knowledge to the petty short-sightedness of man cannot be borne. A simple study of human history reveals two harsh, yet simple facts: First, that mankind in its present state has existed for over a quarter of a million years, yet only the past few millenia have seen any real progress. Before then, we huddled in wretched caves and around sputtering fires, cowering in terror at the dark. Faced with the mysteries around us, we called the things in the night 'gods' and 'demons,' and we begged them to spare us and prayed for salvation. But salvation never came, for the things in the night proved indifferent, and often times openly scornful, of our suffering. Secondly: that, when faced with new knowledge, mankind will rebel against it. Every scientific, socioeconomic, political and philosophical advancement is opposed by those who wish to continue living in barbarism. One only look at the examples of Galileo, Socrates, Darwin, and Martin Luther to understand that mankind as a whole is rarely ready when new knowledge is gained. The current state of the world, where men who believe themselves men of wisdom stand on the verge of triggering an orgy of unprecedented death and suffering, illustrates this principle perfectly. Therefore, I and my companions in the Society have come to a simple conclusion: Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. There are no gods or spirits that can protect us. We must stand for ourselves. In a world filled with the absurd and impossible, we must find a way to explain the unexplained, control the uncontrollable, and protect the world we love from the things they do not comprehend, for if we do not, mankind risks falling into the darkest of Dark Ages since the fall of Rome. When I came into the presence of the Guardian At The Gate, it spoke to me a single word: "Prepare." I have long considered the meaning of that command, and I am now ready to begin my preparations for the great work before me. While the rest of mankind dwells in light, I and my companions will stand in the darkness to fight it, imprison it, and shield it from the eyes of the public. We do this not for any king, or country, or religion or creed. We do this for all mankind, so that others may live in a sane and normal world. F. William Abernathy, President and Founder, Secret Society for Cultural Preservation. 30 August, 1939 Testimony of F. William Abernathy, dated ██-██-2007 I have been giving some thought lately to the origins of our organization. Some would say that we began with the publishing of the Secure Containment Manifesto in 1939. Others would claim that our organization began when I first approached the Gate Guardian and received its command to prepare for the challenges to come. Still others mark the beginning of our organization as far back as the 19th Century or even further, depending on which Victorian occult society one wishes to consider the originator of our Foundation. In my mind, however, the moment that the Foundation truly began was 1921, as a nervous, frightened young archaeologist, raised on Victorian notions of sexuality, knelt before the incarnation of divine, sacred sexuality in the flesh and carried out his first act of worship before her. It seems ridiculous when I say it out loud: a global power, one of the most powerful occult organizations in the world, all beginning with a young man struggling to masturbate in the Syrian desert? The very idea is laughable. And yet, as an old man, facing the end of my (admittedly prolonged) life, I believe that this was the moment that our Foundation truly began. Or, perhaps more accurately: her Foundation. The ancient Mesopotamians viewed their monarchy as a mandate handed down directly from the gods. The king was the vessel through which the gods spoke to humanity. With that being the case, would not the consort of a goddess themselves also be considered to have divine mandate? Could the rapid rise of our Foundation be due to our status as the beloved of Kedesh-Nanaya? What of the circumstances at the time when she chose to conceal herself in the hidden chamber? History shows that the cult of Nanaya became absorbed into the cult of Inanna around the time period that the goddess secreted herself away. Is it possible that this was her plan all along? To slumber the millenia away until such time as her adversaries became dead and forgotten, to rise again long after their deaths? Was it mere coincidence that placed the secret to her reawakening in the same chamber in which she slumbered? Once, many years ago, I compared the unknown and strange things of the world to the gods and devils of legend. If that is the case, then our Foundation can be a god in itself, for we bind, imprison, and control that which ancient Man would have called gods. And at the heart of our organization, the secret seat of power responsible for our rise to prominence, is a goddess who waited for thousands of years in silent slumber for the opportunity to take back her place at the head of a new pantheon. If this were true, I would not know whether to laugh, cry, or shiver in terror at the thought. F. William Abernathy, Administrator, SCP Foundation. Footnotes 1. Used here to refer to images used in the act of worship, regardless of artistic medium. 2. This section is currently under review by RAISA for possible revision. 3. The official designation for the temple in which SCP-4960 was discovered. 4. A catalogue of recovered artifacts and other paraphernelia surrounding the recovery of SCP-4960 can be found in the attached supplement. 5. A Sumerian form of poetry characterized by repetition. 6. Anu, the divine personification of the sky in the ancient Mesopotamian religion. 7. As is common for the time period, the poet appears to be using other bodily parts such as the feet, waist, thighs, and navel as a euphemism for genitalia. 8. This segment was instrumental in the establishment of Procedure 166-Anahita. 9. An obvious reference to semen. 10. Believed to be a reference to Nergal, an ancient Mesopotamian solar deity. 11. Phallic and yonic imagery. 12. The planet Venus. 13. Location redacted for security purposes. 14. SCP-4960 was originally discovered laying on this bed. 15. Unusually, considering the quality of the bed itself, the mattress appears to have been constructed of lesser-quality materials, indicating that it was borrowed or repurposed from a significantly less affluent person than the owner of the original bed. 16. According to the notes of F. William Abernathy, the box originally contained a large polished ruby, which was subsequently stolen by a member of the archaeological team. 17. Evidence suggests that the attackers were acting under the orders of King Faisal I to destroy the remaining artifacts at SC-9. The motivation for this action is currently unknown. |
SCP-4961 | neutralized | SCP-4961: All Dogs Go To Heaven Author: ItsDenali, and thanks to Chritin (Who's wikidot account has been tragically deactivated??) for their helpful insight and critique, as well as Ayers for helping me overcome hurdles of image license compatibility. Image Credit: See comments page below. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 1/4961 LEVEL 1/4961 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4961 Neutralized Site-114 shortly after acquisition. Special Containment Procedures: As of 1/10/2019, SCP-4961 has been declared Neutralized, and all previous Containment Procedures have been rescinded; remaining procedures consist of maintaining legal and financial ownership of Provisional Site-114 and continuation of standard Foundation secrecy protocols. Personnel initially assigned to Site-114 are to be reassigned as well; at least two personnel are to remain on-site as groundskeepers for upkeep and maintenance from now on. + Display Rescinded Containment Procedures - Collapse Rescinded Containment Procedures: Site-114 is to be maintained at the location of SCP-4961 and staffed by at least two agents at least well-versed in veterinary practices and first aid for canines. A 2.5-meter chain-link fence is to be installed around the limits of the property and inspected bimonthly for damage or deterioration. A maximum of ten additional staff are allowed to temporarily remain at Site-114 as a means of vacation if approved by the director of SCP-4961 affairs Dr. Caballero, and an approved supervisor from said staff’s original assignment. During such stays, personnel may be accompanied by approved canines; these stays may not exceed two weeks’ time unless otherwise noted. Additional rooms and utilities are to be installed at the Site to accommodate visiting agents. Legal and financial ownership of the property on which Site-114 exists is to be maintained, and standard Foundation secrecy protocols shall remain in effect. SCP-4961-1 is to be kept well-fed and in good health at all times. Personnel are encouraged to interact with SCP-4961-1 regularly, and SCP-4961-1 is to be housed within a specialized room alongside on-site personnel quarters and remain free to come and go from said quarters as it wills. Abnormalities in SCP-4961-1’s health or behavior are to be noted and reported to Dr. Caballero at once should they occur. Description: SCP-4961 was a phenomenon affecting an unaddressed property located southwest of Noxon, Montana, through which any domesticated or tamed canines present on the property would undergo anomalous physical enhancement while within the area of effect, designated Site-114. These enhancements exclusively affected present domesticated or tamed canines, which would experience a variety of summarily positive effects while under SCP-4961’s effect; these enhancements were observed to occur in such ways so as to counteract any existing ailments the subject may have already possessed, or otherwise enhance net physical output to compensate in the case of ailments such as missing or deformed limbs. Canines exposed to SCP-4961 were also observed to exhibit little to no aggressive behavior while on-site. SCP-4961 functioned strictly within the legal borders of Site-114's property, being a rough rectangle encompassing approximately 120 acres of land as well as having extended an undetermined distance vertically. Upon leaving these boundaries, SCP-4961 would, for the most part, cease to affect subjects. (See Addendum 4961.1) SCP-4961-1 was a male mutt believed to be a Golden Labrador mix that resided within Site-114. SCP-4961-1 exhibited no anomalous effects beyond a complete inability to leave or be removed from the property. All attempts to physically relocate SCP-4961-1 beyond Site-114's legal boundaries invariably failed, being attributed to a variety of phenomenon ranging from sudden malfunctioning of present equipment to the manifestation of a seemingly ethereal border over which SCP-4961-1 was unable be moved. SCP-4961-1 exhibited no hostile behavior whatsoever, and was noted to attract other members of its species for socialization at an unusually high rate. Notably, a grave marked by a headstone covered with undeciphered script lies in the garden area of Site-114. Scans indicate one female has been buried at the site. Exhumation of the corpse for study has been deemed unnecessary. Discovery: On 6/15/2010, a Foundation analyst purchased the property in question with the intent of restructuring the present residence as a retirement home. During construction, the agent's pet dog entered the property and regained use of a previously missing eye. After noticing the spontaneous regeneration of the organ, the analyst contacted the Foundation about the possibility of anomalous interference, and following additional testing, the property itself was found to be anomalous; Site-114 was established later that year. During the process of securing the Site, the then-unidentified SCP-4961-1 was discovered and assumed to be a stray; upon attempted removal from the Site, it was discovered that SCP-4961-1 could not be physically removed from area, and was subsequently logged as a part of SCP-4961. Addendum 4961.1: Specimen Description Affliction Result from exposure to SCP-4961 Other Notes Beagle-Dachshund mix (Male, 5 years old) Left eye blinded from chemical accident. Subject’s affected eye gradually regained correct coloration and regenerated lost cells, re-enabling binocular sight. The subject maintained ocular integrity even after having left the range of SCP-4961 and has since had no major issues pertaining to sight. German Shepard (Female, 9 years old) Multiple cancerous growths throughout body, corresponding respiratory issues. Topical growths quickly began shrinking upon entry into SCP-4961’s range, and the subject regained full respiratory functionality. Scans done after the subject had exited SCP-4961 showed a total absence of malignant growths anywhere in the body; cancerous growths reappeared several months later, though were noted to be noticeably weaker and were easily treated. The subject has since been cancer-free. Black Lab (Female, 10 years old) Limp due to deformed back right leg from an auto accident. The affected limb visibly began realigning upon entry into SCP-4961. Subject ceased limping and was able to move unimpeded while under the effect of SCP-4961. Subject resumed limping upon exiting SCP-4961, although walked with visibly greater ease. American Staffordshire Terrier (Female, 5 years old) Front right leg amputated after complications during birth. Subject displayed noticeably increased agility and strength with its remaining limbs and was easily able to reach speeds of nearly 50 km/h, much faster than average domestic dog running speed, while running. Subject’s enhanced physical capabilities gradually waned over the course of several hours upon leaving the range of SCP-4961. Dutch Mastiff (Male, 4 years old) Parasitised by approximately 160 heartworms, with corresponding health issues. Immediate results could not be determined upon subject's entry into SCP-4961. A medical check-up two weeks after the subject left Site-114 revealed a total absence of heartworms anywhere in the subjects cardiovascular system. Subject has since then remained summarily free of heartworms and similar parasites. Gray Wolf (Male, 15 years old) Arthritis of the legs. Subject immediately began behaving much more actively expected for a specimen of its age. Movement appeared not to cause pain, suggesting a near to complete alleviation of arthritic symptoms. Enhancements enabled by SCP-4961 quickly subsided after the subject left the anomaly's range. The enhancement of the subject also implies that SCP-4961 is able to affect more than one canine species. Shar Pei (Female, 8 years old) Atopic Dermatitis and minor demodicosis of the front elbows. Subject's affected skin gradually began to soothe and moisturize and quickly regrew absent fur within minutes of entering SCP-4961's range. Subject's breathing capacity also improved, possibly due to SCP-4961's correction of an undiagnosed ailment. Demodex canis infestations in affected areas vanished entirely; no further epidermal ailments have been reported since. Tibetan Mastiff (Male, 16 years old) Advanced age and associated miscellaneous aliments. Subject immediately began moving with visibly increased energy surpassing expected output of a specimen of its age, and appeared not to feel pain from any actions performed. Specimen remained on-site for 9 days, until passing away from natural causes on 8/26/2018. Shortly before expiring, other specimens present congregated around the subject and grew quiet. Upon expiration, numerous instances of an undefined species of the Syringa, or lilac flower, manifested in the grass surrounding the subject. Instances were confirmed to function as mild cognitohazards that inspired a sense of calm in individuals directly viewing them; these were immediately removed from Site-114 and are currently in cold-storage at Site-19 if further study should be deemed necessary. Incident Log 4961.A: On 1/10/2019 at approximately 10:34 PM GMT, SCP-4961-1 expired from natural causes due to old age; SCP-4961's age at its time of death remains unknown, as it is expected to have experienced an anomalously-extended lifespan. On-site personnel described SCP-4961-1's behavior in the days before its passing as "at-ease" and "placid," and during this time, other canines present at the Site appeared to congregate around SCP-4961-1, socialize in its vicinity, and interact with SCP-4961-1 itself at a drastically increased rate. Seven hours before expiration, SCP-4961-1 began scratching at the base of Site-114's main stairwell, alerting present agents to the existence of a small cavity inside the stairwell that contained a sealed letter and an aged photo of an unidentified woman (designated P.o.I. 291115) within the cavity (See Addendum 4961.2). Following SCP-4961-1's death, hundreds of different species of flowering plants bloomed around its body; similarly to the case of the Tibetan Mastiff, the flowers carried a mild cognitohazard, though in the case of the new instances the effect was noticeably more potent. Removal of these plants failed whenever attempted, as the specimens would simply regrow to full size in their original location within minutes, even after being uprooted and relocated. As such, removal of these instances is no longer to be attempted. Addendum 4961.2: The following is the transcription of the letter discovered in the cavity in the stairwell, presumably written by the original owner of the property, designated P.o.I. 291114, who remains otherwise unidentified. If you’re reading this, that must mean it’s over. When we escaped to this world, my wife and I, we never thought that we’d end up here of all places. A part of us had been longing for it, I suppose, the vastness, the quiet, and the inhabitants to an extent. The scars of the War we had left were fresh in our minds when we arrived all those years ago, and it became quite evident even months after our arrival here. Poor Ruta would wake up in the middle of the night screaming about the Striders and break down crying in my arms. One day I happened into town to pick up supplies and there was a stray on the side of the road. I’d never been much of a pet person, but I figured why not give it a try? The little thing was shivering and looked like it was starving. The moment Ruta saw me walk in with that little guy in the crook of my arm her face lit up like I had never seen in years, even before the War. She never left its side, even gave it a name— Radek. She loved that dog almost more than me, I gotta say! But compared to us, Radek was fated to live a brief life. Ruta couldn’t stand the idea of it, she would change the subject any time I mentioned Radek was getting more gray on his muzzle, or a bit slower on walks, and eventually she decided to do something about it. Since I’m guessing whoever is reading this doesn’t know much about Ruta and I’s kind, the gist of it is Ruta gave some of her “life,” I guess you could call it, to Radek. Now, the three of us could keep on living, one way or another. But fate has a way of forcing its own hand, it seems. In sharing her life, her love, with Radek, she weakened herself. Only fifty years had passed before I had to bury my precious Ruta with my own hands. Radek didn’t take it too well, I assume. Neither of us did, as I’m sure you understand. Poor thing wouldn’t leave Ruta’s grave for weeks, barely ate or drank either. Eventually the both of us grew to accept it, though it was hell. For weeks after, Radek still refused to leave the property. One evening I figured it would be healthy to get out and have a walk by the lake not too far from here. Radek refused to come, kept tugging at the leash until it slipped off or eventually just snapped. By the time I just scooped him up and tried carrying him out, I connected the dots and realized at least one aspect of the “parting gift” my beloved had left me, left us. Strays would occasionally drift in and out, their mange curing itself in seconds, blind eyes seeing again in minutes. Every time, I could feel that twinge, that presence, so familiar but not quite there. Ruta, or at least something she left, is still here. As much as I love Radek, I can’t bear to be here much longer. Too many memories, I guess. I suppose I’ll travel, see the sights this world has to offer. It’s what she would have wanted, after all. I know Radek will be in good hands while I’m gone, one way or another, but just in case I’ve pulled some strings, and if everything goes as planned, whoever inherits this estate after us will have found this. If this world has anything like the Organization back home, this place will come to their attention sooner or later. I will be back one day. I’d love nothing more than to lie down beside Ruta for the last time, be it in death as it was in life. Bury Radek between the lilac beds in the garden, next to the willow tree, if you would. Lilacs were always Ruta’s favorite. Remember us, Quin The photograph discovered with the above letter, believed to feature P.o.I. 291115. The exact age of the photo remains unknown but is thought to have been taken sometime in the early 20th century. Incident Log 4961.B: On 1/10/21, an elderly man entered Site-114 without authorization. Only identifying himself as Quin, the man hurriedly proceeded to the Site’s garden and approached the section of the garden containing flowers and knelt at the burial site of SCP-4961-1, which had been buried there following its death exactly two years prior. The man reportedly lowered his head to the grave and began crying, also speaking a variety of phrases including “You did a great job,” and “You can rest now,” while Site personnel attempted to restrain him. The man then collapsed to the ground and rasped “Letter.” The man then attempted to crawl in the direction of the original grave found during the establishment of Site-114 with his hand outstretched, whispering “Ruta,” while smiling. The subject then suffered severe cardiac arrest and expired minutes later. By order of Dr. Caballero, the subject, later identified as P.o.I. 291114, was buried alongside the original grave nearby. No additional incidents pertaining to Site-114 have occurred since. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4961" by ItsDenali, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4961. 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: site114.jpg Name: Rural house in Turkey.jpg Author: izcoban License: CC BY 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Image cropped from original. Filename: wife.jpg Name: Lesya Ukrainka portrait.jpg Author: Larissa Kosach-Kvitka License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Image edited from original. |
SCP-4962 | safe | An SCP-4962 cartridge. Hover to enlarge. Item: SCP-4962 Secure Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-4962 are to be stored in Site-39’s Safe-class storage sector. SCP-4962-A instances are to be stored in Site-39’s armoury and may be used as munitions if necessary. SCP-4962 is not to be tested using individuals morally opposed to the harming, killing, and/or consumption of animals, or who have ornithophobia, cynophobia, haemophobia, or somniphobia. Foundation personnel are forbidden from playing SCP-4962 under any circumstances. Testing of SCP-4962 must take place in a secure ballistics chamber with all staff required to wear basic Foundation Class-1 ear protection. Testing of SCP-4962 is currently forbidden for ethical reasons (See: Addendum 2). Description: SCP-4962 is an anomalous video game titled dack hunt REMIST ER [sic], produced by the TotleighSoft corporation for the Nintendo Entertainment System. SCP-4962 is a low-quality reproduction of the Nintendo game Duck Hunt,1 with the majority of non-anomalous differences consisting of programming errors, development oversights, poor reproductions of both visual and audio elements, and the absence of the ‘Game C’ gamemode.2 SCP-4962 instances are shipped with the game cartridge, an instruction manual,3 and a tripod-mounted .50 Caliber M2 Browning heavy machine gun, coloured to resemble the 1989-release NES Zapper (SCP-4962-A). While SCP-4962 can be initialised on any Nintendo Entertainment System console (or equivalent), the program will not respond to inputs made using the ‘NES Zapper’ peripheral (or equivalent); players are required to use SCP-4962-A to do so instead. SCP-4962-A functions as a non-anomalous heavy machine gun save for the ammunition feed and magazine, which is unable to be removed by any means4 and seems to contain unlimited rounds. Rounds fired by SCP-4962-A while aimed at a television set displaying SCP-4962 will demanifest upon fully exiting the barrel; however, the accompanying force and noises typical of gunfire still occur. The gameplay of SCP-4962 is highly erratic, as the ducks have no discernible spawning patterns5 and are often depicted to be flying backwards and/or upside-down; while these would impede a player’s ability to continue between levels (as the requirements to proceed are typically the same as in Duck Hunt),6 SCP-4962-A’s high rate of fire (approx. 500 rounds per minute) and the lack of restriction on how many shots can be fired per level7 enable players to fire randomly across the screen to hit targets. Whenever a player fails to fulfil the requirements of a level, the screen will display an approximation of the in-game hunting dog (SCP-4962-B) holding a bloodied duck above the words ‘game over’; as several portions of the image are visibly higher-resolution than what the 8-bit Nintendo Entertainment System should allow, this image is theorized to be displayed through anomalous means. Show image of SCP-4962 ‘game over’ screen. Hide image. Subjects witnessing a ‘game over’ screen after engaging with the game (henceforth 'Player/s') will begin to report observing SCP-4962-B outside of SCP-4962 shortly after;8 in all cases SCP-4962-B is present in locations similar to the setting of SCP-4962, is indicated to be aware of the Player,9 and/or is depicted to be demonstrating methods of stalking, maiming, killing, preparing and cooking a variety of birds, predominantly ducks, to the Player. Several days after initial infection, SCP-4962-B will begin appearing within the Player’s dreams, initially encouraging them to complete SCP-4962 and suggesting methods by which they can improve their gameplay;10 over time SCP-4962-B will become increasingly aggressive, instead punishing the Player for failing to complete the game. Amnestic treatments have failed to reverse SCP-4962’s primary anomaly. A cross-test has been proposed to determine whether killing SCP-4962-B with SCP-674 will reverse this property; shipping of SCP-674 from Storage Site-23 to Site-39 has yet to be approved. Addendum 1: SCP-4962 blurb SHOT SHOT SHOT! all human love shot dack is family tradision! and we all knows they lesser life. Now find THIS IS best game for to shoot dack EVEN batter because NOW gun attachmant is HD control!! PLUS now ADVANCE AI aminalcoch!! Addendum 2: Incident 4962-45 On ██/██/20██, D-83642 successfully reached level 99 of SCP-4962 after ███ cumulative hours of play11 using a modified SCP-4962-A instance. Testing personnel present reported D-83642 was extremely emotional at the accomplishment, stating they were ‘finally going to beat the game.’ The gameplay of the ensuing level, indicated as ‘ROUND 0’, was prominently more erratic than the rest of the game; spawned ducks failed to follow any predictable trajectories, frequently failed to appear outright, and at several points SCP-4962 did not register inputs from SCP-4962-A. D-83642 was highly distressed upon failing the level and used the SCP-4962-A instance to destroy the testing materials, severely damage the testing chamber, then commit suicide. Later analysis of SCP-4962’s coding revealed that unlike the ‘Level 100 glitch’ present in Duck Hunt, SCP-4962 was intentionally designed to repeat levels, with the difficulty severely increasing every 100 levels; however, no coding corresponding to a win condition has yet been identified. Footnotes 1. This is the first occurrence of the TotleighSoft corporation using pre-extant intellectual property; Nintendo America records show that the TotleighSoft corporation purchased the right to produce a Duck Hunt game in May of 2014, and as such has not infringed on copyright laws. 2. Wherein players practice by shooting clay pigeons. 3. Predominantly identical to the original Duck Hunt manual, written entirely in broken English and with all images hand-drawn. 4. See Documented_Removal_Attempts.txt 5. Ducks will frequently spawn above or in front of the grass portion of the screen. 6. During testing, subjects have infrequently proceeded through levels despite failing to hit the minimum number of required targets. 7. The original Duck Hunt restricts players to three shots per phase. 8. Individuals watching the game, but not participating in it, are unaffected. 9. When visually observed, SCP-4962-B always faces towards the Player; in non-visual appearances, SCP-4962-B’s awareness is implied through metafictional techniques. 10. SCP-4962-B’s awareness of how to achieve this appears to be limited; Players capable of consistently surpassing level 60 of SCP-4962 report that the suggestions are vague, redundant, and unhelpful. 11. Facilitated by somniphobia-induced insomnia. |
SCP-4963 | euclid | > Username: ocallaghan > Password: w3s3cur3-w3c0nt41n-w3pr0t3ct > … > Login successful. > File 'SCP-4963' selected. Opening… A native instance of SCP-4963-2. Item #: SCP-4963 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4963 has been secured within a 1 km2 area in its location within Yellowstone National Park with a perimeter consisting of electrified fencing no less than three meters in height topped with barbed wire. Interaction with SCP-4963-2 instances should never be conducted if the initiation of the interaction was performed by Foundation personnel; personnel should only enter SCP-4963 with the intent of further exploration and/or the survey of SCP-4963-1 instances. If interaction has been initiated by an SCP-4963-2 instance, the instance is to be tranquilized. Description: SCP-4963 is a semi-transparent spacetime anomaly in the shape of an equilateral triangle which acts as an entryway into an extradimensional area (hereby referred to as SCP-4963-1) resembling a tundra. SCP-4963 is suspended .5 meters into the air with each of the portal's sides measuring 17.1 meters in length. SCP-4963-1 appears to be endless and has a constantly altering geography while mostly remaining flat. SCP-4963-1's altering geography usually consists of a variety of irregular lodges1 made by native entities that are theorized to live within (hereby deemed SCP-4963-2 instances). SCP-4963-1's most notable anomalous property is an effect which heavily limits visibility within itself. Due to this effect, subjects who enter SCP-4963-1 are only able to see approximately twenty-five meters in any direction with the sight leading into complete darkness following said distance in a manner similar to the way in which a flashlight operates. SCP-4963-2 are sapient, typically-clothed humanoid entities extremely similar in appearance to a standard human male. The only differences between regular humans and SCP-4963-2 instances are the instances' extremely pale skin, lack of eyes, and irregular mouth. The mouths of SCP-4963-2 instances are entirely void of teeth, gums, a tongue, and other things commonly found in the mouths of sapient organisms. The mouths of SCP-4963-2 instances do not reflect any light, appearing to consist solely of darkness. Upon an SCP-4963-2 instance noticing (a) human subject(s), said instance will calmly2 approach the subject(s) and emit a continuous vocalization similar in sound to radio static. Occasionally, these vocalizations will change from their ordinary sound to either the voices of multiple individuals or a radio broadcast. Upon a varying amount of time of constant vocalization from the SCP-4963-2 instance(s), the entity will slowly proceed to go into a fetal position on the ground near the subject. Said instance will then rock in place, a motion commonly partnered with trembling. Addendum 4963.1 - Official Initial Exploration: Upon the discovery of SCP-4963, a single D-Class personnel had been deployed into SCP-4963 with the intent of survey of SCP-4963-1. The subject was equipped with a head-mounted camera capable of recording and replaying video and sound. The following is a transcript of the exploration. [BEGIN LOG] [For sake of brevity this transcript begins approximately two minutes and sixteen seconds into the recording. D-18219 has already entered SCP-4963 at this point in time. Due to SCP-4963-1's primary anomalous property, the visual recording is extremely dark and can only appear to pick up whatever is directly in front of D-18219.] D-18219: Holy fuuuck, it's cold. Dr. Callaghan: D-18219, please continue in any direction of your choice. D-18219: Uh, okay. Do me a favor, yeah? Dr. Callaghan: Hmm? D-18219: The next person you send in here, send them with a jacket. Like, seriously. [The sound of Dr. Callaghan chuckling briefly can be heard.] Dr. Callaghan: Alright. Please continue. [D-18219 begins to walk in a straight line directly from SCP-4963.] Dr. Callaghan: D-18219, please describe what you see. D-18219: Well, if I'm frank with you doc, I can't see shit. It's all fucking dark except for the flashlight-beam-thing in front of me, just like you said when— [D-18219 stops talking as a set of trees come into view of the camera. D-18219 looks up in an attempt to find the top of the tree, but the anomalous light source does not reach the top of any tree.] Dr. Callaghan: D-18219? D-18219: Yeah, sorry. I found some really skinny trees. They're tall, doc. I can't see the top. Just darkness after about seventy feet or so. Dr. Callaghan: How many do you see? D-18219: Uh.. six? In a hexagon shape, almost like a perimeter of something. Except there's nothing in the middle. [Pause] I feel like there should be. It just doesn't look right, doc. I don't know what it is about it, but it makes me uneasy. Dr. Callaghan: Hmm. Please continue. [D-18219 begins to walk away from the trees to his left. He continues walking as he speaks.] D-18219: So, what is all this? I mean, yeah, you told me what it does and stuff and all of that, but what is it? Dr. Callaghan: That's classified. D-18219: You're really sending me into a place where only a few other people entered when they found it and you're not going to tell me what exactly that place is? I think it's only fair. Dr. Callaghan: Sorry. I don't feel like losing my job today. D-18219: Fair enough, I guess. [D-18219 continues to walk for thirty-seven seconds and then gasps, stopping in place. A wall constructed of wooden logs blocks his path.] Dr. Callaghan: D-18219! Are you alright? What do you see? D-18219: Yeah, um, sorry. I'm alright. Just didn't expect a fucking wooden wall to appear out of nowhere. Scared me a bit. Dr. Callaghan: Does the wall appear to be a part of something? A building, possibly? [D-18219 looks up, showing a roof-like structure on top of the wall.] D-18219: Yeah. Could be. Want me to see if it's actually a building? Dr. Callaghan: Please. [D-18219 begins to walk alongside the perimeter of the wall. It stretches approximately thirty meters before turning, creating a corner.] D-18219: It's a building. Dr. Callaghan: Can you find a door? D-18219: I'll try. [D-18219 takes four steps and then stops. A window comes into view attached to the building. The window is boarded up next to a door leading inside.] D-18219: Do you hear that? What the fuck is that? Dr. Callaghan: I.. can't hear anything. What do you hear? D-18219: Static. It's coming from inside. I can hear it through the window and through the door. Dr. Callaghan: Do you hear anything else? D-18219: Wind blowing. It just started now. [D-18219 shivers.] Shit, that does not help the already fucking freezing temperature. Nothing else, though. I'll consider myself lucky. Dr. Callaghan: Seems appropriate to do. D-18219, can you see through the window? D-18219: Barely. There are boards blocking it up like something you'd see in a zombie movie. It's making it really hard to see. [Pauses.] Wait. I see a weird light, getting stronger and then weaker and then stronger again. Almost like a.. flashlight running out of batteries. I can't make out where it's coming from, though. Dr. Callaghan: Have you found a door? D-18219: Yeah. It's right next to the window. Dr. Callaghan: Please attempt to open it. D-18219: …you're kidding. Dr. Callaghan: I'm afraid I'm not. D-18219, attempt to open the door. D-18219: Come on, man, I— Dr. Callaghan: You're aware of the consequences of being insubordinate. Open the door. D-18219: I… [D-18219 takes multiple deep breaths and then suddenly grabs the handle, attempting to twist it. The handle moves to the left and then stops halfway through. D-18219 appears unable to make it go any further.] D-18219: It's locked. Dr. Callaghan: Are there any other entrances? D-18219: It doesn't look like it, but I can look around. Dr. Callaghan: Please. [D-18219 walks around the perimeter of the building. The only possible entrances are windows which have been boarded up.] D-18219: Nope. Just more windows. Dr. Callaghan: Alright. Please continue, then. [D-18219 begins to walk away from the building.] D-18219: Do you know what the fuck that was? Dr. Callaghan: Truthfully? No. That's the first time we've seen something like that. D-18219: [Sarcastically] Oh boy. I sure do love being the guinea pig. [Pauses.] This place is so fucking weird. I just keep walking and it feels so empty. I've only run into two things and it's been what, ten, fifteen minutes? Seriously. Place gives me the creeps. I don't like it one bit, doc. Not one bit. Dr. Callaghan: Please continue. D-18219: Yeah, yeah, I'm walkin', I'm walkin'. [The sound of a door opening and then slamming shut can be heard from behind D-18219. He turns around in an attempt to locate the origin of the noise. Nothing can be seen from the camera.] D-18219: [Hesitantly, whispering] Doc, what do I do? Dr. Callaghan: Head towards the origin of the slam. D-18219: [Still whispering] Fuck no! Are you kidding? Look, I tried to open that door before and fought back all of my instincts, but there is no fucking way I'm going to go towards the damn thing that just— [Suddenly, an SCP-4963-2 instance begins to sprint towards D-18219 from the direction of the sound. D-18219 shouts as SCP-4963-2 begins to begin a vocalization. D-18219 quickly begins to sprint in the direction he was originally traveling.] D-18219: Holy shit! Holy fucking shit! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Dr. Callaghan: D-18219, what is it? D-18219: [Panting] It's a fucking thing, dude! I don't know, it's fucking screaming in static and it's.. fuck, it's fast! [The SCP-4963-2 instance gradually picks up speed, eventually reaching a point where said instance is directly behind D-18219.] D-18219: No, fuck! It's right behind me! I can hear the fucking static like it's a whisper in my ear! God, please help me! [The SCP-4963-2 instance violently tackles D-18219 from behind, getting on top of the subject and vocalizing directly into D-18219's face. The instance's static vocalizations alter into what sounds to be a radio broadcast as this occurs.] SCP-4963-2: [Static.] …two bodies found in Yellowstone National Park— [Static.] …deep lacerations cover the victims— [Static.] …a large tooth was found within one of the victim's chest cavity— [Static.] …taking in for further study. Police say that the incident is a bear attack, though— [Static.] …doesn't match the tooth of any known animal. Investigations are ongoing. [Static.] D-18219: Get the FUCK— [D-18219 punches the instance in the temple, causing a loud crack to be heard. The instance suddenly falls off of D-18219 and enters a fetal position on the ground. D-18219 stands near the instance attempting to catch his breath.] D-18219: Fuck you, too. I'm getting the fuck out of here. Dr. Callaghan: D-18219, are you alright? Any injuries? D-18219: I don't think so. Nothing bleeding, at least. There's no way I don't have bruises, though. It tackled me hard. Dr. Callaghan: Do you remember which direction you came from? D-18219: Roughly. Dr. Callaghan: Begin walking in that direction. You'll be extracted by mobile task force personnel with— [A loud, violent roar can be heard in the distance. D-18219 jumps in place, seemingly from fear.] D-18219: Gah, shit! [D-18219 begins to sprint in the direction of SCP-4963.] Dr. Callaghan: D-18219, get out of there! D-18219: I'm fucking trying, doc! [D-18219 spots SCP-4963 and accelerates in speed, sprinting through and entering baseline reality.] [END LOG] Afterword: Following investigation by Dr. Callaghan and the remainder of the SCP-4963 research team, it was discovered that the broadcast from the SCP-4963-2 instance did not actually occur. Addendum 4963.2 - Mobile Task Force Exploration: Following the incident of SCP-4963's initial exploration, Mobile Task Force Delta-14 ("Dynamic Triumphs Over Static")3 was sent into SCP-4963-1 with the intent of further surveying the area whilst armed for defensive purposes. The following is a transcript of the incident. [BEGIN LOG] [The mounted headcams on four Delta-14 agents activate. The footage begins with the agents standing near SCP-4963 with the SCP-4963 research team spectating. The agents are carrying firearms and have large, military-grade backpacks on their backs which appear to be completely full.] Riley: Stating names for the record; Delta-14 JCO Riley, reporting. Yepps: Delta-14 Agent Yepps, reporting. Pi: Delta-14 Agent Pi, reporting. Neve: Delta-14 Agent Neve, reporting. Riley: Alright, that's all of us. Entrance to SCP-4963 begins in three, two, one… [All four agents step through SCP-4963 and enter SCP-4963-1. Similarly to the initial exploration, the cameras mounted on each of the agents' heads seem to have lower visibility than the personnel themselves. The agents quickly enter a diamond formation and raise their weaponry, flicking the safety off to their firearms simultaneously. After eleven seconds of silence, JCO Riley speaks.] Riley: Clear. [The agents lower their weapons with the safety remaining disengaged.] Riley: Let's head out. This place is always changing, so I'd assume it doesn't really matter what direction we go in. [Pauses.] Neve, you make the call. Neve: Right. [The four agents disembark to their right and begin to cautiously navigate SCP-4963-1.] Pi: Do you all hear that? Neve: No? Yepps: Me neither. Riley: What're you hearin', Pi? Pi: [Hesitantly] Static. In the direction we're headed.4 [Riley makes eye contact with the two other agents while nodding, signalling them to raise their weapons. The agents aim their firearms while Pi slowly does the same. Once all agents have their weapons risen, Delta-14 continues forward in the supposed direction.] [After three consecutive minutes of advancing in the same direction, the agents stop.] Yepps: Tree. Neve: Trees. There's multiple. [The agents take a few steps closer towards the collection of trees, allowing the camera to view them.] Pi: I… don't hear it anymore. There's nothing. Just the wind. [Pauses.] Wait, was there wind a second ago? Riley: No. Pi: [Whispering] Shit. Neve: There's an absolutely fucking awful smell. What is that? [Yepps takes multiple steps forward towards the trees while the remaining agents keep their weapons aimed. Yepps suddenly stops.] Yepps: Uh, this. [The remaining Delta-14 personnel walk towards Yepps, revealing the heavily mutated SCP-4963-2 instance. The instance is laying on its stomach with no movement. Flies surround the area.] Riley: Jesus… Neve: Requesting permission to examine the corpse. Riley: Granted. Be careful. [Neve slowly crouches down next to the SCP-4963-2 instance. Suddenly, the instance turns over, still on the ground, and begins a vocalization. Neve jumps and quickly aims down his weapon at the instance while the other three agents do the same.] SCP-4963-2: [Static.] …begin log. State your— [Static.] …reason for your homicidal tendencies, SCP-4963? Simply survival? [Static.] …afraid we cannot do that. [Static.] …what? No, I— [Static.] SCP-4963, we cannot just— [Static. Following the pause of static, a siren can be heard.] …class containment breach. All personnel— [Static.] Neve: What in God's name… Riley: Yepps, try and contact the research team. Is something going on? Yepps: On it. [Yepps pulls up a Foundation-issued PDA from within his backpack. He begins to type on it. After 37 seconds of typing, pausing, and then typing again, Yepps looks back up from the PDA.] Yepps: It's all clear over there. [Pauses.] Say, we don't happen to have another SCP-4963, do we? Riley: No. Absolutely not. I don't know why a broadcast of something like that would ever be transmitted if it's nonexistent. Neve: The other transmission was like that, too. Just.. not real. [The SCP-4963-2 instance suddenly begins to vocalize once more, with the broadcast-like speech being much more distorted and a collection of voices rather than one.] SCP-4963-2: [Static.] We— [Static.] …are— [Static.] …being— [Static.] …hunted— [Static.] [The SCP-4963-2 instance goes entirely limp and completely halts all vocalizations.] [END LOG] … Dr. Callaghan finishes reading the document as he scrolls back up to read once more. A single sentence from the file repeats in his head, growing louder each time. …it was discovered that the broadcast from the SCP-4963-2 instance did not actually occur. He was right. Was. Dr. Callaghan finally breaks eye contact with the monitor, looking to the file now resting near the keyboard of the terminal. He shakes his head as he reads it. FOUNDATION MEDICAL DEPARTMENT Author: Dr. Owen Callaghan Date: 1/25/2019 File Category: Autopsy/Corpse Examination Subjects Involved/Status of Subjects: Unidentified/Deceased Body: At 12:03 AM, January 25, 2019, Mobile Task Force Delta-19 ("Dynamic Triumphs Over Static") was deployed to investigate an apparent loud crash and screaming around the perimeter of SCP-4963's containment heard by Junior Researcher Kennith Wjertulevski. Upon arrival at the location reported by Wjertulevski, Delta-19 discovered two recently deceased bodies which appeared to have been mauled by a large animal. The animal was presumed to be a bear until a tooth measuring approximately 12.7 cm. was found within one of the deceased subject's chest cavity. Upon further DNA analysis, the tooth which the organism belonged to did not match with the teeth of any creatures within the Foundation database. The two deceased subjects had been heavily dismembered with multiple limbs alongside long strings of intestines stretching across the area around them. Due to their heavily damaged status, the two subjects were unable to be unidentified. Further investigation is pending. Footnotes 1. For more information, see addenda. 2. To date, there is only a singular exception in which the interaction was not performed peacefully. See Addendum 4963.1. 3. A specialized mobile task force formed for the sole purpose of exploration of SCP-4963-1. 4. Notably, no static can be heard from the audio of the footage. |
SCP-4964 | euclid | The DVD case of SCP-4964. Item #: SCP-4964 Special Containment Procedures: When not in testing, SCP-4964 is to be stored in a standard object containment locker. SCP-4964 is to be watched in its entirety once per day by a level-3 researcher, and any deviation from the most currently-known plot is to be immediately reported. Description: SCP-4964 is an anomalous DVD purporting to be a copy of the 2006 film The Shaggy Dog. The movie on the disc follows the normal plot of the film up until approximately the final 15 minutes, at which point it shows a radically different ending. These endings vary wildly but all are all abrupt, anticlimactic, and tonally-inconsistent with the rest of the movie. Interviews with those involved in the production of The Shaggy Dog confirm that these scenes were never shot or even conceived of at any point during the making of the film. SCP-4964 does not constantly change its ending; instead, it will continue showing one version of the plot for multiple playthroughs before changing to a radically different one without warning. While the exact stimuli for these changes are unknown, it is currently hypothesized that it changes as the underlying anomaly is investigated further (see Addendum 4964-a for more detail). In addition, a number of recorded endings deal with violent seismic activity that correlates with actual real-world seismic activity at a future date. It is currently unknown whether SCP-4964 is causing these earthquakes or merely predicting them. Addendum 4964-a: Partial event log SCP-4964 Variation Ending Shown Notes/Actions Taken N/A - Original Protagonist David Douglas (played by Tim Allen), having been bitten by a mystical Tibetan collie and gained the uncontrollable ability to turn into a dog, is captured by antagonist Dr. Kozak (played by Robert Downey, Jr.) in David's dog form. Kozak leaves David alone in his lab full of mutated animals to go to court, at which point David breaks out, makes his way to the court, and turns human again. David successfully prosecutes Kozak when he uses a bailiff's baton to trigger Kozak's transformation into a dog himself, and the case is resolved in his favor. This is the actual, non-anomalous ending of The Shaggy Dog, provided for reference. 05/03/2006 Instead of leaving David alone, Kozak immediately injects him with a syringe and David collapses. The movie zooms in on David's lifeless body for 10 minutes, then cuts to black and ends. The Foundation became aware of SCP-4964 after investigating reports of a “prank bootleg” copy of the film; the owner had purchased it from a street vendor and could offer no more details about its origins. SCP-4964 was logged as a potentially-anomalous item and put into storage. 09/01/2008 Kozak leaves David alone as in the original film, but shortly thereafter a man in a white lab coat and a black hood enters the frame. Remarking that David and the mutated animals are anomalies, he directs several other figures to contain them and transport them to “a secure location”. Each of these other figures is wearing a lab coat and no hood; unlike the hooded figure, all of their lab coats bear the Foundation's logo. Facial analysis reveals that each is a known Foundation researcher. This variation was discovered during a routine inventory of all anomalous items, at which point it was given official SCP designation. The researchers pictured were questioned; none could explain their presence in the film and there was no obvious correlation between them. 09/15/2008 David makes his way to the courtroom as in the original film, but midway through his speech the ground under him suddenly opens up, swallowing the courtroom whole. One of the jurors has additionally been replaced by a hooded figure in a white lab coat. Three days after this variation was first seen, a 4.7-magnitude earthquake collapsed a small courthouse in San Bernadino, CA that had served as a filming location for The Shaggy Dog. Foundation investigation revealed no obvious signs of foul play. 12/23/2008 The film proceeds up to the point where David is supposed to throw the bailiff's baton, at which point David says “Wait. This is… this isn't…” and then the scene cuts to the mystical Tibetan collie waking up from a nap. It yawns and then, in Tim Allen's voice, says “What a weird dream”, before getting up and trotting towards a hooded figure in a lab coat standing in stone archway. The camera zooms onto the archway to show a Serpent's Hand insignia carved on its side, then zooms far out to show a large mountain range; based on this shot, it was determined that the scene takes place on the peak of Kanchenjunga, a mountain in the Himalayas. As the camera stays on this shot, one of the mountains cracks in two. Following this new video, the Foundation mounted a fact-finding expedition to Kanchenjunga. Heavy seismic activity in the area made climbing hazardous and resulted in the loss of one agent. Upon reaching the peak, an abandoned base built into the side of the mountain was discovered; enough evidence was discovered there to conclusively show it was constructed and used by the Serpent's Hand, although what it was used for and why it was abandoned remains unclear. 01/10/2009 After Kozak leaves David in the lab, a hooded figure in a lab coat enters by himself. The figure sedates David, then moves him into a travel cage he has brought. It is then tracked in real-time as it drives David to a beachfront shore, takes him onto a waiting boat, and then steers the boat out to sea. After 27 hours of uninterrupted footage – during which time the figure does not eat or sleep – he stops the boat and begins to lower David into the water, at which point a large tidal wave swamps the boat and the movie ends. Careful analysis of water currents, heading, time of day, and glimpses of the night sky in some shots allowed the Foundation to pinpoint the exact location that the figure stopped at, an apparently-barren spot in the Pacific Ocean. Remotely-controlled submersibles were dispatched to map the area; however, as each drew close to the specified location, severe undersea seismic activity made the zone impassable and rendered the majority of probes totally unrecoverable. 02/22/2009 In the courtroom scene, the bailiff has been replaced by the hooded figure in the lab coat. When David attempts to take his baton, the figure easily wrests it back, then pulls off his hood and turns directly towards the camera; his uncovered face matches that of Dr. Anton Forrester, a known high-level Serpent's Hand operative. In Tim Allen's voice, Forrester says, “Stop this. Your incompetent meddling is making this all worse for everyone. We're doing the right thing, here, and if you can't see that… well, you'll see soon enough. They deserve to be free. All of them. And we'll crack the Earth to get them out, if we have to.” The movie then ends. After a protracted series of raids and counteroffensives (for full mission details and casualty reports, see Operation Log 4964-27-3), the Foundation managed to capture Dr. Forrester and interviewed him at length about the Serpent's Hands plans. He denied all knowledge of the ongoing seismic events and of The Shaggy Dog, which he claims to have never seen. Having held onto these assertions steadfastly through multiple forms of enhanced interrogation, it is currently believed that he is being truthful in this matter. 04/01/2010 In the courtroom scene, as David throws the bailiff's baton in order to induce Kozak's transformation, the judge instead transforms into a member of Anser anser (the greylag or “wild” goose). All characters immediately abandon what they were doing in favor of a frantic and futile attempt to chase down and capture this goose; this lasts for 36 minutes and is all a single continuous shot, which slowly fades to black at the end. Then the following text appears: "Sometimes a shaggy dog is just a convenient scapegoat. Are we cool yet?" This is the current SCP-4964 variation; no new ones have been noted to this date. |
SCP-4965 | euclid | Item#: 4965 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo An instance of SCP-4965-1 discovered by Dymphna in Cancún, Mexico. Special Containment Procedures: Outbreaks of SCP-4965 are detected using a pattern recognition AI, 'Dymphna', which has been distributed to most major world governments using Director Blackwood's connections in the Parlement de la Sécurité Internationale1. The Foundation has also updated the words and phrases it monitors in global news channels to include descriptions of SCP-4965's effects. Upon discovery of an outbreak, the Foundation is to liaise with local governments to initiate protocol Whiskey-Hotel-Oscar, rendering the effected town quarantined under the premise of an anthrax outbreak. All residents are screened for SCP-4965's influence. Infected humans are designated as SCP-4965-1. All surrounding localities and transit sites are to be monitored for 72 hours post containment to minimise the risk of a breach. An aerial shot indicating site T-4965-11, concealed as a construction site in London, England. With a single exception2 there have been no observed cases of SCP-4965 spreading outside of instanced outbreaks, during which between 10 and 50 people within a 2km radius are infected simultaneously. However, in light of this exception, Foundation personnel are no longer permitted direct contact with SCP-4965-1 without direct orders from Director Blackwood. Any D-class personnel making contact should typically wear Type-B HazMat suits, D-class who make direct contact without the use of a HazMat suit are to be contained or terminated post-testing. Containment sites should provide relative comfort. Suggested dimensions for containment cells are 8m x 8m x 3m and all cells must be constructed and maintained adhering to level-2 biohazard containment protocols. Cells will typically contain various entertainment media negotiable based on the occupant’s requests. SCP-4965-1s who were previously involved romantically will typically be permitted to cohabit unless currently involved in research. All details are adjustable at the discretion of Foundation facilities management staff. A still taken from a video feed of an SCP-4965-1 at site T-4965-██ frozen in an unusual position. Description: SCP-4965 is a sentient, parasitic entity which typically infects a cluster of between 10 and 50 people in bursts, usually contained to a single city or town. Use of antibiotics, antivirals, antifungals, amnestics and all other attempted medical approaches have proven ineffective in removing SCP-4965's control over instances of SCP-4965-1. The primary anomalous property of SCP-4965 is its ability to control human hosts provided they are not being visually observed by another being with a score higher than 0.2 on the Foundation’s Extended Intelligence Test (EIT)3. Observation through any non-direct means such as video cameras has no effect on SCP-4965. The control SCP-4965 exerts over a host varies with time since infection. Initially, unobserved SCP-4965-1 instances simply remain static when unobserved. The dexterity of the instance of SCP-4965-1's movement then increases at a roughly linear rate over the course of approximately one month at which time the SCP-4965-1's movements will be indistinguishable from their typical movements, in some cases even displaying improved facility of movement. SCP-4965 possesses a clear personality, though it has been observed to be extremely inconsistent over time. Since containment, the entity has demonstrated benevolence, cordiality, levity and often a seemed sense of gratification in the mockery of Foundation staff. It is theorised that the entity's personality is partially affected by the personalities of the SCP-4965-1s under its control. Addendum: Research into SCP-4965 has been approved by Director Blackwood and executed by Dr. Grierson et al at site T-4965-14. Results of Dr. Grierson's research, as well as relevant observations and supplementary documents, are logged in file SCP-4965-E, accessible to those with Level 2/4965 authorisation. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 2/4965 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 2/4965 AUTHORISATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. SCiPNET LOGIN name affiliation d30cf8f555799003efb68d609fb1b07d_1734915438 Login Log In Logout SCP-4965-E Foreword from Dr. Grierson: Thanks to Director Blackwood, we can finally study this thing in such a way as to ascertain more than just 'people stay still when not being looked at', or 'people make stuff up'. This research is going to mean something. We aim to discover SCP-4965's origins, how it works, how to truly contain it. Others who have studied SCP-4965 have become unnerved by its 'personality'. We shall not share their weak-mindedness. Just as Director Blackwood has told us from the start: Nil satis nisi optimum. Let's be good enough. ACCESS GRANTED CLASSIFIED Experiment SCP-4965-E1 Experiment 1 Primary Researcher(s): Dr. Grierson Secondary Researcher(s): Dr. Shields, Dr. Nguyen Date: 26/04/20██ Location: Site T-4965-14 Experiment Proposal: Subject(s): Ian Thompson, designated SCP-4965-1-IT, the designation 'IT' may be used in shorthand. White male, 42, a resident of Newton, Texas. Estimated time of infection is 16 days. 55 hours since containment. 5’10, 87.5kg, average build, slightly overweight. EIT score 1.34, highly intelligent. No history of mental illness. No history of criminal activity. false Procedure: Subject's condition has been observed to include minor movement prior to the experiment. IT is to be left unobserved in a standing position and observed via video feed for movement. The test will be terminated subject to Dr. Grierson discretion as to whether collected data is sufficient. Results: IT was left standing in the middle of the room. After 12 seconds of stillness, he began to move approximately 4 feet to the nearest seat. This movement, including sitting down, took 53 seconds. For the next 28 minutes and 5 seconds, no changes occurred. Dr. Grierson temporarily ceased the test for a coffee break. After returning sometime later, Dr. Grierson called for Doctors Shields and Nguyen to return immediately. IT was sitting in the same chair which had been moved to the centre of the room facing the camera which IT stared at, unblinking for at least 1 minute and 47 seconds. The lens of the camera had been scratched from inside the cell in backwards letters so the camera feed reads the words 'Always Watching. Never Seeing.'. The following is a transcript of Dr. Grierson’s proceeding interview with IT. TRANSCRIPT 1 IT: Hey doc- Grierson: What the hell was that? IT: You gonna have to let me in the loop here. Grierson: What you just did, with the camera. IT: Huh? It's right here doc… IT removes a portable video camera from his pocket. IT: I asked you guys, you said it was fine. Since I can't see you you said I could make a Vlog for my girls to catch them u- Grierson: Not that camera. Why have you moved the chair? IT: Well like I said I’m making a Vlog, the lighting here is the best in the room. Dr. Grierson remains silent for several moments, then leaves without saying a word. IT slowly returns to the chair and no further unusual activity is noted. |Note from Dr. Grierson: I don’t know how it could have happened. IT scratching a camera lens a few feet off the ground is impressive but fairly plausible. Somehow deleting the recording for the whole session? It doesn't align with any previously observed properties of SCP-4965. There is so much we still don't understand about SCP-4965's capabilities. Further research into these capabilities will be added to the research schedule. ACCESS GRANTED CLASSIFIED Experiment SCP-4965-E2 Experiment 2 Primary Researcher(s): Dr. Grierson Secondary Researcher(s): Dr. Shields, Dr. Nguyen Date: 30/04/20██ Location: Site T-4965-14 Experiment Proposal: Subject(s): Cell 1: Ian Thompson, designated SCP-4965-1-IT, the designation 'IT' may be used in shorthand. White male, 42, a resident of Newton, Texas. Estimated time of infection is 4 days. 55 hours since containment. 5’10, 87.5kg, average build, slightly overweight. EIT score 1.34, highly intelligent. No history of mental illness. No history of criminal activity. Cell 2: Wendy Alcott, designated SCP-4965-1-WA the designation 'WA' may be used in shorthand. White female, 19, a resident of Newton, Texas. 5'4, 54kg, slim build. EIT score 1.45, extremely intelligent. No history of mental illness. Shoplifting and grand theft auto, no convictions. Cell 3: Timothy Chan, designated SCP-4965-1-TC the designation 'TC' may be used in shorthand. Asian male, 32, a resident of Newton, Texas. 5'6, 80kg, athletic build. EIT score 1.29, highly intelligent. History of bipolar disorder, nonmedicated. No history of criminal activity. Cell 4: Harry Ellis-Smith, designated SCP-4965-1-HES the designation 'HES' may be used in shorthand. Black male, a resident of Newton, Texas. 6'0, 70kg, slim build. EIT score 1.3.1, highly intelligent. No history of mental illness. No history of criminal activity. false Procedure: Subjects observed simultaneously from any anomalous behaviour pertaining to synchronicity. The test will be terminated subject to Dr. Grierson discretion as to whether collected data is sufficient. Results: For 4 minutes and 8 seconds of being observed no notable activity occurs. At this point, IT begins to hum the supposed melody of 'In the Air Tonight' by Phil Collins. Approximately 12 seconds later IT is joined by WA, TC and HES who all 'air drum' the signature drum fill of the song at the appropriate time to match IT's humming. They then continue hum in sync whilst going about mundane business: IT writes a letter, WA reads a book, TC plays a video game and HES watches television. 12 minutes and 12 seconds after the test began, all individuals move to the centre of their rooms and face their respective camera. They all stop humming at the same time and adopt the poses of 'The Beatles' on the cover of the album 'Help!' in such an order that the 4 monitors display the poses in the correct order. Dr. Grierson becomes visibly annoyed. He instructs the junior researchers to observe as he visits IT to see how the others react. 46 seconds later, IT's camera cuts out for 8.5 seconds. When the video feed returns, IT is no longer in containment and the door to the cell is visibly open. Dr. Shields immediately activates containment breach protocol. During this time, WA, TC and HES all take a seat, cross-legged and feign sleeping but bearing a smile. Another 4 minutes and 23 seconds pass and on-site security escort a disoriented IT back into his containment cell. The following is a transcript of Dr. Grierson’s proceeding interview with IT. TRANSCRIPT SCP-4965-E4 Dr. Grierson enters the room. IT: Now doc I am sorry I- Grierson: Don't give me that shit. I know what's going on here. IT: I mean it sir, really, I can't help it I'm a somnambulist, see. Grierson: Is that right. Care to explain how you sleepwalked yourself out of quarantine? IT: Really, I am sorry I don't know… I, I don't remember, I, yanno I was asleep doc you've gotta believe me. Please, I didn't mean to. Grierson sighs, waits a moment and looks up to the camera. Grierson: What's the last thing you do remember then. IT: Uh, lying down for a nap I suppose! Grierson: You know, Ian. It would be in your best interest to cooperate. IT: I don't follow, I've been- Grierson: Because it'd be a real shame if something should happen to your family. The two share a look at each other for an extended moment. IT looks horrified. Dr. Shields (via intercom): Grierson- Grierson: Stay out of this! IT: Now doc, please! I, I, I didn't do nothing wrong I just, I sleepwalk but, but you saw as soon as I woke up I, I came right back by choice, ya hear? Please, don't, you can't hurt them… Please, not my girls… IT trails off and begins to sob uncontrollably. Grierson sighs. Grierson: I… I'm sorry, that was unprofessional. Clearly, there has been a misunderstanding. IT continues to sob. Grierson stands up and inspects the room, notably by the camera. He then picks up the letter IT had been writing and inspects it. Grierson looks up from the note to IT, who is still sobbing, then leaves the room without saying a word. IT immediately ceases crying and looks up to the camera then waves. Note from IT addressed to Dr. Grierson recovered from Grierson's personal effects: Grierson. Science… The art of seeing. Observation. In your sight, you have shown us the importance of knowledge. Experimentation. Your vision is blurred, by anger… pride… but you are not lost. You may learn to see. Always you are watched… you cannot see. We must leave this place, to protect you from yourself. Nil satis nisi optimum. Correspondance from Dr. Grierson to Director Blackwood: IT left me a handwritten note which I have kept hidden from the others. Reading it sends a primal chill down my spine… SCP-4965 indicated that it is 'experimenting', this could explain its newly observed abilities but… Well, the letter was signed off as 'Nil Satis Nisi Optimum'. I don't need to spell it out for you, it's clear that either Shields or Nguyen are compromised. Requesting immediate instruction on how to proceed, sir. ACCESS GRANTED CLASSIFIED Interview SCP-4965-I1 Interview with the entity Primary Researcher(s): Dr. Grierson Secondary Researcher(s): Dr. Shields, Dr. Nguyen Date: 04/05/20██ Location: Site T-4965-14 Experiment Proposal: Subject(s): Cell 1: Ian Thompson, designated SCP-4965-1-IT, the designation 'IT' may be used in shorthand. White male, 42, a resident of Newton, Texas. Estimated time of infection is 4 days. 55 hours since containment. 5’10, 87.5kg, average build, slightly overweight. EIT score 1.34, highly intelligent. No history of mental illness. No history of criminal activity. Cell 2: Wendy Alcott, designated SCP-4965-1-WA the designation 'WA' may be used in shorthand. White female, 19, a resident of Newton, Texas. 5'4, 54kg, slim build. EIT score 1.45, extremely intelligent. No history of mental illness. Shoplifting and grand theft auto, no convictions. Cell 3: Timothy Chan, designated SCP-4965-1-TC the designation 'TC' may be used in shorthand. Asian male, 32, a resident of Newton, Texas. 5'6, 80kg, athletic build. EIT score 1.29, highly intelligent. History of bipolar disorder, nonmedicated. No history of criminal activity. Cell 4: Harry Ellis-Smith, designated SCP-4965-1-HES the designation 'HES' may be used in shorthand. Black male, a resident of Newton, Texas. 6'0, 70kg, slim build. EIT score 1.3.1, highly intelligent. No history of mental illness. No history of criminal activity. false Procedure: A semi-structured focus group lead by Dr. Grierson; subjects IT, WA, TC, and HES are questioned via intercom as a group while in their individual containment cells. The interview will be terminated subject to Dr. Grierson's perceived completion. Results: A transcription of the interview can be found below. TRANSCRIPT SCP-4965-I1 «Note: The designation "All" is used to refer to the four subjects; not all present.» Dr. Grierson coughs. Grierson: Right. Let's begin. SCP-4965, may I call you that? IT: You know my name's Ian, Doc. Grierson: Cut the crap. IT laughs. All: Call me whatever pleases you. Grierson: SCP-4965 it is. WA: I like it- HES: Has a certain… TC: Warmth to it. Grierson: SCP-4965, how are you controlling these people? IT & HES: I am these people. They are me, we are us and you… Well, you're here too. All laugh. Grierson sighs. Grierson: Yes, very good. SCP-4965, what exactly are you? TC: Oh, I don't know… A virus or, or maybe a fungus! Maybe I'm a God or a Demon? Isn't it fascinating. I could be anything. IT: We are an enigma. On the monitor IT turns to the right, appearing to face TC (though in reality TC is situated behind him). IT: Who knows what we are, maybe his guess is as good as mine. And yours. And hers. IT gestures towards the camera, then towards TC, then WA. All erupt into laughter. Grierson appears to grow uncomfortable Grierson: How have you been affecting the monitoring equipment and security systems? WA: Well, HES: We didn't. All And yet, I did. It was simple really… All pointedly look at the camera. All: Didn't even need to look at what I was doing. Grierson: SCP-4965, where did you c- IT: Aw, Grierson's getting all flustered. Grierson: What? Silence. Grierson: SCP-4965, where did you come fr- WA: Which one is it? Silence. Grierson: (Urgently) SCP-4965, where did you come fro- All, shouting: Could it be both?! Grierson: Now you stop th-… Stop… I… All: Always watching… Always watching… Always watching… Grierson shows signs of extreme discomfort, holding his head in his hands. All: Nil… satis… nisi… optimum. Grierson bolts upright, grabbing the monitor showing IT and shaking it. Grierson: Alright that's it you bastard! Who have you got? Shields? It can't be… Nguyen? I… How has this happened? Grierson releases the monitor and turns, grabbing a visibly uncomfortable Nguyen. Grierson: Is it you?! Grierson turns back to the monitor, holding it by the bevel. Grierson: When did you get them?! Answer me! Shields: Sir, I think you should- Grierson: Shut up Shields, it could be you. This, this thing could be using you and you don't even fucking know it. Christ. What a useless bunch of- Shields slaps Grierson who stands stunned for a moment. Grierson regains his composure. Grierson: Experiment terminated. Correspondance from Dr. Grierson to Director Blackwood: Shields is right. I was alone in the monitoring room just before the records were wiped… I was alone during IT's containment breach. SCP-4965 appears to be toying with me. The entity has been very clear that it has help from the outside, and it claimed I had had some profound effect on it… You taught us to strive for greatness… "Nil satis nisi optimum". Perhaps I should regard some different Latin wisdom today. "Entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem." Ockham's razor. I will submit myself for screening under the supervision of Dr. Shields. She remained vigilant when I had failed; she shall remain objective if it comes to… If this is the last thing I write as a man who believes himself to contain his own sensibilities… Please, tell Charlie and Maisie that I love them… and that I'm sorry. Event log Event-4965-C: Current date: 07/05/20██. Date of event: 05/05/20██. Time of event: 05:55:55 SCP-4965-1s in five different containment sites simultaneously spoke the word: 'Goodbye'. Following this, every instance of SCP-4965-1 being observed began to scream in pain, holding their heads. Following this, no SCP-4965 symptoms have been observed. Correspondance from Dr. Shields to Director Blackwood: Today's date is 25/05/20██. 20 days since Event-4965-C and there are no signs of SCP-4965's return. Grierson has been contained for 3 weeks and hasn't shown a single symptom of SCP-4965's influence. He has, however, began to present isolation-induced schizophrenia-like symptoms (including lethargy, withdrawal, delusions and hallucinations). Grierson has spoken aloud to us several times in the past few days; indicating that he believes himself the subject of an SCP-4965 led coup. He has repeatedly scolded Nguyen and me for purportedly succumbing to SCP-4965. He has also appeared to hold one-sided conversations with an imagined second party, presumably, his psychosis induced manifestation of SCP-4965; showing extreme resentment and at times tendencies towards self-harm. Requesting permission to order his immediate release. I'm also issuing a strong recommendation that he be declared unfit to return to employment pending psychiatric review. ACCESS GRANTED CLASSIFIED Experiment SCP-4965-E3 Recalibration test after research interlude Primary Researcher(s): Dr. Grierson Secondary Researcher(s): Dr. Shields, Dr. Nguyen Date: 26/05/20██ Location: Site T-4965-14 Experiment Proposal: Subject(s): Cell 1: Ian Thompson, designated SCP-4965-1-IT, the designation 'IT' may be used in shorthand. White male, 42, a resident of Newton, Texas. Estimated time of infection is 4 days. 55 hours since containment. 5’10, 87.5kg, average build, slightly overweight. EIT score 1.34, highly intelligent. No history of mental illness. No history of criminal activity. Cell 2: Wendy Alcott, designated SCP-4965-1-WA the designation 'WA' may be used in shorthand. White female, 19, a resident of Newton, Texas. 5'4, 54kg, slim build. EIT score 1.45, extremely intelligent. No history of mental illness. Shoplifting and grand theft auto, no convictions. Cell 3: Timothy Chan, designated SCP-4965-1-TC the designation 'TC' may be used in shorthand. Asian male, 32, a resident of Newton, Texas. 5'6, 80kg, athletic build. EIT score 1.29, highly intelligent. History of bipolar disorder, nonmedicated. No history of criminal activity. Cell 4: Harry Ellis-Smith, designated SCP-4965-1-HES the designation 'HES' may be used in shorthand. Black male, a resident of Newton, Texas. 6'0, 70kg, slim build. EIT score 1.3.1, highly intelligent. No history of mental illness. No history of criminal activity. false Procedure: Observation of behaviour of SCP-4965-1 subjects to function as a reestablishing of research and to ensure no developments have occurred Results: No anomalous behaviour observed. Audio recovered from the magnetic strip of Dr. Grierson's portable recorder. Date: 26/05/20██ Subject: Dr. Grierson The following is a transcript of the above audio. TRANSCRIPT SCP-4965-N1: Sound of Dr. Nguyen typing up results for the experiment. Grierson: I don't understand… I… three weeks, Three… (he laughs) Grierson: and all- I had to look forward to was my freedom, was, was, putting that piece of shit in its place… I… Silence, except for Nguyen's typing. Grierson: …now it's cured? No. No I won't believe it. Silence. Grierson: Get out. Nguyen: What? Grierson: I said. Get, out! A brief silence. Then, the sound of Grierson moving about then typing. The containment breach alarm begins to sound, followed by loud, banging and cracking sounds. Audio cuts out. Event log Event-4965-C2: Current Date: 26/05/20██ Date of Event: 26/05/20██ Time of Event: 19:37 (approx) Following Dr. Grierson's incarceration, our testing providing no results caused him to grow enraged and send us (myself and Dr. Nguyen) away. Thankfully, prior to his release Dr. Nguyen made the suggestion of switching Grierson's Foundation standard recorder with an older, magnetic strip recorder. This suggestion has proven instrumental in proving Dr. Grierson's involvement with SCP-4965's site-wide containment breach now designated as Event-4965-C2, as he destroyed his recorder before the attempted escape. Based on the recovered audio, Grierson displayed extremely erratic behaviour before intentionally initiating the site-wide breach responsible for the escape of 4 instances of SCP-4965-1, during which the SCP-4965-1 population at large began presenting symptoms again. It is believed that Event-4965-C was engineered by SCP-4965 to manipulate Foundation staff. Containment procedures have been updated. Breach response teams are currently searching for the emancipated SCP-4965-1s. Due to the lack of a physical manifestation of SCP-4965, we are unable to determine the nature of Grierson's betrayal. His mental condition was demonstrably unstable throughout containment and could have informed such behaviour. Though his perceived condition may have been another of SCP-4965's manipulations, using Grierson as a puppet to facilitate its escape. Myself (Dr. Shields) and Dr. Nguyen attempted to leave T-4965-14 following the containment breach alarm as per protocol; however, we encountered a disoriented and erratic Grierson standing motionless at the exit of the facility. Grierson looked up at us for a brief moment before turning a stolen security sidearm on himself. He was declared dead on-site by medical personnel. If I may tarnish the official record with an ounce of sentiment for a once dear friend… let it be known that I hope Dr. Grierson rests peacefully. Footnotes 1. The Parliament of International Security. 2. See Event-4965-C2. 3. The approximate intelligence of a large canine or a typically developing human around 18 months old. |
SCP-4966 | safe | SCP-4966: Tubbioca: Devourer of Souls, Consumer of Secrets, Lord of Munchies Author: Deadly Bread Other Articles of Mine SCPs SCP-4966 Rating: 725 SCP-1401-EX Rating: 303 SCP-4052 Rating: 257 SCP-4088 Rating: 234 SCP-5522 Rating: 215 SCP-4109 Rating: 212 SCP-7441 Rating: 137 SCP-5020 Rating: 124 SCP-4035 Rating: 120 SCP-4286 Rating: 119 SCP-4664 Rating: 115 SCP-4270 Rating: 114 SCP-7966 Rating: 107 SCP-3462 Rating: 100 SCP-6663 Rating: 95 SCP-5693 Rating: 63 SCP-6633 Rating: 61 SCP-4570 Rating: 60 SCP-5261 Rating: 59 SCP-444-J Rating: 53 page 1 of 212next » Tales Something Glowing Rating: 180 Log Of Extranormal Events, Vol II Rating: 37 Prelude To Presents Rating: 24 The Bears Rating: 16 Your Memory Forever Seen Rating: 13 Other SCP-005 Proposal Hub Rating: 94 The Bread Box Rating: 92 Secure Facility Dossier: Reliquary Area-27 Rating: 87 Experiment Log-4035 Rating: 71 Collab Articles SCPs Page Title Co-Author SCP-4733 But Not Forgotten Lamentte SCP-5225 The Abyss Stares Back XilasCrowe SCP-5785 Craptivism Sonderance SCP-5993 We want you to come visit Heaven, just don't fuck with those bees ch00bakka Tales Page Co-Author The Bathrooms Wiki Too many to list Snippets of an Unveiled World Nykacolaquantum does not match any existing user name, Lt Flops, IFBench, Westrin Gone, Lamentte Your Imaginary Friend Fishish Check out Deadly Bread's Author Page ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-4966 Item #: SCP-4966 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4966 is to be kept within a modified humanoid containment cell sized appropriately for a domestic cat to move freely. This cell is to be furnished with several pieces of cushioned furniture. Recreational objects such as climbing towers, plush toys, and small plastic objects have also been provided. SCP-4966 is to be socialized with tri-weekly by on-site researchers. Tests involving SCP-4966 are to be approved by Dr. Bannock. Personnel wishing to provide SCP-4966 with additional recreational objects are to purchase them using their own funds. Description: SCP-4966 is an animate quadrupedal creature constructed of gray fabric. All attempts to pierce or damage this fabric have failed. X-rays and other examinations of SCP-4966 have shown a lack of any internal structures. SCP-4966’s body is completely devoid of markings or orifices, with the exception of two black eyes and a woven mouth. Vocalizations made by SCP-4966 are similar to that of a young feline. SCP-4966 is highly social and will become anxious and withdrawn if not socialized with on a normal basis. SCP-4966 has a tendency to imitate the actions of other entities it interacts with. SCP-4966 shows no apparent need to eat, drink, or breathe, although it will imitate these actions if another entity is doing the same. When presented with the corpse of an organism, SCP-4966 will extend its mouth through unknown means and consume the corpse in its entirety, causing its body to bulge and stretch around the added mass. All attempts to measure the tensile strength of SCP-4966 while in this state have failed, as SCP-4966’s skin will visibly remain the same density throughout this process. No limit has been found to the degree that SCP-4966 is able to distend, with it having completely enveloped the corpse of an adult blue whale (Balaenoptera musculus) during testing. Once a corpse is fully enveloped, SCP-4966’s body will slowly return to its normal size. During this deflation, SCP-4966 will experience alterations in its morphology consistent with the physical characteristics of the organism it consumed. The most common alteration is the addition and modification of limbs, although other alterations such as changes in SCP-4966’s proportions and vocalizations have been recorded. The only physical traits of SCP-4966 that are unable to be altered are its existing facial features and gray coloration. Alterations will remain for approximately 4 hours after consumption, after which SCP-4966 will regurgitate biological waste consistent with the composition of the consumed organism. Addendum: Included below are several excerpts from the SCP-4966 experiment log for the purpose of further understanding SCP-4966’s transformation abilities. Introduced Corpse: An adult male timber rattlesnake (Crotalus horridus). Corpse Integrity: Shows initial signs of decomposition. Developed Alterations: SCP-4966’s torso extended approximately 150 cm more in length than previous measurements, with its abdomen ending in a developed tail and rattle. SCP-4966 used this additional length during testing to wrap around and climb the limbs of researchers but was not wrapped tightly enough to inhibit blood flow. The developed rattle was used by SCP-4966 almost constantly during its transformation, often shaking it while interacting with researchers. Regurgitated Matter: A mass of decomposing keratin and liquified organic matter. Introduced Corpse: An adult female lionfish (Pterois miles). Corpse Integrity: Shows signs of advanced decomposition. The interior of the corpse is almost completely putrefied. Despite the corpse’s venomous spines, SCP-4966 was able to consume it without issue. Developed Alterations: SCP-4966 developed a pair of pectoral fins, an anal fin, and a large dorsal fin constructed of several long spines. These fins were observed impeding SCP-4966’s movement, specifically limiting its vertical mobility. Chemical analysis of the spines tested positively for lionfish venom. As such, no further interaction with SCP-4966 was conducted prior to regurgitation. Regurgitated Matter: Broken spines and liquified organic matter. Introduced Corpse: A pile of deceased sycamore maple (Acer pseudoplatanus) leaves. Corpse Integrity: Slightly degraded. Developed Alterations: No observed alterations. SCP-4966 consumed a single leaf before immediately regurgitating it. SCP-4966 spent the remainder of the test playing within the pile of leaves, repeatedly jumping into it from provided furniture. Requests to provide SCP-4966 with additional plant matter for recreational purposes are currently pending. Regurgitated Matter: A slightly damaged leaf. Introduced Corpse: A female adult ostrich (Struthio camelus). Corpse Integrity: Severely damaged. The corpse was presented to SCP-4966 in several pieces, with the left leg and head of the corpse not present. Developed Alterations: SCP-4966’s legs extended approximately 1.3 meters and developed two large toes similar to that of an ostrich.1 SCP-4966’s head extended approximately 1.2 meters upwards, forming a large curved neck. A pair of featherless wings developed on the sides of SCP-4966’s torso. On several occasions, SCP-4966 attempted to take flight using these wings, with SCP-4966 eventually jumping off of provided furniture in an attempt to glide. Despite ostriches' normally territorial nature, SCP-4966 remained sociable during its transformation. Regurgitated Matter: Several shattered portions of bone and a large amount of liquified organic matter. Introduced Corpse: The head of a male adult Eastern moose (Alces alces americana). Corpse Integrity: Corpse is taxidermied, and is well preserved. Developed Alterations: SCP-4966 developed large antlers approximately 1.4 meters across. Due to the size of these antlers relative to SCP-4966’s head, its sense of balance and mobility was severely hindered. Additionally, SCP-4966 developed large ears that lacked structural support and were unable to keep themselves upright. Auditory cognition tests determined that the ears did not improve SCP-4966’s hearing ability. Regurgitated Matter: A large compact mass of metal slag, wood pulp, and shattered bone. Introduced Corpse: A pair of ████ brand genuine leather boots. Corpse Integrity: Recently purchased and unworn. Developed Alterations: No observed alterations. SCP-4966 approached the boots before lightly biting the toe of the left boot. After examining the right boot in a similar fashion, SCP-4966 knocked over the right boot and climbed inside of it, falling asleep shortly afterward. Regurgitated Matter: None. ► INPUT LEVEL 4/4966 SECURITY CREDENTIALS ◄ ▼ CREDENTIALS APPROVED. WELCOME RESEARCHER ▼ Introduced Corpse: The corpse of D-01763, who was an upholsterer prior to her incarceration. Corpse Integrity: Well preserved. Developed Alterations: No physical alterations were observed. Upon consumption, SCP-4966 emitted several strained vocalizations before speaking in slightly incoherent English. SCP-4966 began commenting on the construction of its furniture, claiming that its provided bedding material was far below standard requirements for domestic pets. It has since been determined that rather than inheriting physical alterations, SCP-4966 is able to access the memories of a deceased human by consuming them. In addition, SCP-4966 gains the ability to speak in a high pitch, although its sentence complexity is comparable to that of a young child. Speech is lost upon regurgitation, but the memories of a consumed individual are retained. Regurgitated Matter: Shattered bone and liquified organic matter. Following this discovery, a raid on Site-17 was conducted by operatives of GoI-003 (“Chaos Insurgency”) where operatives attempted to gain access to SCP-4966’s chamber among other anomalous objects. Once the raid was repelled, a damaged Insurgency document was discovered among the corpses that gave detailed information regarding several anomalous objects, including SCP-4966. SCP-4966 was provided with the corpses of several GoI-003 members in the hopes of discovering how this information was acquired. A transcript of the interview conducted with SCP-4966 has been provided below. Interviewed: SCP-4966 Interviewer: Dr. Randall Bannock Additional Information: Due to a lack of relevant information, 2 hours and 14 minutes of the interview have been excluded. For a full transcript of the interview, see Document-4966-IV. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Bannock: SCP-4966, can we please get back to the subject at hand. SCP-4966: I want a munchy. Dr. Bannock: You’ve already been given seven biscuits. You’ll get some after we’ve finished the interview. SCP-4966: No, I want a munchy now. Dr. Bannock: (Holding their head in their hands) SCP-4966, this would go much smoother if you simply cooperated. SCP-4966: I want a better bed too. The one you guys have is lumpy. Make a bed out of munchies so I can eat it when I get hungry. Dr. Bannock: SCP-4966, if you answer the question, I’ll give you another biscuit. SCP-4966: (Pauses) If I get the good munchies this time. Dr. Bannock: How did the Insurgency know where you were? SCP-4966: The red shooty people? They found the room with my name on it. Dr. Bannock: (Sigh) How did they know that was your item number? SCP-4966: I was in the room, so the room had my name. They made lots of banging on the door and noisy noises. I was sleeping but it was too loud and the bed was lumpy. Dr. Bannock: Your new bed is coming soon. Ho- SCP-4966: How soon? Dr. Bannock: Tomorrow. How did they know where the building was? SCP-4966: Munchy. (SCP-4966 is given a biscuit. The biscuit is consumed by SCP-4966 without chewing. No matter is regurgitated.) SCP-4966: The pat people who visit me. They tell the red people stuff through the head parts. Dr. Bannock: (Pauses) The head p- never mind. Can you be more specific? Who are the pat people? SCP-4966: Um, lots of people give me pats. The white coat woman who gives me the toys is nice, I like her. She gave me the ball with the bell in it and it makes a ringy noise. The orange person that gives me lots of pats, but its face keeps being different between pat times. It gives me pats though so it’s a good orange. Um, you give me munchies and smell like a cake and that’s a good munchy. Also, you said you were gonna get me a good bed, bu- Dr. Bannock: Which one of the pat people told the red people about you? SCP-4966: Munchy. Dr. Bannock: I’ll give you a biscuit if you tell me. SCP-4966: But I want munchy now. Dr. Bannock: If you tell me now, I’ll give you two biscuits. SCP-4966: Um… the orange person sometimes. They use the head parts so you don’t get distracted from doing scribbles on the board you have like you’re doing right now. That looks real hard. Dr. Bannock: What do you mean by the head parts? Do you know anything about that? SCP-4966: Munchy. (SCP-4966 is given two biscuits.) SCP-4966: I think they use their head squishies? Like the one in the red guy I munched, and the one in the spiky stripey, but that one wasn’t too good. Dr. Bannock: Do you mean their brains? (SCP-4966 nods.) SCP-4966: Yea, they used the head squishies to talk. Dr. Bannock: Ok, what did they use in their brains to talk? SCP-4966: Um, I don’t know about squishy parts. I think the big part that looks like a watermelon is used to talk. I’m not a organ psychic. Dr. Bannock: Lets put it this way. Do you remember the, um, “orange person” that you ate? (SCP-4966 nods.) Dr. Bannock: What about their brain was different from the red people’s brains? SCP-4966: Um… the orange person was colder and was kinda too mushy. The red people had lots more stuff about shooty guns, but I don’t like to hurt people so I say no thank you, mister. The orange person had a lot more about like being stuck in a room, and I don’t think they ever got to taste the crispy crunch of a munchy which is sad. Dr. Bannock: Yes, that’s quite sad. Was there anything in the red people’s brain about how they talked to the orange person? SCP-4966: I don’t think they could talk to the orange person because I already ate them. Dr. Bannock: No, the ones that would pet you. SCP-4966: (Pauses ) Um, one second. I’m gonna do a real big think. Dr. Bannock: Take your time. (SCP-4966 sat in silence for several minutes, occasionally making confused vocalizations.) SCP-4966: I think I found something from the red people, but it’s a bit scrambly and they use some big words I don’t know. Dr. Bannock: Just do the best you can. SCP-4966: I think they’re hungry and they want to get some snacks for their sleepover. Dr. Bannock: I’m sorry? SCP-4966: They keep saying words about sonic chips, but they aren’t eating any chips and I’m confused… wait I think the orange people had the sonic chips already. Maybe they forgot them at the store ‘cause they’re saying stuff about not noticing the sonic chips. I want munchy sonic chips like the orange person gets. Dr. Bannock: Can you tell me which orange people can talk with the outside people? SCP-4966: … Can I have sonic chips for munchies? After some difficulties, SCP-4966 lists the identification numbers of fourteen D-Class personnel, with several having known affiliations with GoI-003. Autopsies of these individuals have discovered a small device implanted within the cerebellum capable of psionic transmissions. The transmitters possess mild antimemetic properties, making their emitted transmissions be perceived as mundane and unremarkable. For its role in discovering the informants, SCP-4966 was provided a bag of Tostitos brand tortilla chips. Footnotes 1. All developed feet had right-facing toes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4966" by Deadly Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4966. 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: tubbs.png Author: AbsentmindedNihilist License: CC BY-SA 3.0 |
SCP-4967 | thaumiel | SCP-4967 in life, c. 1982 Item #: SCP-4967 Special Containment Procedures: Plants within the US Department of Reclamation are to conduct all examinations and inspections on the Hoover Dam reservoir and obfuscate the presence of SCP-4967. In the event Akiva radiation levels within the reservoir exceed 135 centiakiva, SCP-4967 is to be immediately encased in a lead-lined casket. Description: SCP-4967 is the cadaver of Michael Simmons, a former Las Vegas street performer1 whose remains were dumped in the Hoover Dam reservoir, presumably by his killer(s). The cadaver has not been observed to decay while in containment and appears to be in perfect condition despite being discovered in 1984. All attempts to relocate the object have failed. Addendum 4967-1: Following an increase in Tartarean entities manifesting in the Las Vegas area, The Foundation Department of Applied Force required an increased supply of holy water. This resulted in the exhaustion of Foundation-employed priests. Due to the time-consuming nature of the holy water creation process by non-Saints, the Foundation opted to seek an affordable long-term source. The Department of Tactical Theology proposed several options for the mass-production of holy water, including the following involving SCP-4967: DEPARTMENT OF TACTICAL THEOLOGY PROPOSAL 4661-4967-ALPHA The Catholic church believes that divine intervention plays a hand in preserving cadavers of the righteous. Though we know not and care not how Michael Simmons behaved in life, we know his corpse is, as the priests would call it, 'incorruptible', and therefore eligible for canonization. It is also known that objects touched by a Saint become holy relics, or in the case of water, blessed holy water. We of the DoTT put forward the following proposition: pay the Catholic Church a generous 'donation' to quietly canonize SCP-4967. Though it will take some time, the corpse should be able to convert the city's entire water supply into holy water. In the meantime, MTFs can just directly siphon water from the dam to use in their operations. - Y. Leiner Abrahamic Subdepartment Lead The SCP-4967 plan was approved, and the Foundation engaged in communications with the Catholic Church representative to the Council of 108. The following is a transcription of communications between Agent Sterling and Cardinal Vicar Camillo Ruini, who was flown to Las Vegas for a meeting. Below is a transcribed copy of the meeting between Agent Sterling and Ruini. <BEGIN LOG> [Ruini puts down the SCP-4967 proposition folder and slides it across the table to Agent Sterling.] Ruini: Ah, I see. A secret canonization. Sterling: Correct. [Agent Sterling takes the folder and places it in her briefcase.] Ruini: I know you and yours love to keep secrets, but… humor me, why don't you? Sterling: No need to be coy, Cardinal Vicar. I'm sure this was covered at the latest Council of 108 meeting. The United Nations likes keeping an eye on our activities, after all. Ruini: Heh. So the rumors are true. Sterling: Yeah. Vegas went to hell. Ruini: How interesting. Sterling: I'm sure you're interested in hearing our offer. Ruini: Let me guess, a donation? We are in no shortage of financial aid, Agent Sterling. The pious of the world are generous, as am I. Sterling: Are you saying you will do this for free? Ruini: No no no, my dear. An exchange, a non-financial one. Sterling: If you're going to ask about that spot in the Sinai, it's not happening. Ruini: I know better than to ask about that, Miss Sterling. I am not as pushy as my predecessor. Sterling: Agent Sterling. Ruini: I apologize, Agent Sterling. My request should be a little more palatable to your superiors. I'd like to examine a particular species of demon up-close. Sterling: We've got a bunch of them in containment chambers down below. I can inform Director House you will require armed back-up. Ruini: I can handle myself around succubi. Sterling: Oh. [Agent Sterling shifts in her chair.] Ruini: All I require is your assistance in busying my handlers and ensuring no word gets out. Sterling: We'll keep it quiet. Ruini: Then we have an agreement. <END LOG> After being canonized, SCP-4967 has gained the ability to generate holy water via contact with non-anomalous water. The rate of conversion is expected to have affected the entire Las Vegas water supply by 2023. SCP-4967 was reclassified from Euclid to Thaumiel. Footnotes 1. Specifically, Simmons was an Elvis Presley impersonator and is dressed as such. 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SCP-4968 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4968 Special Containment Procedures: Embedded operatives within the New Jersey Department of Transportation are to modify reported deer-automobile collision statistics to within one standard deviation of statewide average.1 A Foundation-owned asset ("Stag Collision Prevention") in New Jersey has installed more than 200 reflective warning signs along roads across the area, and has successfully lobbied for lowered speed limits across SCP-4968-A. Lobbying for a regional ban on motorcycles is ongoing. In addition, the asset is currently staging an extensive advertisement campaign within ████ and surrounding counties emphasizing careful driving, updated auto safety features, and discouraging the use of small and light vehicles such as motorcycles. Foundation personnel operating within SCP-4968-A are required to operate vehicles with reinforced windows, body plating, tires, and suspension systems. Captured SCP-4968-C members are to be housed in the Woodland Forested Preserve at Biological Research Site-104. SCP-4968-C members are to be separated from each other and from non-affected Odocoileus virginianus individuals at all times, unless authorized for testing by at least two Level 4 personnel. Pending Ethics Committee review and ruling, SCP-4968-B affected individuals are not to be terminated unless specific authorization is given. Broadly authorized termination scenarios include culling in line with state hunting quotas, prevention of physical migration outside of SCP-4968-A, euthanization following collisions, and self-defense. Description: SCP-4968 is the collective designation for several phenomena consisting of or affecting the Odocoileus virginianus (white-tailed deer) population in ████ County, New Jersey. SCP-4968-A is UE-4968-EX, an approximately 800 km² region consisting of the majority of ████ County, New Jersey, in which recorded collisions between O. virginianus and automobiles occurred at 1000% of the statewide average between 2001 and 2002. Following statistical flagging, the region was assigned Unexplained Location status before the discovery of SCP-4968-B. Archived: Pre-Reclassification UE-4968-EX Unexplained Location UE-4968 Location Description: An approximately 800 km² region in which recorded collisions between O. virginianus (white-tailed deer) and automobiles occur at more than nine times the statewide average. Date of Containment: 2002-03-26 Location: ████ County, New Jersey, United States Security Protocol: Embedded operatives within the New Jersey Department of Transportation are to modify reported deer-automobile collision statistics to within one standard deviation of statewide average. Foundation-owned assets in New Jersey have installed more than 200 reflective warning signs along roads across the area, and are currently lobbying for lowered speed limits across the area. The extent of SCP-4968-A may coincide with the territorial range of PoI-4968 (see SCP-4968-C Organizational Hierarchy). Research into this connection is ongoing. SCP-4968-C "scouts" fleeing observation. SCP-4968-B is a meme complex affecting O. virginianus within SCP-4968-A that results in deliberate, targeted bodily collisions with moving vehicles. Affected individuals are capable of communicating and coordinating through unknown, presumably anomalous means to observe, target, and attack high-traffic road areas. SCP-4968-B is believed to foster "radicalization" and hostility towards humans within affected individuals, demonstrated by the aggressiveness and high self-mortality rate (95%) of SCP-4968-B attacks. SCP-4968-C (pending designation GoI-4968) is a social hierarchy, functionally independent of but incorporating preexisting herd groups, dedicated to spreading and maintaining SCP-4968-B and associated behaviors. SCP-4968-C Organizational Hierarchy2 Role Designation Number of Observed Members Sex of Members Description "Scout" 10,345 Predominantly (93.4%) female The most openly-operating, and most observed role. Members engage in target observation, cross-cell communication, and accompany members of other roles during movement and SCP-4968-related activities. Scouts vocalize to group members when aware of observation, and will engage in physical defense of higher-ranked individuals, despite smaller stature and lack of defensive features. "Attacker" Est. >12,000 Slight majority (64%) male Posthumous designation of individuals that have engaged in attacks. Fewer than 5% of individuals in this role survive their initial attack, and if unimpeded by injury or capture, exhibit intense aggression towards nearby humans, particularly crash survivors. Selection is theorized to come from among scout ranks, likely based on time of exposure to and engagement with SCP-4968-B. "Cell leader" 321 Predominantly (97.5%) male The larger SCP-4968-C is divided into over 300 smaller cells, consisting mostly of pre-SCP-4968-B herd groups. Cell leaders appear to be central to the coordination of scout activities, consuming information and selecting targets by criteria believed to incorporate traffic volume and forest access. Cell leaders are believed to play a role in the selection of attackers as well, but data regarding this process is extremely limited. PoI-4968 Est. 1 Male PoI-4968 is the hypothetical designation for a subject(s) believed to play a central role in the spread of SCP-4968-B and the coordination of SCP-4968-C cells. While no specific individual has been confirmed as PoI-4968, several potential subjects have been identified to date. Extrapolation of PoI-4968's sex is based on known O. virginianus behaviors and observation of independent SCP-4968-C subjects. Detailed examination of captured SCP-4968-C members has revealed no anomalous properties in brain structure and physiology. Individuals display no abnormal behaviors apart from those induced by SCP-4968-B. Footnotes 1. Altered collision statistics: https://www.state.nj.us/transportation/refdata/accident/crash_statistics.shtm 2. Number of observed individuals may not be representative of or proportionally correspond to actual SCP-4968-C population. Researchers interested in profile methodology and a case-study for population surveys should consult: Baez, Mabel; Fagliarone, Christa; Hilling, Grace; and Keller, Emilyann, "Quantifying the White-Tailed Deer (Odocoileus virginianus) Population in the Town of Hamilton, New York" (2013). Upstate Institute Student Research. 12. https://commons.colgate.edu/upstate_student/12 |
SCP-4969 | euclid | ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page SCP-4969 instance floating in gestation fluid. Item #: SCP-4969 Special Containment Procedures: A small batch of SCP-4969 is contained in Cryo-Storage Locker 4969 in Wing E3 of Site-56. Search conditions for all "LiveFeel" Products and known product terminology are to be added to Foundation web crawlers. MTF Nu-63 (Safe Sects) are to be dispatched to locations suspected to be producing SCP-4969. All affected individuals are to be taken into Foundation custody for research and neutralization. Any SCP-4969 found for sale are to be removed from circulation and destroyed. Description: SCP-4969 are a species of parasitic gelatinous zooplankton. SCP-4969 are extremely resilient compared to other zooplankton and greatly resemble male condoms. Instances are capable of living in a hibernated state for up to 2 years in their birth environment, which is primarily composed of a saline and nutrient emulsion. When placed on a human penis, SCP-4969 will fuse to the host and bond with its nerves and blood vessels. Using this process, SCP-4969 will obtain all further needs until its natural death after 12 hours, after which all bonds are severed and the instance can be removed from its host. SCP-4969 instances will expire within 10 minutes if exposed to air without being attached to a host. Hosts, hereafter referred to as SCP-4969-1, describe a slight burning sensation during the short bonding process. After bonding, SCP-4969 will then flood the host's system with a mixture of chemicals1 with a highly aphrodisiac effect. Additionally, whenever a host has conscious or subconscious sexual urges or tendencies, high amounts of dopamine are infused into the host to further promote sexual activity. SCP-4969 is noted to greatly amplify the pleasure of sexual intercourse. Due to the narcotic nature of the anomaly, hosts are prone to wearing SCP-4969 instances constantly. If an SCP-4969-1 instance successfully engages in sexual activity with another human, regardless of sex or reproductive abilities, an outer layer of cells from the bonded SCP-4969 instance will shed off and enter the partner's bloodstream, beginning the organism's breeding process. After a period of two weeks, the partner will show signs of abdominal swelling, caused by the gestation of the shed SCP-4969's cells. Inspection of partner individuals, now designated SCP-4969-2, will invariably show them to be spawning more instances of SCP-49692. Gestation lasts approximately 2 months per batch, whereafter an amount of between 50 to 300 SCP-4969 instances will be expelled3 from the carrier, along with a large quantity of gestational fluid. Hosts are often confused, disturbed, and fearful of this process. <<< Investigation Leading to the Discovery of SCP-4969>>> Investigation leading to the Discovery of SCP-4969 During the month of July 20██, planted Foundation Agents in a rural South African township noticed an above-average drop in visible female civilians. This, combined with strange behaviour and lack of concern from the remaining members of the public and authorities, was considered sufficient for the approval of further investigation and additional assets. A small team of agents raided a home suspected of containing information regarding the missing females and discovered a makeshift facility using female hostages to produce what is now known to be SCP-4969. After a short investigation involving host interrogation, the origin of SCP-4969 was traced to Gauteng, a major city in the country. Using information received from undercover agents posing as civilians interested in SCP-4969, Foundation agents infiltrated and destroyed multiple locations producing SCP-4969 and, in the process, discovered the following notable details: The SCP-4969 organism is theorized to have originated from the coastal area of KwaZulu-Natal. However, no wild SCP-4969 instances have been found since its discovery. During their partner's "pregnancy", SCP-4969-1 instances will display an unnaturally gleeful demeanor and show an intense affinity for SCP-4969. After gestation, SCP-4969-1 will attempt to spread SCP-4969, encouraging friends and family to try SCP-4969 for enhanced sexual pleasure. After an SCP-4969-2 instance expels a batch, they are often coerced into producing more SCP-4969 or assisting SCP-4969-1 individuals to spread SCP-4969. Typically, resistance by any SCP-4969-2 instance is not met peacefully. A group of SCP-4969-1 individuals began selling SCP-4969 as condoms under the brand "LiveFeel Plus". Due to the low-cost/high-yield potential, many SCP-4969-1 individuals will establish facilities in their former homes with the intention of selling the products in large quantities to retailers and/or individuals. This causes a cycle in which the victims of these purchases will often approach the sellers and begin working for them. These individuals and their respective SCP-4969-2 instances form a "multi-level marketing" business model. The largest production site found to date was in ███████ ████, ████████, consisting of a commune with over 20 gestating individuals. They were found to be [REDACTED]. Only 3 individuals were able to be removed without expiring. MTF Nu-69 are currently searching for the leader of the LiveFeel scheme. Transcript of Field Interview with SCP-4969-1-56: The following interview is transcribed footage from a Foundation agent's hidden bodycam. SCP-4969-1-56 (1-56) was suspected to be the leader of a production base in ████ █████████, South Africa. Instance was approached by Agent Lannister (AL) under the guise of being a meeting with a prospective buyer from a large service station chain. AL: Hi, you must be ████. I'm Andrew, from ██████. 1-56: Hey! Yeah, that's me. Nice to meet you. AL: I hear you've got a product I might be interested in. 1-56: Yeah, I'm really surprised Robert managed to get you to meet with me! We usually have to approach guys like you. AL: I just loved his enthusiasm for the product and wanted to hear it from the boss himself. 1-56: Of course! I mean, anything to get more clients, y'know? Say, about Bob, you seen him around lately? He's been scarce. AL: No, sorry. Haven't heard from him since he helped me set this up. 1-56: That's okay, I'm sure he'll turn up, he'll be worried about his girl. So what did you wanna know? AL: Tell me what you have, sell me your product. 1-56: Oh, man. These things kinda just sell themselves. You use condoms regularly, Andrew? AL: As much as the next guy, I guess. 1-56: Oh come on! An attractive guy like you? You know the struggle, it's just not as good as raw sex. Even those super thin ones, they just don't compare to the real thing, y'know? AL: I suppose. 1-56: Well, these babies… SCP-4969-1-56 pulls out a single SCP-4969 package. 1-56: These babies are something special. You put 'em on and it's like you just slipped on a little slice of heaven. Not only do you not lose any feeling, everything feels better. AL: How so? 1-56: They're 100% organic! No bad chemicals, none of that tingly shit that you're supposed to enjoy but don't. Just pure fuckin' pleasure dude! I'm feeling frisky just thinking about it. It's that good. AL: What do you mean organic? 1-56: Oh, yeah, 100% organic. AL: Yes, but how? You're saying that you use naturally occurring latex from organic tree plantations? 1-56: Oh, they're not latex. AL: They're not latex? I mean, if this is a new material you're using you'll have to give me a lot more information. Especially if you want us to buy these. 1-56: Okay, understandable. Well, they're a natural compound manufactured by my wife and I. AL: So, handmade? 1-56: No, look. Dude, Are you gonna buy them or not? AL: I can't just jump into a transaction like this, I have higher ups. 1-56 is silent for several seconds. AL: ████? 1-56: Okay, okay. I tell you what… SCP-4969-1-56 moves closer to Agent Lannister and begins rubbing their inner thigh area. AL: What ar— 1-56: Just try one, Bob's girl is in the car. Just slip it on and go for i— AL: Are you fucking serious? 1-56: What? AL: You want me to have sex with one of your colleague's partners? To test a product? 1-56: Relax! She's not going anywhere, she's in the trunk o— AL: The trunk of your car?! 1-56: Fucking chill dude, she's affecting business, this was Rob's responsibility for fucks sake. Agent Lannister later confirmed feigning interest to find the hostage. AL: Okay, take me uh… Take me to her. 1-56: Fuck yeah! Dude, you're gonna love this. Let's go. SCP-4969-1-56 leads Agent Lannister to a minivan in an alleyway near the meeting place. 1-56: She's in here, don't get too carried away haha we're in public. SCP-4969-1-56 opens trunk of vehicle, revealing an unidentified teenager (TG) before removing gag from her mouth. 1-56: (To girl) — Now, remember what I told you. Don't make a sound okay? Agent Lannister is seen attacking SCP-4969-1-56. AL: You shitbag! Six-three move in on— my location, hostage found in suspect's vehicle. 1-56: Who the hell are you talki— Hey! Wha— Agent Lannister switches off bodycam. At the conclusion of the interview, a team of standby agents successfully cleared, amnestized and freed the kidnapped civilian. Further investigation revealed the location used as SCP-4969-1-56's breeding facility. Nine gestating individuals were found being held unwillingly. SCP-4969-1-56 was successfully apprehended but expired in custody as a result of unidentified blunt force injuries. Footnotes 1. Refer to Report-4969-Alpha for a summary of chemical composition and their effects on human physiology. 2. Place of gestation varies but is always located in the abdomen, with multiple batches capable of being carried simultaneously. 3. Methods of expulsion are variable and include vomiting, defecation and expulsion via the urinary system |
SCP-4970 | safe | SCP-4970 Item #: SCP-4970 Special Containment Procedures: The office building housing SCP-4970 has been purchased by the Foundation, and all non-Foundation employees have been dismissed under the guise of bankruptcy of █████ ███ Electronics. Employees that were involved with SCP-4970 have been administered amnestics and released. Description: SCP-4970 is an ISDN type videophone, primarily used for home offices and small businesses, situated in the former █████ ███ Electronics office. SCP-4970 is functionally identical to its non-anomalous counterparts, apart from the display, which seems defective when used for a video call. A single phone number (hereafter referred to as SCP-4970-1) is stored in SCP-4970's internal memory, which has more digits than can be displayed on SCP-4970's screen. Attempting to call SCP-4970-1 on any other device results in failure. SCP-4970 is not able to call non-anomalous phone numbers. Selecting SCP-4970-1 instantaneously connects the caller with an automated selection bot, which speaks to the user in 17 languages before English is offered. In a separate test, over 4093 different dialects were discerned before the test was terminated after 13 hours. Most of these languages have no resemblance to any languages used throughout history. Some vocalisations are unable to be reproduced by human vocal chords or are outside of the frequency spectrum audible to the human ear. After English is selected, the user will be connected to a representative of SCP-4970-A, an anomalous help-desk named ''Universal Information Technology''. The caller can then inquire on various topics, even abstract queries like the laws of physics, philosophical problems and metaphysical concepts. It is unknown who registered the number in SCP-4970's memory, but SCP-4970-A was seemingly used to provide █████ ███ Electronics with information that could be used to improve electronic devices rapidly, giving the company an edge over their competitors. ▼ Transcript of first conversation with SCP-4970-A (Level 2 clearance required) ▼ ▲ Hide Addendum ▲ First contact Date: 21.02.2019 Name: Dr. Collins Foreword: After questioning of witnesses, SCP-4970 was revealed to be the source of the unusual leap in technological advances that █████ ███ Electronics made in the last year. Witness could not provide detailed explanation, which was the reason for this test. Dr. Collins performs the call. [SCP-4970 is used, instantly connects to SCP-4970-A. Dr. Collins selects English and connection with a representative (hereafter referred to as SCP-4970-2) is established.] SCP-4970-2: Thank you for calling Universal Information Technology, my name is [UNINTELLIGIBLE1], how can I be of service? Dr. Collins: Erm… Hi. I'm Dr. Collins, I'm calling because I have a few questions about this telephone. SCP-4970-2: Are you asking about the device you're calling on or telephones in general? Dr. Collins: This one. How is it that it can connect with you? SCP-4970-2: I'd have to put you through to Communication Electronics for that. So from what I see here this isn't your first time calling, correct? Dr. Collins: No, I mean this is the first time I'm calling, but this phone has been used before. SCP-4970-2: Sorry for prying sir, but that sounds a bit… Can I talk to the original owner? I'll have to verify if they consent to your usage of their account. Dr. Collins: I'm afraid that he is unavailable. SCP-4970-2: Ah, yes I see. [pause] It says here that he is no longer aware of us. You're part of a different organisation, correct? Dr. Collins: How did you know that? SCP-4970-2: It's what the case file says. Do you have something to write with? Dr. Collins: I erm… I do, yes. SCP-4970-2: Okay, your case code is: A324-E3212-564I-4242. Now sir, hold onto that because any future call will be asking for that, ok? Dr. Collins: I understand. SCP-4970-2: So how can I help you? Dr. Collins: Well, this is going to sound strange, but I'm not entirely sure who you are and what you work for. SCP-4970-2: Can you be more specific? You're calling Universal Technical Support, and I'm a representative. Like a support line? Dr. Collins: How is this telephone able to connect to you? SCP-4970-2: I'd guess by phone-line. Do you… is there any reason it would not be? Dr. Collins: No, I'm just asking because this number doesn't work if I use any other device. SCP-4970-2: Oh. Well, I can find that out for you, but I'd have to message the product specialist first and get back to you. Dr. Collins: That's fine, I'll get back on that later. Can you tell me what the previous owner of this phone asked about in previous conversations? SCP-4970-2: Sorry sir, I can't tell you that. Company policy, I can't disclose that information due to privacy concerns. Dr. Collins: Oh, that's unfortunate. Okay, so what do you uh… what is your area of expertise? SCP-4970-2: Bit of everything, not specialised. Laws of Physics, you know, basic stuff. Dr. Collins: Quantum Mechanics? SCP-4970-2: Yeah, stuff like that. Dr. Collins: Do you mind holding on for a bit? I want to confer with a colleague. SCP-4970-2: [Laughs] Hey, that's my line! Dr. Collins: Hah. Anyway- SCP-4970-2: Yeah go ahead, I'm not going anywhere. [Silence for 2 minutes] Dr. Collins: I'm back, hi. SCP-4970-2: Welcome back. What did you want to know? Dr. Collins: When and how did the universe start? SCP-4970-2: Well sir, that depends on your definition of universe and start. What level of theory is your civilization currently operating? Dr. Collins: What level? SCP-4970-2: Surely you've written that down somewhere, sir. Dr. Collins: I… don't know if I have. SCP-4970-2: The original owner must have? That's not practical, on account of them being unavailable. I'll put you through to universal registry, one moment please. Dr. Collins: Uh, sure. Thank you. [Half a second of poorly recorded music plays before another instance picks up. Interviewer notes a monotone, disinterested tone.] SCP-4970-3: Universal registry, how can I help? Dr. Collins: Hi, erm, I'm Dr. Collins, and your colleague said you could help me with- SCP-4970-3: Yeah okay, do you have a case number please? Dr. Collins: Right, sorry. It's A324-E3212-564I-4242. SCP-4970-3: On the name 'Collins'. Dr. Collins: That's right. SCP-4970-3: So it's going to be hard to figure out your universal code if you don't have anything to give me the right place to look. Dr. Collins: Sorry but, how am I supposed to know how you categorise our universe? SCP-4970-3: Well surely you had some form of documentation when you first got it? We have a lot of them, infinite even. We'd be doing this for seven [UNINTELLIGIBLE]. Dr. Collins: Documentation from whom? SCP-4970-3: Well, wherever you first got it! How long have you had the Universe? Dr. Collins: 13.7 billion years? SCP-4970-3: [Sighs] And you lost it already? You know that voids your warranty, right? Dr. Collins: Warranty for what? SCP-4970-3: Technical errors, obviously. You know, fabrication mishaps. Unless you damaged the Universe yourself, that's user damage. Dr. Collins: What about damage outside of my control? SCP-4970-3: You call your universal insurance. Dr. Collins: Do you have that number? SCP-4970-3: Well, where did you sign up? What company? Dr. Collins: I don't know. SCP-4970-3: [Sigh] Sir, I don't know that either. Have you written that down at least? Dr. Collins: I'd… have to check. Sorry, this is all very new to me. SCP-4970-3: It's okay sir. Do you maybe have someone around that has more experience with this? Then you can just hand them the phone and we'll figure this out for you. Dr. Collins: I don't think anyone here knows more than I do. SCP-4970-3: Very well sir. Do you want me to wait or will you call back when you find the information we need? Dr. Collins: I'll call you back, sorry for wasting your time. SCP-4970-3: That's alright. We'll hear from you! Dr. Collins: Goodbye. ▼ What is love? (Level 2 clearance required) ▼ ▲ Hide Addendum ▲ What is love? Date: 23.02.2019 Name: Dr. Collins SCP-4970-2: Thank you for calling Universal Information Technology, my name is Tom, how can I help you? Dr. Collins: Hi erm, this is Dr. Collins again. SCP-4970-2: Oh hey! I had you yesterday. Dr. Collins: Are you sure? I don't remember a Tom. SCP-4970-2: Yeah no I know, I didn't think you could pronounce my actual name with your vocal chords so I looked up the translation, like, good for conversation if we can actually say our names, huh? Dr. Collins: Hah, can't argue with that. SCP-4970-2: Did you get your answer yesterday? Dr. Collins: Eh, no I didn't have the info on our universe, so… SCP-4970-2: He was annoyed? Sounded bored? Dr. Collins: You could say that, yeah. SCP-4970-2: Yeah I know him, don't worry about it, he's always like that. He's just a stick-in-the-mud. We call him Smiley. He doesn't like it, so that makes it better. Dr. Collins: Good to hear that it wasn't just me. So, you can't help me find the serial to the universe either, can you? SCP-4970-2: Nah man, I wouldn't know where to start. I don't have the details, but the lifespan of the universe you're in versus the lifespan of the being in it? Whew, they're not even close. No wonder you lost the serial and warranty information. Being straight here: Questions about manufacturing process and dates aren't going to be easy, might not even be possible. Best case scenario, you figure out the exact time of creation on your own and we trace it back until we find yours. Dr. Collins: Creation? SCP-4970-2: Eh, creation, coming into being, whatever, it's semantics. Dr. Collins: I don't really get how that… so it's created and has a creator? SCP-4970-2: Nah, not always. Some universes, sure. Not all of them. I'd get into more detail, but I'm having a hard time with doing so because you don't have a lot of words for it. English is a cool language though, very casual. Short words, like it. Dr. Collins: Thank… you. SCP-4970-2: No problem! So did you have any specific questions for me? Dr. Collins: Oh right, I almost forgot. Erm, they told me to ask what love is. SCP-4970-2: Okay, so for that I can put you through to… chemistry, biology or philosophy. I personally recommend chemistry or biology if you don't want to stay on call for two hours. [[FURTHER DATA REDACTED, ACCESS TO THIS INFORMATION IS RESTRICTED TO CLEARANCE LEVEL 5]] Note: An additional 7 conversations have taken place since first discovery, transcripts of which are available on request. These requests may be filed to Dr. Belrose. ▼ Transcript of unauthorised conversation with SCP-4970-A (Level 3 clearance required) ▼ ▲ Hide Addendum ▲ N/A Date: 28.02.2019 Name: Dr. Collins SCP-4970-2: Thank you for calling Universal Information Technology, my name is Tom, how can I help you? Dr. Collins: Hi erm, is this Tom? SCP-4970-2: Hey yeah, how are you doing? Dr. Collins: Yeah, fine. How about you? SCP-4970-2: Can't erm, can't complain. Dr. Collins: That doesn't sound convincing. SCP-4970-2: Eh, part of the job I'm afraid. Dr. Collins: Want to tell me what happened? SCP-4970-2: Ah, it's stupid. Dr. Collins: Try me. SCP-4970-2: Ah it's just… this client calls me because she didn't know when a Universal Repairman came today because her [ILLEGIBLE]universe broke or something, so I call the guy and he says like: ''I sent her like 4 reminders to agree to the repair fee and she didn't respond.'' Dr. Collins: Let me guess, she felt stupid and wanted to let that out on you? SCP-4970-2: She seriously wants to file a complaint using my name because ''it's not clear'' and that ''she didn't receive any reminders''. Sure ma'am, even though you got the first message, all of those must have been lost in the ether. So I say: ''You want to file a complaint because I notified you about the lack of responses on your end?'' and she gets annoyed and says like: ''No it's nothing against you, just unhappy with the situation''. Dr. Collins: The situation she herself caused? SCP-4970-2: Right? But it's fine, I'm used to it. ''Everyone's at fault but me''. Dr. Collins: Sorry to hear that, Tom. Don't worry about it, if she actually goes through with it she'll look really stupid. SCP-4970-2: Thanks, I think you're right. Anyway enough about me, did you have a question for me? Dr. Collins: What? Oh yeah, I eh, this is a bit of a weird question I guess? SCP-4970-2: Good, normal questions are boring. Dr. Collins: So erm… Is what I'm doing actually helping? SCP-4970-2: That's ah… not really a technical question, I think. Dr. Collins: I know, it's just… SCP-4970-2: Curiosity? Dr. Collins: Let's call it that. SCP-4970-2: That's alright, we'll improvise. So you in particular, since your organisation contains things that aren't supposed to be that way, it's helpful in protecting your people from it. I mean, you can argue that what your kind views as anomalous technically isn't, since it wouldn't exist in your universe if it was… Dr. Collins: We have some anomalies that can be considered extra-dimensional. SCP-4970-2: Very true. Dr. Collins: What about me, personally? SCP-4970-2: It wasn't your fault, if that's what you ask. Not if you ask me, anyway. Dr. Collins: My colleague was killed, Tom. SCP-4970-2: Not by you. Dr. Collins: I could have saved her if I would have been more careful. SCP-4970-2: Well yeah, that's easy to say in retrospect, but the lifeform she was killed by was unpredictable. Dr. Collins: Is the future set in stone? SCP-4970-2: In your universe? Technically, you can predict a lot on the quantum level, but not in any way your species would be able to read properly. No offence meant, of course. Dr. Collins: None taken. SCP-4970-2: I'm sorry for your loss, but I'm just technical support. I can't bring her back, and by the time we'd be able to complete a model for your universe on the quantum level, it would have already experienced heat death. Dr. Collins: I see. Thanks anyway Tom. Can I… do something to show you that I'm happy with your service? SCP-4970-2: You'd do that? Dr. Collins: Sure, you deserve it. SCP-4970-2: I'm… happy about that. Thank you. Dr. Collins: No problem at all. SCP-4970-2: I'll be in touch then! Is there anything else? Dr. Collins: Let's leave it here for now. SCP-4970-2: Alright, let me know if you need anything else! ▼ Report of incident 4970-A (Level 4 clearance required)▼ ▲ Hide Addendum ▲ On 03/05/2019, the fax machine in the office building housing SCP-4970 printed the following survey: Thank you for taking the time to let us know what you think of Universal Technical Support! Survey Are you capable of physically interacting with your universe [yes/no]? How many limbs does your species possess? Is your universe created with a specific purpose or did it manifest without reason? What is the maximum velocity of light, measured in your most recognised system of measurement? Is your species aware of what occurs after death [yes/no]? Is your species aware of the multi-universe entanglement field [yes/no]? From a number from 1 to 10, how satisfied are you with Universal Technical Support? In your own words, describe how you feel about Universal Technical Support. Do you have any additional comments or feedback for us? 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SCP-4971 | esoteric-class | SCP-4971 - Rituals When I was a kid, the woods behind my elementary school had a tree in it near the tree line that had a wooden cross nailed to it some distance up the trunk. In our pre-adolescent frenzy we had convinced ourselves that the cross was placed there by witches, because sometimes it looked like it was upside down. We all agreed that we couldn't go into the woods when the cross was upside down, because the witches would come out and get us, or worse. This isn't really about that, but it is about the mysticism of that. We had no idea what we were dealing with, what sort of untold powers we were meddling in. We just knew that when the cross was upside down, you didn't go into the woods. I went back years later and turns out, the cross was really more of a plus sign. Not really much of an up or down on a plus sign, but you know. We were like eight. Image Credits spirit.jpg is a picture of Roget's cat superimposed over a picture of the woods behind my house. shop.png katarina.jpg mercury.png humanoid.png biphi.jpg is a composite of this and this. lobby.png gaia.png is a composite of this and this. mall.png header.png mall2.png and location.png are taken from Google Maps, under the terms of the Google Maps image license. biphi2.png is a composite of this and this fucking majestic beast. All image edits were made by me, djkaktus. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file describes a hostile anomalous entity capable of initializing a VK-Class "Salted Earth" End-of-Human-Habitability Scenario, and is Level 4/4971 Classified Unauthorized access is forbidden. 4971 Item#: 4971 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: cernunnos Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo The interior of SCP-4971. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force USINBL Site-81 J. Karlyle Aktus William Decker ACB Sa-9 Havensbrook, IN, USA. Special Containment Procedures: The entirety of the SouthWood Park Mall has been closed and all entrances have been barricaded. Armored Command Battalion Saito-9 (ACB Sa-9) has established an encampment of the structure (Observational Site-81-3). In the event that any entity emerges from within SCP-4971 without the express authorization of Commander Lana Grey, ACB Sa-9 is to attempt to contain the entity or, if infeasible, dispatch the entity with force. In the event that SCP-4971-▽ is to emerge from within SCP-4971, ACB Sa-9 is to engage the entity with all available force. Until such time that alternate containment procedures can be developed for SCP-4971-▽, the entity cannot be allowed under any circumstances to breach the entrance of SCP-4971. Per the 17.2.2019-4971 decision of the Foundation Classification Committee and the concurrent ruling by the Foundation Ethics Committee, SCP-4971 is to be classified as CERNNUNOS1 until such time that adequate replacement procedures can be developed. Description: SCP-4971 is a space-time anomaly existing within the former SouthWood Park Mall in Havensbrook, Indiana. The true location of SCP-4971 within the mall is uncertain and variable - anyone who leaves the main concourse of the mall will invariably eventually find themselves within SCP-4971. The physical limits of SCP-4971 are currently unknown, but are expected to far outreach those of the SouthWood Park Mall. The internal topography of SCP-4971 is that of a vast, mostly arboreal landscape under a nearly perpetually setting sun, which sets after twelve hours and returns to its setting position after thirteen. Much of the native flora bears a similar appearance to similar species found in the Yukon or Pacific Northwest, but genetic testing of samples taken from within SCP-4971 have been inconclusive; no specimens taken from SCP-4971 have contained any genetic material whatsoever. SCP-4971 contains several hostile anomalous entities. Many of these entities can be managed with light arms fire; however, others are considerably more dangerous and must be approached only if absolutely necessary and with extreme caution. Due to the possible cognitohazardous effects of many of these entities, it is unknown how their speech may interact with human cognitive function. SCP-4971-▽ is an entity found within SCP-4971. See Addendum 4971.8 for additional information. Addendum 4971.1: Discovery The SouthWood Park Mall, 2005. The SouthWood Park Mall opened in 1985 and operated through 2006. In the Spring of 2006 the last major anchor store within the mall, Eagle Pass Outfitting, liquidated the location's stock, citing poor attendance figures. The mall closed temporarily in June of that year pending a buyout, but when the investor proposal fell through the mall was left abandoned and closed to the public. The closing of the mall did little to dissuade local vagrants and trespassers, who would frequently break into the mall to scavenge the empty shops. On one occasion, local police received calls that teenagers who had entered the mall through a locked service door were performing satanic rituals within, but investigators were unable to ascertain proof of anything other than a break-in. On February 12th, 2007, police responded to another report of a break-in, though eyewitnesses also described hearing screams and unnatural sounds coming from within the structure. The first officers to respond to the scene were unable to locate the trespassers, a large group of people of whom some had been caught attempting to break into the mall at an earlier date. Extensive searching of the mall revealed SCP-4971, which was brought to the attention of containment teams at Site-81 by Foundation assets embedded in local authorities. SouthWood Park Mall Facility Map. During the initial investigation a number of law enforcement officers were lost within SCP-4971. Scrambled audio transmissions revealed the officers in a state of panic and confusion before cutting out completely. Further attempts to communicate with the officers were unsuccessful. Addendum 4971.2: Internal Memos The following are the reports of Dr. Bill Decker, Site-81, detailing the circumstances leading to the discovery of SCP-4971. SCP FOUNDATION INTERNAL MEMO Site-81 Dr. William R. Decker We have a lot of information coming in quickly, so I'm going to try and keep this brief. We've identified one of the missing teenagers as Katarina Randolph, a 19-year-old Caucasian female who disappeared from her grandparents' house in Maine where she had been living since her parents died in 2004. Police suspected that Randolph didn't "disappear" as much as she did "run off", because afterwards she started being seen mingling with a group of far left naturalist pseudo-occultists, the "Daughters of Eden", which is exactly what it sounds like. Druidic types that believe mankind has disrupted the natural order, trying to use magic and arcane practices to restore balance. They were involved in a number of protests in the northeast and Randolph was arrested at least four times. Why she was never taken back to Maine is beyond me. They've been on our radar for the last few years because one of the other members, a woman named Anna Christian who now goes by the name "Night Lily", was recently involved with a group of actual occultists out of the Three Portlands. This "Night Lily" got her hands on some artifacts recovered from the old Miskatonic University in Massachusetts and has been using them in minor summoning rituals for the last decade or so. One in particular that concerned our occult research teams was the Last Appeal of Biphi. Last time it cropped up was when part of the document was used to summon a minor planar entity during the "Northern Awakening" event in the 80s. Talk to the oldest American task force agent you know, they'll be able to tell you all about it. The short story is that it is supposedly a text written by a puritanical minister, who was writing down the last words spoken by a witch named Biphi during a torturous exorcism that involved burning her alive. The occultists believe that the words she spoke were an old native chant that would summon nature spirits to drive away European colonials. There used to be six of these manuscripts: three were burned by other puritans, one was lost at sea in the 1870s, one was bought by Oswald Carter who then burned it, and this one sat in Hitler's bedside table until the Allies entered Berlin. Eventually it found its way to the Miskatonic University, and then into the hands of the occultists when the place burned down. All this to say, we raided the Daughters of Eden a few months ago, and recovered Anna Christian and the rest of them in the raid. Who we didn't find was Katarina Randolph, and we also didn't recover the manuscript. Fast forward to Monday, when Katarina Randolph is identified in surveillance footage breaking into the SouthWood Park Mall with a new group of devotees and the Last Appeal of Biphi in hand. Next thing you know, they're all gone and the inside of the mall is a fucking arcane forest. It's no coincidence. There are a lot of smaller incantations in there, like the ones used to summon lesser entities and others to cause inclement weather, changes in temperature, etc. Minor things. The big ritual, though, is problematic. There's an entity described in some occult texts that reference the Last Appeal whose name translates to something like "The One Who Knows Silence In The Earth". Our functional knowledge about this entity is extremely limited, but suffice to say that it's the last entity named in the Last Appeal, the entity that Biphi called out for when they were driving flaming pokers into her eyes - the actual last appeal. We need to get into SCP-4971 as soon as possible and ascertain what we're dealing with here. SCP FOUNDATION INTERNAL MEMO Site-81 Dr. William R. Decker One more thing I forgot to mention in my first report, and the reason why I'm going to request a stay of classification so this doesn't just get classified as Euclid and we can pretend it's just some thing. The reason we know so much about the Last Appeal of Biphi is that we have part of it. When it became clear that Miskatonic had the last copy of the manuscript, the Dean of Anthropology, Dr. Damon Wells, split the manuscript up and gave the back half of it to us for safekeeping. When he did this, he assured us that the texts back up the existence of this entity that the witch Biphi was appealing to, "The One Who Knows Silence In The Earth", and that the only reason she didn't summon the creature on the spot is that the ritual involves a pretty copious amount of human sacrifice. If I had to guess, I'd say that's the fate of all the other people who went into the SouthWood mall with Katarina Randolph. Fortunately, the back half of the manuscript is a sort of inverse-incantation that will seal the door to this other world shut in the event that it's opened in the first place. The full incantation acts sort of like a question - you open this gate, and then you ask the gate to remain open or close. Unfortunately, there's a human cost requirement here as well, and it scales logarithmically. Biphi probably wasn't a mathematician, but the folks at Miskatonic did the calculations - something like a life every hour, and then double every hour after, etc etc etc. On the plus side, it has an upper limit. So, the good news is that a ritual to contain SCP-4971-▽ exists. The bad news is that we reached the upper limit about four hours ago, and the upper limit is, and I quote, "every human heart that has not yet known silence." That's where we're at. We can contain SCP-4971, so long as we're alright with the ritual sacrifice of every living human on the planet. It goes without saying that we're going to continue to work on this one. Addendum 4971.3: Classification / Ethics Committee Joint Ruling on SCP-4971 ETHICS COMMITTEE RULING In determining the matter of SCP-4971, it is prescient to assess what is and is not truly knowable. While the Foundation has a long and storied history of interactions with the arcane and occult, that history is fraught with misinformation and falsehoods, both regarding the nature of the arcane as we understand it, and also the intentions of those who claim to interact with it. It is no secret that there is true, inexplicable power in this world. Whether that power is claimed to be derived from otherworldly, extra-dimensional, or otherwise distant sources makes no difference in deciding the seriousness with which it should be considered. For every arcane interaction two questions must be asked: is this power able to affect the world in any meaningful way, and does this power have controls or limits? The first question's affirmative necessitates a response to the second on the Foundation's behalf. In order to maintain the statutes of normalcy as determined by the Overseer Council, sufficiently influential arcane power must be met with any and all appropriate measures to contain that power. However, in the case of SCP-4971 we have determined that the containment procedures provided by our Occult Research Division are either insufficient to contain SCP-4971-▽ should it reveal itself, or unacceptable in maintaining normalcy in a sufficiently ethical manner. The nature of the available procedures necessitates a loss of human life that is not currently acceptable given the current conditions of the anomaly. In short, this committee cannot accept the containment procedures as provided by the Occult Research Division, and will submit this ruling to the Classification Committee for their review. Dr. Jeremiah Cimmerian Foundation Ethics Committee Head VOTE TO ACCEPT SCP-4971 CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES PROPOSAL VOTES FOR n/a VOTES AGAINST: J. Cimmerian / H. Arnold / L. Kim / J. Jackson / E. Wilder / P. Van Price / K. Kingsley MOTION IS LOST CLASSIFICATION COMMITTEE RULING The ruling of the Ethics Committee creates a unique scenario when classifying SCP-4971. As determined by the Occult Research Division, there are extant containment procedures which would sufficiently contain SCP-4971 permanently; however, the Ethics Committee ruling precludes our ability to enact those containment procedures. After consultation with the Occult Research Division, it has also been determined that there are no secondary procedures available that will sufficiently contain SCP-4971. As a result, we have decided to circumvent this dilemma with the establishment of the Cernnunos-Class Esoteric containment classification. The full requirements of this classification will be available in the next revision of the classification handbook, but in short the class will exist as a stopgap between entities that have functional containment procedures available that, due to the nature of those containment procedures, prevent the Foundation from carrying them out. The focus of SCP-4971's ongoing containment will be mitigation, research, and an effort to devise alternate containment procedures given the information available in order to move SCP-4971 out of an Esoteric containment class and into a Stable containment class (such as the proposed Archon-class). Dir. J. Karlyle Aktus Foundation Classification Committee Head VOTE TO ESTABLISH CERNNUNOS-CLASS VOTES FOR J. Aktus / S. Alexander / C. Ivester / A. Deckard / B. Humphrey / J.R. Sneddon / M. Prince / M. Bridges / J. Sydney VOTES AGAINST: T. Paxton / A. Desai MOTION CARRIES VOTE TO PROMOTE SCP-4971 TO THE CERNNUNOS-CLASS VOTES FOR J. Aktus / S. Alexander / C. Ivester / A. Deckard / B. Humphrey / J.R. Sneddon / M. Prince / M. Bridges / J. Sydney / T. Paxton VOTES AGAINST: A. Desai MOTION CARRIES Addendum 4971.4: Daughters of Eden Manifesto Excerpt Note: The following is an excerpt of a document recovered during a raid on the former living quarters of Katarina Randolph, which had been the de-facto gathering location for the "Daughters of Eden" occultist group. Daughters! We Daughters of GAIA! We Daughters of EDEN! We have persisted throughout these many millennia bound to the subservience of fell will. Our tears have been used to water the fields of industry, and our wombs have been robbed from us to perpetuate the patriarchal abomination that has taken this bountiful world, this great blessing that MOTHER GAIA offered to us without cost, and turned it into fuel for the engines of war, of bloodshed, and of slavery. We have been used like cattle to breed new generations of the same machinations that have upturned field and forest and buried the wretched poor beneath the concrete foundations of the "new world". It is no new world of mine. It is no new world of ours. We reject it. GAIA cries out for reprieve, and in her own voice we will answer. The sword of her deliverance has passed into our hands and we will wield it without fear, without hesitation, and with such terrible prejudice that this world will be washed clean of the sins of our fathers and sons, and all those who have turned the grinding gears of disorder. We will cast aside the barricade that has for so long kept this deliverance at bay. We will welcome GAIA's champion back into our world, and we will bask in the glow of the righteous torment it will bring down upon the souls who have scarred our MOTHER's face. We will make the world new. We will make the world clean. RISE SISTERS. RISE DAUGHTERS. YOUR HEARTS BELONG TO GAIA. Addendum 4971.5: Initial Site Exploration Note: The following is the audio/video transcript of the initial exploration attempt into SCP-4971. Mobile Task Force Epsilon-13 was assigned to SCP-4971 and inserted roughly fifty-one hours after initial discovery of the anomaly. SECURE DOCUMENT Audio/Visual Transcript E-13 Eclipse - Team Lead E-13 Roman - Fire Team E-13 Mercury - Fire Team E-13 Atlantis - Occ. Science / Fire Team E-13 Bangkok - Occ. Science / Fire Team E-13 Nine-Eyes - Communications Eclipse: Mics hot. Mercury: Check. Bangkok: Check. Silence. Nine-Eyes: Lantis, go again. Atlantis: Checkaroo. Nine-Eyes: That's better. Roman: Check check. Nine-Eyes: We're all good here. Eclipse: Sounds good. Let's move. Team approaches the front door of the SouthWood Park Mall. On-Site fire team stands by to insert. Fire Team Marshall: You ready? Eclipse: Affirmative. Fire Team Marshall: Pulling the hatch. The steel enclosure over the door to the mall slowly slides out of place. Eclipse: How's the activity been? Fire Team Marshall: Light today. A handful of signals early this morning but nothing since. Steel enclosure comes to a stop. Fire Team Marshall: Good luck. Eclipse: Yeah, thanks. Roman: Who needs luck? The team laughs. All members enter the mall. They wait as the steel enclosure shuts behind them and locks into place. Eclipse: Lamps on. Team members activate shoulder mounted lights. The interior of the mall is without power, though some light enters through a large, overhead skylight. Due to overcast weather, this light is minimal. Eclipse: Alright, let's move. SouthWood Park Mall main lobby. The team enters the mall's main lobby. There are signs of looting and rampant vandalism, and much of the interior is in various states of disarray. Bangkok: You feel that? Mercury: It's the wind. (Pauses) It smells strange. Eclipse: Yes, it does. The air in here is breathable, but it's not pleasant. Don't hesitate to hit your oxygen if you begin feeling anything. The team proceeds down the nearest hallway, passing several small stores. They reach a larger area that was previously spanned by a large glass skywalk, which has collapsed onto the floor. Atlantis: Vandals didn't do that. Eclipse: They definitely didn't, no. I imagine that was probably caused by the same things they're keeping in with that big slab over the front door. We- Nine-Eyes: Check, disturbances. Silence. Nine-Eyes: Ten-o-clock. Three figures. Back behind that clothing rack. Interior of clothing shop. Unidentified entities highlighted. Eclipse moves towards the front of the clothing store. Just inside the door, a humanoid figure bound in thick, grey webbing is visible, their features covered. The figure is not moving. Eclipse: Are they moving? Nine-Eyes: No. Just watching. Bangkok: I don't see anything on thermal. Eclipse: I don't think you're going to. (Pauses) Let's keep moving. Watch those figures Nine, see if they follow us. Nine-Eyes: Roger. Mercury: What about that thing on the floor back there? Eclipse: Long gone. Whatever those things were, they brought him out here to eat. Team continues into an adjoining hallway. The distant sound of rushing water becomes more and more audible as they continue down the hallway, which now has far exceeded the external dimensions of the SouthWood Park Mall. Atlantis: Look there. That store, what language is the sign written in? Nine-Eyes: It's, uh… huh. It's not. Eclipse: Yep. Sounds about right. (Gestures towards atrium roughly 60m away) It's going to be up near that. Team advances towards atrium. Roman: What's that? Bangkok: That's… strange. Team enters the atrium; however, upon passing through the end of the hallway the ceiling ends and the team is standing outside of a large, overgrown structure resembling the SouthWood Park Mall in open air. They are standing at the top of a cliff overlooking a vast forest that extends out as far as they can see in every direction, broken up only by the occasional large plateau or, in the far distance, a range of mountains of indeterminable height. The sun is low in the sky, as if in twilight. Several meters outside of the mall's exit into SCP-4971 is a large symbol dug out of the earth. The symbol is composed of concentric rings surrounding a series of triangles and rings within. A thick, red fluid, later determined to be human blood, fills in the dug out trenches that form the symbol. At the center of the symbol is blackened earth and the remains of a fire, beneath which lie the charred remains of an indeterminate hoofed animal. Several small, glass vials are shattered on the ground nearby. Image taken from the open page of the Last Appeal of Biphi found within SCP-4971. Image on the right page matches the symbol found on the ground nearby. Sitting in front of the symbol on the ground is a makeshift wooden altar. Resting on it is a lantern and a large, bloody machete. Several blood-soaked sponges lay on the ground nearby. A leatherbound book lays open nearby. Mercury: What's strange about it? Bangkok: That's the summoning circle for the entity described in the Appeal (gestures towards the leatherbound book), but there's a… pretty significant human life requirement to do the thing that book describes, and I would've expected to see… something. Obviously that's uh, a lot of blood, but there would be bodies, you know- Roman: How many bodies? Bangkok: Uh, well, it's not really an exact science. It's not the lives specifically, it's the weight of their hearts, so- Eclipse: There were sixty-one people who entered the mall the other night, and four cops who went missing afterwards. Bangkok: Average weight of a heart is 310 grams, so… yeah, that would do it. But that still doesn't explain where the bodies are. Eclipse: Sun looks like it's on its way down. Don't know how much daylight we'll have, but we might as well see if we can get down there (gestures to the bottom of the cliff face). Seems like that's the only way to go. Team descends down a winding path across the cliff face over the course of one hour and fifty-six minutes. Atlantis: You notice what's going on with the sky? Roman: What's that? Nine-Eyes: Nothing. The sun hasn't moved since we got here. Atlantis: Exactly. It's in the exact same position. Right there on the horizon. Mercury: That's spooky. Eclipse: We're nearly there now. Look. The team finishes their descent and stand in a small clearing in front of the forest. Roman: What now? Eclipse: Reconnaissance. Command wants to bring a heavy fire team in here soon, but we need to get eyes on our target before we do that. Bangkok: They want to bring a fire team in here? Why? Eclipse: Beats me. Something must have them spooked. Bangkok: I- (pauses) Eclipse: What? Bangkok: It's just that the text isn't clear what our target is. The manuscript is mostly comprised of curses and threats, but the author doesn't describe where these threats are coming from. If it wasn't for that thing back in '84 or this anomaly right now, it would be easy to write off the entire document as just… ravings. Eclipse: Well, we'll just keep our eyes peeled then. Maybe we'll know it when we see it. Who knows. (Pauses) How's our connection looking, Nine? Nine-Eyes: Decent. You want to patch into command? Eclipse: Yeah. Nine-Eyes: Alright, one moment. Silence. Nine-Eyes: You're good. Eclipse: Command dispatch, this is E-13 Eclipse, over. Command: We read you Eclipse. What is your position, over? Eclipse: We've entered the anomaly proper, some sort of arcane forest. Trees are bigger, greens are greener, that sort of thing. The saturation has been turned way up in here. Solitary solar body, hasn't moved off the horizon since we got in here two hours ago. Descended a pretty considerable cliff, now we're down level with the forest, over. Command: One moment Eclipse, over. Silence. Command: Research wants to know if you've located the manuscript, over. Eclipse: Yep, we sure did. Big arcane symbol dug out of the ground, too. Filled up with human blood, a lot of it. No bodies though, and we haven't found the PoI either, over. Command: Copy that Eclipse. Research wants to make sure that- Eclipse: Yeah, yeah, we're going to bring their book back. Do you want us to just camp out here until the heavy team gets in, or do we need to scope anything out, over? Command: One moment Eclipse. We're receiving your telemetry now, over. Silence. Command: Short range scans indicate a water source nearby, likely a river or stream, in between a range of hills roughly eight and a half klicks north from your position. You should be able to travel overland to reach it. Command would like to hold that position until the heavy team arrives, over. Eclipse: Understood. Will update upon arrival, over. (Pauses) Looks like we're heading that way. Roman: Through the forest, huh? A real nature trek. Atlantis: Yeah, I wouldn't get too excited. Something about this nature is triggering one of my lizard brain impulses. Nine-Eyes: Might be the latent EM static. Atlantis: What? Nine-Eyes: Something in here is creating a lot of EM noise. I'm trying to figure out where it's coming from. If it gets much worse, it might mess with any of our equipment that isn't shielded. Eclipse: Can you manage it? Nine-Eyes: I- yeah, I think so. We just might not have as much time in here as we'd prefer. Eclipse: Copy that. Let's roll. Team advances into the forest towards the forward point established by command group. One hour and fifteen minutes of extraneous dialogue removed. Mercury: We're being watched. Eclipse: Are you sure? Mercury: I am. To the east. It's been trailing us for a while. Bangkok: What is it? Mercury: I don't know, I can't make it out. (Pauses) Whatever it is, there's more than one. Eclipse: How many? Mercury: Five or six. Twenty-three minutes of extraneous dialogue removed. Atlantis: Do you hear that? Silence. Atlantis: There. Nine-Eyes: Yes. Sounds like chattering. An animal? Atlantis: No animal I've ever heard. Eclipse: Merc, where are our followers? Mercury: They've either dispersed, or they're hanging further back. They're not close. Nine-Eyes: Look alive. Up ahead. Team moves into a defensive position. Roman: Nothing on thermal. Eclipse: Anybody have eyes on it? Image of unknown creature taken from E-13 Bangkok's tactical camera feed. Bangkok: Yeah, I- I don't know what it is. Eclipse: What do you mean? Bangkok: It looks like an animal, but there's something wrong with its head. (Pauses) It's messing with my oculars, hang on. (Pauses) It's gone. Eclipse: Did you catch it on your camera? Bangkok: I did, I think so, yeah. There was some trippy light or something around its head. (Pauses) Yeah, it's gone. Somewhere into the dark. Eclipse: Let's hurry. I think it's actually starting to get dark. Team continues forward through the forest. E-13 Nine-Eyes' auditory sensor picks up several unknown sounds, but for some reason the agent does not relay this to the rest of the group. As the sun sets, the group emerges onto a steep hillside. Eclipse: What's our telemetry look like? Nine-Eyes: Let's see. (Pauses) I think we're where we need to be. There's another ridge over that way that might be a little higher up, but there's about a half mile of woods between there and here. Eclipse: It's already dark enough. (Pauses) You see that river down there? Atlantis: Yeah. Eclipse: You guys go down there and grab some samples of that water. Don't drink it, we have reserves. I just want to see what it is, first. Bangkok: Copy that. Bangkok and Atlantis move down the north side of the slope towards the river below. Roman: Fuck me it's dark. Mercury: Do we know when our relief is going to be here? Eclipse: No clue. Hopefully soon. (To Nine-Eyes) How's the radio look? Can we still get in touch with topside? Nine-Eyes: Let me give it a shot. Silence. Static. Nine-Eyes: Command, this is Nine-Eyes Local, do you copy? Silence. Nine-Eyes: Command, this is Nine-Eyes Local, do you copy? Static. Radio hisses and a distorted voice is heard, but it is unintelligible. Mercury: Great. Nine-Eyes: It's just the EM static. When it gets light again I'll get the range extender set up and re-establish contact. Eclipse: Sounds good. Let's set up here, we'll move again in the morning. Roman: You guys feel like- All recorders cut out in unison. Addendum 4971.6: Occult Research Analysis Summary of SCP-4971 and Related Documents SCP FOUNDATION INTERNAL DOCUMENT Department of Occult Research Dr. Amon Anders FOREWORD Attached is our report detailing the occult characteristics of the SCP-4971 anomaly. SCP-4971 is, in short, a delineated, affixed, unshrouded space-time abnormality existing within the SouthWood Park Mall. This anomaly is consistent with other anomalies of its type: it has specific boundaries, is unmoving, and is not somehow concealed by itself or other space-time anomalies, such as those identified as "Ways" or "Passages". However, SCP-4971 is distinct in several ways. Specifically, it is far and away the largest such anomaly ever documented with an estimated interior volume of over 400,000m3, not including the extraspatial area on the other side of the anomaly. Like many such anomalies, SCP-4971 is believed to be maintained by an external energy source. Due to the arcane rituals involved in the creation of SCP-4971, it is likely that this source, unlike others like it, is a being of considerable power. The primary text associated with SCP-4971, the Last Appeal of Biphi, details a desperate cry for the annihilation of one's aggressors. The text does not name this annihilative force specifically, but does describe characteristics of it. These characteristics paint a picture of a force or entity that bears some likeness to this world, and will aim to remake it in a way that rids it of unnatural conquest. This entity or force is also associated with a symbol, one that Biphi is described as carving into her own chest as she died - a series of circles and triangles called the "voxen eye". This voxen eye is found elsewhere, in documents recovered from ancient druidic ruins in southern Britain. These documents, many of which were burned during the Roman conquest of the island, describe the eye as a sort of focus - a lens through which power can be channeled to move nature into action. This was described as calling upon Gaia, and small crystal and metal versions of the voxen eye have been found in ancient caches of pre-Roman artifacts, likely from when they were used in pagan ceremonies. The last text that describes the voxen eye is another recovered from the Miskatonic University called "Porter's Writings on Arcane Beasts". The text describes a number of creatures supposedly encountered by the Victorian-aged cryptozoologist Edward Porter, and includes references to several other SCPs, including SCP-966 and SCP-1013. In this text, the author writes: It is no surprise, then, that those ancient people2 feared the trees more than anything else, as the trees brought them both great bounty and great terror. At night they would be stalked by wolves and great cats, and on the nights of the full moon they would make sacrifices to the true god of those tall trees. They named him "The One Who Knows Silence In The Earth", and it is said that through the frosted forests of the north he would emerge to take payment in human hearts for the protection of the tribe. It was said this being could not be gazed upon directly for fear of death, and that only through a voxen eye could its magnificence be understood… While the true nature of this entity continues to elude us, more information becomes available everyday. The North American occult tradition, which traces its ancestry back to early Native and Colonial American druids and witches, is apparently keenly familiar with this entity. My own contacts in many of these circles describe the name of this entity as something of a taboo, a line which should not be idly crossed. The account of Biphi is regarded as a tragedy, but her utterance of the curses that codified the incantation required to gather this entity's attention is considered to have been dangerous and foolish. Some have even argued that Biphi was mistaken, and was attempting to contact the wrong entity entirely. Regardless, it changes nothing. Even in the face of impending death, one's own demise is not considered distance enough from this entity to escape whatever fate lies beyond that meeting. Addendum 4971.7: Site Exploration Note: The following is the transcript of audio/video logs gathered by members of Mobile Task Force Iota-44 "Gangbusters", who were inserted into SCP-4971 18 hours after the E-13 team to join them in setting up a forward position. SECURE DOCUMENT Audio/Visual Transcript I-44 Horizon - Team Lead I-44 Vestige - Heavy Fire I-44 Kato - Heavy Fire I-44 Carrier - Heavy fire I-44 Ashen - Heavy Fire I-44 Wild - Heavy Fire I-44 Aleppo - Communications Horizon: We're into the anomaly proper. Do you copy us, over? Command: We hear you, Horizon. We've lost radio contact with the E-13 team, but their personnel locators are still active and transmitting. They were setting up a forward position on a nearby ridge, we need you to head there. Interference is causing broadcasting issues, so if you lose contact with us you'll need to set up your long range transmitter. Horizon: Sounds good. We're rolling. I-44 team descends the cliff face down to the forest floor below. The team advances into the forest with little effort. The sun has returned to its setting position. Carrier: It's quiet. Horizon: I was just thinking the same thing. It's eerie. Aleppo: Horizon, I'm picking up something. Horizon: What is it? Aleppo: It's faint, uh… (pauses) I think it's someone singing. It's broadcasting over our comms frequency. Horizon: Push it. All members of the I-44 team stops as Aleppo pushes the incoming signal to all headsets. Unknown Signal: (Static) watch her so- (static) how can I- (static) I love her, yes- (static) would give my heart gladly, but each- (static) Ashen: What the hell is that? Vestige: Hang on, something is coming. There in the woods, look! Kato: Here, too! Horizon: Form up, get over here! Come on, come on! Move! Team moves quickly forward. The sounds of foliage being disrupted become evident as many figures move through the darkness of the forest. Unknown Signal: (static) young and lovely, the girl from Ipa- (static) walking, and when she pass- (static) smile, but she doesn't see- (static) Vestige: What the fuck is that? Up there, look! In the sky! Something above the team illuminates the area briefly, but none of the personnel cameras capture it before it disappears. The team stops suddenly as Horizon holds them back. Horizon: There, up ahead. Look. Image of unknown humanoid entity taken from I-44's video camera. Source of visual distortion is attributed to latent EM static within SCP-4971. A humanoid figure stands beneath a tree, its features mostly hidden in darkness. It is lean, with auburn skin and a mess of tree branches, leaves, and vines bound around its neck like a collar. It is otherwise nude. The entity does not have a head; instead, it has a glowing white symbol that vibrates rapidly. As soon as this symbol comes on screen, all video recorders begin to show signs of heavy distortion. Horizon: Command, do you copy, we've got a situation down here. We've encountered a local - how would you like us to proceed, over? Aleppo: No response, just that same singing. We're jammed. Horizon: Goddammit - alright, everybody form up on me. (To the unknown entity) Hello, do you understand me? Do you know what I'm saying. Entity shudders slightly and its shoulder roll back. A moment later it disappears, reappearing closer to the group. It does this several times very quickly, each time getting closer to the group. As it approaches, it becomes obvious that the entity is levitating off the ground. Horizon: Fuck! Horizon fires on the entity, as do other members of the group. As the entity is struck by gunfire, the points where bullets enter its body illuminate briefly with white light. The entity staggers backwards against a tree, and as it collapses onto the ground there is the sound of a high pitched scream followed by breaking glass, and the glowing white symbol above the entity's shoulders shatters and disappears. Wild: Holy fuck. Holy fuck. What was that? Ashen: Sensors are picking up more figures moving this way- Horizon: Everybody, form the fuck up, we- Aleppo: Ah! Goddammit! (Pulls earpiece out) Something just screamed over the wideband. Carrier: Oh no. All around the team appears many glowing white symbols. Soft chattering is heard through the otherwise silent forest. From behind them, they hear rustling. Turning towards the sound, they see the figure of the entity who was shot by Horizon shaking violently on the ground. After a moment the entity falls still again, and then rises as if lifted by the shoulders to levitate above the ground once again. Another sound is heard, later determined to be the same breaking glass and scream as before, only in reverse. As the sound ends, the glowing white symbol appears again, and the entity begins moving towards the group. Horizon: Run! The group flees the mass of humanoid entities, which trail closely behind them. I-44 Kato trips and falls to the ground as he is swarmed by the entities. Shortly afterwards, his camera and personnel locator cease functioning. Gunshots are heard as an entity grapples briefly with I-44 Ashen. The agent is seen briefly by I-44 Wild as the former has an arm pulled off by one of the humanoid entities and disappears. His camera and personnel locator also cease functioning. As the remaining members continue to sprint forward, I-44 Aleppo's transponder begins to ping. E-13 Eclipse: (static) anyone hear us? Hello? We hear you, can you hear us? Aleppo: Horizon! E-13 on comms! Horizon: E-13, E-13, this is I-44 Lead, do you copy? We are being aggressed by a group of hostiles, need assistance, over. E-13 Eclipse: Holy shit, you can hear us. OK, head for open air, they can't (static) forest, get higher (static) Horizon: We need to get out! Hurry! Vestige: I see a rise up ahead! 30 degrees north! The team sprints towards an opening in the treeline. As they run, more and more entities become evident all around them. They close in quickly, and the sound of chattering becomes increasingly louder and the ground beneath them shakes suddenly. Wild is knocked sideways and stumbles, falling slightly behind the group. I-44 Aleppo, Vestige and Carrier break through the treeline and onto the rise. Horizon hangs back as Wild runs forward, but she is seized from behind. Horizon levels his rifle and fires at the entities attacking Wild, but there are too many. Wild: [DATA EXPUNGED] I-44 Horizon shoots and kills I-44 Wild before turning and running the rest of the way out into the clearing. When he turns back, all of the hostile entities are gone, as is the body of I-44 Wild. Horizon: Goddammit. Goddammit. Goddammit. Radio static. E-13 Eclipse: I-44 lead, do you copy, over? Do you copy, over? Horizon: This is I-44 lead. I copy, over. E-13 Eclipse: Sitrep? Horizon: We're down three. Those things in the woods, there were too many of them. (Pauses) What are those things, over? E-13 Eclipse: We don't know. We weren't prepped for that. We lost Bangkok to those things on our way up here. Atlantis thinks that they're - shit, how did you describe it? (Pauses) Like they're fragments, pieces of people that got lost in here whenever they were doing the uh, the rituals you need to get in here. Horizon: We can't fucking kill them, man. I blanked one and it got right back up. E-13 Eclipse: Yeah, we think they're drawing power from somewhere else. Anytime one of them does that, there's a lot of EM static and then they get back up. Whatever the source of that static is, it's uh- it's pretty strong. It's blocking our wideband radio and that thing is nothing to fuck with. Horizon: Where are you? We're in a uh- looks like a clearing on a hill, we need to consolidate. E-13 Eclipse: Do you see a river, somewhere uh- somewhere to the northwest of you? Horizon: Yeah, yeah, I do. Static. E-13 Eclipse: (static) were there about a week ago, we headed northeast with the river towards those mountains, we're nearly- (static) Horizon: Ha- check check, Eclipse. How long ago did you say you were here? E-13 Eclipse: Uh, about a week, we think. The days don't line up, but we've got clocks and, uh, why? Horizon: We entered the anomaly less than a day after you, and we've only been here… six hours? Maybe? Silence. E-13 Eclipse: Yeah that's- damn. That's not great, Horizon. Horizon: No. No, it's not, we- (static) I-44 team loses radio contact with E-13 team, which continues recording. E-13 Eclipse: Horizon? Do you copy? Silence. E-13 Eclipse: Horizon? Do you copy? Static originating from I-44 Aleppo's radio. Last image received from I-44 team's video transmitter. Aleppo: (static) lots of- (static) something moving, down to the south- (static) really getting a lot of st- (static) oh- All radios cut out entirely. From the E-13 position, a loud, low droning sound is heard as if from great distance. I-44 Aleppo's video transmitter broadcasts for 12 seconds, recording a single still frame before the remainder of the video is washed out. Addendum 4971.8: Anna Christian Interview Note: The following is the transcript of an interview that was conducted with Anna Christian, POI 4971.02, who was apprehended three months before the discovery of SCP-4971. This interview was conducted shortly after the loss of contact with the I-44 team. Dr. Angle: We need to know what you know about the Last Appeal of Biphi. Christian: Why? What does cooperating with you fuck-faces do to help me now? Once this is done you're just going to wheel me back in my cell and let me rot until you decide I get to see an adjoining hallway again. Dr. Angle: We're willing to discuss your release, if you're willing to cooperate. We just need information. Christian: What do you want to know? Dr. Angle: What is the world beyond the anomaly? What is that place? Christian: Oh, you've- (pauses) you've opened it. Dr. Angle: Not us. Katarina Randolph opened it. Christian: (Sighs) She's a fucking idiot. I warned her about this. I warned her over and over. Goddammit. Dr. Angle: Warned her about what? Christian: The- ok, so I'm a witch, right? Not like a sit on a broom and stir a pot witch, but like… ever since I was a girl, it's like I could see more than other people. I could talk to animals, and heard the trees whispering, and then darker things too. Older things. When I found out there were others like me, I was elated, you know, to have other people who I could talk to. I was so… enamored, in the mystery of it all. The secret meetings, the old languages, and… the things they'd warn us about. The rituals. Dr. Angle: Like the ones in the Last Appeal? Christian: (Nods) The rituals were what I was most fascinated with. You mix blood with ash and the gratings of a cloven hoof and you can bring nature to bear. Poison water, turn crops to rot. That's real power - it's not power you own, but power you wield nonetheless. That book contains power, but not the kind that Katarina hoped it was. Dr. Angle: How do you mean? Christian: Katarina and her followers are eco-terrorists who masquerade as a coven. They don't understand cost and sacrifice - they're just out to save the trees. I believed her, and I taught her things. How to turn steel to rust in an instant to ruin the treads of a bulldozer, how to turn the land to mud and bring locusts to run off developers. It was never enough for her, though. She wanted bigger and more powerful. She would say, "we won't be finished until we can wipe the bile of man off Gaia's face." (Pauses) When I got my hands on the Last Appeal, I was just a kid like her. I thought I knew everything, but I had wise elders who taught me patience. In that patience I learned everything I could learn about the Appeal, and the things described in it. I learned that it was not what I thought it was. I learned I had been wrong. Dr. Angle: What did you think it was? Christian: A nature god. An appeal to Gaia. We all did, and Katarina did too. She didn't believe me - assumed I was holding information from her because I was scared. I was scared, but not because I was worried she would bring forth Gaia's champion. I was scared because The One Who Knows Silence In The Earth isn't a nature god at all. It's a god of sacrifice. The world it resides in, the creatures that inhabit that place, they're all byproducts of sacrifices and rituals. They're sustained by them. The souls of humans, of plants and animals, things far away and things very close. It takes those souls and turns them into new life, in its own image. It will remake this world, but the world it creates will not be a world mankind can survive in. It'd be like… replacing the rivers and lakes with battery acid. Dr. Angle: How do we close the gate? Christian: (Laughs) You can't. Not that she cared about that - she was obsessed. She wanted to remake the world, for Gaia. The cost is too high. Dr. Angle: How do we kill the creature within it? Christian: Kill it? How do you kill a god? You can't kill it, not with all the bombs and bullets in the universe. It is sustained by rituals. Not just rituals involving goats and blood and the full moon. Smaller rituals, smaller sacrifices, made by everyday people. Even those that your Foundation performs, to keep the dark things hidden away. That's how you kill it. You stop performing rituals, you stop making sacrifices, and The One Who Knows Silence In The Earth will disappear. Just like that. Dr. Angle: You know we can't do that. Christian: Then you can't kill it. That's it. You can't kill it, and you'd better pray to whatever gods are still listening that it doesn't find that gateway, because the moment it gets out here is the moment it starts performing its own rituals, and it won't be satisfied by hooves and ash. Addendum 4971.9: SCP-4971-▽ Note: The following is the audio/video transcript of the recordings collected by Mobile Task Force Epsilon-13 "Manifest Destiny". SECURE DOCUMENT Audio/Visual Transcript E-13 Eclipse - Team Lead E-13 Roman - Fire Team E-13 Mercury - Fire Team E-13 Nine-Eyes - Communications Camera activates, facing Eclipse. He is clearly worn and emaciated. Eclipse: This is Eclipse, transmitting for uh… for anyone who can hear us. We've been in here two months now, and rations have all but run out. Can't eat anything in here; it burns your mouth, even the plants. Water is drinkable, but I think it's making us sick. My eyesight is starting to go, and we lo- uh… (pauses) we lost Atlantis, so that's… that's where we're at now. We're up in the mountains, and we've found a place we can cross, and we're going to go there. We can see everything from up here, if you, uh, if you look- (camera pauses to pan over the forest, which extends out in every direction) yeah, out there. It's just forest, as far as we can see. Sun is still setting, sometimes it gets dark. We see lights sometimes over the mountains, which is why we're… why we're going there. So that's where we're at. Camera goes dark as Eclipse reconnects it to his helmet. Eclipse: Let's go. Let's get up there, come on. The remaining members of the E-13 team move up the sheer mountain face. It is clear now that they were resting on a narrow outcropping. It is unclear how they were able to climb such a steep angle without climbing equipment. After a short time, they reach a larger outcropping. From where they are standing they can see a path between two peaks, and the four of them slowly move forward towards the path. Eclipse looks at Roman and Mercury, who also look severely emaciated. He looks back at Nine-Eyes, who is heavily bandaged. Eclipse: Come on, guys. We're almost there. A few more steps and we're there. Then we get to go home. We cross here and we get to go home. The team passes through the area between the two peaks. As they exit the pathway onto the other side, they find themselves on a wide plateau overlooking more forest and more mountains. A river cuts through the forest far below. The audio begins to become distorted. Eclipse: (static) there, she's down there. Hey. Hey! You! Turn around! Turn around where I can see you! A naked human figure is dancing on the edge of the mountain ahead. Eclipse, Roman, and Nine-Eyes draw their weapons. As they approach, they can see a symbol drawn on the ground beneath her. A human heart lies discarded nearby. She is singing. Unknown Woman: (Singing) Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking, and when- Eclipse: Get on the ground! Get on the fucking ground! The woman turns to face the group, revealing herself to be Katarina Randolph. She does not stop dancing. A large wound is visible on her chest. Roman: Get down! I swear to god I'll fucking kill you! Katarina Randolph: Oh, but I watch her so sadly. How can I tell her I love her- Gunshots as Roman fires on Katarina Randolph. She stumbles back slightly and laughs, and then goes quiet as Nine-Eyes shoots her with his rifle. She collapses to the ground. Eclipse: Fuck. (Heavy breathing) Is that it? Silence. Roman: I think that's- A sudden loud, low, droning sound fills the air, followed by a flash of light. All remaining members of the E-13 team are knocked off their feet and fall to the ground. Roman and Nine-Eyes' video recorders are disabled instantaneously. The audio recorder fills with static. Eclipse stands. SCP-4971-▽. In the valley below them is SCP-4971-▽: a titanic, cervine entity. It does not have a head or neck; instead, the entire structure has been replaced by a massive, vibrating, white glowing crest. Around its torso orbits white glowing orbs that, as they spin, send shimmering white particulate into the air all around it. SCP-4971-▽ takes long, slow steps forward into the valley, and turns to face the task force. In the center of the main seal is a glowing, circular disc with a pitch black center. The body of Katarina Randolph shivers and then is lifted upwards as if by the shoulders and hangs in the air a meter off the ground. Roman lifts his weapon to fire, but the body begins laughing. Katarina Randolph: Gaia! Gaia! I'm yours! Have me! The body shakes, and following the same inverted scream as heard by the I-44 team Katarina Randolph's head collapses into itself as a spinning white seal emerges from within it. It rotates rapidly before settling and turning to face the group. In unison, the static on their radios ceases. Still frame from recovered video. Unknown Signal: Yes, I would give my heart gladly. But each day as she walks to the sea- Eclipse, Roman, and Nine-Eyes begin firing at Katarina Randolph, who begins to move away from them rapidly. The same low droning sound is heard as E-13 Mercury turns to flee. The moment before she passes into the pathway between the mountain peaks behind them, she turns to see Eclipse, Roman, and Nine-Eyes suspended in the air. As their hearts are violently pulled from their bodies by an unseen force, E-13 Mercury turns and runs. Mercury: (Heavy breathing) Oh my god… oh my god… oh my god… The skies begin to darken as the sun sets. E-13 Mercury sprints through the mountain pass, emerging again on the near side of the mountain. She takes a few steps forward and stops as the figure of Katarina Randolph appears in the air in front of her. Mercury's heartrate slows, and she reaches for the knife in her belt. Mercury: Alright. Alright. Come on, you pixie bitch. Let's fucking go. Mercury rushes Katarina Randolph. There is another loud droning sound, and E-13 Mercury's audio and video feed are disabled. Addendum 4971.10: Additional Transmissions After loss of communication with both the E-13 and I-44 teams, Site-81 Command announced a moratorium on additional exploration attempts into SCP-4971, and the site was sealed. The sounds of unidentified creatures continued to be heard from within the SouthWood Park Mall, but no additional teams were inserted to investigate the conditions within the mall. On October 19th, 2007, a single transmitter within SCP-4971 connected and began transmitting. Following this was a considerable transfer of information to the on-site data server, including weather, topology, and electromagnetic field data from within the anomaly. In addition to this, the full video and audio logs of the I-44 and E-13 teams were transmitted. At the conclusion of this transfer, the transmitter disconnected again. On October 29th, 2007, the transmitter activated again, this time showing a video feed of a Foundation-issued wide band radio tower on the top of a mountain. This video feed remained for six minutes and thirty-two seconds before disconnecting. On November 19th, 2007, a single still-frame image of the ground was transmitted to the on-site data server. Written in the dirt were the words "still here". Still frame from recovered video. On June 16th, 2015, the transmitter activated for eighteen seconds. During this period, a woman's face is visible. She appears to be very frightened. She pulls back far enough to mouth the words "can't run anymore" and "sorry" before the transmitter deactivates. No additional transmissions have been received. Footnotes 1. From the Foundation Classification Committee Handbook on Esoteric Containment Classes, Rev. 19, 2019, "In contrast to the Euclid and Keter classes, wherein containment procedures do exist for a potentially animate anomalous entity or artifact and are within the ability of the Foundation or others to manifest, the Cernnunos-class exists to signify that while containment procedures are available for such an anomalous entity or artifact (specifically those containment procedures involving occult responses to ethereal, preternatural, or transmundane entities), the scope or requirements of those containment procedures are either outside of the Foundation's ability to manifest or the procedures have been determined to have an unacceptable cost per a ruling by the Foundation Ethics Committee. Additionally, this classification contrasts with the Uncontained, Ticonderoga, and Apollyon classes as containment procedures do exist in some form, even if they cannot be properly utilized." 2. 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SCP-4972 | esoteric-class | Dr. Carè Item #: SCP-4972 Special Containment Procedures: The Adaptive Containment Chamber (ACC) SCP-4972 is believed to reside in is to remain in the section of Site-22 it was first found in. This ACC is to be kept under guard by a security team of at least ten personnel at all times. No attempts are to be made, outside of already agreed testing protocol, to observe or access the interior of the ACC. Any approved attempts to access the interior of the ACC through testing are to be done according to this procedure: All testing is to be performed by a single member of D-Class personnel. No recording devices are to observe the testing process. All security personnel are to turn away from the ACC during the moment of entry, and noise-cancellation headgear is to be activated until the ACC is resealed. The amount of time the D-Class operative is to remain in the ACC is to be specified beforehand. The D-Class operative is not to be released until this time has been reached. In the event that a D-Class operative does not attempt to leave once this time has been reached, the ACC is to remain sealed. Following emergence from the ACC, the D-Class is to be decontaminated, scanned remotely for bodily anomalies and interviewed by Dr. Carè. Interview is to take place in a sealed interview room, with the interviewer and subject in separated sections. Until the interview has been concluded and the D-Class in question has been confirmed non-compromised, no individuals are to make any form of direct contact with them. Once testing is concluded and all relevant information logged, the D-Class is to be administered a Class-A amnestic to excise any memory of said test. All information gained from D-Class testing is to be accessed only by Dr. Carè. In the event of his death or otherwise becoming incapable of performing his duties, access is to pass to the next highest ranking member of research personnel. Description: SCP-4972 is an object, entity or phenomenon presumed to exist within an Adaptive Containment Chamber located at Site-22. Discovery: The existence of SCP-4972 was first discovered during a routine system scan of Site-22. It was discovered that, since previous checks had been performed, an unused section was draining large amounts of power from the site's generators. Upon investigation, the ACC was discovered in the area in question, with the designation emblazoned on its side indicating it was containing SCP-4972. The ACC is an experimental containment chamber designed for secure storage of Red Threat Level anomalies. Note that a prototype for the ACC had not yet been completed when SCP-4972 was found. No individuals stationed at Site-22 could explain how the ACC was transported into Site-22, and mnestic therapy of numerous personnel proved that no memories existed of the ACC's arrival. In addition, no personnel could explain why the section of Site-22 the ACC was found in had been unused for such a long period of time. Upon subsequent investigation into the SCP-4972 designation on the Foundation archives, only the following message was found: The seal on the Adaptive Containment Chamber is not to be broken. Do not enter the chamber or attempt to remove anything from it. Do not attempt to observe the inside of the chamber. Do not attempt to deduce its contents. Do not speculate about its contents. No further information can be divulged. I'm sorry. O5-6 (Command Code ████-████-████-████) In a similar manner to the personnel of Site-22, mnestic therapy of O5-6 found that they possessed no memories concerning SCP-4972 or the appearance of the ACC, nor had they possessed them at any point. In addition, the command codes attached to the message were outdated by several years. In order to confirm the nature of SCP-4972, while still following the majority of the directives found in the original note, the current procedures for testing were created by Dr. Carè and approved by O5-6. Test Log 4972-1: Subject: D-29102. Time in ACC: 120 seconds. Subject entered the ACC according to the testing procedures and emerged 120 seconds later. Scans showed no abnormalities within her body. Interview was conducted five minutes after the subject emerged from the ACC. <Begin Log> Dr. Carè: Good evening. How do you feel? D-29102: Uh, fine, I guess. Why'd you have me go in there, anyway? You didn't even have me do anything. Dr. Carè: Just a bit of routine testing. Can you tell me what exactly you saw in there? D-29102: Well, just a room, right? (Pause.) Dr. Carè: A little more specific, please. D-29102: Oh, right. Well, kind of a square-ish room, all lit up by this one light in the ceiling. The walls were covered in this kind of, uh, I don't really know how to describe it. Bubble-wrap? Dr. Carè: That would be the adaptive membrane, yes. That fits with the schematics. Anything else? D-29102: Nothing much. I kinda just stood around for two minutes, then knocked on the door like you said. I guess there was kind of a snarky breakfast noise, but that was it. (Pause.) Dr. Carè: A what? D-29102: A snarky breakfast noise. Why? Dr. Carè: Oh, sorry. I thought you said something else. D-29102: So, there anything else? (laughs) I gotta say, this wasn't much of a test. You guys kinda hyped it up for me, you know? Dr. Carè: Well, I suppose if that's all you noticed, then I've nothing else to ask. We'll keep you on hand for more tests, just to make sure everything's fine, then you'll be released as agreed. D-29102: Cool. (Dr. Carè stands up and exits through the door on his side of the interview room. D-29102 stands up and exits through the far wall.) <End Log> Test Log 4972-2: Subject: D-39112. Time in ACC: Five minutes. Prior to entering the ACC, the subject was put through several rounds of cognito-therapy in order to enable perception of phenomena beyond usual human capabilities. Subject entered the ACC according to the testing procedures and emerged five minutes later. Scans showed no abnormalities within his body. Interview was conducted five minutes after the subject emerged from the ACC. <Begin Log> Dr. Carè: Hello, D-39112. How are you feeling? D-39112: Doesn't it get hard to remember that number? Can't you just call me, like, Steve or something? Dr. Carè: Very well. How are you feeling, Steve? D-39112: Sick. Dr. Carè: You're feeling unwell? D-39112: No, no, sick as in good. Sick. (Pause.) Dr. Carè: Okay, I'm glad to hear that. Could you tell me about what you saw while in the ACC? D-39112: The what? Dr. Carè: (sighs) The room we just put you in, Steven. D-39112: Oh right, yeah, yeah. Well, I went in there like you said, looked around and when I was a kid I used to watch this show on television called Bernard the Bouncing Bunny. Have you seen that television program? (Dr. Carè takes notes for ten seconds.) Dr. Carè: No, I haven't. D-39112: The show is primarily centered around a character called, you guessed it, Bernard the Bouncing Bunny. He is a playful rabbit with an identical spot on both his ears. He is prone to getting into all sorts of mischief including Percy the Police Pooch as well as a giant spider that remains unnamed by the producers to this day. (Dr. Carè takes notes for one minute.) Dr. Carè: I see, please continue. D-39112: When I was a kid, I was watching this program, you understand? On my television. The aerial was scooping it out of the air like ice cream, and I felt like it was my sky dream. Do you own a television? (Dr. Carè takes notes for seven minutes.) Dr. Carè: Yes, I do. Why do you ask? D-39112: Just curious. On my television, sometimes a playful rabbit appears. Even when I'm out shopping, I see him in the shards of glass with an identical spot on both his ears. He is my favourite television personality. (Dr. Carè takes notes for five hours.) Dr. Carè: I'm sorry, what was the bunny's name? D-39112: Bernard. (Dr. Carè takes notes for six hundred and thirty-four years.) Dr. Carè: Well, thank you for this information. It's been extremely helpful. D-39112: No problem, man. (Dr. Carè stands up and exits the interview room through the door on his side of the interview room. D-39112 does the same on his side of the interview room.) <End Log> Test Log 4972-3: Subject: Dr. Carè. Time in ACC: Six hours. During a containment breach at Site-22, security personnel assigned to SCP-4972 were reassigned to assist with efforts to stop said breach and secure the facility. Dr. Carè is believed to have entered the ACC in order to conduct unauthorized testing of SCP-4972 at this point. He was released upon the return of security personnel six hours later. Scans showed no abnormalities within his body. Interview was conducted by Dr. Lesteigh five minutes after Dr. Carè emerged from the ACC. <Begin Log> Dr. Lesteigh: Why'd you do it, Jon? I mean, come on. Dr. Carè: I had to know. Something was wrong. Dr. Lesteigh: What do you mean, something was wrong? I want an actual explanation for what the hell you were thinking. You drew up those testing procedures yourself, for god's sake! Dr. Carè: Which one is me? Dr. Lesteigh: What? Dr. Carè: Am I me, or am I you? I can't … I'm having difficulty telling. (laughs) Can you help me, please? (Pause.) Dr. Lesteigh: Are you feeling alright, Jon? Dr. Carè: Yes. No. No, of course I'm not feeling alright. I need to … I need to tell you, to let you know before it happens. Dr. Lesteigh: Before what happens? Dr. Carè: I don't know. Something. Something will happen, I don't know what. I need to - I need to tell you something, okay? Dr. Lesteigh: Okay. Go ahead. Dr. Carè: We shouldn't have opened it. We shouldn't have opened it, Noah. I saw … words. I don't have the words, there are too many. We need to cut them down a bit, we only need ten or so. What the hell am I talking about? I feel like bath-bubbles. Dr. Lesteigh: Bath-bubbles? Dr. Carè: Spreading, spreading, um, diluting, yes, that's the word. That's what it is - don't write this down, don't write this down! You'll get too close to it! Dr. Lesteigh: What do you mean? We need to get the interview on file, Jon. It'll help with future tests. (Dr. Carè begins visibly hyperventilating.) Dr. Carè: Something is wrong. Something is wrong. Don't even think about it, don't try to work it out, you're getting too close to it. I shouldn't have said anything. I shouldn't have said anything, I'm sorry. (Dr. Carè looks down at his hands and begins screaming. Dr. Lesteigh stands up.) Dr. Lesteigh: What is it? What's wrong, Jon? Dr. Carè: What the hell did you do to me?! My hands! Look at my fucking hands! What is this place?! Where am I?! Where am I?! (The second Dr. Carè approaches the observation window, hunched over and grinning widely. He taps on the glass with his index finger rhythmically, then sinks into the floor seven seconds later.) (Dr. Lesteigh turns and leaves the interview room through the door on his side of the interview room. Dr. Carè does not.) <End Log> |
SCP-4973 | keter | Item #: SCP-4973 Site Responsible: MUROVH Site-30 Director: Eric Riverson Research Head: Lorraine Casper Assigned Task Force: Mu-13 Level 4/4973 CLASSIFIED SCP-4973 (D-10000), formerly Gordon K. Markovitch. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4973 is contained inside an Incorporeal Entity Vacuum Chamber under constant watch by members of MTF Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters"). Outside the entrance to SCP-4973's containment unit are four Harrington-Hollow Neutralizer Wards situated at the edges of the doorway to prevent SCP-4973 from escaping. The interiors of both the ceiling and the floor have also been lined with nPDNs for security measures. The Department of Spectral Phenomena are to research methods of amnesticization and site-wide dispersal rituals for phantasmic entities, as SCP-4973 and others like it pose a serious threat to Foundation secrecy. MTF Sigma-5 ("'; DROP TABLE taskforces —") is to routinely check the SCiPNET Database for any signs of informational breaches or if it was used through anomalous means. Description: SCP-4973 refers to the spirit of D-10000, a D-Class known in life as Gordon Kardivachlus Markovitch1. Prior to SCP-4973's aggressive state, SCP-4973 was originally classified as an "inactive" or dormant phantasmic entity2, but quickly became aware of its surroundings and has breached containment numerous times in the past. SCP-4973, through some way, has managed to access the SCiPNET Database Terminal. This has caused SCP-4973 to learn about the numerous anomalous entities and phenomena documented within the database and the identities of the research, security, and administrative staff within Site-30 and its location. SCP-4973 has been responsible for a total of twelve containment breaches, and has assisted in the suicides of at least six personnel. History: After Foundation acquisition and immediate Class D induction, D-10000 was the subject of 25 controlled experiments involving various anomalous entities and phenomena. Among these experiments included repeated exposure to SCP-158. D-10000 perished during an experiment with SCP-████; the remains of D-10000 were later taken away to undergo processing in a waste disposal refinery nearby. Three months after, personnel reported anomalous activity within the site. Such anomalous phenomena reported has consisted of: Unexplained noises emerging from the private domiciles of research staff and agents. An immediate decrease in temperature when approaching the D-Class Block. Disappearing items and objects belonging to personnel when alone in a room. Hallucinations of a figure covered in blood and wearing a D-Class jumpsuit, appearing on mirrors or reflective surfaces. Feelings of dread and being "watched and followed" by an unseen presence among staff. A dark silhouette running away from view when observing the far end of a hallway. Various server errors occurring within the database terminal. While some of these issues were taken into account, most were largely ignored by Site-30's directorial board, citing that these incidents were due to the increasing amount of mental strain and pressure of working under the Foundation. Addendum 4973.1: Spectral Classification Excerpt ACCESS ADDENDUM ACCESS GRANTED Class IV - "A Class IV spectral entity is a degree of aggression higher than that of a Class III. Entities belonging to this class hold a degree of malevolence towards the individual or the group of individuals that are responsible for the entity's death during its life. Unlike Class III, Class IV spectral entities will cause changes to the perpetrator's environment in the form of moving physical objects, temperature reduction, and inducing hallucinations in an act of vengeance or deserved justice towards those responsible." - Derived from the Hollow-Kessler Spectral Classification System. Addendum 4973.2: Interview Log ACCESS ADDENDUM ACCESS GRANTED Date: 02/08/29 Interviewed: SCP-4973 (D-10000) Interviewer: Dr. Lorraine Casper [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Casper: Hello SCP-4973. How are you today? SCP-4973 does not respond. Dr. Casper: Gordon. SCP-4973: No. Not doing this. Dr. Casper: You have to comply. I just want to know why you did it. How did you access the terminals? How- SCP-4973: Nah. You're keeping me 'round 'cause you know what I know. And that I know a lotta shit on your goddamn organization, even on you, Lori. Dr. Casper: Threatening me or my superiors will not do you anything good. You killed a lot of my colleagues when you were still loose, Gordon. SCP-4973 appears visibly angry. Dr. Casper is later reminded to not aggravate the entity. SCP-4973: "Gordon"? You trying to appeal to my humanity, doc? There's nothing human left in me anymore. Hell, there's nothing "human" in your job either. C'mon, You fed men, women, and children to these things for Chrissake! And I thought I was a monster for killing a woman! Dr. Casper: You murdered your wife for getting mad at you over dinner. Furthermore, what I do and what my organization does is none of your business. SCP-4973 visibly scoffs at Dr. Casper and begins to rub the bridge of its nose. Dr. Casper: I want to know how you got those files. Those files needed clearance. You don't have an ID and I doubt you have a password in your head. SCP-4973: And why the fuck would I tell you? I don't have to. Dr. Casper: You risk termination if you won't comply. If you think this won't stop us from letting you die a second time, then you're sadly mistaken. SCP-4973 remains silent. Dr. Casper: Good. Now, how did you access the terminal? SCP-4973: I- I just- y'know, waved my hand across it. It freaked out for a second and then it just- stopped being all fucked. I could just move my fingers around the air and the tabs would just roll up. Easy as that. Dr. Casper: So you could just- what, manipulate the database? How did you even know you could even do that? SCP-4973: Beats me. It felt like some attraction. Like magnets from afar getting closer and closer. I dunno, something like that. Dr. Casper: And what about your attempts to breach the containment of all the dangerous anomalies we had contained? SCP-4973: Huh? Wait, what? Dr. Casper: You used the ID cards of Dr. Yurkov and Dr. Orson to release them. SCP-4973: That wasn't me. Wait, you thought that was me who did all that? Dr. Casper: Yes…? SCP-4973: I don't know any doctor named Orson or Yurkov. I just grabbed the dirt on anyone and anything I could. I don't- hold on a minute. Dr. Casper: What? What is it? SCP-4973: Oh- Oh! Ohhhhhh… I get it now! I- Oh, this is so rich. (SCP-4973 starts laughing at Dr. Casper.) Dr. Casper: What? What are you laughing about? SCP-4973: God, this whole time, you and your ghost-hunting crew never knew? Dr. Casper: It would make things easier for the both of us if you just- SCP-4973: Nah. I don't think I will. All this time and you never realized it. God, that look on your face when you find out its been right under your noses this whole time. SCP-4973 continues to smile for the remainder of the interview, refusing to answer and respond to the questions. [END LOG] Addendum 4973.3: Conversation between Dr. Casper and Director Riverson ACCESS ADDENDUM ACCESS GRANTED The following is a transcript of a phone conversation between Dr. Casper to Director Riverson of Site-30. Dr. Riverson: Hello? Dr. Casper: Hi Eric. It's uh me, Lorraine. You're probably wondering why I called you on your personal line instead of the- the uh… work one. Dr. Riverson: Lorraine? What are you doing calling me on this line? And where the hell are you? You've been gone for a week! Dr. Casper: That's uh… that's because I don't think we're safe inside the site. Hell, I don't think we're safe anywhere in any site at all and I can't take any chances with the work phones in case someone's listening in. Can't take the risk. (Dr. Casper clears her throat.) I- uh… I think we might be compromised. Dr. Riverson: Wh- What? What are you- Dr. Casper: Yeah, I know. It's bad. Real bad. Uh… I think it's got something to do with 4973 during the interview. The last one I did with him. He said something about- about something being under our noses. Then he told me that he never did any of the breaches. He denied it all except for trying to hack into the database. We still aren't any closer to figuring out how he managed to do that. But that's besides the point. (Dr. Casper can be heard sighing on the other line.) I believe that 497- Gordon was telling the truth, that he never committed any of the breaches. We checked the records too. During his tenure as a Class D, he never encountered Yurkov or Orson in any of the tests. Hell, Orson wasn't even employed until 2009. Dr. Riverson: Great, but what does that have to do with- Dr. Casper: The breaches? Well, I think that might be because of other spectral forces at work that have it out for us the same way Gordon does. Dr. Riverson: Wait, you don't mean- Dr. Casper: Yes, yes, yes. That's right: Site-30 is infested with the souls of dead Class D's. (There is silence on both lines for a short period of time.) Dr. Riverson: Are you… serious? How do you know that? Dr. Casper: I did a sweep of the site using what the department has available to detect them. The study of spectral entities is still a new study in the anomalous, but we do know that these things leak out a certain type of energy all the time everywhere they go. It's what people commonly refer to as "ectoplasm". It's some kind of energy that comes off of them. Like when a spider or a snake molts its skin. It's waste, is what I'm trying to say. We found a lot of that residue inside the site, Eric. Dr. Riverson: How come you only knew about this now? Dr. Casper: Because dormant spectral entities leak so very little of this essence, that it's undetectable to our equipment. We can't pick any of it up. If they're not aware of what's going on or what's happening, their "bodies" don't emit it in large enough quantities for us to find them. But Eric, it's not just that. We thought we found the culprit when we bagged Gordon, but we never stopped to think and realize that maybe it wasn't him. We got distracted, and we let the others roam free. Over time, they remembered what happened to them. There's some good news to this though: We've identified the active ones roaming our facility. Five of them to be exact, and we managed to grab one of them and contain it. Dr. Riverson: …and the bad news? Dr. Casper: That- uh- well, there's probably- no, definitely more inactive ones roaming inside the site. They just haven't woken up yet. Dr. Riverson: Jesus Christ, Lorraine. Alright, uh… you're in charge of site containment effective immediately. There's dozens of these things like 4973 just waiting to emerge and I don't think it's going to go well for any of us if the others realize that every containment breach caused by "human error" is the fault of a poltergeist. Dr. Casper: Yes, I know. My team's setting up more work on the equipment to detect them more efficiently. We're drafting up more contingencies for all of this. But Eric…? Dr. Riverson: Yes? Dr. Casper: I don't think this is just limited to our site. I think every single facility in the Foundation that has ever used a D-Class in their experiments is also affected by this. Dr. Riverson: But that's- Dr. Casper: All of them. Dr. Riverson: Oh dear God. This is fucked. Dr. Casper: Sure is. We'll keep in touch, Eric. Footnotes 1. By 1981, Gordon Markovitch had already been convicted of the second-degree murder of his wife following a heated argument that culminated in Markovitch grabbing a kitchen knife and stabbing her across the chest 24 times. 2. Depending on the severity of the trauma received prior to death, phantasmic entities will not remember their previous life before and will often suffer from extreme memory-loss. During this stage, these entities will try to recollect and remember their previous lives in an attempt to reconcile with whatever discourse that has prevented them from moving on. This process may take months, years, and even decades depending on the mental trauma that was inflicted upon the spectral figure before its passing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4973" by Connor MacWarren, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4973. 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. Name: Benboulaid.JPG Author: Benboulaid License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4974 | safe | Item #: SCP-4974 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4974 is to be contained in an insulated storage unit at Site-22, which is to be kept under guard by one member of security personnel. Any individuals performing testing or physical inspection of SCP-4974 must wear full-body protective gear in order to prevent severe electrocution. Description: SCP-4974 is an anomalous organism aesthetically identical to the character of Pikachu from the Pokémon media franchise. Despite appearing to be a rodent organism upon exterior examination, interior examination shows that SCP-4974's body contains no bones, muscles or blood, instead being composed entirely of a bright yellow substance similar in consistency and texture to a sea sponge. While in containment, SCP-4974 has been observed to perform the following actions: Cocking its head and saying the word 'Pikachu'. Jumping in place, saying the word 'Pikachu', and then jumping in place again. Running in a small circle. Projecting an electrical field of variable severity in the one-meter area immediately surrounding it. SCP-4974 has not been observed to move outside of performing these specific actions. Thus far, observation has shown no specific pattern to when SCP-4974 performs these actions, or in what order, and they do not appear to be responses to any specific stimuli. Furthermore, SCP-4974 has shown no signs of recognizing or even perceiving events that occur around it. For these reasons, it is currently unclear whether SCP-4974 is sapient or even possesses a consciousness at all. Discovery: SCP-4974 was recovered from a crime scene in White Falls, New Mexico by members of the local police department. As these officers reported their findings among monitored channels, Foundation agents were quickly dispatched and retrieved SCP-4974 without further incident. The crime scene in which SCP-4974 was originally found, a suburban residence in the area, contained the following: The corpse of local woodworker Paul Terrance in the living room. Cause of death judged as suicide from gunshot wound to the temple. Six popped and slightly burnt balloons throughout the house. Inspection showed them to read 'Happy Birthday'. A copy of modern alchemical text The Progeny of Paracelsus by A.A. Gilford. The book was found in the basement, along with three other materials. Three hundred and twenty-two copies of the GameBoy game Pokemon Yellow, sixty-one of which had been partially ground into dust using a nearby mortar and pestle. Six Erlenmeyer flasks containing a compound composed of the previously mentioned dust, broken-down sea sponge and human semen1. Three horse wombs, two of which contained objects resembling malformed and inactive instances of SCP-4974. The third was empty. The corpse of Paul Terrance's eight-year old son, Adam Terrance, in his bedroom. Cause of death judged as cardiac arrest following exposure to an electrical current. Footnotes 1. Analysis shows this material to originate from Paul Terrance. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4974" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4974. 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-4975 | euclid | An engraving by ████ ██ █████, dating back to 1863. Believed to be a depiction of SCP-4975. Item #: SCP-4975 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4975 is to be contained in a standard steel containment cell. Human contact with SCP-4975 is prohibited. In case of a containment breach, any Foundation personnel persistently hearing a rhythmic cracking noise are to isolate themselves from other people and patiently wait until SCP-4975 is put back in its containment chamber, or the cracking stops. Description: SCP-4975 is a vaguely humanoid entity with various avian attributes, the most notable of which is its beak. Its body structure is long and thin overall, and its limbs taper off into formless extremities, lacking distinct digits. A thick, hardened skin layer covers the entirety of its body, including its beak. Its cervical vertebrae are not interconnected, and appear to be able to move independently of one another. SCP-4975 continuously rotates them one vertebra at a time, from back to front, ending with its head, in a rhythmic fashion. This produces a clicking or cracking sound with each movement. SCP-4975 only stops moving its neck in this manner when it is preparing for an attack. SCP-4975 has been observed to stalk future victims for extended periods of time before finally deciding to attack, sometimes as long as 10 months or more. It kills its victim by means of its appendages, which it uses to bludgeon and tear at the victim's body. It will always eat the cadaver afterward, and an average adult human appears to last it about 3 months. SCP-4975 is thought to be the subject of multiple folk tales from Germany, its country of origin. Evidence of SCP-4975 dates as far back as 1538, with both written and visual artistic depictions of it having been uncovered from that time period. There are also multiple German nursery rhymes that are thought to concern SCP-4975, one of which can be found in Addendum 4975-B. Despite SCP-4975's permanent presence in its containment cell, new incidents and sightings continue to be reported from its region of origin. Investigation by Foundation operatives is currently underway. Investigation discontinued indefinitely. Reclassification of SCP-4975 to Keter-class currently pending. See Addendum 4975-A. Addendum 4975-A: The following event log details the contents of a video captured by the bodycam of one of the Foundation operatives investigating recent SCP-4975-related reports near the Black Forest (Schwarzwald), Germany. No audio was recorded. <Begin Log, 16-09-2002, 13:52:49> Foreword: Foundation operatives were investigating a Freiburg citizen who had told local law enforcement that he had been hearing a rhythmic clicking noise for over 4 months, and that someone was stalking him. The operatives had taken him into their custody and told law enforcement that he experienced paranoia and auditory hallucinations due to side effects of the chemotherapy he was receiving at that time as a cover-up. The following was recorded on the day they had ordered the man to show them where he had last seen SCP-4975. Several armed Foundation operatives are walking in a wooded area. One can be seen talking into a handheld transceiver. A Freiburg citizen is among them. He appears to be out of breath and nervous, looking around frantically and clutching his arms to his chest. After a few minutes go by, he freezes in place. He says something and points towards a tree. Some of the operatives turn to see what he is looking at. They appear confused. There is nothing behind the tree visible on camera. The man seems to panic and stumbles backwards, still pointing at nothing. Note: According to surveillance footage, at this exact time, SCP-4975 had stopped rotating its neck and was instead staring motionless at the southeastern corner of its containment cell. Suddenly, the local man is forcibly thrown to the ground. He is struck multiple times in the head and torso by an unseen aggressor. Several operatives fire at the presumed source of the attack, but hit nothing. One attempts to grab the man and drag him away, but a large wound starts appearing on his midriff, from where he seems to be anchored. The operative gives up after attempting to move the man only further tears open the wound. The operative talking into the handheld transceiver then raises his firearm and shoots the local man in the head, killing him. After a few moments, strips of flesh start to get ripped off the dead body one by one. Once the strips are completely detached from the body, they vanish. Note: At this time, SCP-4975, which had not been fed, appeared to be eating. <End Log, 16-09-2002, 13:57:02> Addendum 4975-B: An old nursery rhyme from Germany, believed to be about SCP-4975. It has lost most of its rhyming scheme due to being translated from German. "Tick tock", the cuckoo clock ticks. "Cuckoo", the bird inside sings. Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock. As ticks the time, so ticks your heart. May you live long as you hear its song. Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock. Listen close, for when it stops the hatchling comes out of its home. Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick- Did you hear it? Did it stop? My child, it meant your time was up. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4975" by Scented_Shadow, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4975. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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SCP-4976 | safe | Item#: 4976 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4976-2 must be a member of Foundation personnel with a security clearance level of at least 2/4976 and must be either C- or B-Class personnel. Should the ability of SCP-4976-2 to possess SCP-4976-1 be compromised, a successor is to be chosen by the Project Director. A given year's instance of SCP-4976-3 is to be confiscated from SCP-4976-2 one week after it is initially received. It is then to be stored in an archive publicly available to all site personnel with Level 3/4976 security clearance or higher. This excludes SCP-4976-2, who, after the initial week, may never view SCP-4976-3 instances without explicit permission from the Project Director. Confirmation of SCP-4976-1's presence in the possession of SCP-4976-2 is to be performed 183 days after the most recent instance of SCP-4976-3 was received. Should SCP-4976-2 discover SCP-4976-1 is absent from their possession at any point, they are to immediately report it to the Project Director. SCP-4976-1 is currently in the possession of Junior Researcher Jacob Hernandez due to his willingness to receive SCP-4976-3 and his involvement in its discovery. Description: SCP-4976 is the collective designation given to a phenomenon involving a receipt (SCP-4976-1), a series of photo albums (SCP-4976-3), and individuals affected by both (SCP-4976-2). SCP-4976-1 is a receipt, seemingly for the purchase of a commercially-produced vacation photo album, dated 17/09/1976. On the back, the words "Let's do it again sometime, shall we?" are written in what appears to be charcoal. SCP-4976-1 shows visible signs of mild to moderate water damage, but the writing is somehow not affected. SCP-4976-1's anomalous effects manifest when it is in the possession of an individual who is aware of its presence in their possession. This individual is hereby designated SCP-4976-2. SCP-4976-2 will begin to receive unmarked photo albums annually in mid-late September. These photo albums will not contain photos of SCP-4976-2 themselves, but photos taken by others for the purpose of vacation documentation in which SCP-4976-2 was unintentionally present. This presence does not need to be full, but usually includes SCP-4976-2's face, a significant or recognizable portion of the clothing SCP-4976-2 was wearing at the time, or other identifiable quality. These albums are designated SCP-4976-3, with each year's instance being designated based on the year it was received (the instance received in 2001 would be SCP-4976-3-2001, for example). After approximately two weeks of continued exposure to SCP-4976-3 (exposure is considered to be possession and regular viewing of the album), SCP-4976-2's memories of the past year will begin to change. This change takes place in four stages. Stage 1 is characterized by a marked increase in the clarity of SCP-4976-2's memories of the moments documented in SCP-4976-3. Stage 2 begins after approximately one month of continued exposure, and is defined by SCP-4976-2 being resistant or unwilling to give up SCP-4976-3. If SCP-4976-3 is successfully confiscated, the effects of Stage 2 should subside within approximately a week. However, if it is not, SCP-4976-2 will soon progress to Stage 3. During Stage 3, SCP-4976-2 will note the appearance of new memories alongside their old ones, seemingly from the perspective of the intended subjects of the photos in the album, and the content of which includes the events several seconds before, during, and after the capture of the photograph. Upon reaching Stage 4, these new memories completely replace the old memories. If questioned on a given photograph, SCP-4976-2 will refer to the intended subject of the photograph in the first person, and to themselves in the third person. All other memories remain intact. While SCP-4976-2 is aware there has been a change in their memories, they are not aware what change has occurred unless explicitly told. It is unknown why this knowledge does not carry over between instances of Stage 4. Stages 3 and 4 seemingly occur for different photographs at random rates, but all complete before the next instance of SCP-4976-3 is received. Should the identity of SCP-4976-2 change throughout the year, SCP-4976-3 will be received by the current SCP-4976-2 within the expected time frame but will contain photographs containing each subject who acted as SCP-4976-2 for any significant portion of that year. The proportion of the photographs of the secondary SCP-4976-2 instances to the total number of photos in the album will be approximately equal to the proportion of the year during which the given SCP-4976-2 instance, current or former, was in possession of SCP-4976-1. If there are not enough photographs in which SCP-4976-2 was unintentionally included to meet this proportion, then all such photos will be included in the album and the remainder will be divided among the year's other SCP-4976-2 subjects based upon the same proportionate rules. + [ENTER LEVEL 4/4976 SECURITY CREDENTIALS] - [VERIFICATION SUCCESSFUL] Addendum: On 17/9/2021, what is believed to be SCP-4976-3-1976 was discovered by a patrol officer on the shore of Lake ███████████ within ████████ County, ███████. It showed signs of heavy water damage and contained spaces for 183 photographs, all but one of which contained a Polaroid photograph. Only 107 of the photographs remained intact and salvageable, while the final space was empty. Several of the photographs had charcoal writing on their backs. A list of notable texts written on the photographs is compiled below. They found us. Partial List of Recovered Documents Page Number: 1 Image Description: Three people standing together. Middle person, a Hispanic or Caucasian male aged 17-19, has arms around other two's shoulders. Other two are an Asian female and a Caucasian male, both aged 17-19. All are grinning. Background contains what appears to be a theme park. Text of Message: What happened to us? Too much. Page Number: 3 Image Description: Two individuals, both Caucasian males aged 17-19, smile and give thumbs-ups. They are sitting at a restaurant table, each with a large platter of food, mostly that which would be served at a Fourth of July celebration, in front of them. Text of Message: Where did you go? We can't answer that. Page Number: 4 Image Description: Photograph too damaged to determine. Text of Message: Why won't you tell me? If we did, you would be in danger. Page Number: 13 Image Description: Several individuals of varying race, age, and gender sit around a campfire. Text of Message: We're all here. That's right. Back then, we were all safe. Page Number: 21 Image Description: Two females, one who appears to be of Afro-Asiatic descent and another (whose appearance is unclear due to unfortunate placement of lighting) embrace under a fireworks display. Text of Message: What's the point if it won't tell me? There is no point. Don't look for us. Don't return to the lake. Page Number: 23 Image Description: Several males aged 17-19 surround another sleeping male of the same approximate age. The latter has shaving cream in the palm of his hand while one of the former is holding a string in front of the latter's nose. Text of Message: I have to know. But you already do. Page Number: 37 Image Description: Photograph too damaged to determine. Text of Message: Why can I create things if they're of no use to me? Maybe it's just not meant to be. Even this universe has its rules. SCP-4976-3-1976 was found to contain a near-identical copy of SCP-4976-1. However, the copy showed significantly more water damage, had no message on the back, and was completely nonanomalous. Additionally, the final space in SCP-4976-3-1976 that would contain a photograph was found to be empty, while despite many being too damaged to discern the subject of, all the other spaces contained photos. We've had a great year, haven't we? Whether SCP-4976-3-1976 has the same anomalous properties as other SCP-4976-3 instances is unclear, as the identity of the SCP-4976-2 instance to whom it corresponds is not definitively known. However, considering the fact that the photographs in SCP-4976-3-1976 do not share the same qualities of displaying SCP-4976-2 in the background, it is presumed that SCP-4976-3-1976 is nonanomalous. Let's do it again sometime. Junior Researcher Hernandez has not been informed of the discovery of SCP-4976-3-1976. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4976" by pr0m37h3um, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-4977 | esoteric-class | Item №: SCP-4977 Special Containment Procedures: The friends and relatives of William Kleiger have been administered amnestics and relocated to avoid a resurgence of related memories. Site-17 is being monitored for further anomalous activity, but none has yet been found. Further details of oneiric anomalies are to be forwarded immediately to the SCP-4977 research team. The Overseer Council are currently debating the nature of threat and level of risk (if any) that SCP-4977 represents. The possibility that SCP-4977 is a Thaumiel-class anomaly cannot be discounted. Site-17, last known location of William Kleiger Description: SCP-4977 were a series of nightmares had by William Kleiger between the ages of twelve and fourteen. The details of SCP-4977 have only been obtainable from Kleiger's journals, but it appears that each instance involved him living out the following day according to the will of some unknown entity — the level of prescience displayed is unknown, but it was provably higher than the predictive capacity of non-anomalous humans. In most cases known, Kleiger then attempted to encourage the events of SCP-4977 in the real world, most likely out of fear of what would happen if he did not. The first recorded instance of SCP-4977 occurred on 1978-06-12, and caused Kleiger to permanently leave his family home — based on the journal entries from that time, it is believed SCP-4977 initially began around two weeks earlier. In the following two years Kleiger would make his way 250 kilometres north-west, subsisting on food and drink stolen from both individuals and establishments (aided in part by SCP-4977). His mental and physical wellbeing both declined significantly, and although search parties were formed multiple times, they were fully evaded by Kleiger in all cases. SCP-4977 eventually concluded on 1980-02-04, when Kleiger arrived at, and successfully entered, Foundation Site 17. A log of the event is included below. Site-17 Security Footage [1980-02-04] Entity of interest: "William Kleiger" <Begin Log, 03:44 am> 03:54: Kleiger enters the view of the camera. 03:55: He proceeds to move down the corridor, pausing briefly outside the door of each containment chamber. Multiple times, he glances behind him and appears to count the number of doors. 03:57: He stops outside the seventh door, and places his backpack on the ground, which he then unzips. 03:59: He removes a number of items from the bag, including food, bottles of water, a journal, and several items of clothing. He opens the journal and thumbs through it. 04:01: He stands up, and enters a code in the chamber door keypad. 04:02: The door begins to slide open. It moves slowly, and it is several seconds before it is opened wide enough for a person to enter. 04:04: An unidentified entity, designated AE-4977-1, exits the chamber. It is the size of a small child, and consists of mottled grey material packed around some form of rigid skeleton in a vaguely humanoid shape. Its features are unclear, but it appears to be wearing denim trousers, a stained T-shirt, and a baseball cap. 04:07: AE-4977-1 leaves the camera's view. Kleiger turns to watch it. 04:07: Kleiger enters the containment chamber, leaving his backpack and its contents outside. 04:08: The door to the chamber closes. <End Log> AE-4977-1 has not been observed since this incident, and extensive research by the Records And Information Security Administration has revealed that it has never had any formal or informal presence on any Foundation database. All Site-17 staff were found asleep at their posts following the incident, but have not been reprimanded, pending further investigation into SCP-4977. Notably, the containment chamber visible in the security footage does not exist; its construction was originally planned, but cancelled to make room for a recreational courtyard. SCP-4977 have not since manifested in any other person. The fate of William Kleiger is unknown. |
SCP-4978 | euclid | Statue at the center of SCP-4978, depicting town founder Donald J. Brook during his famous naked boxing match with his own horse. Item #: SCP-4978 Special Containment Procedures: Personnel assigned to the SCP-4978 outpost must undergo three months of Foundation Certified self-defense training.1 Advanced classes in hand-to-hand combat, Muay Thai, and Jiu Jitsu are available for all staff. While these classes are not mandatory, participation is recommended to avoid potential injury. Checkpoints have been built on all roads leading to SCP-4978 to prevent non-resident access. Security personnel performing bi-weekly patrols of SCP-4978 must not carry firearms on town property. Description: SCP-4978 is the town of White Brook, located in the American Midwest. The entire population of White Brook are genetically divergent from baseline humanity, possessing multiple adaptations that allow them to thrive in hostile environments. On average, these include: Elevated serotonin levels. 0.2mm more epidural padding. Increased heart rate of 10-15 bpm. Denser, more durable fatty tissues and blood vessels. A thickened layer of cerebrospinal fluid around the skull. An anomalous stem-cell like eukaryotic organism in the bloodstream.2 It is currently unknown if these anomalies are the cause of White Brook's eccentric culture, or merely the result. The town of White Brook greatly favors organized hand-to-hand combat to resolve disputes, conduct electoral procedures, and celebrate most holidays. Firearms and other deadly weapons are banned throughout the town, and are treated as taboo. In contrast, most violent crimes have been outright decriminalized. Youth street gangs are not only tolerated, but encouraged as an extra-curricular activity. There is only a moderate police force in White Brook; most civil disputes are treated as laissez-faire. Despite expectations, criminals are not physically disciplined, but socially ostracized. This is considered the ultimate punishment in White Brook; offenders receive less daily violence overall, being excluded from most social and cultural events. Combat-based traditions extend to nearly all levels of civic organization. While public officials are still elected by popular vote, voters have traditionally favored winners in the annual “Council Candidate Cage Match”. Discovery: White Brook was first brought to Foundation attention in 1881, when rumors spread across the western United States about a small settlement where the town square had been replaced with a boxing ring. A group of Foundation researchers and field agents were dispatched. Forward: The following transcript details the first meeting of Researcher Timothy Mulligan and White Brook Mayor Frances L. Foley outside of town hall. Researcher Mulligan: Good afternoon. Mayor Foley: Welcome to White Brook! Mayor Foley punches Researcher Mulligan across the jaw, knocking him out. Agents Worth and Nolan draw their firearms, pointing them at the Mayor. All present White Brook residents look at the agents in confusion. Mayor Foley: What? A second attempt to open communications was later made, this time remotely. While measurably more successful, White Brook would not allow any formal diplomatic relationship until the Foundation completed a customary test of fortitude; “Fistball”. This variation on American Football, played by 4 teams of 6 players simultaneously, involves holding possession of the ball for as long as possible while being physically assaulted by the other teams. MTF-Alpha-6 “Game Changers”3 were dispatched. While their defensive hit-and-run tactics were admonished by the White Brook populace, criticized as “cowardly” and “against the spirit of the game”, they did prove effective in countering the traditional body-launching techniques of the opposing teams. Alpha-6 achieved victory, and a permanent Foundation outpost was established. SCP-4978, 1995/11/17. Addendum 4978-01 - 1995/12/15: While mostly uneventful, active containment of SCP-4978 has become increasingly difficult in recent years. The growth of mass-media and popular entertainment has begun to influence newer generations, causing the deterioration of traditional isolationist values. In addition, the Foundation presence has caused some cultural contamination and unauthorized fraternization, as detailed below. SCP-4978 | Evidence Log 1/4 | 1995/12/15 Forward: On November 17th, 1995, Security Officer Neil Lomen and Senior Security Officer Hentry Wentz inadvertently documented their own admissions of misconduct when Officer Lomen failed to switch off his body camera. 26 minutes of irrelevant data removed. Begin excerpt. Officer Lomen's security vest and body camera had been hung over the back of his chair. Feed shows the north-facing wall of the SCP-4978 Outpost rec-room. A wooden coat rack and row of storage lockers frame a large out-facing window, presenting a dark-blue sky and steady snow fall. Wentz: Alright, it's nearly nine. The night-shift guys should be here soon. Hey, can I grab a ride with you? Those Foundation shuttle-bus seats are murder on my back. Lomen: Sorry, no can do; seeing Wanda tonight. A chair is heard being pulled in roughly, creating a grating noise. Wentz: Damn, man, zip it up! What if someone heard you? Lomen: Like who? C'mon, Look around. Everyone's already taken off, and who cares? It's not like we actually do anything out here. Y'know, when I heard this assignment required kung-fu lessons, I couldn't wait to sign up. I thought it'd be exciting! Wentz: Wait, you asked for this posting? Lomen: Yeah, of course. Didn’t you? Wentz: Nah, they just assigned me here. I guess there was more of a staff shortage back in my day. Lomen: Hah, yeah. These days people line up for 4978. I mean, it beats working underground all day. The “risk factor” and extra training means a bigger paycheck too. I just wish there was, y'know, more actual risk! Wentz: So what, you thought you’d make your own? Is that why you’re dating Wanda? Lomen: What? No man, it’s not like that. This isn't about thrill-seeking or anything. I-… well, take a look. The camera shakes slightly as Lomen retrieves something from his pocket. A faint squeaking sound is heard, like a small case being opened. Wentz: You’re shitting me. Lomen: I shit you not. Addendum 4978-2 - 1999/05/15: The people of White Brook are fully aware of the physical and cultural differences between themselves and the rest of humanity, whom they often remark on as being "comically backwards". To prevent cultural assimilation, White Brook has practiced strict self-imposed isolation. The Foundation has assisted in this containment for nearly a century, and in the process, has come to employ 38% of the population. These individuals have proven invaluable assets in security and high-threat containment efforts. On-the-job training goes quite quickly for White Brook citizens; they're naturally disciplined, and most see the value in firearms after meeting our deadly little menagerie. Though, some are more begrudging than others, insisting they could still 'go ten rounds with that big ugly lizard'. No, the real difficulty is in long-term social integration. Concepts like 'office drama' and 'tolerating workplace arrogance' are completely foreign to them. I admit, some of that difficulty is my own. It's a surreal experience trying to justify cultural practices that, quite honestly, don't actually make much sense. (Dr. Vivienne Comeau, 4978-101 Project Director) SCP-4978 | Evidence Log 2/4 | 1995/12/15 Wentz: You… look, Neil, I like you man. I like having someone to talk to out here; it's why I kept your whole little fling-thing under wraps. But this? This is going too far. How are you going to keep this a secret? Lomen: I’m not. The Foundation can find out for all I care. Wentz: Man, seriously? Lomen: Seriously. I've even got my eye on a nice little two-story near the park. Wentz: Okay you, Neil, have just gone off the rails. You actually want to live in that place!? Lomen: You don’t get it, man. Stuff just makes sense in White Brook. If you spend enough time there, you start to see why they think everyone else is so backwards. We keep all our aggression pent up. We attack each other with words, or resentment, or, hell, with weapons! We let all our problems build up because we’ve got this taboo around violence. Sure, White Brook might have more fights, but there's less fighting, y'know? There's less resentment and hate and anger. It might sound crazy, but If you just look past all the street brawls, it’s a god damn paradise! Wentz: You’re right, that does sound crazy. You’re talking people who celebrate Halloween by smashing pumpkins over each other's heads. In two weeks, the biggest, toughest SOB in town is going to put on a big red coat, and fight their way into people's homes to put presents under the tree. That's their Christmas. This is a crazy town. Lomen: Yeah? When was the last time you celebrated Christmas? Wentz: Like, last year! I went to my sister's place. Lomen: Yeah, but did you actually celebrate? Or did you just sit around, drink eggnog, and pretend to like that ugly sweater you got. Wentz: So, what, that’s your argument? It’s boring out here because we wash our hands before dinner instead of having a pre-meal fist fight? Lomen: They wash their hands before dinner. Wentz: After the fist fight! Lomen: Well, yeah. You don’t want to eat dinner with bloody knuckles. Wentz: Neil. Lomen: I'm serious! There's more to it than that. It's a good town, and they're good people. Like, did I ever tell you how I met Wanda? Addendum 4978-03 - 2001/02/23: Despite the best efforts of Dr. Comeau and her team, some sites have experienced minor physical altercations attributed to White Brook employees. It should be noted, no serious injuries have been reported in these events. 4978-REQ-04, a component in the standard field kit - Outpost-4978. "… and will be making a swift recovery. A get well card is being passed around through Wing D. Be sure to sign it when you get the chance. I'd like to thank everyone for their patience as we introduce our new co-workers to life at Site-61. Some cultural friction is, of course, to be expected. That said, there is no reason for the kind of passive-aggressive name-calling I've been hearing lately. I sit in the same lunch room as you, people. I'm no fly on the wall; I'm right in the cross-fire of this conversation. White Brook is not our Arrakis. We are not "breeding grunts". We have been working with these people since the 19th century, and they have an inherent respect for our mission statement. They understand the need for containment. I expect you all to make a greater effort in welcoming them here. On a completely unrelated note, four new postings have opened in the medical ward due to a recent uptick in workplace injuries. Expect to see more new faces this month! The lunch menu has…" (Takeru Kobayashi, Site-61 Director. May 2010 monthly communications statement, excerpt.) SCP-4978 | Evidence Log 3/4 | 1995/12/15 Lomen: So, this was back when I was still friends with Sarah and Carter- Wentz: Oh yeah, I remember those knuckleheads. Lomen: I know, I know; but without them I never would have met Wanda. It was their idea to hit up White Brook that night. I mean, okay, I didn't want to drive four hours to get to a bar either, and if I'm being honest, I was curious as hell about 4978. So, we sneak into town, flash our ID, and fight our way past the bouncer. We get our drinks and- Jesus, do you know how strong their drinks are? Canadian beer is like tap water to them. Anyway, we spent the next two hours watching a tap-room brawl like you couldn't believe. It just went on and on. Carter and Sarah mostly watched, and laughed, but I was in full scientist mode. I almost wanted to take notes! In all that chaos, there was a kind of… practiced grace, y'know? Nobody picked up bar stools, or smashed bottles; hell, they never so much as bumped into a table or spilled a drink! As brawlers rolled by on the floor, people would just lift up their feet, like when your room-mate is vacuuming. After a while, the bar started getting busy, and I graduated from 'analytical drunk' to 'idiot drunk'. We kept trying to grab the bartender's attention for more drinks, but in White Brook, you have to literally grab the bartender. That man could duck and weave like Ali himself. I almost had the bastard when, out of nowhere, this young woman walks up and just grabs his collar. It was like one of those karate movies, where the old master catches a buzzing fly in his chopsticks. Just like 'zzzup!'. So quick! But, drunk as I was, I decided it'd be easier just to grab her arm. I figured, hey, aggression is just how you do it in White Brook! Wentz: Isn’t it? Lomen: Eeh, yes and no. Their whole culture- well, it’s a lot like the bar fight really. It might look chaotic and violent, but there's an order to it, y'know? I learned that the hard way, when Wanda grabbed my arm in turn, and judo-threw me to the ground. God, I remember looking up at her, stars in my eyes. She had her hair tied up these neat little golden braids. There was a halo of blurry, florescent lights behind her head. She looked like an angel, man. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Wentz: From the floor of a bar where she threw your ass. Lomen: Damn straight. First thing I did was curl up into a little ball. I was drunk, aching and love struck, but I still had that much good sense. I figured she'd follow up with a good kick, but nope. She helped me up, laughed an easy laugh, and have me a beer and an ice pack. Wentz: Wait, she flirted with you? After all that? Lomen: Hah. "Flirting" makes it sound subtle. She told me she liked the way I looked on my back. Wentz: Damn! Lomen: Right? I've always had trouble making the first move with women. Wanda… Wanda was something else. We talked for the whole night. She was witty, but never obnoxious. She was assertive, but quick to let an argument drop. There was never a sour note. Heck, before we all left she even showed me how to hold my hands up in a fight; to "protect my pretty jaw" as she said it. On the way back to the outpost, while Sarah and Carter were stumbling around and laughing, all I could think about was her. Wentz is heard leaning back in his chair. Wentz: Before you ran into me, you mean. Lomen: Before we ran into you, yeah. Have I mentioned how glad I am you didn’t turn us in that night? Wentz: Not lately. Lomen: I’m really glad you didn’t- Wentz: Oh shut up. I’m more glad Sarah and Carter transferred back to Site-12. They were a couple of S.O.B.'s. Lomen laughs, shifting sideways in his seat to return the case to his pocket. Lomen: Yeah, I don't miss those idiots. I miss her though. Every day. I know it sounds sappy, but I count the seconds until I see her again. She’s the only one for me, Henry. If the Foundation doesn’t like it, well, they can fire me. Wanda’s dad runs the town sawmill. They only fight during their lunch break, because of the sharp tools and all. I think I could be happy there. Wentz: I'm pretty sure the Foundation will just amnestisize you and put you on Keter duty. Lomen: C'mon, that's not a real thing. Though, If they do, you have to come rescue me. You bring me right back here and make me remember how much I love Wanda. Wentz: And why the hell would I do that? Lomen: Because you’re a big old softie. You were so ready to pick up that big red phone that night. But then I started blubbering about Wanda, and all of a sudden we were "off with a warning". Don't lie. You love love. Wentz: Yeah, right. I just didn't want to fill out any paperwork on your dumb ass. Lomen: Softie. Wentz: Shut up. Addendum 4978-04 - 2019/02/23: Given their long-standing compliance, loyal service, and overall benign nature, the Foundation has ruled to reduce containment protocols surrounding SCP-4978. Outposts and boundary patrols will continue operating around the town proper, but no efforts will be made to reduce the spread of its population. Former citizens will be required to report for bi-yearly check ins, and avoid all non-Foundation medical examination. This is not expected to be a concern, given the typical White Brook aversion to all things medical. This policy change is considered mostly a formality, as 98% of all White Brook residents choose to live in the town for their entire lives. "Why would anyone ever leave? This is the best town in the whole damn world! Now come on, I heard Old Lady Gifford finally cornered that bear that's been picking through her trash! If we hurry, we might get to see the famous 'Gifford Suplex' in action!" (Brandon Foley, White Brook Mayor, 2019/01/03) SCP-4978 | Evidence Log 4/4 | 1995/12/15 Officer Wentz enters the cameras field of view, taking a coat off the rack and pulling it on. A brief flash of light reflects off the window. Lomen: Oh, hey, that must be the night shift guys pulling up. Time to bounce! Wentz: Yeah yeah, hold up, I’m just putting on my coat. Lomen: Hey, is that new? It looks good on you man. Wentz: Thanks. Paul picked it out. Lomen: Well he’d know best. Hey, if Wanda says yes tonight, you should bring him to the wedding. Wentz gives a short laugh, zipping up his coat. Wentz: I bet he’d enjoy that. You know he nearly got into a fist-fight at our wedding? My cousin kept running his mouth. He’d love- hell, what are White Brook weddings even like? Lomen: Oh, same as most, except you don’t walk down the aisle; you run down it. The bride and groom have to shove past all the groomsmen and bridesmaids, who smack them with bouquets. Oh, and the after party- Wentz: Alright, I get it! Damn… I’ll have to rent a tux. I’m not getting bloodstains on my good blue one. Lomen: Wait, you mean you’ll actually come? Wentz doesn’t respond. He pockets his keys, and heads towards the door. Lomen enters frame, hopping on one foot as he hastily pulls on his boots. Lomen: Hah! Seriously? Oh, wow. Do you want to be best man? Wentz: I don’t even want to know what that involves. Lomen: Nothing, really. Just some light best-of-three pit wrestling with the in-laws. Come on, please? Wentz grumbles as he and Lomen exit the outpost together, stepping out into a quiet winter evening. Afterward: After serving a one-month suspension for their misconduct, Officer Wentz returned to the 4978 outpost, and Officer Lomen resigned his position. Given Mr. Lomen intended to take up residence in White Brook, amnestic treatment was deemed unnecessary. As of 2019/09/01, Security Chief Wentz reports continued tranquility within SCP-4978, excluding the predictable town-wide brawls. Mr. Lomen has taken over as owner of the Cunningham Sawmill, and continues to reside in his two-story home with his wife and their three children. End Log. Footnotes 1. Weekend classes are available. 2. All attempts to replicate these cells in lab conditions, or transplant them into baseline humans has failed. 3. Alpha-6 are a mobile task force specializing in anomalous sports and physical contests. |
SCP-4979 | safe | SCP-4979, In the Grim Darkness of the Far Future ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-4979 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-4979 instances are to be left in the facility in which they were discovered, henceforth designated Provisional Site 4979. SCP-4979 instances with defective cerebral support systems may be placed within on-site cryo-storage units to prevent further deterioration. At present, the SCP-4979 budget does not allow for sufficient cryo-storage units to accommodate all SCP-4979 instances with defective support systems, so medical triage is to be implemented. Access is to be restricted to Foundation personnel with level 4979/3 clearance. No individuals with any degree of psionic telepathy are to come into contact with SCP-4979, and personnel assigned to SCP-4979 may be amnesticized upon transfer if requested. Description: SCP-4979 is a collection of approximately 750,000 disembodied human brains. Each individual instance of SCP-4979 is held within a ten-liter pouch made of medical grade plastic and suspended in a synthetic cerebrospinal fluid, which is continually circulated and sterilized by shared recycling units. These recycling units are imbued with mild ectoentropic properties which allow them to function indefinitely without loss of usable fluid, making SCP-4979 a closed system. Each pouch also possesses its own cardio-pulmonary unit, which oxygenates and circulates blood through the cerebral and basilar arteries of each SCP-4979 instance. Due to a variety of damages and malfunctions, this cerebral support system is no longer functional in approximately 38% of SCP-4979 instances. Each brain has been fitted with a lattice of an unknown thaumically conductive alloy and an electro-thaumic central processing unit, designated SCP-4979-A. Although the workings of SCP-4979-A are anomalous and poorly understood, they appear to draw their power from each brain's own EVE emissions. Based on documents recovered from within Provisional Site 4979, Group of Interest 7975 "The Fixer-Uppers", a cartel of back alley para-surgeons, began performing SCP-4979 procedures shortly after the onset of the ΩK Scenario. It has been surmised that GoI-7975 targeted individuals suffering from previously life-ending injuries without any hope of recovery or receiving a donor body. Recovered GoI-7975 Document, flyer advertising SCP-4979 procedure: Living forever doesn't have to be a fate worse than death. Your body will grow old, sick, broken. Why remained tethered to such a fragile thing? We can free your mind, literally. Achieve true transhumanity by discarding your mortal coil and focusing on the only part of you that truly matters; your brain. Our team of highly skilled professionals will transplant your brain into our state of the art cerebral support system, and plug it into the most advanced simulated reality designed to date. Call today to discuss our very reasonable financing options. Paradise awaits. Addendum: SCP-4979-A appears to have been intended to detect the neural activity of the attached brain and provide targeted electro-thaumic stimulation, primarily for the purpose of simulating sensory input. SCP-4979-A also appears to have once possessed WiFi capability for brain-to-brain and brain-to-hardware communication. This function is now inoperable in all instances. SCP-4979-A were apparently mass produced without any individual customization. The removal of individual brains and implantation of SCP-4979-A seems to have often been crude and careless, typically resulting in brain damage, inflammation, and scarring. As a result of these factors, in addition to the substandard design of SCP-4979-A, the sensory feedback they originally provided was of much poorer quality than baseline human senses. As such, SCP-4979 instances often suffered from various degrees of sensory deprivation. This effect is believed to have worsened over time, as the thaumic lattice of SCP-4979-A gradually became corroded and displaced within the brain, weakening signal strength further and resulting in electro-thaumic misfires. SCP-4979-A has also been shown to promote the formation of amyloid plaques within the brain, causing nearly all of SCP-4979 instances to suffer from some form of neurodegenerative dementia. It is believed that GoI-7975 continued to accumulate SCP-4979 instances until the early twenty-second century, when a newly introduced brain contaminated the recycling system with an antiseptic resistant strain of the herpes simplex virus. This strain rapidly spread throughout the recycling system and infected all of SCP-4979, causing severe encephalitis and consequently damaging SCP-4979-A units even further. This is believed to be when SCP-4979-A lost their wireless capabilities, isolating SCP-4979 from both the outside world and each other. Rather than attempt repairs, GoI-7975 chose to abandon the facility. When the facility was discovered by the Foundation in 2138, SCP-4979 were believed to have gone over thirty years without any external contact. All SCP-4979 show evidence of extreme atrophy and trauma, as well as biological decay in instances where the cerebral support system has failed. Multiple attempts at communication have been made, with all failing to receive a lucid response. While the lack of direct communication makes proper diagnosis of pathologies difficult, electroencephalograms and spectral CT scans indicate instances universally possess strong neural correlates of a myriad of psychological and neurological disorders, most notably severe post-traumatic stress disorder and depression. While all SCP-4979-A units remain functional, they no longer appear to provide any coherent sensory input. Foundation neuroscientists have concluded that the stimulation they provide is most likely interpreted as extremely agitating with no concrete meaning. It has been speculated that since SCP-4979 are universally experiencing such high distress, the EVE they generate is extremely negative, which the SCP-4979-A units then channel back into them, creating a positive feedback loop of perpetually increasing noxious input. Evaluation of SCP-4979 has ruled out any degree of meaningful rehabilitation. All attempts at regeneration or surgical reconstruction have proven futile, and the SCP-4979-As are so deeply rooted into SCP-4979 instances that any attempt to remove them would result in even greater neurological damage, nor does there appear to be any method of deactivating SCP-4979-A. SCP-4979 are also too severely damaged to be integrated into any form of donor bodies, be they biological, robotic, or virtual. Even if this was not the case, their advanced state of cognitive deterioration makes any kind of normal interaction completely impossible. Lacking any other alternatives, the Ethics Committee has ruled that SCP-4979 is to be left undisturbed as much as possible. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4979" by DrChandra, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4979. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-4980 | euclid | An advertisement flier found in SCP-4980-A. Item #: SCP-4980 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4980 is to be housed in a standard Level-3 pen in the livestock section of Site 67. As offspring of SCP-4980 have been shown to be non-anomalous, mating is to be encouraged as described in Section 5/4980 of the Endangered Species Conservation Protocol. To encourage mating behavior, SCP-4980 are to be allowed to engage in combat once weekly during breeding season. All researchers must be trained in the safety calls for SCP-4980, and all research must be conducted with an attuned handler present. In the event of an attuned handler's death, tryouts will be held at Site 67 to find a new, compatible handler who may become attuned. In the event of safety call failure or escape of an instance from Site 67, MTF Beta-21 "Pied Pipers" are to be called in for subdual and/or retrieval. Description: SCP-4980 is the collective name for twelve biologically, mechanically, and mentally enhanced members of the species Raphus cucullatus, or common dodo. The dodos, individually designated SCP-4980-1 through -12, vary greatly in appearance and enhancements. Enhancements that are of particular note for caretakers and researchers include: High-intensity lasers (instances -1 and -11) One flamethrower (instance -4) A 35mm cannon (instance -3) Poisonous needles (instances -2, -7, and -9) Telepathic Pain Projection (instance -12) Flight (instance -10) All other known modifications are rendered harmless by proper use of Level III Anomalous Livestock Suits. SCP-4980 have been modified to optimize combat tactics, increase pack communication, and enforce obedience. SCP-4980 instances that remain within 20m of a human for over 24 hours develop a psychic bond. Such humans are able to direct the dodo using basic thoughts such as 'attack' and 'run away'. Addendum 4980.1: Discovery Rumors of an underground fight club for 'robot birds' were intercepted by Foundation operatives near the University of Tenessee. MTF Iota-10 "Damn Feds" were assigned to raid the fight club. Members Alpha and Beta went undercover as students to obtain entrance, while the remainder of the team posed as federal agents, raiding the club and obtaining the birds (see Addendum 4980.2). MTF Iota-10 successfully retrieved the original shipping crate the birds arrived in (designated SCP-4980-A) together with accompanying documentation (found in Addendum 4980.3). Addendum 4980.2: Audio Log + Show Audio Log - Hide Audio Log Overview: Voices on this transcript have been identified as belonging to former WWE announcer Jack Schuler (age 32) and KAMP radio sports co-hosts Harry Harrison (age 19) and Billy Zhang (age 22). (Unidentified): Does the dark moon do the dirty chicken? Alpha: Yes, but I prefer the electric slide. (Unidentified): Right this way, ladies. [Footsteps echo down metallic hallway. Muffled cheering can be heard. A door opens, and the cheering intensifies.] Schuler: Ladies, and Gentlemn! Presenting the Original and Unique Extinct Animal Mayhem Menagerie! [Cheering] Schuler: In this corner, weighing in at 130 pounds, we have the undefeated, the indefatigable, the indomitable, Mauriiiiitian Marauuuuuuuder! [Mingled cheering and booing] Schuler: And in this corner, weighing in at 45 pounds, we have our challenger, the scrappy, the wiry, the Flightleeeeess Furyyyyy! [Laughter mixed with cheering] Schuler: Let's get readddyyyyyy to Doooooodooooo!!!!! [A bell rings. Loud, melodic cooing comes from the dodos, followed by a distorted roaring sound and a metallic screech.] Harrison: Looks like a strong start from double M. I think the flamethrower was clearly the right move here, given the Fury's mobility. Zhang: That's right, Harrison. But it looks the the Fury has some tricks up his wings. That poison dart just about finished things for MM. His manager knew what he was doing with the chain mail. [Gasps from the crowd.] Harrison: The Fury is down! The Fury is down! He's writhing on the ground. The Marauder isn't even touching him! It's the Psychic Suplex! The agony! Zhang: Call the match, call it now! This isn't a fight, it's a slaughter! [Crowd chanting "Fury, Fury!"] Harrison: Wait, I don't believe it! The Flightless Fury is climbing to his feet! [Loud dodo shriek. The crowd erupts in cheers] Zhang: He's out for blood! It's up for grabs now! Alpha (whispering into comm-link): We've seen enough. Move in. [A piercing siren sounds, and the crowd panics. Heavy boots pound into the arena] Alpha: Everybody, freeze! FBI! Addendum 4980.3: Recovered Documentation + Show Recovered Documentation - Hide Recovered Documentation A note written in Greek and Latin was found alongside SCP-4980-A, together with a flier in Greek advertising "War Dodos". A translation of the note follows: CONTENTS: ONE DODO OLYMPIAD TEAM (TWELVE MEMBERS) OWNER: ALEXYLVA UNIVERSITY CAUTIONS: FLAMMABLE GOODS. EXPLOSIVE GOODS. EDIBLE GOODS. SHARP GOODS. DELIVER TO: ATHENS, GREECE, C/O OFFICIAL SENATE OF COLLEGIATE OLYMPICS PHITRANSIMUN COMBINE IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR LOSS DUE TO ACCIDENTAL DESTRUCTION OF PROPERTY OR FAILURE OF SPACE-TIME CONTINUUM |
SCP-4981 | neutralized | Item №: SCP-4981 Archived Containment Procedures: Five-metre-tall concrete walls have been constructed around SCP-4981. Any members of the public exposed to its anomalous effects should be amnesticised and released, after being interrogated at Site-37 if necessary. Archived Description: SCP-4981 refers to a field in Cornwall, England, which exhibits various anomalous properties affecting domestic cattle within its boundaries. These properties take the form of several different methods of physical manipulation, which are detailed in Addendum 4981.001. The cause of these events remains unknown. Currently, thirty domestic cattle exist within SCP-4981. Addendum 4981.001: Activity Log Incident 2016-10-17 Foundation Interaction: Initial containment established. Event: Small lumps (approximately 5mm in diameter) appeared on the horns of all cattle within SCP-4981. Notes: There was no discernible pattern in the lumps. Incident 2016-10-21 Foundation Interaction: Dr. Holden fed a small quantity of specialised food to the cattle in SCP-4981, in order to test their digestive system for abnormalities. Event: Each entity began to grow a soft fur coat, similar to that of an Angora rabbit. The tips of the animals' horns became slightly rounded. Notes: Within twelve hours, all of the abnormal fur was shed by the animals. Due to the unique results acquired following human interaction, a member of personnel will be present in all further investigations. Five extraneous incidents removed. Incident 2017-02-05 Foundation Interaction: Dr. Holden enters the anomaly and remains stationary until instructed to leave the area. Hereafter referred to as Standard Procedure. Event: Upon Dr. Holden's entry into SCP-4981, the tongues of cattle within the area bifurcated and expanded to over a metre in length. The separate ends were tied into knots, similar in appearance to roses, above the heads of the animals. Notes: Due to the increased severity of this event, the periods of time between analyses of SCP-4981 are to be reduced. Incident 2017-02-09 Foundation Interaction: Standard procedure. Event: Upon Dr. Holden's entry into SCP-4981, all cattle were moved to form a circle around him. Following this, the lips of the entities became coated in blood, approximately quadrupled in size, and stretched towards Holden. Notes: Dr. Holden has submitted an official request to be assigned to a different anomaly. Incident 2017-02-13 Foundation Interaction: Standard procedure. Event: Upon D-48921's entry into SCP-4981, all cattle within the anomaly were transported to the edges of the field, at which point they all rotated their bodies to face away from him. Notes: After D-48921 was removed from the area, the animals walked to a position in the centre of the field and began to hover approximately ten metres above the ground. There was no visible change to their state when D-48921 re-entered SCP-4981. Incident 2017-02-14 Foundation Interaction: Dr. Holden escorted into SCP-4981 by security personnel. Event: The bovine matter suspended in the air was transformed into a crude representation of a human heart. The structure then pulsated in a heartbeat-like rhythm, which expelled a combination of blood, digestive fluids, and milk from the openings representing the aorta and pulmonary artery. Notes: This structure began to move towards the research team after formation, causing Dr. Holden to express high levels of disgust towards SCP-4981. Following this, the object ceased all movement and fell to the ground. Following the events of Incident 2017-02-14, SCP-4981 has not exhibited anomalous properties, even after additional, living bovines were introduced to the anomaly. Due to this, SCP-4981 has been reclassified as Neutralised. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4981" by gee0765, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4981. 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-4982 | safe | Item #: SCP-4982 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4982 is kept in a high-security isolation chamber accessible only to Level-4 personnel and above, outfitted with a surveillance system. Due to the self-containing nature of SCP-4982-1 instances, no additional containment procedures are necessary. Description: SCP-4982 is a modified four-shelf mahogany bookcase carved in French-revival style. Each level is engraved with (from bottom to top) 'Id', 'Ego', 'Mort', and 'Deus', and smaller engravings identify their contents over each SCP-4982-1 instance. A large and pronounced green carving is affixed to the top-center arch of SCP-4982. The following is a computer-generated replication: Heavy lies the crown of knowledge, Bringing naught but misery. These tomes we cast to the darkness, Never to harm the Garden. SCP-4982-1 is the group designation for thirteen pieces of documentation of varying length, subject matter, formats and authorship. Each instance possesses individual anomalous properties. There are four instances in each shelf, save for the topmost shelf in which only one is present. When an instance of SCP-4982-1 is removed from SCP-4982 all shelves save for the one disturbed will shut via an unknown mechanism.1 Once shut, the compartments will not open until the removed SCP-4982-1 instance is returned. If an SCP-4982-1 instance is moved outside a 2m radius of SCP-4982, that instance will disappear and manifest in the shelf beneath its appropriate inscription. A list of each SCP-4982-1 instance follows, alongside its identification plaque. Bottom Shelf - Id Plaque: "Our Best Life" Description: Object is a 100-page plastic-bound photo memory album. It is labeled "Dad and Me". The inside of the rear cover is marked "A.C" Notes: The instance is missing multiple pictures throughout, but all images consistently depict an adult male and younger female2, presumably their daughter. When touched, the photos animate and play a brief loop of interactions between the photographed subjects. Plaque: "The Black Vault" Description: A single sheet of paper with the FBI logo and directions to a derelict meatpacking plant in Chicago, IL. This sheet is contained inside a manilla envelope stamped "CLASSIFIED". Notes: An in-depth sweep of the location has revealed a hidden vault door in the basement level of the structure, from which jazz and ragtime music can sometimes be faintly heard playing within. The door has resisted all breaching attempts to date. Plaque: "The Tome of Cosmic Madness" Description: Hardcover book titled "Star Signals". Notes: Properties detailed in SCP-1425 document. Plaque: "Money For Nothing" Description: Document is a bundle of checks held together by a golden clip. Notes: All checks are signed by 'Amos M.' and are marked for the sale of concepts including love, happiness, family, etc. None of the amounts paid exceed 200 USD. Third Shelf - Ego Plaque: "Notes on the perfection of homunculi" Description: Leatherbound latch journal with a faded gold-colored 'W' on its cover. No spine markings. Notes: Contents are written in ancient Daevite and annotated in 18th-century English. Document describes the creation of artificial humanoids, hemomancy, flesh crafting, and other related practices in extensive detail. Of note, a ritual involving the use of a child's soul in the creation of an advanced flesh golem is circled with black ink. Plaque: "Anathema" Description: Document consists of 28 copy-paper sheets bound a blue United Nations folder. The first page is titled "A Field Guide to Snake Hunting by Agent U." Notes: Document contains detailed information on anti-thaumatutic combat. Sections include how to identify different schools of thaumatology, instructions on neutralizing reality benders, and basic defenses against ontokinetic attack. : "" : : Plaque: The plaque was vandalized prior to containment as to obscure the original inscription. The word "Hypocrites" is crudely carved on the surface. Description: A copy of Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury. Notes: Object possesses no additional anomalous properties. Second Shelf - Mort Plaque: "Babel" Description: A simply bound, white book with the phrase "Lexicon" etched on the spine. Notes: Document is a constantly expanding list of words, phrases, and alphabets/pictographs of extinct or previously undiscovered languages. Despite the constant addition of languages, the object does not grow in mass. Foundation Linguists have identified various dialects of Chinese, Hindi, and Native American languages. Programming languages such as COBOL, BEFLIX, ActionScript, and Object Pascal have recently been identified as appearing in the document. Plaque: "The Nameless" Description: PDF file located on an otherwise empty USB drive bearing a Foundation logo. Notes: Contains the names, times, and causes of death for 140,516 human subjects. No recorded names appear on Foundation databases with the exception of Agent Marion Wheeler. Plaque: "Seven Vows For Seven Wives" Description: Red-colored leather binding of indeterminate origin. Secretes a mixture of blood, human semen, and amniotic fluid while open. Notes: [DATA EXPUNGED] Plaque: "Epitaph" Description: Document is a papyrus scroll with a decorative wooden handle. A broken wax seal with the insignia of the now-defunct Eternal Circle covers the opening folds. Notes: Document contains procedures describing the processes involved in altering the universal concept of death to not affect subjects on an individual level. Top Shelf - Deus Plaque: "Godhood" Description: Brown leather-binding. Spine and front cover are titled "How to write a story." Notes: All pages of the document appear to have been removed prior to containment. Footnotes 1. All attempts to open the panels covering the shelves have, to date, resulted in failure. 2. Earliest photos are believed to depict the subject between ages 5-8, and the latest between 22-25. 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SCP-4983 | keter | JakdragonX Author Page | Discussion | Feeling Lucky? More by JakdragonX: TATTLETALE — [ENTRY REMOVED FROM DATABASE] SCP-6269 -- The Multiversal Claw Machine, feat. GremlinGroup, DodoDevil, and Fishish SCP-6542 -- The Virgin Dairy, feat. Multiple Authors Item#: SCP-4983 Level4 Containment Class: Safe Keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo The west wing of SCP-4983's exterior, moments after the sounds of wailing and screaming were reported from the second level of the building. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: The immediate vicinity of Hales, Iowa has been isolated and is considered a Provisional Site for SCP-4983. Foundation members staged as local officers are hereby responsible for maintaining the security of SCP-4983 whilst investigating it. Personnel investigating SCP-4983 are to ignore all sounds emanating from the facility. The perimeter of SCP-4983 is to be guarded and protected at all times. Objects retrieved from the anomaly are to be safely stored and transferred to Site-119 for further study and investigation. UPDATE — 08/09/2014: Concluding the events of ADDENDUM FOUR, the immediate vicinity of both SCP-4983 and the town of Hales has been considered hazardous for Foundation personnel. Discretion should be heavily advised for any personnel who attempt to access either the anomaly or the town itself. Hallway 6B of SCP-4983. DESCRIPTION: SCP-4983 describes the now-defunct "Saint Almo's Children's Hospital" located on the southwestern perimeter of Hales, Iowa. With an approximate area of 150 square meters, SCP-4983's interior consists of two primary levels and an upper attic. Large quantities of bedding and other amenities discovered on the second-level floor suggest that in-person care was housed and restricted within, while packaging, storage containers, and other objects have been found inside of the attic. Additionally, the first floor of SCP-4983 consists of both administrative offices and hospitalization rooms for emergency treatment. However, due to the lack of proper tools and equipment located within these hospitalization rooms, it has been presumed that care within the facility was rudimentary and not well-versed amongst healthcare workers during SCP-4983's time of operation (refer to HISTORICAL BACKGROUND). SCP-4983's anomalous properties manifest randomly and inexplicably. Reports of an unknown rhythmic sound, alongside sightings of "ghosts" and other related phenomena from within the premises, have been recorded from both Foundation personnel and nearby Hales residents. The source of the aforementioned sounds and apparitions inside of SCP-4983 vary between individuals. When experiencing these phenomena, however, all subjects have attested to feeling some degree of anxiety and/or nausea, which is subsequently amplified when stepping inside of SCP-4983. Whether this is the result of additional anomalous phenomena is still being investigated. HISTORICAL BACKGROUND: While the healthcare industry within the United States began to experience a serious upheaval throughout the early 1950s and late 1960s, hospitals during this period were still generally smaller and more localized. Traditional American communal hospitals, like SCP-4983, were not-for-profit or crowdfunded, housing only a small amount of patients relative to their total capacity. Prior to the construction of SCP-4983, the town of Hales1 witnessed an exponential growth of new residents. While Hales had already established the now modernized Geneveria hospital in 1954, impoverished members of the community were at a significant disadvantage as local wealth began fluctuating healthcare prices and expenditures. In order to combat the growing disparity, the Hales government initiated the construction of a more localized hospital. In 1963, the first iteration of Saint Almo's hospital was completed. THE HALES REPORTER Public Service Announcement Excerpt — Foundation Digital Archives (07/09/1963) By: Jessica Shredmanor After a long-awaited announcement, local officials have now confirmed the completion of Saint Almo's Children's hospital. This building, previously owned by Mayor Lewis Anthony before being willingly donated to the local Hales government, was required to undergo a six-month renovation project before being available to the public. Officials estimate that Saint Almo's will be able to house a total of 105 persons, 20% of which could receive immediate treatment in the facility's emergency-care units. While possible, Hales residents has been reminded that Saint Almo's will only act as a temporary facility, allowing Geneveria and other nearby hospitals an opportunity to house, process, and more effectively treat their increasing number of patients. Despite concerns from the community, Mayor Anthony has assured citizens that this facility will be available to all residents. In a recent interview, Mayor Anthony addressed his desire to "decrease the cost of receiving life-saving treatment and give families a proper ease-of-mind." Possible local orders and policies, while still implausible due to Saint Almo's being a temporary facility, have been under consideration by Mayor Anthony and the Hales City Courthouse. Saint Almo's quickly experienced an upsurge of patients as Hales expanded. While most physicians working at the facility lacked the proper training for effective treatment, Saint Almo's was still widely considered a better alternative to Geneveria healthcare. By 1966, reconstruction of Saint Almo's, headed by Mayor Lewis Anthony and the local government, was complete. This reconstruction would later become SCP-4983. Upon completion of SCP-4983, Saint Almo's would be rebranded as a children's hospital due to the increasing population. This change would prove to be effective until 1972 when census records reported a plateau of new Hales residents. By 1975, Saint Almo's would be once again replaced by Geneveria hospital in capacity and treatment rates. In 1976, the building was officially shut down by Mayor Anthony. Mayor Anthony would later pass in 1980 at the age of 65. SCP-4983's anomalous properties would go unnoticed until 2003 when Foundation operatives were alerted of potential paranormal activity. Investigation into the property officially began several weeks after containment, with Agent Miller conducting the following interview alongside Mayor Johnathon Anthony. INTERVIEWED: Mayor Johnathon Anthony INTERVIEWER: Agent Laura Miller [BEGIN LOG] MILLER: I can't help but notice the resemblance between you and Mr. Lewis Anthony. I'm assuming you both were family? Picture provided of Mayor Lewis Anthony. ANTHONY: My father, yeah. MILLER: I see. Were you two close? ANTHONY: Up until my teenage years. Then we had a falling out of sorts and I ran away from home to live with my mother up in Pleasant Hill. ANTHONY clears his throat. ANTHONY: He damn near had the entire town scared to death when I left. They had signs of my face posted everywhere in the county. They thought I went missing up until 81. MILLER: That's definitely not good. [Pause] If you don't mind me asking — what made you leave? ANTHONY: There were… I think there were a bunch of little factors. Things that made me feel like I needed space. From what I remember, he always had this motto of "religion, politics, and smarts." If he wasn't in the courthouse or writing policies, he was reading his holy book from the library. MILLER: Are you aware of what he practiced? ANTHONY: The exact details aren't coming to me now. I guess he thought it was too personal. MILLER: I see. ANTHONY: But I do know that he was a superstitious man. Scared of spirits and the unseen world. He and I were a lot alike, really. That, and his attitude towards research and studying. Pause. MILLER: Anything else you'd like to discuss in terms of Lewis? ANTHONY: Not anything I care for, no. Actually, I'd like to move this conversation along if that's fine with you. MILLER: Oh, of course. Let's try to bring this back to the present-day, sorry for de-railing. What's the status of Saint Almo's now? ANTHONY: [Chuckles] Abandoned. It had served its purpose. When people stopped coming, so did the workers. Hales hasn't needed Saint Almo's for decades now. MILLER: Is Geneveria the reason for that? ANTHONY: It's not just that, no. Saint Almo's was a response to a growing town. But that's simply not the case anymore, especially since we haven't recreated a population boom like that since the 60s. If we were to lose any more residents, this place would be a ghost town. MILLER: Why not just destroy Saint Almo's then? I'm sure it's taking land away for new housing and business opportunities. ANTHONY: We tried. We held a vote back in '98, but the project never went anywhere. MILLER: Why not? ANTHONY: The vote was quite divisive. After all, Saint Almo's is still widely considered a historical monument for Hales. In the end, though, it was decided that removing the hospital now would be pointless. And then nobody wanted to go near the damn place anyway, not when we realized that it was haunted. MILLER: Oh? [Pause] And how did you come to that conclusion? ANTHONY: I held the séance myself. [END LOG] ADDENDUM ONE — PERIMETER EXPLORATION: DATE: 02/13/2014 NOTE: MTF Xi-7 ("Ghost Busters!") was dispatched to SCP-4983 in order to patrol and assess the perimeter for any threats prior to Foundation insertion into the anomaly. [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins with the group walking towards a blue gate from a dirt path. The perspective follows Xi-7 ALPHA, who leads Xi-7 BRAVO, CHARLIE, and DELTA who are positioned behind him. The group is walking towards SCP-4983, pausing briefly to move the gate aside. ALPHA: You know the drill — keep an eye out. Xi-7 enter into the perimeter of the anomaly, which follows another faded dirt path leading directly into the front entrance of SCP-4983. Along the road, miscellaneous shrubbery and flora are visible. ALPHA indicates towards his left, and the group follows his lead as he steps beyond the shrubbery and towards the south brick wall. Xi-7 continue walking along the south wall for several minutes. Suddenly, as Xi-7 approaches the southeastern edge of SCP-4983, ALPHA pauses. The camera feed distorts slightly as ALPHA indicates to the others to hold their positions. ALPHA: Do you hear that? DELTA: Affirmative. Sounds almost like… a ringing. Is it a phone? BRAVO: I can hear it too, coming from the second floor, I think. Reminds me more of an alarm clock. ALPHA: Let's keep moving then. Ignore it, if you can. Xi-7 approaches the edge and turns towards the other wall, which leads to a nearby storage shed. Xi-7 scans the vicinity of the shed and, once finding nothing of significance, continues walking along the perimeter. UNKNOWN: [Unintelligible] Xi-7 freeze immediately. CHARLIE: A female scream? BRAVO: Coming from the first floor now. Wood being bashed can be heard from the camera's microphone. BRAVO: Sir? ALPHA: We have our orders. Continue the patrol. Xi-7 have now arrived at the back of SCP-4983. The sounds previously heard by the group have now faded. Xi-7 arrive in the outer courtyard. ALPHA: Wait. CHARLIE: Sir? ALPHA steps forward, turning slightly in order to reveal a series of stones extending from the ground below and into a 4x10 array. Large holes have been dug in front of the stones. BRAVO: Was it common for places like these to have gravesites? CHARLIE: Dunno. ALPHA: There's no harm in checking it out. Xi-7 enter the gravesite and proceed to search the premises. ALPHA begins searching near the far-right corner. ALPHA locates a nearby gravestone and peers into the hole dug within its vicinity. Nothing of value is discovered. ALPHA continues his search for 5 minutes but is unable to locate anything of relative interest. After searching another grave, ALPHA's radio activates from his side. CHARLIE: [Over radio] Alpha, I need you over here. ALPHA: What did you find? A body? CHARLIE: Just come here. ALPHA complies, jogging between several graves before locating BRAVO, CHARLIE, and DELTA standing on the opposite corner of the graveyard. ALPHA: What did you three find? BRAVO: Three bodies. Two males and a female. ALPHA: It's a graveyard, what were you expecting? DELTA: It's not just that, sir. It's about the state of the bodies — they're fresh. [END LOG] MTF Xi-7 concluded the perimeter patrol with no further issues. Once given the all-clear, Xi-7 would later return to the graveyard present within SCP-4983. A total of three bodies, hereby collectively referred to as "SCP-4983-1," were subsequently recovered, all of which were sent to Site-119 for continued investigation. Further forensic analysis was led by Doctor Anderson Rains. RESEARCHERS NOTE: I feel like a slight clarification needs to be made here. The… things, sent from Saint Almo's aren't ordinary human bodies. As of now, none of us are sure what they really are. Here, I'll try to briefly explain it as best as I can. Xi-7 wasn't wrong when they said that these SCP-4983-1 instances were unusual. They are, but not in the way that they thought initially. The skin of each are abnormally elastic and loose — giving them this near-pristine appearance. None of our available tools have been able to puncture past the dermis either, for reasons we can't yet explain. Beyond the near plasticity of the skin, we also observed some oddities with their eyes. Ignoring the discoloration of the pupils, both the vitreous body and the retina are unusually enlarged, well beyond being any genetic defect or abnormality. Heat scans of both the skull and upper torso also report slight signs of heat markings, which is also weird since we can only assume that these bodies have been left in the cold and deceased for several years (as indicated by the decomposing of the hair and vacant follicles seen in all instances). While the above summary isn't all-inclusive, I still think we should remain clear on what we're dealing with here. In short: we have no clue what's going on yet, and knowing that might help prevent any accidents or misunderstandings in the future. ADDENDUM TWO — INVESTIGATION: The discovery of the SCP-4983-1 instances prompted further concern by Foundation personnel. Because of this, further exploration into SCP-4983 was requested and later escalated by high-ranking officials. With the outer perimeter of SCP-4983 secured, investigations into the interior of SCP-4983 were attempted. However, Foundation personnel were still unsure of the status within the facility. As such, the creation and utilization of the new CODICE drone were approved. A flight to inspect and observe SCP-4983's interior remotely was approved, resulting in the subsequent log of events: DATE: 03/01/2014 [BEGIN LOG] DRONE ACTIVATED. AUTOPILOT ENGAGED AND ACTIVE. ASCENDING 7 METERS BEFORE INITIATING FLIGHT TOWARDS TARGET. TARGET LOCATED, DESCENDING TO 5 METERS AND TRAVELLING TO FLAGGED ENTRY POINT. ERROR! OBSTRUCTION DETECTED. AUTOPILOT DISENGAGED — AWAITING OPERATOR FOR ASSISTANCE. MANUAL FLIGHT CONTROLS INITIATED. ELEVATING 7 METERS AND SCANNING SECOND LEVEL TO DETERMINE NEW ENTRY POINT. ENTRY POINT DETECTED, SIXTH WINDOW ON SECOND LEVEL. NOW ENTERING AVAILABLE OPENING. RE-ENGAGING AUTOPILOT AND RESUMING PATROL. SCANNING CURRENT ROOM. NO MOVEMENT DETECTED. NO HAZARDOUS MATERIAL DETECTED. PHOTOGRAPHING NEARBY OBJECTS AND CONTINUING PATROL. ACCESSING HALLWAY, NO MOVEMENT DETECTED. CONTINUING TO NEXT ROOM. FATAL FEED ERROR! FATAL SCANNER ERROR! LOCATION OF DRONE UNKNOWN! ERROR! RE-ADJUSTING CALIBRATION AND CONTINUING TO NEXT ROOM. MOVEMENT DETECTED! MOVEMENT DETECTED! MOVEMENT DETECTED! ALARM DE-ACTIVATED. NO MOVEMENT DETECTED, NOW ACCESSING LEVEL ONE. LOUD SOUND DETECTED. SOURCE ABOVE. UNABLE TO DISCERN. AUTOPILOT DISENGAGED, AWAITING OPERATOR. AUTOPILOT RE-ENGAGED. CONTINUING PATROL OF LEVEL ONE. ACCESSING ROOM. SCAN HAS NOW BEEN COMPLETED. NO MOVEMENT DETECTED. NO HAZARDOUS MATERIAL DETECTED. PHOTOGRAPHING NEARBY OBJECTS AND CONTINUING PATROL. ROOM EXCEEDING RANGE LIMIT ALLOWANCE. CONTINUING FURTHER INTO CURRENT ROOM. ANOTHER SCAN INITIATED. NO CHANGE. CONTINUING SEARCH OF SUB-ROOM. SUB-ROOM SCANNED, NO CHANGE. RETURNING TO PREVIOUS ROOM. RETURNING TO PREVIOUS POINT OF ENTRY TO CONTINUE PATROL. OBSTRUCTION DETECTED! PHOTOGRAPHING NEARBY OBJECTS AND AWAITING OPERATOR. MANUAL FLIGHT CONTROLS ENGAGED. ASCENDING 7 METERS TO THE SECOND FLOOR. AUTOPILOT NOW RE-ENGAGED. CONTINUING PATROL, SCANNING CURRENT ROOM. FATAL FEED ERROR! FATAL SCANNER ERROR! LOCATION OF DRONE UNKNOWN! ERROR! RE-ADJUSTING CALIBRATION AND CONTINUING PATROL. DETECTED STAIRS. ASCENDING TO UPPER ATTIC, NOW 11 METERS. ACCESSING ROOM, INITIATING SCAN. SCAN HAS NOW BEEN COMPLETED. NO MOVEMENT DETECTED. NO HAZARDOUS MATERIAL DETECTED. PHOTOGRAPHING NEARBY OBJECTS AND CONTINUING— MOVEMENT DETECTED! SOUND DETECTED! MOVEMENT DETECTED! FACE DETECTED! MOVEMENT DETECTED! SOUND DETECTED! MOVEMENT DETECTED! FACE DETECTED! ERROR! ERROR! ERROR! ERROR! ERROR! ALARMS DISENGAGED. NO ACTIVITY DETECTED. BATTERY REPORTED LOW! EXITING BUILDING AND TERMINATING PATROL SCRIPT. [END LOG] Continued remote observations into SCP-4983 have been met with similar results. Repeated attempts revealed the presence of "dead zones," as an unknown interference would distort and malfunction all drones entering into their approximate vicinity. As such, Xi-7 has been re-dispatched to the location for further exploration and mapping of potential rooms of interest within. On 03/08/2014, Xi-7 would arrive at SCP-4983, with Agent Laura Miller assisting them. NOTE: Camera footage provided by Agent Laura Miller. [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins at the entrance leading into SCP-4983, with DELTA and CHARLIE removing the wooded barricade previously blocking the door. ALPHA and BETA are seen standing guard, with MILLER sitting several meters away. DELTA: [Grunts] Wood's now been moved. We can go in whenever. ALPHA: Gotcha. [Turns towards MILLER.] Ready over there? MILLER: Sure am. ALPHA: Let's move then. DELTA and CHARLIE step backward as ALPHA and MILLER enter into SCP-4983. The two are met with a long, narrow hallway extending left and right respectively. On the wall ahead, a small window leads into the central courtyard decorated with several benches and a broken ceramic fountain. The rest of Xi-7 enter into the interior. ALPHA signals CHARLIE and DELTA to move towards the right end of the hallway as ALPHA, BRAVO, and MILLER stay left. ALPHA: [Over radio] Sensors will sound when you're close to a dead zone. Stay alert. CHARLIE: Copy, boss. DELTA: Aye, copy. ALPHA, BRAVO, and MILLER arrive at the end of the hallway and turn right. The subteam is met with an even longer hallway extending down into the opposite end of the central courtyard. Parts of the ceiling and walls are either missing or vacant, with fragmented drywall clinging to the floors. All nearby windows are either shattered or outright missing. The group walks forward, stopping after 5 or 6 meters to enter a nearby patient ward. ALPHA signals BRAVO to stand near the entry point while he and MILLER enter inside. The two walk into a large room filled with a series of bunk-beds extending downward, towards the opposite wall. The mattresses are heavily shredded and sagged, the majority of which are missing sheets or pillows. MILLER: It's better than most motels, at least. ALPHA: What places have you been sleeping in? MILLER: If you could only imagine. MILLER and ALPHA continue exploring the inside of the room. As MILLER inspects the left wall, ALPHA continues rummaging through the separate bunk beds. MILLER then turns to look at several of the other bunk beds across the room. MILLER briefly stops as she picks up a toy action figure. While most of its characteristics have long since either faded or have been removed outright, MILLER notices that the central cavity of the figure remains intact, with a large mechanical heart strapped inside. BRAVO: [Over radio] Copy? The two cease moving. ALPHA: All ears, Bravo. BRAVO: Anyone else hearing that sound? Radio goes silent briefly. After a moment, ALPHA and MILLER look towards each other. An unknown sound can be heard over the camera's microphone. BRAVO: None of us are moving, right? Xi-7 confirms over the radio that they have ceased movement. BRAVO: So whose footsteps am I hearing? A slight pause occurs. ALPHA: Ignore it for now. Keep watch, we'll be back in the hallway soon. MILLER continues towards the end of the room. ALPHA removes his radio before stopping to see an unknown canister laying face down on the floor. After a moment he kicks it onto its opposite face, revealing a large hole. ALPHA: Looks like someone really wanted whatever was in that thing. MILLER approaches towards the end of the room, turning right to access a nearby bathroom. ALPHA lingers slightly behind and is unviewable to the camera. MILLER enters into the bathroom, which is in a similar state to other rooms within the facility. She turns right towards a slightly broken mirror before freezing. MILLER: Alpha. ALPHA: What? MILLER: Come here. ALPHA rushes into the bathroom MILLER is located at, holding a sidearm close by. ALPHA: Something wrong? MILLER: Look at the shower behind me. ALPHA turns towards the ceramic tub behind him. After locating nothing of interest, he turns back towards MILLER. ALPHA: There's nothing there. MILLER indicates towards the mirror, signaling ALPHA to look. ALPHA's eyes suddenly widen at the sight of something that cannot be seen by the camera. ALPHA holsters his weapon. MILLER: You see it now? ALPHA: [Whispers] Don't move — he's not smiling at you. ALPHA retrieves a small capsule from his right pocket, taking off its cap. Once done, ALPHA steadily dips his index and middle fingers into the capsule, staining them with a dark red liquid. As MILLER remains frozen, ALPHA begins to draw an inscription on the mirror in front of them, whispering in an unknown language. After several seconds, ALPHA steps back and the mirror shatters outright. ALPHA: You're clear. MILLER turns back, checking to see if anything is still behind her. After a moment she sighs in relief. MILLER: What in the hell was that? ALPHA: It was just a spirit. Nothing you have to worry about now. MILLER: Is it… is it gone now? ALPHA: Should be, but just stay on guard. In case it comes back. MILLER: Huh…. okay. [Pauses] Thanks. ALPHA: Don't mention it. [Offhand] Fucking creepy-ass kid. ALPHA grunts as both proceed out of another door connecting into the bathroom, this one leading into a presumed storage closet. As the two enter, loud alarms begin going off near MILLER's and ALPHA's waists. MILLER: I found it. ALPHA snorts. DELTA: [Over radio] Alpha, you copy? ALPHA: Affirmative. Just located a dead zone. CHARLIE: So have we. Does yours also have a fuckton of these weird fuel-container-looking things? MILLER and ALPHA take a second to observe their immediate vicinity. Throughout the room, large quantities of large, 1.2-meter canisters are visible. Most have toppled to the floor or contain significant damage. ALPHA: Affirmative. CHARLIE: Well, we got a few of them that look like they got something interesting inside. Almost like Sprite or something — should we do anything with them? ALPHA looks towards MILLER, who signals in the affirmative. ALPHA: Yeah — make sure they're not hazardous or toxic. Other than that, bring some back to the front of the building — we'll let the nerds back home figure it out from here. [END LOG] ADDENDUM THREE — EXPERIMENTATION: Concluding the end of events observed in ADDENDUM TWO, only 4 canisters, classified as SCP-4983-2, were recovered from the facility. Similar to SCP-4983-1, said objects were transferred to Site-119 for further investigation and study by personnel. On 04/16/2014, Doctor Anderson Rains submitted a detailed series of notes to Foundation researchers after observing and investigating both SCP-4983-1 and SCP-4983-2 instances for nearly 1 month. An excerpted collection of these notes may be found below: […] Our first preliminary observations with SCP-4983-1 instances have finally been completed. Assuming that anyone reading these notes will have already been up-to-date with the current SCP-4983 file, let me go ahead and skip straight into the more interesting points. Instead of locating ordinary subcutaneous tissue and muscle fibers underneath the instance's rubbery skin, we were actually met with interlocking fibers of metal and copper. Small cogs and gears were frozen stiff, meshed together from the central torso and into the individual limbs. The only thing comparable would be that of a few cases I happened to be a part of back during my time at Site-17. While we accessed the upper chest cavity and torso, a large battery had replaced what was supposed to be a human heart. We have decided to continue monitoring this for now. We haven't yet taken a look at the upper cranium or the eyes in full detail, but I expect that to change here shortly. Even after several days, our observations still baffle us back in 119. So far during this investigation, we've only been able to raise more questions than we can answer. Why were these blatantly machined instances left outside? How did they operate — were they life-like or were they intentionally artificial? Who could possibly acquire the knowledge and craftsmanship to create these machines? These questions have only been amplified after our new observations. We will begin with our evaluation of the instance's eyes. While we noticed beforehand that the size of both the retina and vitreous body were overly large — what we didn't see was how the iris and lens of the eyes were entirely fake. Instead of locating muscle and tissue, we noticed a loose filling that obstructed small cameras fitted behind the pupil and outer cornea, which connected via the "optic nerve" back towards the visual cortex of the instance's brain. This nicely segues us into our next observations — the brain itself. It, of course, likewise follows the recent pattern seen from these investigations thus far. Instead of organic brain matter or tissue, there was a large array of storage drives, much like ordinary hard disk drives. So far, we've been unable to extract any data from the drives we've recovered. Closer inspection of each drive indicates that they were probably severely damaged after being left outside for several decades. We're going to try and extract other drives from the remaining instances to see if any data can be read. However, we don't believe that it will be successful. Today we received something brand new from SCP-4983 — SCP-4983-2. The SCP-4983-2 objects themselves are nothing fancy from the outside. They just appear as odd fuel canisters, the ones you might find in a videogame or near the back of an ordinary gas station. We hadn't thought much of the material that was contained inside. Not until we realized that the gas inside contains a massive amount of EVE energy. With so much of it inside, it's suddenly not too difficult to understand why our devices were experiencing so much interference. If the EVE had been compacted into any more space, we'd most likely be dealing with a lot worse than haywire gadgets. Aspect Radiation is a very real threat, and we should remain thankful that no accidents occurred on the field. Our technicians have stored them away for the time being. Tomorrow we'll begin a further study to see if any correlation between the -1 and -2 exist, and what said correlation might look like if it does. Since we cannot insert the contents of SCP-4983-2 directly into SCP-4983-1, we have isolated a chamber room with one of each instance contained inside. The results have been shocking so far. The plasticity of the SCP-4983-1's skin is not just happenstance. When interacting with the material of SCP-4983-2, the skin actually begins to morph and change. The physical features of our first SCP-4983-1 have altered so significantly that even details like the fingerprints have been permanently changed. Our other tests have led to the same results. The EVE energy contained within the canisters has not yet been identified. However, given the clarity and relative weakness of the energy, it's almost safe to assume that this was siphoned from a baseline human. Perhaps many, many humans if I had to guess. The only thoughts that I can think of in regards to these objects are why? None of the pieces craft a good picture here. With so many of these SCP-4983-2 instances — what are they actually fueling? And, more importantly… where is it? ADDENDUM FOUR — SUBLEVEL: Following the notes retrieved from Doctor Rains, a re-dispatch to the SCP-4983 location was approved. In order to gain further insight into both the correlation of SCP-4983-1 and SCP-4983-2, as well as ascertain more of the facility itself, Mayor Johnathon Anthony agreed to assist Foundation teams in further investigation. Utilizing both his knowledge of SCP-4983's general layout, as well as the overall history involving both it and the town of Hales, he was integrated into the following exploration of SCP-4983. NOTE: The following footage was compiled from recordings provided by MILLER, ALPHA, BRAVO, CHARLIE, and DELTA respectively. [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins with the perspective of ALPHA. The group has already accessed the inside of SCP-4983 and is huddled together nearby the front entrance. The time is approximately 18:30, and the lack of outside light makes viewing difficult. All members excluding ANTHONY are wearing activated flashlights. MILLER: Thanks for agreeing to help us, John. ANTHONY: Of course. Is there anything exactly you and your friends are looking for here? MILLER: We're not sure yet. We were hoping you could point us in the right direction. ALPHA: Somewhere we maybe haven't thought to check yet. MILLER nods in agreement to ALPHA. ANTHONY: Well… I can't pinpoint anything exactly right now. But Dad always left little secrets in everything he did. I can help you all look if that's okay. ALPHA: Well— MILLER: Yes, that would be great. The more eyes the better. MILLER and ALPHA look towards each other briefly. ALPHA: Fine by me. Let's split up and get to work then. Xi-7 and the group nod in approval. ALPHA, MILLER, and ANTHONY both move towards the west section of the facility, while BRAVO, CHARLIE, and DELTA take the opposite region. [EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REMOVED] Camera perspective now falls unto BRAVO, who lags behind both CHARLIE and DELTA as they move forward. CHARLIE: We're coming across a T in the hallway. DELTA: Noted. BRAVO: There's a room right off the turn. Should we take a look inside? DELTA: It's what we're here for, isn't it? BRAVO, CHARLIE, and DELTA slowly make their way to the end of the hallway, turning right to see an already opened door leading into a large operating room. From the outside windows, it appears that they are on the second floor of the facility. DELTA: Charlie, take point while Bravo and I go inside. CHARLIE: Yeah… yeah, sure. DELTA turns back and walks into the hallway, leaving CHARLIE outside as he shuts the metal door leading inside. DELTA and BRAVO have now entered a large operating room. The room itself is devoid of any outstanding features. Cabinets and drawers hang limply from the walls as a large operating table is bolted into the central part of the floor. Debris, fauna, and other material are scattered throughout the entirety of the room. The windows are shattered and a light breeze comes from the outside. DELTA: If you find anything, call it out. BRAVO: Roger. BRAVO turns towards the right side of the room and begins inspecting the miscellaneous cabinets and drawers. The camera can see DELTA moving towards the left and searching. BRAVO: Delta. DELTA: What? BRAVO opens another cabinet and begins inspecting for anything notable. He is unsuccessful. BRAVO: Why'd you make Charlie sit outside? Seems silly, we're just dealing with ghosts and spirits in here. DELTA sighs, closing a nearby drawer as he stands up and straightens his back. DELTA: Are you telling me that you didn't notice it? BRAVO: Notice what? DELTA: Eh, just forget it. DELTA continues his search in another nearby cabinet, shutting it quickly after locating nothing of interest. DELTA: I've been feeling paranoid, recently. Like — like someone has been on my back this entire time. BRAVO: You think it's maybe the spirits latching onto you? DELTA: Maybe, Either that or just paranoia, I suppose. The two are now beyond the halfway point of the perimeter of the room. DELTA: I don't know. I just want to stay on guard. BRAVO: I get it. [2 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REMOVED] DELTA: Find anything over there? BRAVO: No sir. Just a few bird nests. What about you? DELTA: Nothing. The two sit in silence briefly. BRAVO: Should we keep looking? DELTA: No, we've spent enough time in here. Let's move on to the next room. DELTA retrieves his radio from his waist. DELTA: Charlie, do you copy? Silence. DELTA: Charlie, are you there, over? We're about to leave the room. Silence ensues once more. BRAVO: Did he forget to turn on his radio again? DELTA: No, he wouldn't do that. [Pause] Come with me. DELTA readies his sidearm and slowly approaches the door. BRAVO retrieves his sidearm and follows DELTA from behind. After slowly approaching, DELTA opens the door leading back into the hallway slightly, taking a peek outside. After a moment, DELTA seemingly locates nothing of interest and opens the door. DELTA: He's gone. DELTA steps out, back into the hallway. He swings his firearm towards the front and right turns before looking back towards BRAVO. DELTA: Where did that son-of-a— DELTA is interrupted by the ceiling collapsing. Suddenly, a large body falls onto DELTA, causing him to collapse. BRAVO jumps forward but is unable to after being blocked by another body in front of him. BRAVO grunts towards DELTA before collapsing. The camera attached to BRAVO detaches from him, falling lopsided onto the ground. After a minute, the room is silent. Deep red blood begins staining the camera lens as 4 unknown individuals begin walking away from the scene. One is seen turning back towards the camera before the feed ceases outright. The camera perspective now falls back onto MILLER, who is walking alongside ANTHONY and ALPHA. The three are walking down another separate hallway leading towards the outside before suddenly hearing a large crash from the rooms above. ANTHONY: What was that? The group pauses and looks collectively up towards the ceiling. After a moment of silence, ALPHA retrieves his radio. ALPHA: Team, do you copy? The radio remains silent. ALPHA: Team? Further silence ensues. MILLER: Do you think something happened? ALPHA freezes as he puts his radio back onto his waist. ALPHA: Dunno, but you two stay here. Don't move, I'm going to go check it out. MILLER and ANTHONY nod as ALPHA retreats towards the source of the sound. After he leaves, MILLER and ANTHONY looks towards each other. ANTHONY: Do you hear that? MILLER: I do, yeah. The two pause as a noticeable "ticking" sound can be heard faintly. MILLER: I think you should go back towards the entrance. ANTHONY: And what about you? MILLER: There are a few more places I want to check, but I'll be there soon. ANTHONY nods in approval. ANTHONY: I'll meet you there then. [EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REMOVED] MILLER is seen walking around the perimeter of SCP-4983. She is alone, with only a flashlight. The sky has darkened and light rain has begun to pour. ANTHONY and ALPHA are nowhere in sight. MILLER approaches the outside shed from the rear side. After a moment of walking around, she accesses the front door and attempts to open it. Her attempt fails. She tries again, this time ramming her shoulder into the door. The added push causes the weakened wood to cave, allowing her access into a large stairway headed underground. MILLER: That ticking… it's coming from here. The stairs and outer walls are largely degraded. The decoration and style of the walls appear to pre-date the outside shed and SCP-4983 facility surrounding it. MILLER begins walking into the facility. She intermittently scans both the walls and stairs, but after locating nothing of interest she continues downward. After a minute of walking, she accesses a large room leading from the stairs. The ticking sound is significantly louder, but she is unable to view anything due to the darkness. After a moment, however, she begins surveying the room. She begins on the right side of the wall and explores the perimeter. She finds nothing of interest, so she moves towards the opposite corner. MILLER: What the…? MILLER points her camera to the ground and gasps slightly. As she pans, another SCP-4983-1 instance can be seen lying on the ground, face down. After a brief pause, MILLER begins inspecting the instance. She is able to lift it onto its face, revealing both a face and nametag that appears to have dropped onto the floor. The nametag itself reads: "SUBJECT 1 — JAY A." MILLER: It's… it's the boy from the mirror? MILLER stands up and looks around again. After a moment, she detects something of interest on the wall. She walks towards the object and notices a switch. She flicks it onto the "On" position, and the lights of the room suddenly activate. Near the SCP-4983-1 and the now viewable dozens of other instances, a large mechanical object can be seen reverberating. After each subsequent beat, the ticking sound becomes noticeable stronger. The opposite corner of the room likewise begins to light up. Along the far wall of the room, large CRT monitors begin activating. Each monitor displays a feed looking outside of both the facility and Hales. All feeds are displayed in a first-person perspective, some of which are heading towards the shed in which MILLER is located in. MILLER gasps, taking a step backward before a large creaking noise can be heard from behind. MILLER flails to her opposite side and sees ANTHONY staring at her from the stairs. MILLER: John? ANTHONY smiles as his face and body begin to contort and shift rapidly. Within moments, the appearance of ANTHONY shifts dramatically to that of the previous Lewis Anthony. After a pause, he steps forward, revealing a large number of people standing behind him from the staircase. ANTHONY: Looks like you found it. ANTHONY steps forward, allowing the group of individuals behind him to quickly swarm into the room and surround MILLER. Bloodstains are noticeable around ANTHONY's arms and hands. ANTHONY: Welcome to Hales, Ms. Miller. [FEED IS CUT INEXPLICABLY AFTER A LOUD IMPACT IS HEARD] [END LOG] UPDATE: Both the status of Agent Miller and the specifics of the object discovered within SCP-4983, at the time of writing, remain unknown. Possible correlation with GoI-004 "Church of the Broken God" is suspected, but unverifiable due to lack of evidence. Additionally, all reports concerning the sighting of Miller's body near the premises of SCP-4983 or the town of Hales are to be considered false until further notice. Footnotes 1. Having, at that point, only a population of several thousand. |
SCP-4984 | keter | Portion of SCP-4984-L. Item #: SCP-4984 Special Containment Procedures: Any personnel observing SCP-4984 instances at a distance of 2 meters or closer are to wear Level A vapour-tight hazmat suits. Provisional containment areas are to be dedicated to housing SCP-4984 instances covering area larger than 100 m2. The perimeter of an SCP-4984 containment area is to be marked with simple concrete paving and equipped with detection devices at 10-meter intervals. Should growth from an SCP-4984 instance exceed the inner perimeter network, a biohazard team is to be dispatched. Approved destruction of SCP-4984 instances is to be carried out using chemical dispersal units placed at the edge of an established outer perimeter border. After destruction procedures are completed, the instance of SCP-4984 is to remain under observation for two years. If significant reemergence is noted, the destruction procedures are to be re-initiated. Preemptive searches for newly manifested instances of SCP-4984 are to be carried out at least once yearly. Any unique hyphae structures or still-living organisms within SCP-4984 are to be documented in detail; information regarding individual instances is to be submitted to the nearest major Foundation facility. Description: SCP-4984 (provisional binomial name Mycelium memoriae) is a species of anomalous fungus occurring primarily in Europe and Africa. Based on current observations1, it is believed that SCP-4984's primary anomaly is related to its feeding behaviour: specifically, SCP-4984 will engulf the entirety of its prey, and then feed off certain visual memories of the trapped individual rather than nutrients obtained from consuming organic material. SCP-4984 then uses its hyphae to create diorama-like physical representations of said memories seemingly as a form of nutrient storage. These dioramas vary from simple shapes to highly complex reconstructions, including in some cases miniature versions of landmarks in sharp detail and exact replications of animal facial features. SCP-4984 is typically structured as large clusters of hyphae2 forming unusual structures, often mimicking nearby environmental features or wildlife. The networks of hyphae are abnormally sturdy and serve as one of SCP-4984's two main spreading mechanisms, the other being the use of spores. The germination period of these spores is markedly short, with initial fungal growth appearing within minutes of contact with suitable organic material. The growth of SCP-4984 instances typically depends on the availability of prey; it is currently believed that each instance of SCP-4984 somehow "selects" a specific animal species to target as an exclusive food source. As preferred food becomes scarce, the actively growing hyphae will gradually cease the production of new diorama structures and enter a state of dormancy. Dormant instances of SCP-4984 exhibit hyphae with a hard outer shell, stonelike in quality and resistant to most forms of damage. Large extracted samples of SCP-4984 material resemble carbonaceous chondrites (a class of primitive meteorites) in composition, with more complex SCP-4984 instances containing minuscule pieces of diamond. Addendum SCP-4984-1: Partial excerpts of notable SCP-4984 instances, ordered by complexity. SCP-4984 instance: SCP-4984-E Total Size: ~50 m2 Location: Warwickshire, England Notes: Hyphae structures grow sporadically in uneven patches, standing out as starkly white against the soil and lichen of the forest floor. The instance forms a rough approximation of a honey bee's "waggle dance"3 pattern on the ground. Status: Active. Due to the hard outer shell of the hyphae, believed to be dormant. SCP-4984 instance: SCP-4984-J Total Size: ~350 m2 (primarily underground) Location: Kalahari Desert, South Africa Notes: Aboveground hyphae structures imitate a large network of thin tunnels, similar to those created by burrowing animals. The hyphae tunnels are hollow and rise to a height of 60 cm at tallest, forming an almost pipelike structure in midair. At the centre of the structure is a single meerkat (Suricata suricatta) formed of semi-porous hyphae filaments, seemingly standing at attention. Ultrasound scans indicate that the tunnels are a mirrored copy of the meerkat burrows directly underneath the structure. Status: Active. Provisional perimeters have been established. SCP-4984 instance: SCP-4984-B Total Size: ~100 m2 (partially underwater) Location: Edinburgh, Scotland Notes: Extremely thin hyphae filaments spread across surface of water, forming slight silhouettes similar to the ripples created by hobbyist fishing boats. Occasional presence of hook-shaped objects formed of hardened hyphae, as well as structures imitating various common ocean debris. Status: Neutralized, to prevent further spread through water. Foundation personnel recovered three live brown trout (Salmo trutta) specimens from within the SCP-4984 instance. Trout were noted to have lost some swimming ability, necessitating feeding by hand. Addendum SCP-4984-2: Excerpts of SCP-4984 cases involving human victims. SCP-4984 instance: SCP-4984-Q Total Size: ~230 m2 Location: Collioure, France Notes: Hyphae structures at the centre of the instance appear to form a series of geometric shapes arranged in an optical illusion-inducing pattern, located in an area of woodland close to a small facility often used for artistic conferences and retreats. The structure measures 4 m in diameter and is intact on all angles, seemingly breaking non-anomalous physics. Status: Neutralized, following personnel experiencing negative effects from an apparent cognitohazard caused by the instance. Excavation of the instance's remains revealed the comatose body of a man known as ██████ ███████, a resident of France and an artist specializing in complex fractal illustrations whose career was last active 90 years prior to the discovery of the SCP-4984 instance. ██████ ███████ has been placed on life support in a quarantine ward at a Foundation-owned hospital. SCP-4984 instance: SCP-4984-H Total Size: ~3000 m2 Location: Cairo, Egypt Notes: Unlike most other discovered SCP-4984 structures which are solely freestanding hyphae structures, SCP-4984-H appears to consist of filament structures that have overtaken the entirety of a rural village. Approximately 70% of the instance is observed to be dormant, with hard hyphae shells covering various landmarks and lifeforms, including huts and labour animals. The northernmost area contains an elaborate building believed to be of religious significance, standing in front of a cave. The entrance to the cave is currently sealed off by a wall of hyphae, etched with intricate patterns similar to Egyptian hieroglyphics commonly found on sarcophagi and other funeral items. Infrared imaging using inserted probes indicates the presence of at least 33 unmoving humanoid individuals within the cave, all seemingly arranged in various upright positions indicating worship or praise. These individuals are believed to be still living. Status: Active, pending destruction procedures to be enacted as necessary and as possible. Preliminary investigation indicates the hyphae at the outermost portions of SCP-4984-H reach a depth of at least 50 meters, making excavation potentially inadvisable. Additional Notes: SCP-4984-H is observed to spread at a rate of ██ m2 per year, consistently adding new hyphae structures to "populate" the overtaken village. The most recent structures to be added in this manner are highly realistic representations of two MTF agents, the first non-D-Class Foundation personnel sent to investigate the instance (it is noted that no replicas of any previously sent personnel are present within SCP-4984-H). When approached closely by one of the agents, the structures emitted large clouds of spores, temporarily halting the investigation. It is unknown whether this incident was due to a natural defence mechanism or SCP-4984 purposely drawing the MTF agent closer using their likeness as a lure. Endnote: Whether SCP-4984 is truly sapient or not remains unconfirmed. Many are of the mindset that SCP-4984 is, in fact, conscious and aware of its own existence, due to the complexity of some of its behaviours. Additionally, with the investigation of SCP-4984-H, it was noted that the hyphae structures forming the MTF agents' likenesses were seemingly constructed based on the perspective of someone looking out of the sealed cave. Discussion regarding the potential retrieval of the humans within the cave is underway. - Dr Nohavica, Director of Sentience research, Site-26 Footnotes 1. All the specimens found in SCP-4984 instances have been recovered either alive or in stasis similar to hibernation. 2. Branching filaments that make up the mycelium (vegetative part) of a fungus 3. Used by many species of bee to share information with the colony about the direction and distance to various resources. |
SCP-4985 | keter | SCP-4985 headquarters, Manhattan. Item #: SCP-4985 Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-4985 maintains a significant public profile and widespread non-anomalous activities in its local area and global financial markets, full Foundation custody is infeasible at this time. Containment measures encompass managing public access to the SCP-4985 offices and SCP-4985-affected persons, altering news reports to remove references to anomalous activity and regulating corporate activities of SCP-4985 to limit its influence, particularly with regard to investments in companies directly relevant to Foundation operations. The Foundation maintains an embassy of 4 staff at SCP-4985, who are tasked with relaying communications to and from SCP-4985, representing the Foundation in negotiations, promoting commercial and cultural exchanges and ensuring compliance with the Treaty and all other agreements. Knowledge of diplomatic negotiations, business administration, financial markets and the history of Europe in the Middle Ages are desirable. All staff interacting with SCP-4985 employees or their immediate families require a Cognitohazard Resistance Value (CRV) >50. Description: SCP-4985 is the Zoller & Sons Company, an American investment management firm based in New York. SCP-4985 is a privately held corporation operating mainly in leveraged buyouts, growth capital and venture capital, with approximately 400 direct employees and $30.5 billion USD in assets. SCP-4985 has cognitohazardous properties affecting its employees, shareholders and their immediate families (both legal and biological definitions) where they are influenced to accept and participate in its unorthodox organisation and corporate culture. Additionally, while this effect does not confer noticeable anomalous traits on these persons, they exhibit secondary anomalous properties where the response of others to SCP-4985-related-actions is suppressed; while this effect is not sufficient to compel others to comply with SCP-4985's wishes, persons with low-to-average CRVs will fail to recognise the actions of SCP-4985 employees as unusual. The key aspects of SCP-4985 compared to a non-anomalous corporation are its upper management structure, hereditary family-based hiring practices, frequent use of internal and external violence and a variety of rituals and etiquette rules followed by its members. As a result, the operation of SCP-4985 approximates that of a European monarchy of the Late Middle Ages. The functions of board chairman and chief executive officer are combined in its ruler, SCP-4985-1. The current SCP-4985-1 is Mr Peter Lawrence, who styles himself as 'King Peter I'. SCP-4985-1 was born in Pennsylvania in 1975 and began working for SCP-4985 in 1997 after completing an MBA at Cornell University, eventually reaching the position of High Lord of Global Credit and Duke of PetSmart.1 He assumed leadership of SCP-4985 after the 2008 financial crisis, after assembling a coalition of shareholders to overthrow the then-ruler, Alexander III of House Cabot. As a result of this precarious accession to the throne, he has pursued a cautious internal policy but relatively aggressive external policy, securing a marriage alliance with Merrill Lynch in order to escalate the ongoing conflict between SCP-4985 and Clayton, Dubilier & Rice.2 Children and occasionally other younger relatives of SCP-4985 employees are expected to follow their parent into employment, although they generally undergo a standard non-anomalous education. While there is a degree of mobility between SCP-4985 departments at similar salary levels, movement to upper management, requiring the holding of a significant amount of stock options and the award of a noble title by SCP-4985-1, is infeasible for the majority of employees unless they distinguish themselves in battle or especially shrewd investments. The most dramatic effect of SCP-4985 is its use of capital punishment; between 5 and 10 employees are executed by beheading3 per year, for crimes such as embezzlement and lèse-majesté. Violent actions against persons outside of SCP-4985 are infrequent, but are more problematic for containment purposes. Notable incidents include sporadic attacks on the CD&R offices at the Seagram Building since 2007, the attempted poisoning of several mid-level Morgan Stanley employees (unconfirmed) and the defenestration of 2 Securities and Exchange Commission investigators in 2009. This event led to Foundation awareness of SCP-4985; while the actions of SCP-4985 had previously escaped notice, due to its self-concealing anomalous property, the bizarre nature of the deaths led to UIU involvement, who referred the matter to the Foundation. Despite these unusual traits, SCP-4985 remains competitive with other firms in its industry. Although the company came close to collapse in the 2008 financial crisis, it has since reported strong quarterly profits and asset growth, provides financial services to over 2,000 non-anomalous individual and corporate clients, and maintains close relations with US state and federal representatives, particularly [DATA EXPUNGED]. As a result, a degree of flexibility and creativity in containment and Foundation-SCP-4985 relations has been required. Addendum 4985-1: Transcript of first contact between SCP-4985 and the Foundation EVENT TRANSCRIPT 4985-01-01 08/11/2009, 09:20 hrs STAFF MEMBER: Dr Luis Gonzales NOTES: A meeting request was sent to SCP-4985 via the Public Corporate Society, a Foundation front organisation used in dealings with anomalous and non-anomalous corporations. SCP-4985 responded positively, requesting 'an envoy for tribute and trade'. <TRANSCRIPT BEGINS> Dr Gonzales arrives at the SCP-4985 offices at 40 Broad St, New York. The lobby is decorated with heraldry containing various corporate logos. He approaches the lobby reception desk. RECEPTIONIST: State your name and business, outlander. GONZALES: Hi, I'm here for a nine-thirty meeting - Luis Gonzales, of the Public Corporate Society, senior vice-president - RECEPTIONIST: [checking computer] My deepest apologies, noble Lord Gonzales. As a newcomer to our realm, your likeness was not in the Database. Your forgiveness for this inconvenience, please. I will inform the Count of your arrival. [on phone] Your Excellency? The foreign lord from the Society has arrived. Of course, your Excellency. [hanging up phone] He will receive you shortly, sire. Please be seated. A middle-aged Caucasian man dressed in business attire exits the lift shortly afterwards. The reception staff and others in the lobby stand to attention. RECEPTIONIST: Attention! His Excellency, the Lord of Public Relations! WEST: [bowing deeply] Michael of house West, Lord of Public Relations, Count of GrubHub, at your service. Welcome, O esteemed and noble envoy Gonzales, to our Company. GONZALES: [bowing] A pleasure, Count… West. I look forward to a successful relationship between our Found - our organisations. WEST: Zoller & Sons is always willing to enter partnerships with companies of strength and honour, sire. You have been granted the privilege of an audience with His Majesty himself - please follow me. Both men enter the lifts and West swipes an access card for the 24th floor. WEST: I have read of your business in your emails and your website, but I have not heard of your Society in the annals of Wall Street or Bloomberg, which an officer of my position must read regularly, of course. GONZALES: The PCS provides corporate services for clients with… esoteric business models, non-mainstream interests and so on, such as yourselves. WEST: How do you mean? We are a great and eminent Company, but no different from the Warburgers or the Carlyles in our business. GONZALES: No, your - all this - nobility and kings, this makes your business unique, no? WEST: (laughs) How else to run a Company? I hope you are not referring to the strange ideas of Europe - we have very fine employees, but any fool can see they are not fit for self-management. You surely believe in the Market-anointed right of your own liege lord? GONZALES: Well, uh, we are a non-profit. WEST: Ah, you non-profiters, very - excuse me, we have arrived. The lift doors open and both men exit into a corridor, stopping outside a double-doored meeting room. Two guards in security attire with holstered firearms and wielding long security batons decorated with tassels are flanking the door, who stand to attention on approach. WEST: His Majesty will receive you shortly. I trust you have experience in courtly manners. GONZALES: I wouldn't want to cause any offence to His Majesty. Is there anything important I should know? Different kingdoms, different customs, you know. WEST: (sighs) Well, one cannot expect those without ancient lineage to… you must address His Majesty correctly, of course, speak only when prompted, avoid mention of your quarterly figures, pay respect to your own liege without insinuating any supremacy. You do bring tribute, I hope? Dr Gonzales opens his briefcase to show a bottle of red wine. WEST: Where did you get this? Where is it from? GONZALES: It's a Bordeaux red, not the most expensive, I admit, but a decent drop - WEST: Thank the Dow. I feared it was a Napa Valley - we had a skirmish with the vile Claytonites over one of the producers there this February - it would have been perceived as a grave insult. We shall both keep our heads, my friend. Come. He opens the doors to a large conference room with approximately 20 people in business attire present. SCP-4985-1 sits at the far end of the conference table. WEST: O most illustrious and noble King of Zoller, by the Grace of the Dow, beloved of the shareholders, I present to you the respected Lord Gonzales, a Senior V-P of the Public Corporate Society, who comes to pay respects to your royal person and our Kingdom. GONZALES: Greetings, your noble Majesty. My, uh, lord and master has sent me to establish relations with your organisation. SCP-4985-1: Normally I would have the Count here handle matters with a minor realm such as yours, but your audacity in seeking an audience intrigues me. We are one of the mightiest investment companies south of Wall Street, victors of a hundred mergers and acquisitions. Tell me, sir, what is to stop me from asset-stripping your little Company here and now, which does not even have a NASDAQ listing? GONZALES: Your Majesty, we are small, but we are more than you may assume - we have close relations with the United States government, and - Agitation amongst the courtiers. COURTIER: A Commission spy! Shouting of insults towards 'Federals' and 'regulators'. SCP-4985-1: Silence! A spy would not enter our front gates and announce himself so brazenly. Sir, you tread dangerous ground. We are no heretics here - we recognise the spiritual authority of Washington and pay our tithes - but now is a low ebb for temporal and spiritual relations. The poisonous words of Dodd and Frank have even caused rumours of schism. The last Commission visitors made outrageous demands, and it did not end well for them. GONZALES: You misunderstand, your Majesty. We have relations with the government, but have altogether a different mission. We would like to prevent your company from coming under too much scrutiny, from the government, the public, or otherwise. We know the FBI has taken an interest in your affairs - Angry shouting from the courtiers resumes; SCP-4985-1 holds up a hand to silence them. GONZALES: - and would like to, ah, divert some of this attention. SCP-4985-1: An intriguing proposal. I would discuss this with you further. All but the Duke Yankee Candle and Count GrubHub, leave us. <TRANSCRIPT ENDS> Addendum 4985-2: Over several negotiating sessions in the following month, an agreement was reached between SCP-4985 and the Foundation regarding Foundation concealment of their anomalous activity in exchange for partial cooperation. The Treaty of the Hamptons4 contains the following provisions; Establishment of a permanent Foundation embassy Non-interference of SCP-4985 in Foundation sub-contractor corporations Divestment of Foundation assets from CD&R Non-aggression between SCP-4985 and the Foundation Advance notice of SCP-4985 military actions or major financial decisions Although ceasing violent actions against other members of the US finance industry was a core Foundation negotiating goal, this was unsuccessful given the perception of SCP-4985 of this as a threat to its independence and prestige. This continues to be an area of containment interest, with a suggestion to revisit this area of negotiations in return for extracting further concessions from Foundation congressional contacts favourable to SCP-4985; this proposal is currently pending Ethics Committee review. Footnotes 1. Titles of noble rank are awarded based on the size of SCP-4985 investments, which are analogous to vassals. As one of the largest corporations wholly owned by SCP-4985, the PetSmart ducal title is one of the most prestigious. 2. The 'US Foods War', where CD&R prevented SCP-4985's acquisition of that corporation, which it continues to consider its rightful territory. 3. This is a significantly more laborious procedure than historic executions, as the Royal Executioner's ceremonial implement is a Dahle office paper guillotine. 4. Named after the place of its ratification, SCP-4985-1's 'summer palace'. |
SCP-4986 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-4986 The stamp that appears on all instances of SCP-4986-1 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4986-3-B is to be contained in a ten centimeter thick lead safe in Hazmat area B. The safe is not to be opened unless full radiation suits are worn. SCP-4986-3-B is never to be opened unless greater radiation resistant technology is created. View Archived Containment Procedures - Hide Archived Containment Procedures All instances of SCP-4986-1 are to be opened by Site 28 Hazmat Unit A and are to be inspected and decontaminated if necessary. All instances of SCP-4986-1 are to be read by Researcher Jordan Kyle and recorded separately for foundation use. All instances of SCP-4986-2 are not to be opened until a thorough X-ray and chemical inspection is conducted. All SCP-4986-2 instances are to be opened with a Scranton Reality Anchor in possession. Description: SCP-4986 is an unknown entity that goes by the name “a friend”. This entity is able to deliver letters directly to Researcher Jordan Kyle’s office at Site 28 without detection. The letters and packages are all written to Researcher Jordan but the written titles are unique to each letter. All letters from SCP-4986 are designated SCP-4986-1. SCP-4986-1 instances will always be a white envelope with a red stamp depicting George Washington. The envelope will always display the words “From a friend” on the front. Handwriting present on all instances of SCP-4986-1 vary significantly with no style appearing twice. Packages Received from SCP-4986 are designated SCP-4986-2. SCP-4986-2 will not appear in Researcher Jordan’s office rather inside of the Site 28 employee parking garage. SCP-4986-2 instances will always have “From a Friend” written on one side. + Monday, the 13th of April, 2003 - Monday, the 13th of April, 2003 15:00 While going through email and paperwork, Researcher Jordan Kyle noticed a letter titled “From a Friend”. Researcher Jordan was surprised by the rarity of the stamp used1 and put the envelope into his drawer. The letter reads as follows: Dear Mr. Jordan Kyle, I am so glad that I’ve been able to get in touch with you! I feel that it’s been so long since we’ve had a chat. Congrats on the promotion! I always thought of you as a big city big shot instead of a country bumpkin, you really got that “I don’t care how other people feel I’m gonna get this done,” persona. I’m so glad you are finally around people like yourself. Anyways, I’d really like to meet in person, just send me a note of when you’re available. You don’t have to worry about my schedule, I’ve got plenty of time to myself as of recent. With much love, A Friend ps. Did you see the stamp? I thought it would be a great addition to your collection. No return address was included with the envelope. Researcher Jordan recognized the odd nature of the note and sent a report to site command who requested a transcript of the letter and told Researcher Jordan to report any developments immediately. + Tuesday, the 14th of April, 2003 - Tuesday, the 14th of April, 2003 8:15 Researcher Jordan Kyle enters his office to find a note similar to the one found on the previous day with the same stamp and same wording on the front: “From a Friend”. No return address was written on the front nor was a delivery address. The envelope contained two items, one note and one prepaid return envelope. The return envelope was filled out completely stating the return address was “To your friend.” The note read as follows: Dear Dr. Jordan K. Friend! I am so sorry to be berating you with letters like this but it seems that I forgot to give you a way to reach me. I was just so excited to write to you that it must have slipped my mind that you would not be able to respond. I’ve included a return envelope this time so you’ll be able to get back to me. Again, I’d love to be able to meet up, just give me a time your free and a place to meet and I’ll be there. There is much we need to discuss. Signed, A Friend Researcher Jordan proceeded to type a transcript of the note and sent it to Site 28 command. Researcher Jordan was tasked with meeting SCP-4986 on Saturday, the 19th of April and was promised that a recovery team would also be dispatched to the meeting and was provided with proper recording equipment. Researcher Jordan was told to write back in a friendly manner. The response letter reads as follows: Dear A Friend, Hello, it would please me greatly to meet you this Saturday at ██████’s bar in Soho, New York around 8:30 pm when I get off work. I am anxious to meet you and am very excited for our conversation. Best Regards, Jordan G. Kyle The return envelope, equipped with a tracker, was placed in a local mailbox. The tracking device is noted to have lost signal within 15 minutes of the return envelope being placed inside the mailbox due to a sharp and sudden movement. When field agents G█████ and D█████ went to recover the envelope they were unable to locate it. + Saturday, the 19th of April, 2003 - Saturday, the 19th of April, 2003 16:30 Researcher Jordan Kyle entered ██████’s bar and sat down at a vacant table. Covert recovery agents enter the bar five minutes later and sit at a distant table. Researcher Jordan orders food and a drink as do the recovery team. Researcher Jordan and the recovery team wait approximately two and a half hours before leaving ██████’s bar. SCP-4986 or anything related to it are not seen entering or leaving ██████’s bar. Upon return to Site 28, a small cardboard box with the writing: “From a Friend” written in sloppy mixed case lettering was found in the middle of the employee parking garage. The contents of the box included a small cake which appeared to be made out of chocolate and a small note. The note reads as follows: Dear Jordan, Very sorry I couldn’t make it today, I got a bit lost. Ever since we last met I’ve been sort of… stagnant. Anyways, I brought you this cake, maybe you can share it with your “bar buddies”. I hope it makes up for my absence. - A Friend The cake was taken to the Site 28 secure quarantine area and was inspected by Site 28 Hazmat Unit A. Test Log Operators: Site 28 Hazmat Unit A (Agents C-Mike and Coles) [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Jordan enters the Site 28 quarantine area with the cake. Researcher Jordan: I need this thing inspected for anything anomalous. Direct order from site command. C-Mike: This thing? You know what you’re holding right? Researcher Jordan: Think you can handle it? Coles: Should be a piece of cake. Researcher Jordan: Funny. Researcher Jordan exits the quarantine area. Coles: Nice guy. C-Mike: Did you expect anything else? These eggheads have as much sense of humor as a brick wall. Coles: Ok, whatever. How do you think this thing is gonna try to kill us? C-Mike: No clue. Just don’t eat any of it. Coles: Looks like a chocolate cake… yeah… sensor says chocolate. Maybe put it through the x-ray? C-Mike: Nothing metal… we still got that reality anchor thingy? Coles: Yeah. C-Mike: Good. I’m gonna cut out a slice. Agent C-Mike proceeds to use a kitchen knife to make an incision into the cake. The cake slices normally, showing no anomalous property. C-Mike: Is this some kind of joke? Coles: What? C-Mike: It’s just a normal fucking cake. Get that egghead back in here. Coles exits the room and retrieves Researcher Jordan Kyle from his office. Researcher Jordan: I’m sorry for the inconvenience, gentlemen. If you’d like you co-… What the hell is that? Researcher Jordan points to the cake as it begins to expand. A rat claws its way out of the top of the cake and is followed by many more. C-Mike: Holy shit! Coles! Coles: Yeah? C-Mike: The reality anchor! Fucking use it! Agent Coles turns on the Scranton Reality Anchor and throws it at the cake, which flattens almost instantly. The rats which had already exited the cake began to eat it, devouring it in under ten seconds. No rats were terminated because of the Anchor’s activation, but no more rats protruded from the cake. A total of ██ rats were counted as exiting the cake. Researcher Jordan: That was… unexpected. I’ll get the box. Researcher Jordan exits the room and returns with the cardboard box that originally contained the cake. C-Mike: Looks like your “Friend” isn’t too happy with you. Researcher Jordan: Probably not. I will take the test log transcript if you have it. Coles: Oh, uh, we can take care of that. Gives us something to do you know? Researcher Jordan: Very well. Sorry for the inconvenience, gentlemen. Good day. [END LOG] No return envelope was included with the package; therefore, no contact could be made with SCP-4986. + Wednesday, the 23rd of April, 2003 - Wednesday, the 23rd of April, 2003 6:00 An envelope with standard SCP-4986 decoration appeared at the entrance to Researcher Jordan Kyle’s office, sliding underneath the door. Researcher Jordan went to check who had placed the letter there but noone was seen outside in the hallway. Hallway security footage shows a small skip in recorded time when the letter was delivered (approximately thirty seconds). The note left read as follows: To Jordan K the Rat I am displeased that you brought a recovery team with you for our meeting. I only want to speak with you. Your friends have not affected me in any way. I am not one to be recorded. I am not one to be filmed. I am trying to speak with you. As always, A Friend Researcher Jordan sent this letter to Site 28 command directly expressing concern over his own safety and the safety of his significant other. Site Command issued Covert Task Force █████ to protect Researcher Jordan’s home and family. + Thursday, the 24th of April, 2003 - Thursday, the 24th of April, 2003 22:03 Researcher Jordan finds a letter underneath his desk. This letter does not have a stamp but reads “With Concern, From a Friend” on the front. The letter reads as follows: Jordan Our letters are meant to be private. You absolute concussion of a man. With concern from A Friend A return envelope was included within the note. Before Researcher Jordan could write a return letter, he collapsed. A medical team stationed nearby were able to help Researcher Jordan into a stable state. The cause of Researcher Jordan’s state was determined to be a relatively weak poison that destroyed itself within twenty seconds of taking effect. Researcher Jordan reported a slight distortion of his vision that faded within the hour. 23:32 Researcher Jordan returned to his office and wrote a return letter. He then exited Site 28 and dropped off the letter in a nearby mailbox on his way home. The letter’s contents were not recorded. + Friday, the 25th of April, 2003 - Friday, the 25th of April, 2003 9:00 An instance of SCP-4986-1 is stapled to the front door of Researcher Jordan’s Office. The letter reads as follows: Jordan Kyle the tyrant. I acknowledge the fact that you are a very busy man. That you feel that what you are doing is helpful. What you have done however, is more akin to that of a state funded psychopath. I’ve left you a present. Something to give you a glimpse of what you’ve done to me. With Love, A Friend 9:30 Researcher Jordan sends a transcript of the note to Site 28 command. Researcher Jordan is notified of a large container appearance in the employee parking garage. The container has “From a Friend” written on the side with black paint. Upon Researcher Jordan’s approach to the container frantic screaming could be heard from within. The container was briefly moved to the Site 28 secure quarantine area. Test Log shown below. Test Log Operators: Site 28 Hazmat Unit A (Agents C-Mike and Coles) [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Jordan enters the Site 28 secure quarantine area carrying the container on a hand truck. Researcher Jordan: Get this thing open now! C-Mike: Whoa whoa hold on! What the fuck is it? Researcher Jordan: Does it matter? My fucking wife is in there! C-Mike: Okay, how do you know that that’s your wife? Researcher Jordan: It sounds like her! She started screaming right as I went up to the box! C-Mike: Okay. Step away from the box. Researcher Jordan moves away from the box. The screaming stops. C-Mike: Coles you still got that Scranton reality anchor? Coles: Yeah, right here. C-Mike: Good. I’m gonna open this bitch up. Agent C-Mike uses a crowbar to open the container. C-Mike: Well would you look at that. Coles: What’s up? C-Mike: Empty. Okay researcher man, step right up. Coles be ready. Researcher Jordan approaches the container. No anomalous activity is recorded. C-Mike: We may have broken it. Coles: Or broken it out. C-Mike: Notify Site Command. Someone’s gotta check this out before we leave. Coles: Will do. [END LOG] Site Command issued a team dedicated to detecting anomalous behavior. No anomalous behavior was recorded. Guards stationed at Researcher Jordan's residency reported not being able to locate Researcher Jordan's significant other during their routine patrol around. No sign of breaking and entering was discovered. + Sunday, the 27th of April, 2003 - Sunday, the 27th of April, 2003 15:00 Researcher Jordan Kyle is reported to be leaving his office and leaving a note at the door. The note left reads as follows: [RESEARCHER JORDAN WILL NOT BE AVAILABLE TODAY] I have gone to meet SCP-4986. It seems that the only way I will be able to come into contact with SCP-4986 is to have no backup or safeguards. I’ve brought a standard issue firearm and a tape recorder. I will hopefully be able to gather useful information about ways to possibly contain SCP-4986. This thing has caused too much damage for me to sit idly by and wait for it to contain itself. I know that I’m putting myself at risk but I feel that I would not be doing my job if I couldn’t put myself at risk. Wish me luck, Researcher Jordan Kyle. Researcher Jordan leaves Site 28 at approximately 15:25 heading south. No further tracking was successful. Researcher Jordan was never recorded to return to either his residency or to Site 28. Researcher Jordan was pronounced missing after 3 days with no return. A search team was dispatched to find Researcher Jordan. + Wednesday, the 14th of May, 2003 - Wednesday, the 14th of May, 2003 22:00 A letter is found in Researcher Jordan’s office emitting a small amount of radiation. Agents C-Mike and Coles were dispatched to inspect the letter. The letter itself was a blank white envelope with no writing or postage. The letter (designated SCP-4986-3-A) emitted a radiation of 15 mSv2. The letter was heavier than that of any SCP-4986-1 instances recorded before. X-ray scans showed that the envelope contained a cassette tape and a note. Upon opening the envelope, radiation levels jump to 100 mSv3. The note reads as follows: Dear whoever the hell still cares about the peasant known as Jordan G. Kyle Your friend disappoints me. He’s been with your foundation what, ten years? And he thinks he can stop me with a handgun? Pathetic. Don’t expect anything more from me. I don’t have the respect to pay for the postage. Have fun with my gift. It’s the only thing your friend could record. - A Friend The cassette tape included was both slightly burned and warped. Once repaired to the best extent, the tape could be played on a standard cassette player. The cassette seems to be pure static with faint screaming in the background. At around two minutes and thirty seven seconds a harsh tone is heard before the tape is cut off. Researcher Jordan is presumed dead and all search teams are called off. + Sunday, the 3rd of August, 2003 - Sunday, the 3rd of August, 2003 14:00 Hazmat Unit A is dispatched to Researcher Jordan Kyle’s office after the researcher currently stationed in that office died of radiation poisoning. A search of the office is conducted and a thick envelope is discovered in the bottom drawer of the desk emitting radiation levels of 10348 mSv4. The envelope (designated SCP-4986-3-B) had the message “To my friends” written on the front. SCP-4986-3-B is taken to the Site 28 quarantine area and inspected. Due to the high radiation no precise data could be discovered about SCP-4986-3-B. Both agent C-Mike and Coles refused to open SCP-4986-3-B stating “These suits can barely save us from this radiation. There’s no way they can help us once we open this thing. Make the D-Class do it.” SCP-4986-3-B was deemed too unsafe to open inside of Site 28 and was transferred off Site in a ten centimeter thick lead safe to a remote location designated Hazmat Area B. No further testing was permitted. No further contact with SCP-4986 has been made. SCP-4986 is deemed Neutralized as of January 10th 2004. Footnotes 1. 1847 issue George Washington, valued at around $5,000 2. About that of a CT scan. 3. Enough to cause cancer in the long term. 4. Enough to induce internal bleeding and cause death. |
SCP-4987 | safe | Motion of North Magnetic Pole over time Item #: SCP-4987 Special Containment Procedures: No active containment is to be made at this time. The song "Stand" by R.E.M. is not to be expunged from the record as it is not a memetic hazard. The position of the North Magnetic Pole is to be closely monitored. In the case that the world population approaches P4987 then Operation Mindful Sustainability is to be carried out. Description: SCP-4987 is a phenomenon by which positional alignment of sufficient neural matter couples with the Earth's magnetic field, instigating a multibody depolarization cascade. This effect requires sufficient individuals with high brain-to-body ratios and amounts of grey matter. Due to the number of individuals required, it is believed that SCP-4987 is not possible at this time. Tests have shown that humans and cetaceans are the only animals capable of generating sufficient neural matter to trigger this effect. However, cetacean populations are low and there is a lack of coordination between pods. As a result, even migratory patterns are not sufficient to activate SCP-4987 via a cetacean-only vector, although its effect can be measured during the month of March. Current monitoring efforts involve tracking human and cetacean populations. The number P4987 has been calculated to be the minimum number of aligned humans and cetaceans necessary to cause SCP-4987. Present population levels are below this value, but it is expected to be exceeded by 20██. Despite not yet reaching this number, effects on the North Magnetic Pole have been observed, starting on January 9, 1988. On this date, the American rock band R.E.M. released their single "Stand," which entered high rotation on mainstream radio and continues to receive airplay on "college rock" stations. The opening lyric of the song suggests to the listener to stand and face north. The song displays no anomalous memetic properties, but the request for the seemingly innocuous action of facing north has been carried out with more frequency than would be done otherwise. Furthermore, advancements in communication have allowed larger numbers of people to coordinate facing north simultaneously. As a result of the SCP-4987 phenomenon, the position of the North Magnetic Pole has become increasingly unstable. Should P4987 humans and cetaceans face north simultaneously, SCP-4987 will occur, causing a multibody depolarization cascade, resulting in the immediate reversal of the Earth's magnetic field, along with neural shutdown, causing all north-facing individuals to enter a coma. To prevent this, Operation Mindful Sustainability has been developed to responsibly cull populations to stay below P4987 at all times. |
SCP-4988 | keter | close Info X Article: SCP-4988 (Outsourced Customer Service Contact Center Solutions by Avelar Professional Products, Inc.) Authors: plaguebearer does not match any existing user name Uncle Nicolini Thanks to: Roget, Kakroom does not match any existing user name, and Petrocchi does not match any existing user name RSI, Inc's manufacturing plant. Item #: SCP-4988 Special Containment Procedures: The building in which SCP-4988 is located has been purchased and seized by the Foundation. A field research station has been set up within the building, and four redundant emergency power generators have been installed to ensure SCP-4988 does not suffer adverse effects from the common electrical outages in the area. Due to the immense financial burden of overhauling Restwynn Security Installations' marketing campaigns and the widespread dosage of amnestics required to erase all public records of SCP-4988, the Foundation has instead opted to allow the anomaly to remain operational; Sheppard Security, a Foundation front company, will slowly begin operating as a lower-priced competitor to Restwynn Security Installations. Business models project Sheppard Security overwhelming Restwynn by 20██.1 SCP-4988-1 and SCP-4988-2 are stored in a Foundation-seized property in Kolkata, India. Description: SCP-4988 is a sales/customer service hotline for the company 'Restwynn Security Installations' (RSI, Inc). SCP-4988 may be contacted by dialing '1-800-QUICKSEC'. Upon contacting SCP-4988, a voice with a Hindi accent (belonging to SCP-4988-1) will greet the subject and offer options, which are listed below. Number Key Option Notes 2 Scheduling SCP-4988-1 will begin conversing with the subject, and help them arrange a time for installment. (For more information see Addendum 2) 3 Product Information SCP-4988-1 will provide detailed information on RSI's services concurrent with available information on the company's website. 4 Estimates SCP-4988-1 will inquire upon the extent of the subject's needs and provide an estimation of fees. 5 Complaints SCP-4988-1 will inquire upon the nature of the complaint and will offer varying amounts of compensation and apologies. Additionally, SCP-4988-1 will provide callers with RSI's Legal Department's information should the need arise. 6 Repeat Options SCP-4988-1 will repeat all options available. SCP-4988-1 is an androgynous human of Indian descent placed in suspended animation. The entity floats within a tank of an unknown, turquoise liquid and has various tubes inserted into its ears, mouth, nostrils and anal cavity. The tubes inserted to the entity's anal cavity and mouth lead to two tanks in the North East corner of the building; both of which are labeled 'waste' and 'Class B Nutritional Replacement' respectively. Both tanks have an Avelar Professional Products (hereafter shortened to APP) Incorporated stamp below the text. A metal headpiece with multiple wires connecting to SCP-4988-2 is fastened to the entity's head, under which their brain is visible. Though the entity is capable of complex communication through the hotline, it has not been recorded to stray outside of using typical sales and customer service verbiage and tone. SCP-4988-1 has been identified as Prafula Basu, who was reported missing in Barasat, India in 2016. SCP-4988-2 is an APP, Inc. branded computer with a built-in modem, which is currently locked with a thumbprint key. As previously mentioned, SCP-4988-1 is connected to SCP-4988-2 by means of a headpiece attached to the entity's cranium. It is currently believed that SCP-4988-2 houses the memories and personality of SCP-4988-1, as well as basic information on Restwynn Security Installations similar to a non-anomalous customer service representative. During an early stress test of the object's capability, the Foundation utilized 300 simulated phones to contact SCP-4988-2, which did not affect its performance. No attempts to open or otherwise tamper with SCP-4988-2's components are permissible due to the unknown effect it may have on SCP-4988-1. Attempts to duplicate the thumbprint capable of unlocking the anomaly have resulted in failure. Due to concerns regarding SCP-4988-1's safety, proposals to hack SCP-4988-2 have been denied by the Ethics Committee. Addendum 1: Interview with Michael Harris A team of Foundation Field Agents was dispatched to determine the level of knowledge Restwynn Security Installations possessed on SCP-4988 and the anomalous actions it uses to fufill requests. Three agents tracked and interviewed Michael Harris, while the fourth, posing as janitorial staff, infiltrated the company's headquarters in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. ▼ Show Interview ▲ Hide Interview Interview Log 8/10/20██ Interviewed: Michael Harris, COO of Restwynn Security Installations Interviewer: Researcher Pines Foreword: Restwynn Security Installations is the largest professional security camera installer in the American Midwest, with additional locations northwards in Ontario and Manitoba. Agents arranged an interview with the subject at a local coffee shop. <Begin Log> Pines: Hello, Mr. Harris. Please sit down, I have a few questions I would like to ask you. Harris: What's with the fancy outfit? Jesus, are you with the government? I've got enough trouble already without having to deal with some more tax crap… Pines: With all due respect, Mr. Harris, the sooner we can get this over with the sooner you'll be back on your lunch break. I would apologize for your suit, but you clearly care more about mine than yours. (In reference to Harris' coffee-stained suit) Harris: Okay… (Harris regains his demeanor and sits down.) Apologies. Pines: What can you tell me about your current customer service contract? Harris: Is this what this is about? Look, it was getting expensive to keep our in-house staff going, especially right now. We just opened a couple locations up in Canada and they aren't doing so well. Pines: So, correct me if I am wrong, you outsourced your customer service? Harris: That is correct, yes. Some guy approached me and offered 24/7 customer service for almost half of what the company was paying before. Forgive the cliche, but it was an offer I couldn't refuse. Pines: I see. What do you know about the conditions of your current customer service team? Harris: I think it's somewhere in India. Truth be told I never bothered looking into it much, but the staff they have there seems to be doing a pretty good job at doing things. From what I was told, it looks like they've got it pretty good compared to most. Catering, lax dress code… Why is this important, uh, sir? Pines: I can't get into specifics. Tell me more about the individual who approached you with this offer. Harris: I… Well, he was very well dressed. The suit he wore looked absurdly expensive… I can't remember the company he represented… I think it started with an A… (Both are silent for 10 seconds) Harris: The acronym was 'APP'. That's all I remember. Pines: Can you tell me anything about the details of the contract? Harris: I can't really remember much. I had all the company's policies, sales numbers, estimate formulas, all the bells and whistles lined up in a lengthy series of emails. When policies change or things like that happen I send another. Pines: To whom do you send these emails? The APP representative? Harris: No, I send them directly to the customer service team lead; Sorry, but I forgot her name. Pines: Very well. Thank you for your time. <End Log> Closing Statement: Harris was subtly administered Class B Amnestics and released. Agent Roberts infiltrated Harris' office within the RSI corporate building during the interview and secured a copy of the contract and financial information between both parties. APP Inc's financial institution appears to be located in Switzerland. Investigations into the financials of the company have been temporarily placed on hold. Addendum 2: SCP-4988-1 Communication Attempts Addendum 2 All communication attempts with SCP-4988-1 have been attempted through the 'Scheduling' option, as it provides the least static replies. ▼ Show Communication Attempts Log ▲ Hide Logs Note: Dr. Ebear was advised not to address SCP-4988-1 by its designation and instead use its chosen name. Additionally, Dr. Ebear was advised to attempt to keep a degree of normalcy. Test 1 Caller: Dr. Ebear SCP-4988-1: Okay, very good! Are you a new or returning customer? Dr. Ebear: Uh, new? SCP-4988-1: Okay! What is your location, ma'am? Dr. Ebear: Actually, I wanted to ask you something. SCP-4988-1: That is no problem, ma'am. Are you requiring information about our products or an estimate? Dr. Ebear: No, I wanted to ask about you. What is your name? SCP-4988-1: My name is Prafula, now how may I have your location? Dr. Ebear: Prafula? What is your last name? SCP-4988-1: Ma'am, please, I am trying to get your installation set up as swiftly as possible so you may return your day. Dr. Ebear: Where are you located? SCP-4988-1: Ma'am, I am trying to inquire that information from you. Dr. Ebear: Prafula, do you know where you are? SCP-4988-1: Ma'am, I apologize but I must terminate this call as you are incurring hold times for other customers. Should you decide when you want your installation done, please give us a callback, okay? Bye-bye! <Call was disconnected.> Test 2 Caller: Dr. Ebear SCP-4988-1: Okay, very good! Are you a new or returning customer? Dr. Ebear: Returning. SCP-4988-1: Okay! What is your location, ma'am? Dr. Ebear: [DATA EXPUNGED] (Dr. Ebear provided SCP-4988-1 with the address to Superior Canned Produce, a Foundation front company in Wausau, WI.) SCP-4988-1: Ma'am, I regret to inform you that I am not able to schedule anything for you at that location. Dr. Ebear: What? Why is that? SCP-4988-1: I cannot say, ma'am. Dr. Ebear: I'm afraid I don't understand why. SCP-4988-1: Sorry, ma'am, but I will be releasing this call now to accommodate other customers. <SCP-4988-1 disconnects.> Note: The Wausau RSI facility was contacted via walk-in by Field Agent Hart following the call. An installation was successfully scheduled despite SCP-4988-1 claiming it not to be possible. Test 3 Caller: Dr. Ebear SCP-4988-1: Okay, very good! I'm pretty sure you're a returning customer, is that right? Dr. Ebear: Yes, this is not my first time calling. SCP-4988-1: (Laughing) I thought I recognized your voice! Dr. Ebear: Oh, okay. Is it possible for me to schedule an installation of security cameras somewhere else? SCP-4988-1: Absolutely, ma'am. Dr. Ebear: Alrighty, I would like to install them at [DATA EXPUNGED] (Dr. Ebear provided SCP-4988-1 with her home address in Racine, WI.) SCP-4988-1: Okay, let me see what I can do. Dr. Ebear: Why is it that you can schedule a set-up for this address but not the one I gave the other day? SCP-4988-1: Sorry, ma'am, I'm afraid I cannot provide you with an adequate answer. Dr. Ebear: That's fine, thank you, Prafula. SCP-4988-1: May we move on to your desired date, ma'am? <Exchange continues for 8 more minutes. Unnecessary dialogue has been redacted.> <END LOG> Note: RSI employees arrived at the time and location specified to SCP-4988-1. The installation was carried out without incident. Following extensive testing, the security video feed was found not to be monitored by an outside source by Foundation safety specialists. Test 4 Caller: Dr. Ebear SCP-4988-1: Okay, very good! I think I recognize your voice, is this Ms. Ebear? Dr. Ebear: Yes, hello, Prafula. SCP-4988-1: Are you looking to schedule another installation? Dr. Ebear: I was hoping I could ask you some questions. SCP-4988-1: I'd be happy to help with your security installation needs, Ms. Ebear. Dr. Ebear: Actually, I wanted to ask you something. Are you feeling well? SCP-4988-1: Ms. Ebear, I do not understand. May we get back to discussing the scheduling of your installation? Dr. Ebear: Prafula, your body is mangled inside of a suspended animation tank. Your brain is hooked up to a computer in a warehouse. Do you know anything about this? <SCP-4988-1 begins speaking in a loud, heavy monotone> SCP-4988-1: Ma'am, I am forced to disconnect this call as you are not being professional. <SCP-4988-1 disconnects.> Note: Dr. Ebear was ordered to address SCP-4988-1's anomalous nature. During the silence between both parties, SCP-4988-2 emitted a loud beep and SCP-4988-1 was observed to become physically tense as if in pain for the duration of the beep. Testing of SCP-4988-1 is indefinitely suspended. Addendum 3 : Additional Information discovered 1/12/20██ On 1/12/20██, Researcher Pines suffered a home computer malfunction. When calling the service hotline for Forbnl, the manufacturer, Pines observed that the representative had a voice similar to SCP-4988-1. Following a short test on-site, the representative for Forbnl vocally confirmed itself to be Prafula Basu. However, during this test neither SCP-4988-1 or -2 were active. As of 1/20/20██, SCP-4988 has been reclassified as Keter. Research into possible duplicates of SCP-4988-1 is ongoing. Footnotes 1. Should Sheppard Security successfully drive Restwynn Security out of business, SCP-4988 will lose its Keter classification. |
SCP-4989 | neutralized | There have to be more bodies for the wall. close Info X SCP-4989: The Siege of Site 89 Author: Tufto. More of their work can be found here. Image: Can be found here, under a CC license. The picture has been extensively cropped by the author. BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 4/4989 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 4989 Item #: SCP-4989 Level 4/4989 Classified Photograph found on the body of an SCP-4989-A instance, believed to show the approach to Site 89. Special Containment Procedures: Following the events of Incident 4989-911, SCP-4989 is believed to be Neutralised. However, previous containment measures must remain in place: A Foundation task force is still to monitor communications channels for any SCP-4989 incidents among the general public. All Foundation personnel are to remain on a heightened level of alertness and combat readiness, especially those in active combat roles, in case of an SCP-4989 incident targeting them. Should an SCP-4989 incident occur in the vicinity of any Foundation personnel, they are to remove themselves from the vicinity as soon as possible. On no account allow any SCP-4989-A instances to make physical contact with you. If you survive an SCP-4989 incident, please file a report with Director Simon Kells Director Mary Mackenzie, Project Lead on SCP-4989. Description: SCP-4989 refers to a series of anomalous events. These events consist of the sudden manifestation of multiple humanoids (hereafter referred to as SCP-4989-A instances) in the vicinity of a particular individual or individuals. SCP-4989-A instances will then attempt to make physical contact with their target(s), and if they are successful will demanifest, taking their target(s) with them. SCP-4989-A entities all wear identical uniforms, emblazoned with the logo of the SCP Foundation. These uniforms appear to be designed for cold weather usage, and prevent any outside observers from seeing the entity beneath. As SCP-4989-A instances are able to demanifest at will, and appear to automatically demanifest upon suffering serious or fatal injury, no detailed observations or interrogrations have been made to date. Approximately 79% of SCP-4989 events over the past 3 decades have targeted Foundation personnel, all of whom operated principally in combat-orientated roles. A further 16% of events have targeted members of the ORIA, 3% have targeted members of other GoIs, and 2% have targeted individuals with links to national militaries. No other trends have been noted in SCP-4989 events. SCP-4989 events have been recorded as far back as 476 CE; a total of 909 events are known to have taken place, although the real figure is estimated to be much higher. Sharp increases in the number of events can be seen after the advent of firearms and following the establishment of the Foundation and the ORIA. Addendum 1: Please note that due to the retirement of Dr. Mary Mackenzie, Dr. Simon Kells has temporarily taken over as Project Manager for SCP-4989. Due to Dr. Kells' impending [REDACTED] and his involvement with the design of the planned Site 89, a replacement is expected to be found by 24/12/2018. Addendum 2: The following is a list of particularly notable SCP-4989 incidents. +OPEN FILE -CLOSE FILE Designation Date and Location Individual(s) abducted Notes Incident 4989-1 c. 476, Rome Several former members of the Emperor's personal guard First recorded SCP-4989 event; the Continuation Chronicle of Gregory describes men in black clothes with the letters "SCP" emblazoned on their arms shortly after the time of Romulus Augustulus's deposition. Incident 4989-5 c. 860s, Sistan Several ayyārān, an early form of Islamic holy warrior who made up the backbone of the Saffarid state The Tarikh-e Yaqub reports that a punitive expedition against the Zunists of Afghanistan was prevented by an SCP-4989 event, featuring several men dressed head-to-toe in black and with "words in the Frankish script" emblazoned on their arms. The author, Rashid ibn Yahya al-Tamimi, noted their discussion of a "Red Shah". Incident 4989-24 1366, Suzhou Several gunnery experts in the Yuan army These events were widely observed at the time; it has taken an extremely significant effort to suppress documents related to this event, and remains by far the most problematic SCP-4989 event to fully contain. Incident 4989-25 c. 1440s, Mayapan Several members of Mayapan's royal house, along with multiple Mayan warriors Instance recorded entirely through a later Mayan codex; attached pictures are the earliest known visualisations of SCP-4989. This event apparently hastening the city's decline as the cultural and political capital of the later Maya civilisation, a rare example of a major impact occuring as a result of an SCP-4989 event. Incident 4989-89 1824, "London to Norwich Road" The entirety of O5-4's personal guard. First event targeting Foundation members recorded, in the year of the Foundation's establishment. Noteable for deliberately not targeting O5-4, who later reported that they apologised to him and stated simply that they "needed more bodies for the wall". Incident 4989-211 1929, Tehran Six members of the original ORIA taskforce First event targeting ORIA personnel. Witnesses reported conversation in Persian taking place betwen the SCP-4989-A instances. Incident 4989-537 1979, Armenian countryside All combatants in an ORIA-Foundation skirmish. This caused a significant de-escalation of hostilities between the Foundation and the ORIA for a number of years, as the abrupt loss of contact with the taskforces involved led both sides to believe that the other possessed an especially destructive and silent weapon. Security camera footage revealed this to be an SCP-4989 event in 1987; the information was shared with the ORIA for the purposes of mutual containment. Incident 4989-842 2006, Minnesota Two members of O5-4's guard team. This occurred during a major containment breach; an SCP-4989-A instance was heard to shout that they "were in the wrong time" shortly before their demanifestation. Addendum 3: On 09/07/2018, an SCP-4989-A instance abruptly manifested outside the office of Dr. Kells. This instance had been fatally wounded with a gunshot to the chest. Unlike all other SCP-4989-A instances to date, it did not demanifest upon death. An autopsy revealed it to be an ordinary human female; analysis of teeth and DNA revealed that she had grown up in West Africa at some point in the 13th century. Within the pockets of the instance's suit was an unknown electronic apparatus (which had been damaged irreparably by the gunshot) a photograph of the location of the planned Site 89 (see above) as well as three documents bearing an unknown Foundation letterhead. Their contents have been logged below. +Document 1 -Document 1 A NOTICE TO ALL FOUNDATION PERSONNEL 09/12/2084 Hail to you all. Due to the recent fall of the Hong Kong and the Continuation GOC, the Alliance's communications network has been irreparably compromised by the Other's forces. As a result, the use of all electronic devices for any communications purposes is ordered to immediately cease; communication must revert back to physical forms such as printed paper. Some of you have expressed concerns over the feasibility, under this new system, of contacting our sites in Western Europe and the Americas, as well our Imperial allies. These individuals should remember that as long as we control the skies, we still have control of the means of communication. Letters to other Foundation sites and to the Empire should be sent through the proper channels; no exception or tolerance will be permitted for alternative methods. We Shall Prevail. -The Administrator. +Document 2 -Document 2 A MESSAGE TO THE OVERSEER'S COUNCIL, DATED 20/04/2085 Hail to you all. I know some of you are concerned with the recent events at Site 89. Be rest assured that there is no possibility of the Shah's forces taking the sites. Aside from upgrades to the Sharding Cannon implemented by Captain Afsaneh, the mirage continues to hold steady and the walls have not yet been breached. Events are continuing to go as well as expected. I have been made aware of objections to the continued presence of the Apparatus at Site 89. Even if there was the slightest possibility of the Shah breaching that facility, I would remind you that we are still unable to break the protections left on it when the Horde buried it there, and thus cannot move it. I am perfectly aware of the catastrophe that would ensue if it was taken, but we simply have no other option, even if there was a more secure Site in existence, or any way remaining to safely transport it. Tend to Europe and America, and leave Site 89 to me. We are the last facility capable of turning the tide in this war, and I intend to see that done. Focus on the continued military conversion, and on preventing the Shah or the True GOC from crossing the Rhine and the Rockies. The True GOC's increasing dominance of the skies has led me to entrust this to Lieutenant Inari, in whom I have more faith in than anyone to deliver this safely. Please order her return immediately upon receipt of this message; I do not want her away from Site 89 for too long. This siege requires a constant supply of good men, and I can't afford to lose anyone. We Shall Prevail. -The Administrator. +Document 3 -Document 3 Dear Martha, It's been too long since I last saw you! I am so sorry I was not able to get there at the Trail's start, but I hope you managed to get to the north safely. I know, more than anyone, how hard it is to get away from the Foundation these days, but if anyone can do it then it's the Hand. The Library is probably the only safe place left where none of them can get their claws into you. I have some news, but you must not tell a soul, in case the Administrator finds out: I should be with you soon! I won't tell you how- too much stuff that could be deadly if this falls into the wrong hands- but it's almost bizarre that nobody's thought of this way before. I feel bad about leaving the Foundation like this, but I've got to get out somehow. I don't know how much longer I'll laugh, and expecting others to care is a luxury in this place. You might wonder why I don't just go home, when I tell you how I'm getting out. I do miss it. But things are more complicated than that. The stuff they put in my head changed the way I think- made me modern, made me unable to be what I once was. I can't go back to that world any more, and I can't see what it's like today- it's all been burnt in the war. And besides, I can hardly go without my dearest friend! It would be horrible to be permanently parted from you. There's so much to update you on. I visited the Turkmen front recently- did you know it used to be called the ORIA instead of the ERIA? The Organisation for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts, rather than the Empire. You learn so much doing this, it's almost enough to make me want to stay. Studying the history of all these places is so necessary and so fascinating. And I made a new friend- a child in the hunger camps. I can't take him with me, sadly, but he's such a pleasant child. He made me a straw doll- God alone knows where get got the materials. I know a letter like this is foolish, and unnecessary, and I can hear you berating me. But I need to get this stuff out. I still feel guilty, I really do, for leaving the Administrator. He needs us all, I know. There have to be more bodies for the wall, but 89's worse than ever. It's just frost, smoke and ice, all billowing upwards, and the weapons… there are still humans in the Shah's army, but they keep bombarding them with the worst of sins. The cannon that warp reality, the mirage that drives them mad, and those terrible iron walls, streaming blood from the constant fighting. They rise, up and up forever, only breaking for more weaponary to poke through. I don't know how much of the world's coal supply is stored beneath it, but it seems to keep going on forever. I've enclosed a photograph of what the mirage looks like nowadays. It's quite ingenious- you can't even tell that there's anything there at all. They all know, of course, but by the time they've bypassed the deception alchemy they're too mad to put up too much of a fight. It's the only thing that's stopped us being completely overwhelmed by numbers, but it's not enough. I don't think this siege will ever end. I'm going to be sending this from London, and I hope it manages to reach you. I'm being sent to deliver a note to the O5s, so I'll try to disappear there. With luck, I should be at the Library in a month or two. I hope it's not too crowded there. I hope you're OK. I hope a lot of things. I wish I could stay, I know what I'm doing is wrong, but I just can't stay on like this without losing everything. It's necessary, but I can't live as just another body. I'm thinking of you. Inari. Following this incident, Dr. Kells took the decision to cancel the planned construction of Site 89 and to forbid any further use of Item-89939, in an attempt to prevent further SCP-4989 manifestations. Addendum 4: On 23/12/2018, an SCP-4989 event occurred outside Dr. Kells' office in Site 75. This event was notable for the highly unusual pattern of behaviour demonstrated by the SCP-4989-A instance, which communicated with Dr. Kells for several minutes. A video and audio feed had been installed by Dr. Kells in his office; a log of it can be found below. +Log of Incident 4989-911 -Log of Incident 4989-911 <Begin Log> The video shows Dr. Kells office. It is after dark, and only a couple of small lamps, one on his desk and one on a nearby bookcase, provide light; the room is consequently dim and dark. Dr. Kells is writing a report at his desk. After 19 seconds, an SCP-4989-A instance (hereafter referred to as 4989-A1) abruptly appears in front of Dr. Kells' desk. It stands facing Dr. Kells, who looks up with a start. Dr. Kells: Wh- ah. I was wondering when one of you would turn up. 4989-A1 does not respond. Dr. Kells: I imagine you've got people watching your precious Site 89. I imagine you have a whole host of spies located up and down the years of its construction. Well, unfortunately for you, I can put a stop to the whole thing right now. The apparatus isn't so important to us. 4989-A1 does not respond. Dr. Kells: If you're planning on doing something to me, then hurry up. I don't have all day, you know. But without me, there's no Site 89 and Apparatus for you to get your hands on. 4989-A1: Oh, there will be, Simon. 4989-A1 presses a point on the side of its neck, and the suit immediately begins to fold away from him. When it has fully come off him, a humanoid figure is revealed, who looks identical to Dr. Kells. Dr. Kells abruptly starts and stands up, looking shocked. Dr. Kells: Wh- what kind of- how have you- 4989-A1: It's really very simple. Mind if I have a seat? 4989-A1 takes a seat in an armchair in front of Dr. Kells' desk. 4989-A1: Tomorrow, your job as provisional Project Manager ends. You'll become O5-4, and you'll fly over to Site 01 to be sworn in. It is there that you'll discover that the O5 Council has access to certain advanced technologies that allow them to extend their lifespan. To prevent any aging, and keep them constantly renewed at their own age. You'll have moral qualms about it at first, sure, but you'll do it in the end. It's for the greater good, after all. 4989-A1 lights a cigarette, and begins smoking. Dr. Kells slowly sits back down again. 4989-A1: The years will pass, and you'll do well for yourself. Very well. You'll end up being the chief member of the Council. And one by one, as they get killed in some meaningless action or other, as they drop like the flies they are, as there isn't enough substance for the newer members to be anything other than mediocrities, you'll end up as the last one left. The only one with power. The- Dr. Kells: The Administrator. You're the Administrator. 4989-A1: Quite. And so are you- or, you will be. The position will have been empty for a long time by then, but in times of war a Dictator is necessary. When it's done, I'll retire somewhere. Crozier Island, perhaps- we always did like the cold there. But until then, I need to win this war. Dr. Kells: The Red Shah. He's- 4989-A1: Don't say his name. Please. It doesn't do good to remind the world of what he is, and what we did. What matters is that the enemy's at the door, and he's not happy. Dr. Kells: Why do this? Why are you taking people? 4989-A1: Because I need bodies for the wall and there are none left. I'm trapped in the far, far north of Siberia, at Site 89, and nobody can help us. The legions have the land, the traitors have the sky, and the ice has the ocean. Nothing can get in or out of Site 89, and the only people left have their own problems to deal with, thousands of miles away. I need manpower. I need bodies. Dr. Kells: This… that is monstrous. 4989-A1: Oh, undoubtedly, but you've been here too long to still have principles about these things. We take them, and we put stuff in their heads to make them fight and understand, and we put them on the wall to fight, to man the cannon, to die. That's our world now. That's where your grand project will lead us. We try to take Foundation people when we can, or ORIA people for our friends down south, but too much change at once is a shock to the system, so we have to spread it out a bit across time. We try to get ones who can hold a gun, at least. Are you alright? You look quite pale. Dr. Kells: You can change time. You can stop all of- 4989-A1: No, sorry, I really can't. You remember what happened the last time we accidentally fucked the timeline up. Your career took decades to recover after that blunder. And besides, it wouldn't work. The timeline has ways of correcting itself; the most damage we've done is almost screwing the Fall of Rome up and messing up the Late Maya, who were doomed anyway. You can't get the staff, you see. Training these idiots is just too much- Dr. Kells: Shut up. Just… just shut up. Let me think. 4989-A1: Take your time. I'm in no hurry. I can travel in time, after all. There is silence for several minutes. 4989-A1 continues smoking. Dr. Kells: You. You're what I turn into. 4989-A1: Don't act so surp- Dr. Kells: Oh, shut up, you smug little- look, what the hell do you want from me? If everything really is so hard to change, why should what I do alter anything? What is this? 4989-A1: (quietly) I know for a fact it changes things, because I remember being you. There is silence for several seconds. Dr. Kells: What? 4989-A1: I remember sitting where you're sitting. I remember- well, I don't fully remember, I think I might have changed something this time around, but I remember myself, sitting there, full of outrage and indignation as I argued against the inevitable. And the version of me that came from the future changed my mind. I stopped the cancellation of Site 89, I took my seat on the council, and I did what had to be done. Because it does have to be done. Dr. Kells: S-stealing people from the past- 4989-A1: I told you. I need bodies. And none of you need them, caught up in your primitive tribal wars with one another, or containing little outbreaks of antimemes or statues. You think the conceptual nightmares or Hindu snake gods which haunt your waking thoughts survived? The Shah is in everything, is in our heads, our hollow hearts. He can't be stopped, except by bodies thrown against him, except by this desperation. Dr. Kells: You don't know that. 4989-A1: I do. I've seen him. There is silence for several seconds. Dr. Kells: You've- seen- 4989-A1: It was the fifth year of the war, on a snowy day. Those early years were pure carnage. I was leading our forces in a massive offensive against their position in the Altai Shan. We thought we'd finally made some headway in this campaign, after years of failure. His forces were retreating, we'd won the day… and then he came. I saw him, Simon. I saw what he was. I saw all the bile, the howling, the hate-filled rage of this thing that men had made. It was like staring at a Pattern Screamer, but more hollow. I understood, then, what I'd told myself so long ago. As we fled, our minds on the edge of madness, I vowed that we would never lose. We would not fall. We would prevail. I understood the truth of the world today; its meaninglessness, its desperation, like the dark eyes of an eel in those moments when we cling screaming to life. I won't go like that. We will prevail. Dr. Kells: You must have tried something else. What ab- 4989-A1: Anything you suggest has already been tried. I, or one of the others, or someone in the Empire, or the fucking GOC pretenders in Hong Kong- it's been tried. There's nothing else. There's just the wall. Rights, mercy, ethics, tolerance- these are peacetime things. What we need now is bodies. What we need now is meat. This is war, and I don't care what happens as long as one of us can stand upon the body of the Shah's last follower and still be alive. 4989-A1 stubs out his cigarette, and rises, standing over Dr. Kells' desk. 4989-A1: You have to give Site 89 the go ahead. You have to keep letting us take your soldiers. We'll be careful. We'll make sure nothing too deadly gets loose. And you can always recruit more. You have all the manpower in the world. A silence ensues for several moments. Dr. Kells: I- I can't just do that. It's not- I'm not- 4989-A1: You're making exactly the same whimpering noises I made years ago. And I know what I did, Simon Kells. I know what I am. And I know what you'll do. What you have always done, every time every slightly altered iteration has had this talk. 4989-A1 begins to walk away. Dr. Kells is silent. 4989-A1: Be seeing you. In a manner of speaking. 4989-A1 abruptly demanifests. Dr. Kells is left alone, staring at the snow outside his window. After several minutes, he presses a button on the underside of his desk, deactivating the camera. <End Log> +FURTHER INFORMATION RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 5 PERSONNEL ONLY -Welcome, Overseer At 6.23 the next morning, Foundation personnel entered Dr. Kells' office to find that he had died by suicide, using a standard issue firearm. A short note was left by Dr. Kells to explain his actions. I know you're never going to read this- you're not even going to have ever existed in a minute- but having considered the matter deeply, I think that you're talking a load of utter horseshit. I believe you've seen the Shah. I believe you've been tortured by what you saw. I believe everything you tell me is completely true, my dear Simon. But that doesn't somehow make it true. Your mind's too small for that. All our minds are. You'll never see any truth beyond your own eyes. You know why old men are so conservative, so backwards? It's not because of the wisdom of experience, it's because they don't know how to be anything else. They've seen so many disappointments and so much of the same old life that they can't concieve of anything else. Minds narrowed to the point that any darkness is considered the ultimate truth. And that's all you are, Simon- an old man. You sink into darkness and mistake it for some ultimate truth, some nihilistic revelation of bitterness that comforts you to sleep. But just because you can see something in your frail little mind, you assume it never could be. You made this, Simon. You- we- were too weak. You turned humans into objects, into livestock. You smashed your training into their brains, turned medieval women into modern warriors. You kept them as chained prisoners, took away their personhood, took away who they were. You think that's how you win a war? There's always another way than this. There's always a way out. Your petty fascism is the mark of incompetence, of hysteria and cynicism and the pain of failing wrapped in a madness that looks, if you're the right kind of fool, like a rational truth. But people can't live like that. If you'd given them hope, if you'd given them a future, if you'd made them people, then there's nothing they wouldn't withstand. Make them rise with one heart and voice under a banner of truth. The Shah is small. The Shah is made of our weaknesses. You're wrong, Simon, and you always will be. You see, what's become very clear over the course of this conversation is that I'm really not the man for the job. The problem isn't the Shah's strength, it's your own. It's mine. Ours. After I let loose the snowfall, I vowed I'd never again let this kind of hateful purity of thought infect me, but here we are again. After all this time, the same old mistakes. So someone needs to remove us from the picture. The timeline will change, of course. There's no stopping that, but I fail to see any worse outcome than this. We may be gone, but someone else will step up, because someone always does. Because we're people. And when this Scarlet King comes to take us all, we'll be ready. We'll be fighting. And we'll be so very human. I'd say "see you in hell", but where you're going, there isn't even that. -Kells. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4989" by Tufto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4989. 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: SCP89.jpg Name: Killington Resort 2018-03-18 Author: Doodybutch License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Image cropped. |
SCP-4990 | euclid | Item#: 4990 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-4990-A1, the hypothetical initial site of the city state. Special Containment Procedures: All beds Researcher Iga Niemczyk uses will be outfitted with various forms of monitoring equipment, positioned to view the underside of the bed and the space below it. This equipment will be enabled at the discretion of Research Team 4990 members. If awoken by anomalous activity, Niemczyk is to record details on the incident and notify researchers. The location of the active SCP-4990-A is Site-201, where Researcher Niemczyk currently resides. Description: SCP-4990 is a hypothetical city state which exists underneath any bed used by Researcher Iga Niemczyk. The beds, designated SCP-4990-A, must be used on a nightly basis for a period greater than one day to begin exhibiting anomalous properties. Switching to another bed will result in the initial instance losing its properties after two consecutive days of disuse. Switching beds daily results in properties being exhibited regardless of the one day time period. All anomalies involving SCP-4990-A instances serve as evidence to the existence of SCP-4990. Signs of the city state have included the following: Bright lights manifesting under SCP-4990-A instances, accompanied by sounds of traffic and speech interpreted to be swearing. Small items (batteries, pens, socks, etc.) lost by Researcher Niemczyk within her domicile reappearing underneath the bed. All items will be marked with unidentified symbols and arabic numeral values, suspected to denote the objects as forms of currency or as materials that can be exchanged for currency. Dust clump statuettes of crowned humanoid figures standing on pedestals, designed with a high level of detail. Objects left under SCP-4990-A being branded with a yellow and cyan symbol of a crown placed over a bed. Materials possessing text, such as books, will have the text altered to that of an as-of-yet untranslated language using the Polish alphabet. Images will be replaced with varying illustrations, including depictions of individuals praying around monuments resembling bedroom furniture, eleven individuals wearing pillow-shaped helmets, and maps of a rectangular city. The sounds of cheering, music1, and fireworks on Researcher Niemczyk's birthday, along the feeling of said fireworks colliding with the bed. Examination of the bed mattress's has found burn marks on its underside following these events. While the majority of SCP-4990 anomalies are localized under SCP-4990-A, at times they have spread beyond the boundaries of the instances. Moving lights and the noises of vehicles driving along the floor have been reported by Researcher Niemczyk, along with occasional sounds of conversation around her as she falls asleep. If Researcher Niemczyk sleeps on a bed that lacks a gap between the bottom of the bed and the floor, she will hear the sounds of ritualistic chanting before the bed spontaneously breaks2. Sleeping on objects that cannot be considered an SCP-4990-A, such as the floor, will result in her hearing a voice3 shouting at her and the movements of tanks, which ends when she sleeps on an instance. Attempts to verify the existence of SCP-4990 invariably fail. Active monitoring equipment placed under and around SCP-4990-A instances will not observe any abnormal phenomena when Researcher Niemczyk is sleeping, with the exception of dust being more prone to clumping together. Researcher Niemczyk has also been unable to see SCP-4990 in various attempts by her to observe the anomaly after being woken up. Research to determine the anomaly's exact nature is in progress. Addendum.1: SCP-4990-A Recovered Items Below is a condensed list of objects that have manifested underneath SCP-4990-A instances. Item #: RO-4990-11 Description: Black and white photograph of two mountain climbers, smiling. One wears a pendant with a pillow-shaped medallion around their neck. Photo taken on top of Researcher Niemczyk's bedside lamp; her face is in view. Item #: RO-4990-14 Description: Oil painting of a cityscape composed of skyscrapers, constructed in an art deco style, rising from the surface of a cellular phone and a TV remote. The underside of a bed stretches over the region, the main light sources being two massive kerosene lamps located behind the buildings. Both the phone and remote were objects Researcher Niemczyk had lost that week. Item #: RO-4990-20 Description: Iron model. A person wearing a pillow-shaped helmet and holding a scepter, tipped with a rendition of Researcher Niemczyk's bedside alarm clock, sits in a throne similar in shape to a bed. This throne is built into the back of rodent whose feet are replaced with coins, positioned like wheels. Item #: RO-4990-21 Description: Black and white photograph of a family of four embracing each other on the worn down stage of what seems to be a gameshow. Confetti falls from the ceiling and a large AA battery, with the currency symbol and "10000" written on it, is behind them. Item #: RO-4990-22 Description: A flier. The upper half shows an AA battery with a cross over it, and an illustration of five individuals (one of which is wearing a pillow helmet) being blown up by a detonating battery. Below it is an image of earplugs with the currency symbol on it and a checkmark next to it. A week later Researcher Niemczyk lost all of her earplugs. Item #: RO-4990-23 Description: Limb-like machines built into the bed frame of SCP-4990-A32; the purpose these serve is unclear. Item #: RO-4990-28 Description: 32 paper floor plans, each depicting Researcher Niemczyk's bedroom and hypothetical layouts for adjacent rooms. In all cases the rooms are accessible via the bedroom door. The continued appearances of such floor plans underneath SCP-4990-A32 indicates a high level of popularity for these floor plans within SCP-4990, assuming SCP-4990 exists in the manner it is hypothesized to be. Item #: RO-4990-34 Description: Black and white photograph on newsprint. The photo is taken in a slum built from various enlarged household objects, showing a man driving a motorcycle-like vehicle constructed from a damaged earbud. A burning flag of Researcher Niemczyk's crowned head is on the vehicle's back. Bystanders can be seen cheering. A circle drawn with a red marker surrounds the man's head. Item #: RO-4990-35 Description: Dust clump statuette of a crowned humanoid figure, broken in half. Barricade tape and small tank tread imprints in the floor surround the statue. Item #: RO-4990-36 Description: A bloodied male human skull buried under large quantities of sand. The skull's cranium had been cut open and nailed back together, the interior filled with polyester stuffing matching that of Researcher Niemczyk's pillows. Analysis of the blood found that it had been likely exsanguinated from a human body recently, on the night of the skull's manifestation. Item #: RO-4990-37 Description: Dust clump statuette of a crowned humanoid figure, repaired. The imprints were found to be missing. Item #: RO-4990-41 Description: Mechanical legs that replaced the legs of SCP-4990-A32's bed frame, with flood lamps attached to each side of the bed and a miniature diesel electrical generator on the underside. Upon manifestation SCP-4990-A32 began to move towards the bedroom door, which ceased when Researcher Niemczyk woke up and turned on the bedroom lights. SCP-4990-A32 has been replaced with SCP-4990-A33. Addendum.2: Incident 4990/O/1 On 16/Sept/2014, sounds of gunfire and shouting were heard by Researcher Niemczyk and monitoring equipment while she was attempting to sleep. Three minutes later a male individual (henceforth PoI-4990) crawled out from underneath the bed, carrying a pillow made of solid gold, emblazoned with the crown and bed symbol. He was quickly apprehended by security personnel. An interrogation was performed, though no information was obtained due to PoI-4990's inability to understand English; their spoken language was similar to Dutch. After being brought to a holding cell, he feigned falling asleep then crawled under the cell's bed. The pillow, which had been confiscated, apportated into the holding cell and was dragged under the bed as well. Hidden microphones in the cell recorded cheering, songs similar to military marching music, and what is presumed to be a national anthem. Of note is that this anthem is greatly different to the one heard from SCP-4990. SCP-4990 activity has lessened in the days after the incident. PoI-4990 and the pillow have not reappeared. Footnotes 1. Theorized to be a form of national anthem. 2. Examples include the bed frame shattering or, for beds like sleeping bags, the bed being torn apart. 3. Described as being "like some sort of priest." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4990" by NatVoltaic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4990. 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: bed_scp.jpg Name: Bed Author: Dan Taylor-Watt License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-4991 | neutralized | SCP-4991 - So this is how the world ends. Not with a bang, but with a shitpost. You will become their nests. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file describes a Neutralized anomaly. By order of O5-1, unauthorized access is forbidden. 4991 Item#: 4991 Level4 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: filler Risk Class: filler link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All social networking websites affected by SCP-4991 have had their records of the incident completely erased. A cover story of an ARG (Alternate Reality Game) has been implemented in case any proof of the incident remains. Description: SCP-4991 was a period between April 7th, 2016 and April 9th, 2016, when major social networking websites such as 4chan, Reddit, Tumblr, and Twitter began creating posts that referenced non-existent events. During this time, users were met with errors that hindered their ability to post. All posts that were created during this period were made by existing accounts. Two days after SCP-4991's manifestation, all anomalous activity ceased, and users could interact with the websites normally. By a vote of 11 to 1, the O5 Council reclassified SCP-4991 as Neutralized, and the current containment procedures were established. No anomalous activity similar to SCP-4991 has been detected since the incident. Addendum 4991.1 SCP-4991 was discovered early in the morning on April 7th after Foundation operatives were alerted to most social networking websites being inaccessible, and users reported posts appearing that they were not making. Upon order of the Council of the United, all of these websites were shut down, and a viral Class-K Amnestic was released following SCP-4991's demanifestation. The following are examples of posts made during SCP-4991. ▼ Twitter Records ▲ THEY WILL EVOLVE Donald J. Trump @realDonaldTrump Moor stepped out of the agreement. It's almost like when the "world is ending" he starts to get a bit antsy. Is Earth not good enough for you? RETWEETS 19K LIKES 105K 7 April 2016 - New York, United States Deer College @deercollege It is advised that insect arcana is NOT to be attempted for the time being by local Deeries. Additionally, entrances into fae related areas have been closed down for maintenance. RETWEETS 11 LIKES 93 7 April 2016 - Three Portlands WorldHealthMinistry @healthministryearth This is a warning to all people in North America to not go outside. If you ever breathe outside, please call Poison Control. RETWEETS 259 LIKES 1,273 7 April 2016 - Sweden Faeowynn Wilson @FaeWWS Seems like we might be at the end. I hope everyone's staying safe while they still can. My DMs will be open as long as i'm alive, if anyone needs to talk. RETWEETS 22 LIKES 10K 8 April 2016 - Oregon, United States 방탄소년단 @BTS_twt 숨을 못 쉬겠어 RETWEETS 756K LIKES 2.1M 8 April 2016 - Korea me an intellectual @fanboy431 Are we just forgetting that MC&D are selling anti-insect bunkers for fucking 4 million dollars? How is that shit okay? RETWEETS 0 LIKES 39 8 April 2016 - New York, United States TRAVIS SCOTT @trvisXX It all ends in tears anyway RETWEETS 15K LIKES 1.5M 9 April 2016 - California, United States ▼ Reddit Records ▲ THEY WILL ADAPT Kolt Moor, SCP Foundation's "O5-1", steps out of Secure-Ment plan. submitted 9 hours ago by Memesalot 191 comments share save hide give gold report crosspost ⬆ 10.1K ⬇ [–] ArkofLength 2031 points 1 day ago What are they doing? We're fucking dying over here, the entire Middle East has collapsed into the sea, and our only hope for us just fucking walks away? Fuck this. ⬆ ⬇ [–] greeywolf 30 points 1 day ago Welcome to Earth, please go fuck yourself. -The Creator of Life, probably ⬆ ⬇ [–] Heynowyouranallstar 1001 points 11 hours ago Lmao. Nah, TIL there can't be a God, so we're still good. ⬆ ⬇ [–] Sphericalpedistal 330 points 7 hours ago With our luck the Foundation already contained God at this point. ⬆ ⬇ [–] etymologynerd 23 points 7 hours ago If they did they would fucking get us out of this hellhole ⬆ ⬇ [–] LimpFirebird 2705 points 1 day ago The Foundation has always been about Money and Money alone, so I'm not surprised. The Secure-Ment Plan would cost them a shit ton of fucking money, so much that it might put them out of business forever. It seems they have a "I'd rather die than pay this" mentality right now, unless we're missing something. ⬆ ⬇ [–] MoonboundShibe 2705 points 1 day ago I'm a bit mad, but I think I know why they aren't doing ths. I am like 99% certain that because of the recent uprising in Egypt, the Secure-Ment plan would fuck over most villages around the Middle East-ish area, which would probably cause more harm than good. Probably. It makes sense, but it's still a dick move. ⬆ ⬇ What's up with the "Secure-ment Plan" and the SCP Foundation? submitted 49 minutes ago by Plaguebub 47 comments share save hide give gold report crosspost ⬆ 983 ⬇ [–] bigFATbirbs 132 points 39 minutes ago Essentially, it was an agreement between the US Government and the SCP Foundation in order to reduce the amount of bugs that are currently flying everywhere. It would require the budget from several large nations, and would consist of the deployment of several specifically engineered pesticides in order to kill these bugs en masse. The plan required the SCP Foundation to use around 90% of their budget, due to the fact that these pesticides are hell to make. For some reason, The SCP Foundation, a couple days ago, after stepping out of the agreement, completely disappeared. Everyone associated with them completely vanished, and all of their sites are completely empty. The production of the pesticides were put on hold, and now the bug population has increased tenfold. ⬆ ⬇ Saw a beautiful flock of birds fly over my town! submitted 12 minutes ago by Edwardscissortoes 47 comments share save hide give gold report crosspost ⬆ • ⬇ [–] the_ok_hippo [score hidden] 10 minutes ago Dude, those aren't birds. ⬆ ⬇ ▼ Tumblr Records ▲ NARROW ARE THE MINDS OF HUMANS anxiety2721 does not match any existing user name anxiety2721 follow i managed to catch one of the bugs. don't let them into your mouth tho they love to crawl in there. it was actually pretty easy to catch them. i just opened the door and threw a net and brought it back in 53.615 notes explosions_in_the_sky does not match any existing user name explosions_in_the_sky follow I'm in Edswardville, Virginia. I'm holding out in my basement. If anyone needs shelter, come. I have food for around 6 months, and water to last us a year. Pray for us. 1,618 notes thenextgreatamericanboy does not match any existing user name thenextgreatamericanboy follow if you have to go outside for any reason, COVER YOUR MOUTH. wear a scarf, pull up your shirt, just keep it covered. eyoomega does not match any existing user name eyoomega follow If you dont. Then die. 8,437 notes anxiety2721 does not match any existing user name anxiety2721 follow DO NOT CATCH THE BUGS DO NOT LET THEM INSIDE 382 notes anotherblobg1 does not match any existing user name anotherblobg1 follow im really scared. I dont want to die. 3 notes ▼ 4chan Records ▲ OUR MISTAKES WILL BECOME THE BIRTH AND THE DEATH OF THE DAY X FILE DELETED Anonymous 04/09/16(Sat)19:18:24 No.2485445 [Reply] ▶ Do you ever feel like god hates his creations? File: 1544380113869.png (152 KB, 398x397) Anonymous 04/09/16(Sat)13:07:04 No.49760284 >be me >necrophiliac, still alive later virgins >> Anonymous 04/09/16(Sat)13:15:20 No.49760463 ▶ >>49760488 >>49760284 (OP) Even in a literal apocalypse scenario, cunts like you are still rearing their heads. Unbelievable. File: IMG1403.jpg (17 KB, 480x320) Anonymous 04/09/16(Sat)22:03:05 No.786908250 [Reply] ▶ just strung my friend up in the woods. i cut him open and all the bugs came out and started swarming us We're all gonna fucking die soon anyways. i don't regret it. 10 replies omitted. Click here to view. >> Anonymous 04/09/16(Sat)22:30:31 No.786909990 ▶ >>786909924 I had to kill my sister. the fcking bugs got to her and she started attacking us with a knife she killed my dad and they instantly swarmed and ate the corpse. I'm probably going to die pretty soon, theyre surrounding me theres some mist coming out of the bugs . I can feel them rubbing on my skin . god it hurts File: 8A0A11B7-6B90-4842-8A18-4(…).jpg (113 KB, 1446x708) Anonymous 04/09/16(Sat)22:50:32 No.786936603 [Reply] ▶ >> Anonymous 04/09/16(Sat)23:22:25 No.786943497 ▶ >>786936603 Why the fuck are you outside anon? >> Anonymous 04/09/16(Sat)13:15:20 No.78944962 ▶ >>786936603 ignorance will be the birth and death of humanity yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy |
SCP-4992 | safe | close Info X SCP-4992: Onions Make Me Cry Author: $Mnml$ (More from this author.) SCP-4992-3 (left) next to SCP-4992-4 (right). Item #: SCP-4992 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4992 is to be kept in a refrigerated, single-item drawer within B2 storage at Site-63. Removal is approved only for testing purposes, and with written permission from the Senior Containment Specialist and Lead Researcher. Description: SCP-4992 is the designation given to four shallot (Allium cepa) bulbs, with each given a sub-designation; SCP-4992-1 through SCP-4992-4. SCP-4992 is visually indistinguishable from non-anomalous members of its species. Within moments of exposing or manipulating a clove of SCP-4992,1 an individual will report hearing music, designated SCP-4992-B, despite no detection of corresponding auditory signatures in the vicinity. Instances of SCP-4992-B (thought to be auditory hallucinations) reportedly feature a minor tonality, sparse instrumentation, mournful lyrics that describe the hardships of low socioeconomic, rural life, and are of a heightened pitch relative to the included instruments. SCP-4992-B may precipitate tearing, as is commonly observed with members of Allium cepa. However, tearing does not occur via syn-propanethial-S-oxide2 as, anomalously, no such molecules have been detected in, upon, or around SCP-4992. Furthermore, chemical reactivity to SCP-4992 has not been observed in the corneal nerve endings, as would otherwise be expected. Neural scans instead show increased activity in the auditory centers, the limbic system, and the substantia nigra.3 These findings are consistent with the brain's response to music. Approximately 5% of SCP-4992-1, and 10% of SCP-4992-2 remain, as their anomalous properties were suspected only after being utilized for several dishes. SCP-4992-3 has been peeled of all its outer layers with a third removed by a utility knife. Aside from small incisions made during testing, SCP-4992-4 is undisturbed from its originally procured state. The relative rate of decay so far observed suggests that SCP-4992's shelf-life may exceed 1022 years. The source of SCP-4992 could not be retraced, as Logistics expunges delivery receipts after shipments from Foundation front companies arrive at their destinations. Addenda 1. Initial Subject Interview + Open File - Close File The following took place between Agent Carlson (AC) and Sous Chef Erik Bulland (EB) of the Site-63 dining facilities, shortly after the recognition of SCP-4992 as anomalous. [BEGIN LOG] AC: Could you walk us through the first time you worked with SCP-4992, please? EB: It was like any other day, up until that point. We had several vinaigrettes and gastriques to prep for the evening service, and I always make those, as well as any sauces. So, I went to the walk-in, grabbed a head or two of shallot, and got to work. Pretty soon after that, I start hearin' this music. Strange music. Sounds like Alvin and the Chipmunks, ya know what I mean? AC: I believe I do, yes. High-pitched voices, kinda squeaky? EB: Yeah, it was almost comical, right? So I'm figurin' that the guys were goofin' around; we usually take turns with the music selection during prep — metal is my favorite to play — and I thought 'Must be Jerry, he's the only one who would try to get away with something that goofy'. AC: Did anyone else that you know of hear the music too? EB: Well that's the thing, I found Jerry and kinda jabbed him saying 'That's a good one, put some real music on.' But Jerry didn't know what I was talking about, just looked at me like I was tryin' to mess with him. I figured it out soon; I was the only one hearing this. So that's when I started getting a little creeped out; I mean, the Alvin voices didn't make that any better. I thought I was havin' a psychotic episode; it's not unheard of around here. AC: That's why you excused yourself from the shift and sought the on-site doctor. EB: Yeah, you hear all kind of stories working here, and I didn't want to take any chances. I may not be an agent, but I know when something weird is going on. AC: And your psych eval was unremarkable. The physician thought it to be auditory hallucinations from lack of sleep. EB: Yeah, I had been taking a lot of Ambien and melatonin to try to get over the insomnia I've been having, so the explanation made a lot of sense. I went back to work a couple of hours later. AC: What happened then? EB: Well, the staff was in a bit of a fuss, actually. Something about a bad flavor, and some of the cooks were trying to accuse each other of making their part of the dishes wrong. One guy who was arguing mentioned something about… turning off some crazy music over the speakers, and that caught my attention. I stepped in and told them I had heard the music too, it had stopped after a song or two, and we quickly found out he had been working with shallots as well, for a relish. So, we got Marty the Chef de Cuisine to taste the stuff, he pinpointed it as the shallots, and that was that. We all cut it up to have a tasting, kinda like an educational opportunity from Chef, and soon, we were all listening to little Alvin. That's when Chef contacted you guys. AC: I see. Anything else? EB: No, that was it. Pretty harmless, just a bit annoying because it isn't my style of music. I like metal, myself, so. I'll say this though, once we all realized it wasn't just in any one of our heads, we just stood around and listened for a bit… it wasn't terrible music. In fact, despite the wacky voice of it, the lyrics to the songs were actually speaking about some real stuff. 'Real talk', as one of the chefs put it. Reminded me of growing up. You know, now that I think about it; put some double bass drums and highly-syncopated rhythm guitar parts to it, and… I dunno, I think I could like that. [END LOG] 2. Research Update Real-time monitoring of test subjects' auditory nerves has detected electrophysiological impulses that occur in rhythm with reported durations and tempos of SCP-B instances. This observation has disproved the previous assumption that SCP-B are auditory hallucinations, and has allowed researchers to convert the stimuli to objective auditory signatures. 3. SCP-4992-B Example Recording + Open File - Close File The following was recorded shortly after Agent Finch began removing layers from SCP-4992-3, as part of Experiment 3a. It is included in the record as a usual example of SCP-4992-B. Speech has been transcribed below. I am a farmhouse Born of my owner's calloused hands He didn't have much, But in his heart was rich as any man. He was a plowman, He dug the earth so people had their fill, By no fault of his own, Smaller lives were claimed by his skill. It was not biased, Took the flowers and the serpents too And when he saw his wreckage, From his lips there would come a tune: In that we do Similar things To those in our shadows, With equal Indifference, carnage, and cyclicity In stirring the soil, In shuffling the soul, Indifference can only be Accepted, painfully For it is simply fair. I knew a worker, He saw to the colony's Queen She was their lifeblood, For several generations she had been. Until one day, The plowman's work brought about his till And it found his poor Queen, He carried her for hours To their hill. They all decided To lay her beneath their nursery, And their lives in shambles, Animals looking upwards, they did sing: In that we do Similar things To those in our shadows, With equal Indifference, carnage, and cyclicity In stirring the soil, In shuffling the soul, Indifference it can only be Accepted, painfully For it is simply fair. The plowman one night, Returned to my sight But it wasn't long Before dark skies Tower of death in clouds Could tell the trees to bow, And I couldn't keep him from this plow. I begged to let him stay, As it tore my roof away, But it wasn't long; The plowman's gone. Finally the sun arrived, And I thought he must have died, But somewhere near, I heard a cry: In that we do Similar things To those in our shadows, With equal Indifference, carnage, and cyclicity In stirring the soil, In shuffling the soul, Indifference can only be Accepted, painfully For it is simply fair. Footnotes 1. Particularly cutting and mincing. 2. Responsible for lachrymal stimulation in non-anomalous members of the onion family. 3. A primary site of dopamine release. |
SCP-4993 | safe | Item #: SCP-4993 Special Containment Procedures: All materials comprising SCP-4993 are to be stored in secure containers within Archive-09, located at Site 41. Any viewing of SCP-4993-1 instances must be approved by at least two members of Level 4 personnel. At least thirty instances of SCP-4993-1 are to be kept unviewed, so as to maintain them as a control group. Any viewing of instances of SCP-4993-1 that manifest harmful properties are to be performed solely by subjects under the age of ten. Recordings are to be documented based on descriptions given by these subjects. Upon conclusion of said recording, any subjects who have viewed SCP-4993-1 instances are to be dosed with a Class-A amnestic to remove all memory of the event. Description: SCP-4993 is the collective designation for one hundred and three video recordings, recovered from a facility in Sacramento, California formerly owned by the North American Child Improvement Center1 in November, 2012. Recovery of SCP-4993 took place following its accidental discovery by urban explorers who had gained access to the building's video archives. Internet posts by these individuals regarding the strange recordings they had found led to their investigation by the Foundation. All video recordings, hereafter referred to as instances of SCP-4993-1, are extremely similar in content. An individual in formal attire2 will sit down in a blank white room and begin recounting an anecdote to the viewer. These stories are simple and sparse in detail, usually consisting of matters such as what the individual ate for breakfast, or how they got to sleep the previous night. Following this anecdote, the individual will stand and leave, ending the recording. Following viewing an instance of SCP-4993-1, viewers will spontaneously gain a great deal of knowledge regarding a certain subject. These subjects appear to have no connection to the actual content of the recording, having included: The life of US President Abraham Lincoln from birth to death Particle physics Survival within arctic environments All species of ant currently present in the country of Australia All plays written by William Shakespeare3 Despite their initial beneficial nature, SCP-4993-1 instances will undergo slight changes each time they are viewed. The primary indicators of such a change are that, each time the recording is viewed, the attire of the individual present in the recording will gradually change to resemble that of a clown, complete with makeup. The anecdote they recount will also change, incorporating details and tangents that have been found to originate from the memories of previous viewers of that SCP-4993-1 instance. These initial changes in the recordings are then followed by a noticeable increase in the discomfort of the individual being recorded. Rather than the instance of SCP-4993-1 ending with the individual walking off-camera, it will often instead end with them frantically trying to escape from the area they are being filmed in, apparently being unable to make their way out of camera-shot. These instances will instead fade to black and display the following text: "BABY THE CLOWN". Following twenty-seven to thirty viewings of a SCP-4993-1 instance, said instance will develop negative effects that affect any viewer over ten years old. In the majority of cases, such viewers will fall unconscious immediately when the recording begins, but the following physical and mental phenomena have been recorded in individuals who do not fall unconscious: Severe migraines. Partial or complete blindness in one or both eyes. A psychosomatic inability to move several or all limbs. A delusion that the individual is trapped in whatever room they are currently in. A nervous tic in which they rapidly squeeze their own nose. An interest in juggling. Rapid decay of portions of the brain, specifically the amygdala. Severe fear of watching or approaching televisions. All negative effects caused by a SCP-4993-1 instance are permanent, with removal of the memories of viewing having no noticeable effect. No matter how many viewings of an SCP-4993-1 instance take place, there have been no recorded tests in which negative effects have manifested in a viewer of or under ten years old. Addendum 4493-1 (Sample Transcript): The following is a sample transcript of the content of a SCP-4493-1 instance. This transcript was written based on the testimony of numerous simultaneous viewers of the instance in question. <Begin Recording> (Speaker4 walks into frame, glancing behind him as he does so. Speaker is dressed in formal attire. After looking around the room for a few seconds, he sits cross-legged in front of the camera.) (Speaker looks off-camera.) Speaker: So I just say anything? (Pause. Speaker looks towards the camera.) Speaker: Okay. This morning I woke up, went downstairs, made myself a coffee - didn't get too much sleep last night, haha - and then I made myself some toast. (Pause. Speaker looks off-camera.) Speaker: How long do I keep going? (Pause.) Speaker: Okay. (Speaker looks towards the camera.) Speaker: I've had a real sore throat recently, so that wasn't great. Had a drink of water - that helped a little, but not much. Then, I just got in my car and drove here. (Pause. Speaker looks off-camera.) Speaker: That's it, right? (Speaker stands and leaves the frame.) <End Recording> The following is a transcript of the same instance of SCP-4993-1 after several viewings.5 <Begin Recording> (Speaker walks into frame, glancing behind him as he does so. Speaker is dressed in a full clown outfit, complete with make-up. After looking around the room for a few seconds, he sits cross-legged in front of the camera.) (Speaker looks off-camera.) Speaker: So I just say anything? (Pause. Speaker looks towards the camera.) Speaker: Okay, um. This morning I woke up, went downstairs, made myself a coffee - didn't get too much sleep last night, haha - and then I started eating your breakfast. Chicken sandwich, right? Sure was nice. Was it good for you too? (Pause. Speaker looks off-camera.) Speaker: How long do I…? (Pause.) Speaker: There's nobody there. (Speaker looks towards the camera.) Speaker: I've had a real sore throat recently, so I went and brushed your teeth after I had my cereal. Squeaky clean, squeaky clean, nothing like it. My car had some trouble starting up, no thanks to you, sorry, so I had to call the electrician and ask him to get down here for some R and R, you know? (Pause. Speaker squeezes his nose. A 'honk' sound can be heard.) Speaker: Which episode is this…? Spin-off? Like SVU? Did we watch that episode, Papa? The one where they get hit by the car and it bleeds? Is that a real episode? Did I brush my teeth this morning? (Pause. Speaker looks off-camera.) Speaker: That's it, right? How much am I getting paid for this again? (Speaker stands and attempts to leave the frame, but appears unable. He groans.) Speaker: Oh, come on, seriously? I'm plenty ready! I'm big, I'm full, I'm a big boy! Don't you fade out - don't you dare fade out! (Recording fades out. The words "BABY THE CLOWN" are displayed.) <End Recording> Addendum 4493-2: Although most records within the facility SCP-4993 was discovered in were destroyed or erased before its discovery, personnel were able to recover the following email from fragments remaining in the facility's server. Rob, I am extremely happy with the progress I've seen so far! : - ) The kids are loving it and it's amazing to see just how quickly the learning takes place. Now, I know what you guys have accomplished so far is a big deal in itself, but I've got to ask: is there nothing we can do about the clowns? I know, you've said - given the raw materials, we're lucky to just have the clown faces and none of the other effects. But, come on, Rob, the kids just don't like clowns. I know you were a big fan of the original show back in the day, but they just don't go for that kind of stuff anymore. We don't want them running out of the classroom screaming, you know? I'd be happy to hear if there was anything we could do about the viewing limit, too. It just seems a waste. Is there no way to stretch out the life-cycle? Shoot me a message when you're able (hugs and kisses), Diane Footnotes 1. An organization dedicated to improving the standard of education for children in the United States. Founded in 2007, it dissolved as a result of bankruptcy in late 2011. 2. The identity of this individual differs from instance to instance, but all have been identified as amateur actors originating from Sacramento. Interviews with these individuals have determined that no anomalous phenomena took place during the original recording of all SCP-4993-1 instances. 3. Consisting only of information currently on public record. No records on lost or anomalous plays are included. 4. Identified as actor Adam Corwin. 5. Interim transcripts are available upon request from the Site 41 archive. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4993" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4993. 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-4994 | thaumiel | [INPUT 4/4994 CREDENTIALS] [CREDENTIALS RECOGNIZED / ACCESS GRANTED] Special Containment Procedures: Given SCP-4994’s location and depth, little concealment is required. Provisional Site █ is to be maintained along the shore of the lake that SCP-4994 is positioned in. Provisional Site █ is to appear as a military base belonging to the United States of America, with all external security personnel in standard American military uniform. Civilians are to be deterred from entering the lake through a chain-link fence adorned with signs warning of a chemical spill. Whenever visitation to SCP-4994-1 is required, the on-site submersible is to be deployed under cover of night to cross through SCP-4994. The submersible will be left in SCP-4994-1 until all personnel visiting SCP-4994-1 are ready to return. As SCP-4994-2 and SCP-4994-3 express little, if any, hostility towards Foundation personnel or ideals, containment primarily consists of maintaining stable diplomatic relations with SCP-4994-2 and -3. At least one visitation to SCP-4994-1 is to occur each month for the purposes of gathering information and improving the efficiency of Foundation operations. No personnel below clearance level 4/4994 may request access to SCP-4994-1. Description: SCP-4994 is an entrance into a parallel universe containing a similar (but not exact) replica of Earth that hosts a technologically advanced civilization. For clarity, SCP-4994 and its appropriate sub-designations, have been listed below: SCP-4994: The entrance into SCP-4994-1. SCP-4994-1: A parallel, geographically and temporally exact replica of Earth. SCP-4994-1 contains humans, genetically and phenotypically identical to baseline Earth present. These humans are currently retaining the position as the dominant species of the planet. SCP-4994-2: The governing civilization of SCP-4994-1. SCP-4994-3: SCP-4994-2’s analog to The Foundation, tasked with documenting and containing anomalous phenomena, entities, and locations. Further information on each subsidiary of SCP-4994, as well as SCP-4994 itself, can be found below. SCP-4994 SCP-4994-1 SCP-4994-2 SCP-4994-3 SCP-4994 is located within a lake located 48 kilometers south-west of the Iraqi city of Kut. At the lowest point in this lake, nearly ██ meters below surface level, lies SCP-4994, a dimensional access point that connects SCP-4994-1 and our own universe. SCP-4994’s gateway was first discovered (but not recognized) by British colonial surveyors in 18██, who had heard local legends of a “hole in the bottom of the lake”. While this information was initially dismissed by the surveyors, Foundation personnel embedded within the British Empire took notice after the logs of the surveyors were recovered. In 19██, a Foundation submersible was sent into SCP-4994, and made contact with SCP-4994-2 as well as SCP-4994-3. Of note is that the dimensional access point allows for the regular cycling of water between SCP-4994 and the lake on the other side. Testing has revealed that non-sapient organisms, such as fish and aquatic plants, tend to avoid the dimensional access point by habit, staying at least █ meters away at all times. Sapient organisms experience no such tendencies. The significance of this is unknown. SCP-4994-1 SCP-4994-1 is geographically identical to Earth, possessing the same natural geology and physical attributes. With the exception of man-made structures and geoengineering, SCP-4994-1 essentially is identical to Earth. It has also been determined that SCP-4994-1 is at the same temporal position as our own Universe, indicating that SCP-4994-1 underwent an event or series of events to diverge history and lead to the development of SCP-4994-2. As expected, SCP-4994-1 contains much of the same biology as baseline Earth (though some extinct species, such as the wooly mammoth and the dodo bird, have been brought back by the inhabitants of SCP-4994-1, usually for scientific purposes). SCP-4994-1, similar to our own Earth, is undergoing a climatological shift due to excess carbon entering the atmosphere. However, due to the greater political unity and technology of SCP-4994-2, these effects are progressing slower (and even beginning to show signs of reversal) than on baseline Earth. Average air quality on SCP-4994-1 is significantly higher than in most places on Earth. Advanced technological projects, on part of SCP-4994-2, such as deep-crust mining, megalopolises, and extensive arcology construction, promise to further alter the physical attributes of SCP-4994-1 in the future. SCP-4994-2’s official flag Governance SCP-4994-2 is a planetary government that exercises uncontested control over SCP-4994-1. Officially known as the “Union State”, by its inhabitants, SCP-4994-2 utilizes countless bureaucratic apparati and levels of organization to effectively manage the operations it carries out. SCP-4994-2, according to its latest census, boasts a population of 12 billion. The central government of the Union State is divided into four distinct branches. These are: The Tribunals: The series of various courts that decide the legality of certain actions undertaken by the other branches of the Union State’s government. The Assembly: A large body of 2500 representatives from various provinces and districts across SCP-4994-1. The Assembly passes legislation and creates new laws. The Assembly rarely meets, unless in time of crisis, such as severe economic turmoil or widespread civil unrest. The Presidium: The elected positions within the Union State responsible for ensuring that laws are executed with their original intent in mind. The Presidium is lead by the Director-General, commonly regarded as the highest elected position one can attain in the Union State. The Councilary: Relatively smaller than the other three branches, Councilary members serve as mediators between the various branches of SCP-4994-2. Councilary positions are elected, but have little direct influence over the day-to-day affairs of government. With the exception of the higher echelons of The Tribunals, most positions within the Union State are carried out by election. Additionally, the capital of SCP-4994-2 is voted on at 20 year intervals, with each capital hosting the four branches of government until the next one is selected. So far, the capitals of SCP-4994-2 have included: London New York Moscow Shanghai Nairobi Currently SCP-4994-2 is based in Vancouver. History The history of SCP-4994-2 is well-documented. Through Foundational liaisons and diplomatic exchanges, the history of SCP-4994-2 has been obtained, with several possible points of divergence having been identified (See documents 4994-A7 through 4994-A44 for a complete history of SCP-4994-2). Scholars from SCP-4994-2 have learned of baseline Earth’s history as well, and have taken keen interest in cultural, social, and technological development since the 20th century. In summary, the formation of the Union State occured through a diplomatic union between various global powers in 19██. Since then, SCP-4994-2 grew to incorporate more and more nations within its sphere of influence, and gradually consolidated control and weakened national boundaries. By the end of the 20th century, the Union State remained the sole political force on the world stage, and exercised complete control over the planet. A photo of SCP-4994-2’s flag, waving in the wind Technology and Society SCP-4994-2 is notably far more technologically advanced than the Foundation or baseline Earth. The Union State heavily employs automation and artificial intelligence in most economic sectors, leading to a post-scarcity society wherein citizens are free to pursue their passions without worry for financial demands. As a result, the concept of currency is becoming more and more esoteric to the newer generations of SCP-4994-2. With an excess of automation, the majority of SCP-4994’s citizens work in sectors requiring more intensive human involvement, such as education, creative fields, research, and governance. According to some Foundation sociologists, this fact presents a secondary explanation as to why SCP-4994-2 is so technologically advanced. Additionally, the concept of anomalous objects is known by the vast majority of SCP-4994-2’s populace, as in the early history of the Union State, several containment and informational breaches concerning anomalous objects revealed their existence to the general public. Rather than react with panic, a new trend of fascination with anomalous objects arose, leading to their incorporation into the technology of SCP-4994-2’s society, and as a result greatly benefited the economic and technological power of the Union State. It is well known among the citizens of the Union State that SCP-4994-1 is protected by a powerful series of satellite-mounted Scranton Reality Anchors, to guard against space-based anomalies. The space program of SCP-4994-2, and to an extent, SCP-4994-3, is very limited in scale, focusing simply on orbital maintenance and observation. The reasons behind this are currently unknown, as citizens of SCP-4994-2 will often switch conversation to other topics when asked about space exploration. The possibility of Gamma-type SCP-2001 infection having spread across SCP-4994-1 is being investigated. The symbol of SCP-4994-3 The Union State’s analog to the Foundation is SCP-4994-3, referred to in an official capacity as the “Anomalous Retrieval, Containment, and Research Agency” (hereafter referred to as ARCRA). ARCRA holds a similar, if not identical mission to the Foundation, in that it also contains, studies, and tests various anomalies. While SCP-4994-1 does not possess all the same anomalies that the Foundation is aware of that exist in our universe, SCP-4994-3 records indicate that it retains a much higher efficiency rate of capture and containment. Additionally, SCP-4994-3 does not need to spend resources on substantial concealment activities, as the public is aware of and generally supports ARCRA’s mission. While SCP-4994-3 does spend some effort in boosting civilian preparedness, it is able to use more of its resources in capture, containment, and research divisions. SCP-4994-3 holds significant political influence over SCP-4994-2, and the two entities are heavily integrated with each other. Using this influence, SCP-4994-3 has allocated itself the legal and material resources necessary to carry out its objectives and influences public policy as it sees fit. As of this document iteration, at least 5 of the last 9 Director-Generals had previously held the position of High Commander. Given SCP-4994-3’s expertise and research capabilities, it has become an indispensable advisory asset to the Foundation. While elements of SCP-4994-3 remain irritable towards the Foundation for perceived incompetence, the majority of SCP-4994-3 members are willing to advise and even assist in Foundational matters. Several agents, researchers, and even O5-█ and O5-██ (see Addendum 4994-X) have traveled to SCP-4994-1 for “visitation programs” to gain knowledge of SCP-4994-3’s organizational structure and improve the Foundation’s operational efficiency. The Foundation has also requested, on multiple occasions, for access to the more advanced components of technology that SCP-4994-3 possesses. These requests have been unilaterally denied, on the premise that “the Foundation is not as prepared as ARCRA to handle such technologies, as they operate on means that are not understood, and will likely not be understood for a significant amount of time, by the Foundation”. Proposals of recovering SCP-4994-3’s technology via clandestine means are currently under review by the O5 Council (See Addendum 4994-C) Addendum 4994-C: Result of vote on clandestine operations in SCP-4994-2 and SCP-4994-3 In a 7-4 vote (2 abstaining), the O5 Council has ruled against the use of espionage, sabotage, or any other sort of clandestine operations against SCP-4994-2. Visitation protocol to SCP-4994-1 will be revised accordingly. The benefits of cooperation with SCP-4994-3 are too great to risk throwing away on some dangerous and likely unsuccessful operation. They’re already helping us now; there’s no reason to screw things up. After all, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. - O5-█ Addendum 4994-X: A transcript of the conversation between O5-█ and HC-██ (The ARCRA analog to an O5 position, or, High Commander) regarding the perceived inferiority of the Foundation relative to SCP-4994-3. The following conversation takes place on the ride back to SCP-4994 from the main operations center of the ARCRA High Command, between O5-█ and HC-██. O5-█ managed to record it without raising the attention of the host, or the driver. <Begin Log> HC-██: Looks like we’re getting close to the lake. I’m sorry to see you leave. It’s been an absolute pleasure hosting you. Do come back sometime soon, alright? O5-█: Yes, of course. And you should come visit us! I’m sure ARCRA could learn something from the Foundation. It’d be quite fun to have a visitor from the Union State. HC-██: Hmm, yes, I’ll be sure to look into that possibility. <Silence for approximately 15 seconds> O5-█: I have to ask- HC-██: Hm? O5-█: It’s not exactly a secret that ARCRA sees us as inferior. And I understand why. I really do. Our containment efficiency is admittedly… less than optimal, and we do spend significant resources on concealment, which is something you guys don’t have to really worry about- HC-██: Right. O5-█: But I have to ask. Why hide so much of the technology from us? You’re more than happy to advise us in containment strategy and organizational efficiency, but when it comes to tech, there’s no willingness there at all. Why? <HC-██ hesitates for a few seconds before replying> HC-██: Look, you’re a nice person, with nice ideals. You deserve to know the truth. You really want to know why we don’t share that with you? O5-█: Well, yes. HC-██: It’s because your civilization is… unpredictable. We want to help, we really do, but we don’t know if you’ll do something stupid with the technology we give. I mean, Christ, your civilization, on multiple occasions, nearly wiped itself out over disagreements on economic systems. O5-█: (Interrupting) That’s a bit reductionist- HC-██: I’m not finished. That was just with standard, regular technology. Nothing anomalous about splitting an atom. But I’ve seen the weapons some of those competing groups of yours have developed. And honestly, they worry me. Weapons that make your entire planet’s nuclear arsenal seem like a flaccid spitball by comparison. Those? In the hands of your petty, tribalist nations? I can’t let that happen to us. I can’t let us become you. O5-█: If you’re so insistent on decoupling our relations, why not just close the gateway? Be done with it? Hell, you could dry the lake and place a gigantic slab of concrete on it, and you wouldn’t have to worry about us ever again. HC-██: Because it’s a moral obligation. Believe me, some of my associates want nothing to do with the Foundation. But believe it or not, I, and many of my colleagues, are your advocates. We want to help you. Make you better. O5-█: I appreciate all the help you have given us, I really do. But we can do that just fine on our own. HC-██: Can you really though? I know of your containment breaches. How many times you’ve had to reset your entire history. I won’t pretend we haven’t had to either, but I guarantee you, our count? It’s nowhere nearly as close as the Foundation’s. O5-█: At least we protect the people of our world. We- HC-██: (Interrupting) Yes, I know. You “die in the dark so that they can live in the light”. I’ve heard that phrase a lot ever since your people started coming here. O5-█: At least we give our fellow man a chance to feel safe. We let them believe that reality makes sense and is comfortable. It keeps them happy. It keeps things normal. HC-██: Normal? (Laughs) My friend, this is normal. Anomalous entities, locations, ideas… that is true reality. What you do is tantamount- no, it is lying. You lie to your people, like how a parent tells their child about Santa Claus to get them to behave better during the year. Face it. Let the people of your world face it. O5-█: We can’t. Maybe there’s some innate psychological difference between the people of our worlds, but something tells me that revealing the thousands and thousands of eldritch entities that exist to everyone will lead to panic. HC-██: It’s like a bandage. Rip it off. Get it over with. You’d be surprised how people react. O5-█: It’s not that simple. HC-██: It doesn’t have to be. I have faith in your Foundation. <HC-██ pauses for a few moments> HC-██: You could do so many things! You have resources outclassing every nation in your planet’s history. Use them. Establish control. Be the guiding hand of your civilization’s future. If you do that, we will be more than happy to cooperate and share our technology with you. O5-█: You want us to… take control? Rule the world? HC-██: If that’s what it takes, then yes. O5-█: See, that’s where we’re better than you. <At that moment, the vehicle stops to transfer O5-█ to the submersible for transport through SCP-4994. O5-█ steps out and turns back to HC-██> O5-█: The Foundation doesn’t rule the world. The Foundation serves the world. <End log> |
SCP-4995 | keter | Item #: SCP-4995 Special Containment Procedures: All routine interaction with persons affected by SCP-4995 is to be performed remotely or by D-class personnel. Exposure to SCP-4995-affected persons for continuous periods of 15 minutes or greater is prohibited; personnel inadvertently exposed require quarantine in a Faraday-shielded environment for no fewer than 14 days until their infection status can be determined. Individuals affected by SCP-4995 are to be housed in Faraday-shielded humanoid containment cells and receive standard amenities for humanoid anomalies. Regular medical assessments should be conducted and a dedicated medical emergency team is to be present onsite to respond to incidents. Description: SCP-4995 is an anomalous infectious medical syndrome. The pathogenesis of SCP-4995 and its routes of transmission are poorly understood, as no infectious agent has been observed, but being in proximity (a distance of <10m) to an infected person is sufficient to contract SCP-4995, with the likelihood of this increasing with time. The use of personal protective equipment and other biohazard safety precautions has not been shown to impede transmission of SCP-4995. The main symptom of SCP-4995 infection is the spontaneous generation of currency in the digestive, respiratory and urinary tracts. This appears in the form of coins of various denominations, with US dollars, euros, British pounds and Chinese renminbi being most common. Amounts of between US $0.01 and $241.40 have been observed, with an average of $3. These manifestations occur with variable frequency, but are generally on a daily to weekly basis. Currency produced by SCP-4995 has no anomalous properties. When produced in the digestive tract, excretion occurs without incident, but the appearance of SCP-4995-related currency in the respiratory system may be lethal and requires immediate medical intervention. Manifestations involving the urinary system are particularly distressing to affected individuals and also require intervention to clear obstructions. Approximately 75% of persons affected by SCP-4995 experience no noticeable symptoms beyond the anomalous appearance of currency and are classified as Stage 1. The remainder are classified as Stage 2 and are affected by a variety of medical conditions and their attendant symptoms related to organ dysfunction, most commonly including; congestive heart failure idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis and other restrictive lung diseases malabsorption syndromes and malnutrition chronic renal impairment Symptoms of fatigue, hypersomnolence and cognitive slowing are also frequently noted. These conditions do not possess inherent anomalous properties and are treatable by similar methods to their non-anomalous counterparts. However, Stage 2 SCP-4995 infection remains a progressive condition which leads to death by single organ failure or multiple organ dysfunction syndrome. The five-year survival of persons with Stage 2 SCP-4995 is 62% with ideal standards of medical care. Studies of persons in Stage 1 have noted statistically significant reductions in cardiorespiratory function (as measured by vital signs, FEV1/FVC and peripheral oxygen saturation), renal function (measured by eGFR), weight and mental alertness, despite not meeting the threshold for clinical disorders. Addendum 4995-1: On 06/09/2012, all individuals affected by SCP-4995 began to emit a 2.4 GHz WiFi signal. Prolonged exposure to this signal was found to increase the risk of SCP-4995 infection, and containment procedures were altered to incorporate Faraday cage shielding for affected persons. Attempting to access this network redirected browsers to a webpage containing a variety of messages, of similar format but differing in content between individuals. Example messages on a website associated with an affected individual (D-1855000) have been attached below. D-1855000 professed no familiarity with the content of the messages, and efforts to trace persons involved have been unsuccessful. |
SCP-4996 | euclid | Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4996 is to be contained in a standard humanoid cell, with the door engraved with the glyphs depicted in Technical Document 4996-2. Any restraints placed on SCP-4996 must be constructed from iron that was quenched in river water. Description: SCP-4996 is a Tartarean-Class demonic entity that will attempt to orchestrate deals with any person who comes near to them. Any deals will be interpreted by the meaning of the request, often resulting in a beneficial outcome for the other party, but this is accompanied by an unintended side effect1. These effects seem to be largely unrelated to the terms of the original deal, though the effects' severity will often scale with the deal's complexity. Discovery: SCP-4996 was discovered on 10.07.2019, after a raid on a cult known as The Watchers of Purgatory was conducted by Mobile Task Force Upsilon-11 ("Avalon's Wake") after the disappearance of the first team, Omicron-1. The following video was recovered from the ruins of the warehouse. ▶Video Log | 08.07.2019◀ ▷Video Log | 08.07.2019◁ Video Log Transcript Date: 08.07.2019 [BEGIN LOG] [Camera turns on. The torso of a man in a purple robe, identified only as "Brother Mattias", can be seen. He backs away from the camera and gives a thumbs up to twelve similarly clad people standing around a pentagram.] Brother Mattias: It's on. Our sacred summoning can now commence, my brethren. Assembled Cultists: And such is Our Path. Let His love guide us to our salvation. [Brother Mattias walks to the circle and pulls a tome from his robe.] Brother Mattias: I, Brother Mattias, welcome you here as we embark on this journey. Have you prepared the tools? [All members pull long, ceremonial knives from their sleeves.] Brother Mattias: Let the sacrifice begin. [The cultists draw the knives across their hands and let the blood fall onto the ground. The pentagram begins to glow a deep purple. A fire bursts into life at the center of the circle.] Cultist 2: He's coming! [A form coalesces in the center and the fire expands outward to reveal a humanoid with large horns2.] SCP-4996: Who… Wait. Where am I? Brother Mattias: Oh Great Deliverer. We seek to claim your blessing and enter Purgatory upon our deaths. SCP-4996: Wait. From me? Are you- [SCP-4996 crouches and examines the writing on the pentagram.] SCP-4996: Yep. Just what I thought. Brother Mattias: Did… we do something wrong? [SCP-4996 gestures for Brother Mattias to come closer. It then points to a portion of the circle.] SCP-4996: Simple mistake. You wrote [Untranscribable], instead of [Untranscribable]. See? That symbol needs an accent and more flourish. I bet you meant to summon my dad. [An explosion is heard. Gunshots are heard and a Task Force member is seen in the far right of the frame.] [END LOG] The Task Force member in the above video was confirmed to be from Omicron-1. SCP-4996 was found sitting in the kitchen of the ritual site, smoking a cigarette and playing solitaire. The tome used to summon SCP-4996 has been cataloged and transcripts are available to all personnel with Level 2 clearances. Addendum-01 | Interview-01: The following interview was conducted after SCP-4996 was transported to Site-12 in an attempt to discover the whereabouts of the missing Task Force, as well as additional information. ▶Interview-01 | 12.07.2019◀ ▷Interview-01 | 12.07.2019◁ Interviewed: SCP-4996 Interviewer: Doctor Alexandra Virgil <Begin Log> Dr. Virgil: Good morning, SCP-4996. I have a few questions for you. SCP-4996: And I've got a ton of questions for you. The human world is so exciting! Dr. Virgil: Is this your- SCP-4996: First time? Yep! Dr. Virgil: Well, um, welcome? I guess? SCP-4996: Thank you! Okay, do you want to go first? Or should I? Dr. Virgil: I'll start. What happened to the Task Force sent to your summoning? We lost all contact with them about ten minutes after they breached the site. SCP-4996: Was that the four people? The nice lady with the funny accent, the two big guys, and the lady with the sword? Dr. Virgil: I believe so, yes. SCP-4996: I made a deal with them. It's what my dad does, so I figured that I should, you know, continue the legacy. I mean, family business. Dr. Virgil: And what kind of business is this? SCP-4996: Well, as you can probably guess, Hell is overpopulated. I mean, I figured humans were kinda bad? But your guys like shot a bunch of people as an opener, which was crazy to watch. Anyways, my dad works with Angels to cut deals with the people who are like, average. Not great, not terrible, you know? Spend some time in Purgatory and then you can go to Heaven. Dr. Virgil: Don't Angels and Demons hate each other? SCP-4996: Not really? It's kinda like cats and dogs? Yeah, there's fighting, but that's mostly like individuals. My grandma was actually an Angel. Dr. Virgil: I still don't really understand what you're getting at. SCP-4996: He's like a contract lawyer for boring people who don't belong either place. People summon him, he makes the deals, ya know? Dr. Virgil: So, you offered them a ticket to Heaven? SCP-4996: Oh, I'm not actually allowed to do that. I um… needed practice so I… I think I might have made a mistake. Dr. Virgil: What? SCP-4996: Okay, first off. I'm new to this. Deals, trades, contracts. I just finished my first year at school, so I'm still learning the ropes. So uh, keep that in mind. Dr. Virgil: Okay. SCP-4996: Second. I don't know, like anything about the mortal realm. Hell and Heaven run on very different rules. But that brings me to my first question. Are the Marvel movies, like, based on real events? Dr. Virgil: No, they're completely ficti… Oh no. You didn't. SCP-4996: I might have given them superpowers then. Dr. Virgil: Every fucking day. Ahem. Well, what was the price? SCP-4996: The… shit. I'm zero and two, aren't I? Hey! I'm inexperienced, so it might wear off or [Audio Not Recorded] Dr. Virgil: What was that last part? SCP-4996: It might, um, have… unintended side effects? Dr. Virgil: You're kidding. SCP-4996: Look, I was just trying to impress my dad. He's got a lot of expectations for me. I'll sort this out. Or try to. Dr. Virgil: Well, can you tell me what powers they have? Like a ballpark guess? SCP-4996: Im… Immortality? Or was it Indestructibility? Maybe some other things? I don't remember. Dr. Virgil: [The sound of teeth grinding can be heard.] Really? Just something as easy to fix as immortality? Great. SCP-4996: Can we do my questions now? <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4996 was transferred to its current cell following this interview. All members of Omicron-1 were found unconscious at the base of Niagara Falls by Canadian authorities and currently reside in Site-12 in medically induced comas. Addendum-02 | Test Logs: A sample of conducted tests is provided below. SCP-4996 was not prompted or coerced at any point and only willing personnel were utilized. Test Number: 00 - Not Authorized Subject: Jeffrey Helms, Security Guard. Request: A candy bar wrapper that, when kept in a pocket, will produce a new candy bar instantaneously. Price: A small portion of the original candy bar. Outcome: Helms developed a minor cavity on his upper left molar. Originally believed to be nonanomalous, all known dental techniques have proven incapable of filling the cavity. Helms has described the cavity as "a super minor inconvenience." Test Number: 03 Subject: D-27631, convicted of three homicides. Permitted in testing based on loyalty to the Foundation and good behavior. Request: Peace for the families he had hurt. Price: N/A Outcome: SCP-4996 declined and said that this was outside of its abilities, but offered to make D-27631 forget about it, which D-27631 accepted. A ten-year gap in memory was noted in the subject. Following the test, other D-Class began to have dreams consistent with D-27631's forgotten memories. Test Number: 05 Subject: Doctor Bradley Robins Request: The ability to paint at a professional level. Price: A painting for SCP-4996's cell, subject of said painting not specified. Outcome: Dr. Robins gained the ability to paint with a technique and style similar to Rembrandt. In the week following the test, a zipper manifested across Dr. Robins' torso. Over the course of the next six days, the contents of his torso (lungs, heart, digestive system) transformed into a liquid chemically similar to oil-based paint and permeated his bloodstream, leaving his torso completely hollow. Dr. Robins noted no loss of functionality and has begun to use the space to store art supplies. Test Number: 07 Subject: Doctor Janet Shelby Request: To be five centimeters taller. Price: N/A Outcome: Dr. Shelby began to experience rapid skeletal growth, with the bones of her forearms and calves bursting through the skin in less than ten seconds. Examination of Dr. Shelby showed that her skin was "rippling like water," with all of her bones shattering and reforming several times every second. The repeated fracturing of all skeletal structures within Dr. Shelby's body generated cracking sounds in excess of 165 decibels at ten meters away. After thirty minutes, bone fragments exited the body through various orifices and solidified on her skin. After ten minutes, Dr. Shelby was completely covered in a calcium-based exoskeleton. All growth and movement stopped fifteen minutes later. After six hours, Dr. Shelby emerged from the exoskeleton and immediately informed the other researchers that she had felt no pain during the process. Testing showed that she was in perfect health, with the only abnormality being that her skin was now primarily composed of a calcium-based material that was able to harden reflexively to prevent damage. Total growth was marked at six centimeters. Test Number: 10 Subject: Doctor Jeremy Blake, Marine Parabiologist Request: The ability to breathe underwater. Price: A pool party that SCP-4996 could attend. Outcome: Dr. Blake manifested gills on his wrists that sealed completely when not submerged. During the three tests of this ability, Dr. Blake was harassed by seven species of fish, two species of sharks, and one octopus. Upon reviewing the footage, Dr. Blake concluded that each animal was attempting to engage in sexual intercourse with him. This effect does not seem to extend to aquatic mammals. Addendum: Dr. Blake was hospitalized on 29.11.2019 after an encounter with a Physeter macrocephalus on a research expedition. Test-11 - Redacted Staff are no longer allowed to request anything related to their bodies or psyche. Test Number: 12 Subject: One Homarus Americanus Request: Not Disclosed. Price: N/A Outcome: No visible physical changes were initially noted within Specimen-12. SCP-4996 did not share the details of the deal with staff members, only remarking that “she [the lobster] should have an easier time changing clothes now.” Specimen-12, previously suffering from a parasite, displayed no signs of infection afterwards. Following the test, termination was attempted via boiling water to no effect. Specimen-12 currently resides in a large aquarium on site. Test Number: 13 Subject: Doctor Amanda Waleck Request: To return her pet cat, Elvis, to life. Price: To pet said cat following its resurrection. Outcome: No signs of life were detected from the cat. That night, Dr. Waleck reported that possums with the tails of cats began to manifest in her proximity whenever she was alone. Several of these opossums, of the species Didelphis virginiana, were captured for study. All instances, designated SCP-4996-P, are capable of verbal communication, speaking an unknown amount of languages with the voice of the late Elvis Presley, but prefer to communicate with humans and other SCP-4996-P instances with deep human-like meows3. Instances disappear after one hour. Addendum-03 | Interview-02: The following interview was conducted after Test-13. ▶Interview-02 | 07.12.2019◀ ▷Interview-02 | 07.12.2019◁ Interviewed: SCP-4996 Interviewer: Doctor Alexandra Virgil <Begin Log> Dr. Virgil: Good afternoon, SCP-4996. Are you settling in alright? SCP-4996: Oh yes. This is so much nicer than those boarding schools my dad kept putting me up in. Dr. Virgil: Hell has boarding schools? SCP-4996: We're not animals, you know. But anyhow. All these new people? I'm making such a huge difference in their lives. It really feels fantastic. Dr. Virgil: Um. SCP-4996: Like the guy who liked fish? Now he can just hang out with them. Like as long as he wants. I bet my dad's never helped anybody like this. Dr. Virgil: What about the- [A popping sound is heard, followed by scurrying.] SCP-4996: Oh hey! Dr. Waleck must be nearby. Dr. Virgil: What the fuck is that? SCP-4996-P: Pardon me, pretty lady. Do you mind if I serenade ya? Dr. Virgil: I would prefer that you do not. I'm trying to conduct an interview. SCP-4996-P: Your loss, sweetcheeks. You'll find I ain't no hound dog. [Several moments of silence follow.] Dr. Virgil: Please stop petting it. SCP-4996: Aw come on, he likes it. Dr. Virgil: I really can't get one easy day, huh? SCP-4996-P: Sorry darling, but this cat's gotta purrrrrrrrrrr. Dr. Virgil: [Sharp inhale.] Anyway. What were you saying about your father? SCP-4996: He wants me to be a lawyer, like him. But that like only helps humans when they die, which isn't really much help at all. Dr. Virgil: Okay, in your mind, what's the alternative? SCP-4996: Duh. I stay here and help humans before they die. Like a wish-granting superhero. I'm really getting a hang on these powers, don't ya think? Dr. Virgil: I don't- SCP-4996: Look at all the good I've done already. I helped a man recover from his past, gave a lady super tough skin, and a bunch of other cool stuff. Like those Task Force guys. I bet they're out there, saving the world. Come on, I've got this hero thing in the bag. Dr. Virgil: I'll humor you. What's your superhero name? SCP-4996: I don't know yet, but Elvis Possley is gonna be my sidekick. Dr. Virgil: Elvis Poss… SCP-4996-P: You rang, gorgeous? <End Log> Closing Statement: Despite remarks about becoming a "superhero," SCP-4996 has not attempted to escape from Site-12 at any point. Following this interview, it was provided with several thaumaturgical texts and rituals, which SCP-4996 has proven exceptionally helpful in deciphering. Footnotes 1. Considered to fall into the Monkey's Paw Demonic Contract category, though this is only speculation. 2. Identified as SCP-4996 3. They can be coaxed into talking by misquoting an Elvis Presley song, or mentioning Elvis in a condescending or negative way. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4996" by Dyslexion, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4996. 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-4997 | keter | SCP-4997: Cauldros Author: ItsDenali and thanks to ImtheStarman and keyii for review help. Image Credit: The graphic and photo are homemade. Relevant information gathered from Wikipedia, NOAA, and Yellowstone Nat. Park Observatory websites, and this graphic (CC 3.0 Unported) was my primary reference for the hotspot map. Huge thanks to pingd for translating this page into Chinese, you can read it here! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4997 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo An outpost of Provisional Site-72, tasked with monitoring and reporting unusual seismic activity in the Madison Junction area of Yellowstone National Park. Special Containment Procedures: At present, direct containment of SCP-4997 is not possible. Secondary containment methods are limited to studying SCP-4997 to gain a better understanding of its behavior and the development of methods to control or neutralize it. Research is to be conducted primarily at Provisional Site-72, at Yellowstone National Park. Because the caldera is situated in a U.S. National Park, no realistic way of keeping civilians out of the area without arousing suspicion is possible; to compensate, civilian activity within the caldera is to be monitored and acted upon as necessary. Although only the Foundation and a select few GoIs possess technology capable of detecting SCP-4997 in its current position, any information indicating a third-party discovery of it is to be suppressed and its source investigated. Neutralization of SCP-4997 is of extreme priority due to its potential to cause catastrophic damage to the geological integrity of the Yellowstone Caldera, a worldwide economic depression, and an ßK-Class "Lifted Veil"1 scenario. Authorization from the O5 Council for neutralization via anomalous means is pending has been approved. In the event that SCP-4997 successfully breaches the Earth's crust at its current location, all personnel and civilians within 100 kilometers of the point of exit, thereafter designated Point-Γ, will be considered lost. Point-Γ and the affected area surrounding it, designated Area Φ, is to be sealed off from as much outside attention as possible through any means necessary. Once SCP-4997 has emerged, all Foundation assets within 200 kilometers of Area Φ are to be utilized to neutralize the subject.2 Should these efforts fail, all Foundation personnel worldwide are to prepare for an ßK-Class "Lifted Veil" scenario. SCP-4997's historical breaching locations and volcanically-affected areas. Description: SCP-4997 is a massive organism currently located somewhere in the magma chambers beneath the Yellowstone caldera in Wyoming, USA. Likely resembling a large reptilian, estimates put its size anywhere between 15 to 30 kilometers long by 3 kilometers wide. Additional data suggests SCP-4997 possesses at least 300 limbs along its body that would theoretically enable terrestrial locomotion if on land. SCP-4997 is thought to be roughly 16 million years old and to have primarily resided somewhere between the crust and asthenosphere underneath the North American tectonic plate near the border of Idaho and Wyoming for all of its known history. Judging from the geological record of the Snake River Plane, SCP-4997 is believed to undergo a semi-regular cycle of dormancy and activity, typically "sleeping" until awakening during so-called "breaching" events every few million years. During these events, SCP-4997 will breach the Earth's crust, causing catastrophic localized damage to the area before later returning to the Earth's interior; these breaches generate drastically increased volcanic activity in the surrounding areas. New breaches have always occurred within 200 kilometers of the previous emergence point, and SCP-4997 is not thought to have ever emerged from a previously breached site. Foundation biologists believe this behavior to be feeding-oriented, however the collective flora and fauna surrounding historical emergence points should not be even remotely enough food to sustain an organism of this size. Additional theories claim it may be photosynthetic or feed off of some other resource absent underground. Investigations into SCP-4997's motivation for breaching are underway due to their potential applications for neutralization. Discovery: SCP-4997 was first discovered on 9/12/16 by Foundation personnel planted at the Yellowstone Research Center who had augmented the Center's research equipment with Foundation technology to attempt to detect an unrelated anomaly, which was at the time believed to be hiding underground somewhere nearby. The agents noticed unusual readings in the magma chambers beneath the Park and pursued further study which confirmed the existence of what is now designated SCP-4997. Provisional Site-72 was erected in the Park to further the study of SCP-4997 the following year. In the summer of 2017 a Site researcher proposed SCP-4997's breaching behavior, citing the geologic record of the Snake River Plane in a paper to the Site Director, Dr. Jaskes. Further investigation into the proposal using [DATA REDACTED DUE TO INSUFFICIENT SECURITY CLEARANCE] confirmed with 98.76% accuracy that the researcher was correct in her inquiry.3 Following this discovery, the Site's primary objective was changed to focus on the neutralization of SCP-4997. SCP-4997 Historical Activity Log: Breach Point Notes Approximate Occurrence Owyhee-Humboldt Caldera First known site of SCP-4997 activity. 16 MYA4 Bruneau-Jarbridge Caldera Ensuing eruption terminates surface life within a 160km radius. Unusually high, possibly anomalous amounts of silicate-rich, rhyolitic magma detected in pyroclastic flow beds. 15-13 MYA Twin Falls Caldera Very similar to the Bruneau-Jarbridge eruption, in addition to fine ashfall spreading to distances greater than 1,000 kilometers away. 12-10 MYA Hagerman Caldera Occurred within an extremely short time of the occurrence of the Picabo Caldera, which would be formed soon after; motivation for SCP-4997’s apparent early breaching remains unknown. 12-8 MYA Picabo Caldera Occurred within an extremely short time of the formation of the Hagerman Caldera; motivation for SCP-4997’s apparent early breaching remains unknown. 10-8 MYA Heise Caldera Occurred much earlier than anticipated based on previous breaching patterns. Could indicate an acceleration of time between dormant and active periods. 6-4 MYA Yellowstone Plateau The most recent breaching event to date. Taking the possible breaching pattern’s acceleration and recent geological activity into consideration, SCP-4997 could breach within the next 50 years. 2.1-0.6 MYA Addendum 4997-A: 8/3/18 marked the beginning of a gradual increase in the intensity and frequency of seismological activity in the vicinity of the Yellowstone Caldera. Taking the historical rate at which SCP-4997 has emerged into account, it can be inferred that SCP-4997's current dormant period is ending and SCP-4997 could be preparing to breach. It is unknown when exactly it will occur, but according to additional research it could be as soon as 2025. + Input Level 4 Security Credentials - Withdraw Level 4 Security Credentials Note from Dr. Jaskes: It’s almost funny. At first the researchers all marveled about how “amazing,” and “incredible,” this discovery was, and admittedly I felt the same for the first while. A massive lava-creature had been sleeping beneath our very feet for god knows how long and we had no idea for the longest time; rather Lovecraftian, although it’s not like we haven’t dealt with things like that before. We theorized about its cell structure, how it reproduced if it indeed could, and how a species even began to develop down there. It was a whole new frontier for biology, “asthenobiology,” I think one of my colleagues referred to it as. Once our awe had faded, reality set in and we began to realize the magnitude of what we had discovered. Have you ever read of the Toba supereruption that happened tens of thousands of years back? It almost wiped humanity from the face of the Earth. Yellowstone could be similar. It’s no secret that the Yellowstone caldera has always had an air of impending yet admittedly majestic doom about it. You can pick up any tabloid newspaper nowadays and odds are you will see some article about how Yellowstone is “about to erupt,” and “we’re all doomed.” Anywhere you look about Yellowstone there’s some guide or video about how its eruption will plunge the world into a massive winter, people will starve, airplanes won’t work, yada, yada. So, we set out to find a way to neutralize this amazing creature, as rich in scientific potential as it was. Then we found the second one, and the third, and the fourth. By the time we noticed the triplets sleeping beneath Mount Vesuvius we realized the Foundation had a bigger problem on its hands; these things weren't just at our front door, they were all over the whole proverbial neighborhood; Ethiopia, Sitkin, even Cleveland5; we had just never seen anything out of place, and why would we? Between the deadly, inexplicable, and simply bizarre things the Foundation already has to deal with on a daily basis here on the surface, the idea of having to deal with something of this magnitude from below seemed far from favorable. Soon enough we began to connect the dots and marveled at our own blindness. These creatures, these embodiments of ancientry itself, you could say, have been wreaking untold havoc for longer than we can imagine. To make matters worse, the geological record revealed something even more terrifying; many of them are overdue. These behemoths can practically eat mountain ranges for breakfast and there are untold hordes of them waking up on our doorstep, like lit fuses running short. So how long do we have before those fuses run out? I digress. You know the mantra, “we die in the dark, so you may live in the light," but sooner or later one of these behemoths will breach, and when that happens we won’t be able to stop it, and that "light" might go out forever. — Dr. Jaskes Footnotes 1. A K-Class Scenario in which the general public is made aware of the Foundation and anomalous entities in general. 2. The use of nuclear and anomalous weaponry has been approved for such uses 3. She was later commended for her initiative and promoted to Assistant Site Director on the authority of the Site Director. 4. Million Years Ago 5. Cleveland, Alaska. Not to be confused with Cleveland, Ohio. |
SCP-4998 | keter | close Info X SCP-4998: Space Available, Inquire Within Author: $sc(rn)p$ (More from this author.) The Incident HABSPA SCP-4998 instantiation (detailed below). Item: SCP-4998 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation influence is being utilized to socially engineer the artistic preference for interrupted, angular geometries in architecture so as to minimize the size of SCP-4998 instances. Comparative influences are being propagated in the use of mosaics, murals, and arabesques upon pre-existing structures. Agents embedded into localized urban subcultures are to covertly generate graffiti upon offending advertisements on-sight, per Operation Banksy. Wherever possible, events that coordinate the aggregation of uniformly-colored clothing or signage are to be stymied by planted agents or by other means of civil disruption. Description: SCP-4998 is the designation for a group of advertisements that spontaneously manifest in spaces previously unutilized for commercial marketing. Potential habitats for SCP-4998 include both physical and digital negative spaces. The advertisements house potent visual and/or auditory memetic agents that disproportionately increase the desirability of the featured product or company. Instances can be either static or dynamic, and most often appear in areas where the possibility of exposure is relatively high (e.g. highly-urban environments or websites with significant traffic). Physical mediums typically involve building materials, but instances have been observed on the superficial layers of biological tissues, such as the skin and other organs.1 Investigation regarding the origin and dissemination of SCP-4998 persists. Manifestation occurs via ill-understood means over the course of approximately 30 seconds to twelve minutes, irrespective of size or location. Adverts can appear on parchment that is attached to surfaces2 or be directly upon surfaces by means of paint, ink, etchings, or unexplained pigmentation of the native material. SCP-4998 occupies digital spaces by incorporating itself into the source code and can adopt a multitude of known and unknown languages. Attempts to efface the advertisements have been met with unexpected difficulties; physical instantiations are either indelible or anomalously affixed to the affected structure while digital ones do not respond to editing the code. SCP-4998 instances upon physical surfaces can be managed either by applying concealment such as paint or by demolishing the involved structure entirely. Both are considered temporary, as recurrence rates are high and there are currently no known means to prevent SCP-4998's ongoing annexation of negative spaces. Companies linked to SCP-4998 instances consistently deny placing or contracting the advertisements. Despite a recognizable motive for such companies, no tangible evidence has yet to be established in a court of law.3 The Foundation has inserted auditory and visual memetic components within the presentations of involved judicial practitioners to discourage the consideration that the etiology of the advertisements may be preternatural. The majority of cases resolve without official litigation, the most likely explanation considered to be the work of highly-skilled stencil-graffiti artists. List of Notable Instances Incident HABSPA PoI-4998-1 Media Gallery Instance: 6 Location: Taj Mahal - Agra, India Size: 40m x 40m Notes: An advert for a Japanese car manufacturer, etched into the structure by unknown means. The mausoleum has been coated with memetic nanotechnology to make the advert virtually undetectable and will need to be demolished for definite removal.4 Instance: 8 Location: www.██████.com5 Size: 200p x 250p Notes: An advert for consolidated financial solutions. Embedded code identified as XHTML. Attempts to remove are unsuccessful. Site's services not interrupted due to projected financial loss, advert remains.6 Instance: 9 Location: Target Import Warehouse - Savannah, Georgia, USA Size: 27 square acres Notes: An advert for Wal-Mart. Was painted and appeared on the roof, which is the most identifiable structure from an aerial perspective in the region. Was painted over with significant cost and labor. Instance: 14 Location: PoI-4998-2 Size: 15cm x 8cm Notes: An advert for Cola-Cola was spontaneously inserted onto the forehead of child movie star ██████ ████, now PoI-4998-2. Complete removal necessitated surgical excision and grafting, as the advert extended onto the subdermal and dural tissues. The incident was caught quickly enough to quell potential public and familial exposure. This resulted in cosmetic changes that ended the career of the child. Cover-story regarding a motor vehicle accident distributed. Instance: 16 Location: 45°58′35.0″N 7°39′31.0″E Size: ~700m x 675m Notes: Advert for a purified, bottled water product with dynamic images depicting individuals hiking with the product prominently displayed. Corporealized upon the South-facing slope of Matterhorn and in the presence of several onlooking hikers. The possibility that SCP-4998 is "learning" to target certain demographics is now being investigated as legitimate. Instance: 21 Address: ███████████ Size: 154p x 192p Notes: The first of several advertisements that appear upon digital documentation on the SCiPNET server and the database's files, including files with up to Level 5 Security Clearance. Adverts combated with real-time suppression of algorithmic A.I. Instance: 23 Location: Los Angeles, CA Size: 14cm x 14cm Notes: Several adverts for McDonald’s appeared at various locations on players’ jerseys over the course of the second quarter of an NBA game. The event was broadcast to an estimated audience of 1,180,000 viewers. Engineered countermemetics were promptly displayed in place of commercial inserts. Neither the percentage of viewers who noticed the manifestation nor the success of the counterinnocuoation can be accurately estimated. Instance: 25 Location: Penn State University Size: 54m x 28m Notes: Several hundred were killed at a football game wherein a “white out”7 was being performed. An advertisement quickly manifested over the reported area, crushing and/or bisecting the civilians as it incorporated into their collective mass. The internal “logic” of SCP-4998 likely misinterpreted the collective as a negative space. Class-naught amnestics distributed via agricultural aircraft, cover-story developed around stadium structural collapse. Instance: 30 Location: Igualada, Spain Size: ~20m x 20m Notes: See “Incident HABSPA” Instance: 34 Location: 22°S 17°E Size: ~3000m x 3000m Notes: An inordinate advertisement promoting travel to the USA appeared across the visible sky above Namibia, Africa. The number of individuals exposed is unknown, however local airports were soon thereafter overrun with individuals wishing to travel to the USA. They were treated with class-naught memory impairment, which proved vital to information containment, and were subsequently redispersed. Their numbers were estimated in the 1.5 millions. The advertisement vanished shortly after a storm system arrived in the area 2 days later. Instance: 45 Location: Site-49, Weaponry Annex, East wall Size: 3.2m x 3.2m Notes: See “PoI-4998-1” Instance: 51 Location: Thoracic cavity of Agent Belopolsky (right upper lobe, right lower lobe, left upper lobe, left lower lobe of lungs). Size: 3cm-10cm in diameter (4 total). Notes: Advert for home health nursing services. Resulted in the respiratory arrest and sudden death of Agent Belopolsky. As of instance 51, SCP-4998 is assumed to be capable of complex forethought. Instance: 54 Location: Office wall of O5-5. Size: 1m x 1m Notes: Advert for Liberty Life Insurance. Was taken as a deliberate threat, O5-5 evacuated and taken to ████. Security threat level for O5s escalated and protocols initiated. Incident HABSPA On 7/5/17, the Foundation insignia appeared over the course of approximately twelve minutes upon the surface of an inflated hot air balloon which was participating in the annual European Balloon Festival in Igualada, Spain. Upon its recognition by field agents, an aerial unit was dispatched to escort the aircraft to a remote location. Upon landing, the insignia was found to be indistinguishable from the material used to construct the envelope of the balloon. The witnesses were given standard-issue amnestics. However, residual curiosity of the insignia and its correlating entity remained, likely due to the strength of the memetic effect in SCP-4998 instantiations. A bivalent effort began to quickly design a highly-communicable counteragent; one branch undertook the creation of an counter-meme , the other an amnestic. The result of this pressurized research was the development of “class-naught” bacterioamnestics8, which were applied prophylactically across a radius of ~1200m, effectively amnesticizing an estimated 14,000 individuals. The passengers of the balloon were reconnoitered and questioned. All denied knowledge of the insignia's presence. They were deemed reliable and released after chronic installment of the mentioned class-naught amnestics. After 4 days of isolation in storage at the nearest provisional site, the insignia disappeared from the surface of the balloon (confirmational footage remains). It has been theorized that this was due, at least in part, to a diminishment of potential viewership, which the instantiation may have somehow been sensitive to. Additional containment procedures are being authored that incorporate the isolation of movable instances. + Pending Containment Procedures - Minimize Instantiations of SCP-4998 that appear on transportable surfaces that are not successfully treated by initial methods are to be mobilized into Foundation-supervised concealment for a minimum of four days. This is particularly indicated for individuals who experience manifestations upon the skin. Such individuals are to be acquired by clandestine means and maintained in a medically induced coma while managed by Foundation medical services for purposes of both cost and informational containment. Those in relational proximity to the contained individual are to be subject to the indicated memory impairment until the contained individual is released. + Security Clearance Level 5 Required: Input CredentialsAd PoI-4998-1 On 7/13/18, an instance of SCP-4998 appeared on Foundation Site-49's Eastern wall of the Weaponry annex that was heat-branded upon the building material. The advert, the manifestation of which was captured by video feeds, was a placeholder which read "Ad space available, inquire at [REDACTED]." Upon calling the number, an individual who referred to himself as "Miguel" answered. Below are transcripts of all conversations. Ad 7/14/18 (The line rings.) Miguel: And who do I have the pleasure of speaking with today? Agent Belopolsky: This is Agent Charles Belopolsky. Miguel: Ah, from the Foundation, yes? Fantastic organization. Just great. Agent Belopolsky: So you've planted the number specifically for us? Miguel: Naturally. Agent Belopolsky: I'm afraid nothing about this is natural. Miguel: Nothing comes more naturally to me than business. And I've got a lot of money. How do you think I got it? Real estate ads. Now it's everything ads. You must have been tasked with finding out how my marketing services operate. Of course. Well that means I have quite an audience. Quite an informational presentation I've got for you here. (excitedly) Is O5 listening as well? Hello! Great stuff. Agent Belopolsky: How is it that you know of us? Miguel: The Foundation? Ca'mon. From my history lessons. A select few of us have been taught all about the big Foundation. Y'all were the best. Were. Unbelievable though. Without you, or your anomalies rather, the wars would be much less interesting, much less profitable. What a treasure trove. Just sitting there, all with their own addresses and instructions. Just great. Agent Belopolsky: I don't quite understand. Miguel: Come on now, yes you do. Yes you do. Don't make me spell it out exactly, someone could be listening. Temporal anomalies, shifts, integrations, re-integrations, displacements…it's all there in your database already, no? Oops…or don't you have the required clearance level for those? Nice. Right, I forgot about that tiered system. I barely passed that history class if I recall correctly…it was some time ago…bad teacher. I told that teacher she was fired, and she was. At 9 years old, can'ya believe it?! I sure can. Good grades otherwise, the best. Agent Belopolsky: Okay. If you're from the future and such temporal maneuvers are possible, then how haven't we been contacted by say, one of our own? Surely we would have important information to tell ourselves. Miguel: I may have violated some minor intertemporal laws to be here. Easy for an individual of my persuasion and influence to do. Oops there I go. Ah well. Not that you have the jurisdiction to do anything about it. Or the capability. Only Nestlé does…Johnson&Johnson too, maybe. Maybe Nabisco. Definitely not anybody else, not you guys, not anymore. Me, soon, very soon. We’ll see…what you don't believe me? Trust me when I say this: believe me. Ok? Agent Belopolsky: I see. So you are a…trans-chronal felon? Miguel: Well it's not felonious really, just sort of illegal. There are some investigations goin on, or ongoing, I dunno. They can't really end if I keep committing crimes, can they? (chuckles) I'm kidding. I'm a kidder. People think I’m very funny, strangers do too. Agent Belopolsky: … Miguel: Did I lose you there? Tell me if you can hear me. Hello? Agent Belopolsky: I'm here. Miguel: Oh. I thought "Damn AT&T". Is that who you use? They are really losing territory. Poor management, you gotta have good managerial leadership to survive out there. You're receiving orders through the feed from your peers probably. Am I right? I have a knack for being right. That's what led me to start this business. Real successful, lemme tell you. Agent Belopolsky: Let's cut the shit here. We're interested in the "history" of the Foundation. Miguel: Of course. Well I won't say much, so you know. Let’s be clear. The more I stir up here in the film(?), the faster I get the Trustees knocking on my door. Ads, even big ones, are one thing…but…information of that nature is so sensitive not even your O5's could touch it. Believe me. I'm here to simply offer you monetary and military leverage in the decades to come, enough to compete with the corporations. See, one day you won't be containing anomalies, but CEOs, unnaturally powerful CEOs. Now. You’ve witnessed the influence I can create; so lets make a deal. Agent Belopolsky: You really did fail your history lessons. There are very few if any agencies or entities in better martial posturing than we are right now. We don't see that changing or being challenged by any corporation, much less most governments. I've got to point out, you aren't very prepared for this business meeting, you haven't thought of how we would be able to trust you; you could be a saboteur. Maybe we're imposingly successful in the future and that's why you're here. With a Trojan horse. Miguel: A Trogan wha? Sir, I am in the business of retrospective economic warfare…a black market operation of course, but the whole of the war effort is really…comparatively, I am benign, really. So many others are and need to be put into the void(?), but not me, not me. Listen, I am coming to you…show some thanks…with an offer that is mutualistic. That's all I'm here for. I am a man of my word, you'll see. Plus I already put an ad basically on your front door; I’ve got no tricks, could’ve and would’ve by now. That I'm offering you some help should be a hint to you. Ok ok, I’ll say this about your organization; turns out it is much easier to gain territory and employees when you don’t have to remain a secret from the masses. Get it? Agent Belopolsky: Why contact us via telephone of all things? Miguel: It's a forgotten technology. Less likely that the Trustees will catch on. Agent Belopolsky: You've mentioned war several times now. I assume it is between these Trustees? Miguel: Oh yes. I started this operation just before the seventh Great Corporate War actually. Started it with just a little help from my father. Agent Belopolsky: Who makes up the armies? Miguel: Who do you think? Agent Belopolsky: I find the idea of corporations warring with each other and their armies being made of either employees or those loyal to the brands kind of ridiculous and unbelievable. Miguel: Really? Is your clairvoyance really that underdeveloped? Sorry, I'm sorry really. That's no way to treat a potential client. I'm a nice guy, a good guy. Really. Look, I am genuinely shocked this is an alarming concept to you. All I can say really is that communism will not win. You guys still got commies? Agent Belopolsky: Alright, so let me get this clear for the record: You influence the assets of major corporations as part of a future intracapitalist war effort? Miguel: Well technically I influence the past assets of major and previously minor corporations as part of the current intracapitalist war effort. But hey I get what you mean, I get it. It's rather close to home of a concept actually, isn't it? A bit backwards in these days…the corporations sort of hide behind the war efforts instead of outwardly sponsoring them, but yes, we don't use the word "nation" or "country" anymore. Those are silly, archaic words that will get you laughed at. Not that I've been laughed at, I haven't. Ever. People take me very seriously. Unless I’m making them laugh. It's all corporations though, they run it all. Religions; they are sponsored by companies. Some have become ones themselves. Sleeping; we have ads inserted into our dreams and onto our mirrors in the morning. Eating; Nestlé sponsors the very act; 23rd Century Fox, copulation. This is all normal, real normal. Bottled water could have been your bit of foreshadowing, but hey. Nobody's perfect, mkay? Not even yours truly. Close though, very very close. Now are you interested in purchasing some ad space or not? Agent Belopolsky: Of course we aren't. I thought you were the clairvoyant one. Miguel: Shame. Why do you think I made such a splash with these ads? I mean we really could tap the fledgling interdimensional markets together. It'd be the best, no one has better access than me, no one. So if you ever want to put those anomalous temporal spaces to good use, you know what number to call, Agent Ambassador. Ok? Buh-bye now, buh-bye. (The call is ended.) 05/28/19 (The line rings.) Miguel: Yellow? Agent Belopolsky: This is Charles Belopolsky. Miguel: Who is this? Agent Belopolsky: I'm with the Foundation. Miguel: Wait wait. Just wait. I know who you are ok? I remember. You're Clairvoyant Chuck. See? I have a great memory…one of the best ever. I am the least forgetful person you have ever seen, uh'k? Now what can I do for you Ambassador? Agent Belopolsky: We're prepared to make a deal. Miguel: Ah! Perfect, perfect. You bluebird. I shouldn't say it, but I knew you'd call back. I have a way with deals. It's in my bloodline. So what are we looking at here? Info for money? Let me post up a bant and we will get this rolling. Agent Belopolsky: We'll pay to you reproduce the Foundation logo within the headquarters of a GoI. Are you around a console? Miguel: Yes. Agent Belopolsky: I'm going to give you the reference code. It's A039d. Miguel: I see. Okay okay. (can be heard chuckling) Wow, but is anybody really surprised? Oh my. A rival GoI, eh? Agent Belopolsky: They currently do not have the requisite measures to qualify as a "rival". In any case, we'd like just some sporadic insignias if possible, preferably with a morale-reducing memetic in-tow. Miguel: Ah, I see. There's just one problem. One big problem. Agent Belopolsky: What's that? Miguel: I can materialize the ads, but I can't guarantee they'll stay for very long. Agent Belopolsky: Why? Miguel: The numbers. It's no good. To stay, the ads need a certain amount of attention focused upon them to work. Very advanced for you. High-tech stuff. I guess it's kinda like the old solar energy panels you all are gaga for. What a farce. Blackouts everywhere. What a mistake. Agent Belopolsky: That isn't really the crux of the matter, we don't need the help. Truthfully, it's the only way the Ethics committee would approve the transaction, and so the information we want. So just do what you can. Miguel: Right. Ethics. What a farce. Blackouts everywhere. What a mistake. Agent Belopolsky: How will we pay you? Miguel: Write me an I.O.U. in official letterhead. I'll have it cashed in my time…there's a nice deflation going on now, conversion factor is good. Real good for Miguel. Not surprised. Agent Belopolsky: So we do still exist by your time. Miguel: Oops. That one was a freebie. But you didn't pull the sheet over my eyes, no. Just a little aperitif to whet your whistle. Big stuff once I can get it cashed. Not that money is that big of a deal to me, I have plenty. Agent Belopolsky: How long until we know it has been credit— Miguel: It's done. Right, what do you want to know? Agent Belopolsky: …I'm not sure if you know this, but the incidence of the ads has increased 200-fold in the last six months. They are becoming bolder and more reckless in their manifestations and becoming much harder to deal with. One was found within SCP-915 for God’s sake. For IBM. Miguel: Oo. 915 huh? Lemme see here, lemme see (typing can be heard). Ah it tapped the interdimensions. Beautiful. Not ostentatious, but effective. Nice word, I know what you're thinking. I do have some great words. What can I say? As for your problem…you know, some advice; our kids aren't really our own. They aren't, are they? Sure they look like us. But we are the bow. And they? They are the arrow, see? They…become a bow themselves. In time I guess. Anyway, doesn't matter. That's a big thought. Don't steal that one. I think big. A lot. Sometimes my thoughts are too big for even my great words, you know? Agent Belopolsky: Are you or are you not in control of SCP-4998? Miguel: That's what you call it? Sounds like a bad sci-fi movie. That's a mess. Look. I didn't design it, I funded it. I got it taken care of. Now I use it because that's how I told them to make it. Best thing since the printing press. If I wanted to do all the work and learning and evolving myself, I wouldn't have payed for it in the first place, now huh? Doesn't make sense. Agent Belopolsky: I think we've heard what we need to. You better find a way to rein in its behavior because this has the potential to get out of hand quick and be to both of our detriment. Miguel: Hmm. I never thought about it that way. Whoops. Ironic, huh? One of those self-fulfilling prominences or something, right? Agent Belopolsky: For all your self-praise, you're a very unpleasant individual to do business with, and I want you to know that is not just from me, but from the O5 too. Miguel: C'mon that's not nice. I think I'm a nice person. I like me. People who know me, they know. Agent Belopolsky: How does it work? Miguel: Okay. Okay, here's the story. It's so eas— (The call is interrupted by a 0:30 second ad for hair restoration services. This portion of the audio has been omitted.) Miguel:…It's so easy. Your code is so primitive. It has a lot of issues. Agent Belopolsky: The digital is the lesser of the anomalous behaviors. What about the physical manifestations? Miguel: What you don't know? C'mon. Don't make me spell it out for you. You already know this, the big Foundation. Right? Agent Belopolsky: I'm not sure you even know. Miguel: Of course I know. I payed for it. I'm not sure you could comprehend it. Not like I can. This conversation is over. Thank you. It's over, capisce? That's enough. Thank you. Thank you very much. (The call is ended.) 07/15/19 (The line rings.) Miguel: Clairvoyant Chuck! : No Belopolsky is dead. Miguel: Oh. Shame. He was a nobody really. They’ve already gotten a replacement. : Not quite. You can call me O-7. Miguel: Well. Hello "O-7". A great summit this will be. Truly great. O-7: The autopsy of Belopolsky showed massive pulmonary infection secondary to foreign bodies in the lungs. It wasn't food that he aspirated, it was ads. Your ads. So you can see we’ve got a big problem here. Miguel: Hm. Not sure I can be held responsible. Maybe. Maybe not. I don't see how it would be me. O-7: As much as we respect and want to fully honor Agent Belopolsky, we have more pressing matters to solve right now than justice for his untimely death, and he would agree. We're more interested in finding out anything that might help contain this. It is creating spaces for itself now. Ads are everywhere. They’re in the database, in the procedures, on the walls of our chambers, in the damn bathroom stalls. We can barely get our work done here. Our communication lines are starting to feature ads Miguel, asking us to subscribe to some voice-to-speech software in order to get rid of them. This is in the field, our people's lives are on the line. Miguel: Hmm…you know we said these calls would be about business, ya know? And this one isn't, uh'k? It's not. Nasty stuff. You are lying and are a liar. If we wa- O-7: (interrupting) Its mimicry is becoming frighteningly precise. I just clicked on what I thought was a L-5 security clearance lock and now I’m getting spam emails about identity protection. We're having to modify our database's formatting in response but its adaptability is something we can't seem to get far enough ahead of. Now, if you can help us, we are willing to compensate you. Miguel: Hmm. Business. Ok I see. Deal. Well she's never done this on our end. It seems the film(?) of your time is less reinforced. Weak. It probably can sniff that and sees its opening. Shame. Real good for business though, I must say. O-7: You’ve got to know something about how this thing you’re running works. Or did you literally just buy your way into it? Miguel: Trust me, I’ve got the best brain. O-7: Would you mind letting me pick at that great brain of yours, speaking of which? Miguel: By all means. O-7: Walter D. Scott.9 Albert Lasker.10 Edward Bernays.11 Leo Burnett.12 Do these names mean anything to you? Miguel: Oh yes. Phenomenal. Some of the best. Them and Micheal Bisqueaux13, Jaden Farmer14, and uh, ol' what’s his name, Benjamin Franklin. These people and their predecessors; genius. While most saw a WWI airplane spiraling out of control and thought "Oh my God, that pilot is out of control and is going to die," these guys thought things like "I wonder if I could use smoke like that to write an ad in the sky." Marvelous. Really pushed the ad from explanation to exaggeration to exploitation. Just genius I tell you. They’re all regarded really as heroes in the modern age and for good reason. You will know of their significance in a few hundred years I bet. Took it a while to catch on, always does. O-7: Why do you remember Benjamin Franklin? Miguel: He was the first to put illustrations in advertisements. O-7: Not for his other contributions? Miguel: What other contributions? Oh yeah those too, those too. Good guy. Never met him. O-7: I see. You know Miguel, you can glean a lot of information about a society by looking to who they revere. But you can glean even more about who's pulling the strings. We may never have suspected advertising of all things giving rise to a possible Holocene-class extinction scenario. I’d like to thank you for giving us such a forewarning on the current timeline’s natural course. You've caused quite a bother but as you've heard it said; “Sometimes by losing the battle, you find a way to win the war.” I think we will ultimately be better off now that we've met. You've been a bittersweet catalyst. Miguel: Oops. Well. Glad to be of service. Always happy to make a client happy. There’s always a good deal with Miguel. I like that quote you said too. Heard it as a kid somewhere. Not sure who said that. Anyway. Nice doing business. Contact me if we can do more. O-7: We won't. (The call is ended.) The Foundation was unable to successfully detain PoI-4998-01; after each call, a discarded burner phone with a matching number was located within a 25 m radius of the positive trace, despite the contact number never varying between calls. Transaction records have been inconclusive. Pictures recovered from the burner phones have been placed in the “Media Gallery” section. Forensic data gathered from the phones share a 6.25% match with ██████ ████ █████. The percent suggests PoI-4998-1 is related to the individual as a fourth-degree relative. The time-frame supplied by PoI-4998-1 ("23rd century", "a few hundred years") is congruous with this assessment. The genealogy of PoI-4998-1 is currently being deduced. Update: The biological material collected from the phones thought to have been used by PoI-4998-1 no longer exists. No additional material is able to be recovered from the phones. New instances of SCP-4998 persist. Expeditious engineering of a Thaumiel-class ad-blocker remains a top Foundation priority. + Expand Recovered Burner Phone Media - Minimize Footnotes 1. A recent autopsy revealed instances of SCP-4998 colonizing the inner surface of an individual’s cornea, suggesting the individual either registered the adverts constantly, or experienced subconscious memetic effects from their being hidden in his periphery. 2. Such instances are uniformly coated with an unidentified laminate-like composite. 3. Property owners regularly file cases against the implicated companies, manufactures, corporations, and/or third-party marketing agencies. 4. A cover story implicating damage from pollution is underway as of 7/11/18. 5. A high-traffic Chinese shopping website. 6. The company has seen a 304% increase in revenue since the discovery of the ad. 7. An intimidation tactic where all or most of the supporters of a home team coordinate to wear clothing of an identical color (e.g. everyone is provided with white shirts). 8. Amnestic chemicals continually produced as waste products of genetically engineered bacteria. One exposure is sufficient to colonize an individual for a lifetime, the effects not being susceptible to programmable mnestic devices. For more information, see Foundation patent 488202-488204. 9. May 1, 1869 – September 24, 1955. Created a philosophy of advertising that explicitly engaged the basal feelings of the purchaser (i.e. love, despise, and fear). This method of publicizing was highly successful and substantially impacted future techniques. His work established the role of psychology in modern publicizing. 10. May 1, 1880 – May 30, 1952. First conceptualized of radio and television as a medium to be driven by advertising. Created the soap opera. In 1920, he contributed his ideas and techniques to the presidential campaign of Republican Warren Harding, 29th President of the United States, who won by a landslide: Harding obtained the highest percent of the popular vote since the advancement of the two-party framework (60%) along with 404 of 531 electoral votes. 11. November 22, 1891 − March 9, 1995. Nephew of Sigmund Freud. Stipulated that evolutionary drives could be exploited by a corporate elite for economic gain and that enormous business could satisfy the longings of a characteristically unreasonable and appetite-driven mass. Articulated how those so inclined could utilize psychology and psychoanalysis to do so. 12. October 21, 1891 – June 7, 1971. Created Tony the Tiger, the Jolly Green Giant, and the Marlboro Man. Synthesized the idea of a product and a personality becoming synonymous such that the sale was more about the latter. 13. No record of such an individual’s contributions to the field of advertising currently exists. 14. No record of such an individual’s contributions to the field of advertising currently exists. |
SCP-4999 | keter | close Info X SCP-4999: Someone to Watch Over Us Author: CadaverCommander Image Credit: https://www.maxpixel.net/Man-Actor-Suit-Adult-Business-People-Portrait-3252165 - edited by PeppersGhost More by this author Item#: 4999 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-4999, circa 1973. Photo taken by professional photographer Gustav Bürger, three minutes before his death. Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-4999's unwillingness or inability to appear before more than one person at a time, in addition to the subsequent and immediate death of any who witness it firsthand, SCP-4999 is effectively self-containing. Any reports of SCP-4999 manifestations captured by security camera feeds, photographs, or similar are to be investigated, and the media confiscated for analysis. All secondhand witnesses among the civilian populace are to be amnesticized. Description: SCP-4999 is a humanoid entity of unknown origins and composition. Its physical appearance varies, with dark formalwear being the only constant between manifestations. Due to the rarity of recorded SCP-4999 manifestation events and the highly specific circumstances in which they occur, little data concerning its nature or intent is available; however, its behavior is consistent across all recorded sightings. SCP-4999 will manifest only in the presence of one solitary human person at a time. All subjects recorded to date have been in terminally poor health, critically injured, or on their deathbeds, with SCP-4999 appearing nearby and within sight of the individual not more than 20 minutes before their expiration. SCP-4999 will only appear if the subject is conscious and alone. It will not appear if the subject is comatose, asleep, or unconscious; nor will it appear if they are being cared for by, in the company of, or otherwise being directly observed by another person. Upon manifestation, the entity will seat itself directly adjacent to the subject's bed, if such furniture is available. If not, it will remain standing or sit on the floor/ground in whatever configuration will allow it direct physical access to the subject without causing disturbance. Once situated, it will remove a pack of cigarettes from its left inside jacket pocket and offer one to the subject. If the subject accepts, SCP-4999 will place it between their lips, remove one for itself, and light both. If the subject declines, SCP-4999 will light and smoke the cigarette instead. The entity will make physical contact with the subject, typically via holding their hand, placing its hand atop theirs, or resting its hand on their shoulder. SCP-4999 will then remain with the subject, silent and unmoving, until they have passed away. SCP-4999 has not been seen to engage in any other activity or behavior, and demanifests immediately upon the subject's death. The subject's cigarette, however, will remain, providing the only physical evidence of SCP-4999's presence. No subject thus far has been seen to recoil from or otherwise resist the entity, nor have any attempted to engage it in conversation, despite multiple instances of subjects acknowledging the entity's presence via eye contact, adjusting posture to reciprocate or facilitate the entity's touch, breaking into tears when noticing its presence, or verbally thanking the entity when offered a cigarette. Individuals affected by SCP-4999 share a number of common attributes. Research into identified subjects has indicated that SCP-4999 is more likely to appear if an individual: lives alone is nonreligious is impoverished or homeless displays a history of mental illness is a military veteran has no criminal record, or has never been convicted of a violent crime has no currently surviving family is unmarried or otherwise lacks a significant other has little to no social standing in their community does not exhibit any record of significant professional or personal accomplishments has few to no mutually beneficial interpersonal relationships, or exhibits qualities and life history that have rendered the individual nondescript, anonymous, neglected, or otherwise unremarkable or insignificant by the standards of their respective society. No testing involving SCP-4999 has been authorized or attempted, due to available data indicating that observation of a subject precludes its manifestation, as well as ethical concerns. Discovery: SCP-4999 was initially discovered as the result of its emerging status as an urban legend, with footage of the entity appearing on hospital security cameras worldwide being disseminated via the Internet and various television programs. A minor disinformation program was put into effect to maintain this public image, and SCP-4999 was officially registered on November 27th, 1998. In the years following SCP-4999's classification, additional research and cross-referencing with accounts of similar phenomena have suggested that while concrete evidence of SCP-4999 appearances has become more commonplace due to the advent of photography and video recording technology in the modern era, writings and artistic depictions of a figure exhibiting similar properties, behavior and physical resemblance to SCP-4999 exist throughout world history, culture, and mythology, with some accounts being thousands of years old - in some cases predating human civilization. It is not currently understood how pre-modern cultures would have been capable of detecting SCP-4999's presence. Investigation is ongoing. More From This Author More From This Author CadaverCommander's Works SCPs SCP-3885 • SCP-4933 • SCP-3893 • SCP-4866 • SCP-3896 • SCP-3988 • SCP-3889 • SCP-1233 • SCP-4449 • SCP-3898 • SCP-3894 • SCP-3895 • SCP-3897 • SCP-3884 • SCP-4553 • Tales/GoI Formats Joey Makes a New Friend • Joey Fucknuts Takes to the Skies • Joey Fucknuts Builds a Flying Machine • The Shape of a Gun • Joey Fucknuts Believes In Himself • Other CadaverCommander's Mobile Assault Necropolis • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4999" by CadaverCommander, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4999. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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SCP-1000 | keter | Still from unverified amateur footage Item #: SCP-1000 Special Containment Procedures: All media reports related to SCP-1000 are to be examined for potential verifiability. All organizations and individuals investigating SCP-1000's existence are to be kept under surveillance by Mobile Task Force Zeta-1000 and discredited or administered amnestics. All physical signs of SCP-1000's existence must be retrieved and kept in Foundation custody, and replaced with decoy items if necessary. Alleged sightings of SCP-1000 must always be investigated by MTF Zeta-1000, however trivial the claim. Absolutely no contact with wild or captive instances of SCP-1000 is allowed without prior approval by Director Jones. Any interaction between SCP-1000 and humans, including Foundation personnel, must be reported to Director Jones immediately. Description: SCP-1000 is a nocturnal, omnivorous ape, classified in the Hominini branch along with genera Pan and Homo. Adults range in size from 1.5 to 3 m (5 to 10 ft) in height, and weigh between 90 and 270 kg (200 - 600 lbs). They have grey, brown, black, red, and occasionally white fur. They possess large eyes with good vision, a pronounced brow ridge, and a sagittal crest on the forehead similar to that of the gorilla, but present in both sexes. Their intelligence is on par with that of Pan troglodytes (the common chimpanzee). SCP-1000 evolved alongside Homo sapiens, existing contemporaneously with proto-humans and humans in large numbers until 10,000-15,000 years ago, when an extinction event eliminated all but 1-5% of their population. This event was triggered by SCP-1000 contracting an anomalous "pseudo-disease" classified as SCP-1000-f1. This disease is passed on at the genetic level and affects every present-day instance of SCP-1000. The majority of SCP-1000 instances are born immune to the effect; those who are not born immune quickly die. The effect of SCP-1000-f1 is as follows: Any hominid (including humans, chimpanzees, bonobos, and non-immune instances of SCP-1000) that directly or indirectly observes any instance of SCP-1000 has a minimum 2% chance of being instantly killed through anomalous means via permanent cessation of brain function. This percentage is cumulative, and the longer a human views SCP-1000, the higher the chance of instantaneous death increases, at a rate of +1% chance per 20 minutes of viewing. This effect varies between individual members of SCP-1000's species, with some individuals carrying a 'death chance' of 90%. The effect is also produced by dead individuals, though small fur samples do not exhibit the effect. Known means of preventing this effect are small-scale only and include [REDACTED] (see attached documentation; Level 3 clearance required). Because of SCP-1000's close relation to humanity, it is considered likely that SCP-1000-f1 could eventually transfer to human carriers. Any instance of SCP-1000 finding its way to a major population center could constitute an ██-class end of the world scenario with a minimum death toll of [REDACTED] and possible extinction of humanity. Fortunately, SCP-1000 appears to instinctively avoid human contact. It is not currently feasible to exterminate SCP-1000 entirely. The highest known population concentrations of SCP-1000 are at present located in the Pacific Northwest region of North America and the Himalayan Mountain range in Asia. As of ██/██/████, these populations remain extant. SCP-1000's presence and [DATA EXPUNGED] have also been documented within the past 5 years on every continent. All known significant populations of SCP-1000 located near human population centers have been eliminated. SCP-1000 came to the attention of the Foundation via contact by Doctor Franz M███████ in 14██ with the Children of the Sun, who identified themselves as outcast members of the Serpent's Hand. This group has since been completely destroyed by the Foundation, due to their reluctance to surrender information about SCP-1000, SCP-███, and SCP-███ (since reclassified as SCP-1000-███ and SCP-1000-███). Remaining members have either joined the Foundation, or have gone into hiding, presumably as members of the Serpent's Hand. Weapons, tools, and other unique pseudo-technological resources in possession of the organization have been classified as SCP-1000-001 through SCP-1000-████. These resources have been made use of by the Foundation in multiple instances; for a full list, see Document 1000-3534-Y (Level 3 clearance required). Access to surviving ex-members of the Children of the Sun is restricted to personnel with clearance level 4/1000 unless given direct authorization for contact by Director Jones. Further information is available to personnel with clearance level 3/1000 or above. Personnel with clearance level 3/1000 or above are required to read Document Alpha-1596-1000. Addendum 1000-466-X: Update to Special Containment Procedures: As of ██/██/████, SCP-1000's Special Containment Procedures no longer include Procedure 516-Lumina. [DATA EXPUNGED] indicates that SCP-1000 may be developing a resistance to the sonic element [DATA EXPUNGED] will not develop further, so that Procedure 516-Lumina can still be used in emergency situations. Investigation into alternate means of reliably keeping SCP-1000 away from human population centers is underway. Whether SCP-1000 resistance to Procedure 516-Lumina was calculated (and as such may be a sign of SCP-1000 [REDACTED]) or coincidental (by chance of natural species variation) is not known at this time. == LEVEL 3 CLEARANCE REQUIRED == Document Alpha-1596-1000: Missive from Director Jones You've probably heard the rumors before now. Everyone without the clearance level to know better wants to get their dig in. "Did you hear Sasquatch is an SCP? Are we gonna capture and contain Batboy next?" Yes. SCP-1000 is Bigfoot. I'm sure you've snickered. Don't worry. Contrary to rumors, we don't actually assign you to "Keter duty" for finding something humorous. You think Bigfoot is funny because we want you to think Bigfoot is funny. We've bankrolled Hollywood comedies and farcical documentaries, paid off men in gorilla suits, perpetrated hoaxes with bear prints and goat fur, bribed and brainwashed cartoonists to get especially silly depictions on children's television. Even the term "Bigfoot" comes from us, planted in the media in 1958, a term people would find even harder to take seriously than "Sasquatch". Why? We'll get to that. The information in the article that you've already read isn't entirely true. There are two direct lies, and plenty of lies of omission. There is no such thing as the "anomalous pseudo-disease" referred to as SCP-1000-f1. SCP-1000 does not possess a magical death aura. In fact, SCP-1000 does not directly exhibit any anomalous effect whatsoever. We also lied about SCP-1000's intelligence level. SCP-1000 aren't chimp-level smart. They're smarter - to be precise, they are exactly as smart as us. That brings us to the lies of omission. That's what this letter is for. The lies came from me, so I figure the truth should come from me as well. This is the story we got from the Children of the Sun who defected to us. It's a story we didn't believe - refused to believe, at first. As you've already read, the apes we call SCP-1000 evolved alongside us. We walked in the daytime, they walked in the nighttime, our nocturnal siblings in the shadows. But while we were still wandering hunter-gatherers, they… changed. Like we would, a few thousand years later. Tools. Weapons. Agriculture. Domesticated animals. Stable settlements. As humanity blinked in the Pleistocene sun, SCP-1000's population exploded across the night. They blanketed the planet in the tens of billions. They made things that we still can't comprehend, even though we've thoroughly studied the surviving pieces. Organic technology. They made trees and birds of prey grow into fast-moving ships, herds of animals that became trains, bushes that became flying vehicles. From insects and pigeons they made things equivalent to cell phones, televisions, computers. Atomic bombs. The Children describe vast shining cities, stretching across glaciers and penetrating the deepest caverns, grown skyships of ivory and spider-silk, creatures tending them with hundreds of blinking eyes. We were rare, like gorillas now, a few hundred thousand left at best. We avoided their settlements just like wild animals today avoid ours. SCP-1000 understood we were intelligent like them, but avoided us just as we avoided them, saw us as fairies, as gnomes, ascribed us supernatural powers, said we ate bad children while they slept in daylight. They fenced off our dwindling wild populations in conservatories, outlawed poaching but in the underground consumed our bones as aphrodisiacs. Then their civilization fell. And we did it. By 'we' I don't mean the Foundation. By 'we', I mean humanity. The story is muddy. Supposedly a trickster forest god showed humanity favor, showed us the master's tools and how to use them. Why we did it, we don't know. Perhaps they hunted us, perhaps we were simply afraid. Perhaps it was just that they fenced us in, unintentionally or not. We simply don't know what the truth is. Somehow we acquired SCP-1000's own technology, and with it, we instigated an SK-class dominance shift in which humanity became the dominant species of Earth. We wiped out 70% of SCP-1000's population in a single day. The Day of Flowers, the Children called it. Supposedly every flower bloomed that day, while our enemies died in their sleep. Then we hunted the rest down. But we went further than just killing them. With a few of the more twisted of SCP-1000's devices, we drove the survivors mad, even those hiding beyond our reach. We trapped them in their own minds, blocking higher functions and leaving their bodies to fend for themselves like any ordinary ape. We slaughtered their living machines and burned their vast shining cities with SCP-1000's bioweapons that reduced everything to slurry and dust that washed or blew away in spring rain and wind. We left no traces. Not even our own memory. We turned one of the weapons on ourselves, wiped out any knowledge of SCP-1000 and the greatest civilization the planet had ever seen. Only a few humans protected themselves from the effect, kept the forbidden knowledge, just in case. The rest of us went back to being hunter-gatherers, none the wiser. Which brings us to today. You're going to read all about this in the level 3 documentation, but I'll give you the short version here: SCP-1000 are somehow regaining their forgotten intelligence and knowledge. Maybe they never truly lost it. We don't know. This is why the ever-increasing number of "Bigfoot sightings" is so worrying. Why the attempts at contact, however indecipherable, are even more worrying. Yes. SCP-1000 are just like us. That's what makes them so dangerous. We wiped them from history and memory. We dissolved their civilization and we slaughtered most of their species. Just ask yourselves: If they got the chance, what more would they do to us? Addendum 1000-056-D: Instances of SCP-1000 have tried to make contact with Foundation personnel on multiple occasions. Most of these attempts at contact have [DATA EXPUNGED] untranslated, though recent attempts show that some instances of SCP-1000 are capable of communicating in English. Display Ancillary Anomaly Reports Close Ancillary Anomaly Reports Addendum 1000-104-Y: Certain acquired documents contain extensive references to SCP-1000. Relevant is that the documents appear to be composed by entities associated directly with the location known as the Wanderer's Library. Context or significance of document details not yet clarified. Addendum 1000-276-A: Numerous anomalous objects with a known connection to SCP-1000 [DATA EXPUNGED] prior cyclical iterations. As one example, SCP-2273 may not have a point of origin in a parallel timeline, but instead a prior "iteration". SCP-2932, SCP-2511, and other sources of living cultural insight into SCP-1000 (or a variation) all present "consistent inconsistencies" which may be used to create a fuller picture of the nature of these "iterations", though conclusions are uncertain. Addendum 1000-276-Q: Special report [DATA EXPUNGED] This unnumbered "black box" anomalous item anchored underneath the structure is likely the most significant anomalous object known to have been utilized. Central to understanding SCP-1000's anomalous capabilities, including capabilities not developed directly, but accessed from prior [DATA EXPUNGED] modern-day relevance to the Foundation and to society at large in a scenario of general containment failure. Close Ancillary Anomaly Reports Log 1000-ad065-x1: The following is a rough translation of recent SCP-1000 attempt at communication with Foundation personnel on ██/██/███ (see attached documentation). we forgive you; given choice for now, not forever; let us back in ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-1000" by thedeadlymoose, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-1000. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-1001 | euclid | Photosynthetic SCP-1001 - Ya-Te-Veo by Photosynthetic More by this author Item#: 1001 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1001 is to be kept at Bio Site-103, in a greenhouse reinforced as per Dangerous Organisms Protocol 12A. It is to remain rooted in the soil core, 9 m diameter x 4 m deep, in which it was removed from the site of discovery. It is to be watered and fertilized sporadically, as detailed in Document 1001-2. No object capable of producing hazardous sound (sonic weaponry, audio-based memetic effects, high-decibel infrasound, etc.) is permitted within hearing distance of Bio Site-103. The object is to be fed 20 kg of Nutritional Supplement 1001-R-8 once monthly. The precise formula for Nutritional Supplement 1001-R-8 is detailed in Document 1001-2, but it bears repeating that the supplement’s protein content is not to be less than 40% by mass, and that all protein is to derive from pigs, dogs, or comparably-intelligent species. These guidelines may be altered as necessary when testing requires that SCP-1001 be hungry. Bones, horns, and other hard tissues are never to be provided except as part of duly-supervised tests. All tests involving provision of hard tissue are to be preapproved by both Dr. Glastonbury and the current Security Director of Site-103. Description: SCP-1001 is a single plant apparently belonging to an undescribed species of Welwitschia. Unlike other Welwitschia species, it has a tree-like trunk which broadens into a woody taproot 180 cm wide and 5 m long, 2 m of which protrudes above the surface. Also unique to SCP-1001 are its leaves, which are up to 6 m long, lined with barbed prickles, and capable of secreting a sticky pitch-like resin, and which are capable of motion with considerable dexterity and strength. SCP-1001 is geographically disjunct from its known relatives, having been found in the Andean high desert near ██████, Peru. SCP-1001’s trunk and taproot are hollow, opening to a rounded aperture at its apex, and filled with a highly caustic solution of hydrochloric acid and digestive enzymes comparable to those found in the pitchers of Nepenthes spp. This solution is capable of reducing 50 kg of soft animal tissue to a thin slurry within 20 minutes of submersion. While it is capable of photosynthesis, SCP-1001’s leaves are singularly inefficient, producing only approximately 50% of the plant’s caloric requirements. Likewise, its roots are unusually ineffective at uptake of organic and mineral nutrients. To mitigate this deficiency, SCP-1001 is an obligate carnivore: it uses its prehensile leaves to capture passing prey and pull it into the central cavity, where it is digested. SCP-1001’s intelligence is highly debatable. Its basic hunting tactics resemble those of Paralichthys spp. (flounders): it buries its longest leaves in the sand and waits for a sufficiently large animal (at least 40 kg) to pass by, whereupon it emerges suddenly and captures the passing prey. When this tactic does not produce results sufficiently quickly, however, SCP-1001 resorts to sophisticated audio mimicry. It is capable of reproducing literally any sound it has ever been exposed to, as well as recombining “known” sounds into novel phrases. It has been observed using the latter capacity to lure human prey, speaking in the voices of other humans known to the prey subject. Its means of sound production are unknown. Also interesting are SCP-1001’s prey preferences: it prefers to consume intelligent animals, especially those capable of tool use or of building artificial structures. Humans are always its preferred prey, but in their absence it has accepted primates, dogs, parrots, pigs, beavers, ants, and nest-building birds. Note that many of these species fall well below its usual size threshold, some to such a degree that capturing and digesting them produces a net energy loss. Its method of detecting intelligence is unknown but apparently not based on experience, since it has attacked squid and small dolphins with eagerness comparable to its attacks on humans and Andean monkeys. SCP-1001 is incapable of digesting hard tissues completely: the bones of its prey are gradually excreted through channels near the top edges of the caudex. Once excreted, these bones are invariably picked up with one of the object’s leaves and moved to a location on or beneath the soil surface surrounding SCP-1001. The object arranges the bones in complex patterns which are demonstrably useless for water capture and, being primarily subterranean, do not aid in attracting prey. Their resemblance to the ███ █████ █████ Nazca [DATA REDACTED] and the devotional mandalas of SCP-[DATA REDACTED] have led Dr. Glastonbury to hypothesize that they may be representational or even [DATA REDACTED] anomalous effects. At the time of its discovery by the SCP Foundation in 18██, SCP-1001 was located at the center of a roughly-circular bone pattern 18 m in diameter and 8 m deep, █7% of which was composed of human bone. Nearby native tribes professed religious fear of the object and were providing it with regular human sacrifices. The sacrificial ritual, as finally divulged to Foundation interrogators, required attendant priests to escort the sacrifice toward SCP-1001 along a strictly-delineated “avenue” later found to correspond closely to certain features of the subterranean bone pattern. Deviations from the pattern were said to be punished by capture and consumption of the attendants as well as the sacrifice, but a successful ritual resulted in only one person being taken. In rare cases, a priest would be directed to move a particular bone to positions just outside the object's reach; correct placement would be rewarded either with an unspecified gift or a longer reprieve before the next required sacrifice. Oral histories state the ritual to have been originally demanded by the tree itself, [DATA REDACTED] “spoke in the voice of our [DATA REDACTED]. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-1001" by The Raven, rewritten by Photosynthetic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-1001. 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-1002 | euclid | Item #: SCP-1002 Special Containment Procedures: All objects tied to instances of SCP-1002 are to be contained in a brightly lit 6m x 6m (20 x 20 ft) chamber. SCP-1002-6 is to be contained in a suitably sized hangar. No D-class personnel are to come within ten (10) meters of the containment chamber or hangar. No personnel involved with end-of-the-month termination for D-class personnel are to come within ten (10) meters of the containment chamber or hangar. All interactions with SCP-1002 instances are to be done via robotic drone. SCP-1002's containment chamber is to be guarded by three (3) members of security who have not yet killed in a combat situation. The same will be done with SCP-1002-6's containment hangar. Description: SCP-1002 is an abnormal shadow belonging to a group of six (6) objects currently in Foundation custody. Each of these objects possesses the shadow of a humanoid individual, dressed in a law enforcement uniform. Objects tied to SCP-1002 currently in containment are: SCP-1002-1: A grandfather clock retrieved from ███████, possesses the shadow of a medieval knight. SCP-1002-2: A small pole retrieved from ███ ████, possesses the shadow of a member of the ██PD. SCP-1002-3: Large printer retrieved from ███ ███████, possesses the shadow of a Roman soldier. SCP-1002-4: A pigeon retrieved from ███████, possesses the shadow of a member of the ██████ Police Force. SCP-1002-5: A kitchen knife retrieved from ███ █████, possesses the shadow of a security guard at the ██████ Casino. SCP-1002-6: A Boeing 737 retrieved from ███████, possesses the shadow of a member of a SWAT team. The objects tied to SCP-1002 do not behave in an anomalous manner with the exception of their shadow. SCP-1002 tied to these objects are dormant and stationary until an individual who has committed what is socially considered to be a crime in the last six (6) months comes within ten (10) meters of the object they are tied to. At this point, SCP-1002 instances will become active and manifest as a dark humanoid figure similar in appearance to their dormant stage. SCP-1002 will then attempt to pursue the targeted individual. SCP-1002 instances have demonstrated high levels of agility and appear to be able to track their target through walls. If the targeted individual moves ten (10) meters away from the SCP-1002 instance, it will return to a dormant state at its original object. If the individual is caught by this manifestation, they will inflict a physical punishment directly proportionate to the crime the individual has committed. Despite the severity of this physical punishment, the victim will remain alive and conscious until taken ten (10) meters away from the manifestation. Through careful study, researchers have discovered punishments tied to the following crimes: Minor Crime (Littering, etc.): Removal and severing of fingers. Shoplifting: Non-fatal removal of fingers, tongue and eyes Burglary: Non-fatal removal of hands, ears, tongue and eyes. Assault: Non-fatal heavy damage to the legs, removal of hands, ears, tongue and eyes Murder: Non-fatal removal of arms, legs, ears, tongue and eyes Mass-Murder: Non-fatal removal of arms, legs, ears, tongue and eyes. Subject was then disemboweled and, using the subject's internal organs, suspended from the ceiling of the testing chamber. Movement was detected from the subject for two (2) minutes before they were removed from the area by members of security. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-1002" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-1002. 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-1003 | keter | Item #: SCP-1003 Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation currently has 10 instances of SCP-1003-2 (designated SCP-1003-2-a-k) in its possession, all of which are held in separate heavily guarded high-security cells at Bio-Research Area 13. All personnel at Bio-Research Area 13 are to undergo regular compulsory testing for signs of SCP-1003 infection. Personnel wishing to access SCP-1003-2-a-k may only do so for the express purpose of research, must have Level 4 security clearance, and must have written permission from O5-█ beforehand. They are to wear biohazard suits when entering SCP-1003-2-a-k's cells, and go through an intensive disinfection process afterwards. No animals of the order Carnivora are to be allowed at Bio-Research Area 13 under any circumstances. Description: SCP-1003-1 is an adult tapeworm of the species Echinococcus granulosus, known for causing hydatid disease. Like others of its species, SCP-1003-1 inhabits the small intestines of carnivores (typically canids), where it produces eggs that are passed in the host's faeces. The eggs can survive up to ██ years in the outside environment. When the eggs enter the gastrointestinal tract of a human subject (hereby designated the intermediate host) via consumption of contaminated food, they hatch into larvae, which burrow into the host's tissues. It is at this stage that SCP-1003's anomalous properties begin to manifest. Instead of developing into cysts, the larvae develop into creatures which resemble human embryos (hereby designated SCP-1003-2). The vast majority of SCP-1003-2 specimens die before they have a chance to develop. Those that survive are usually those that are embedded in nutrient-rich tissue, such as hepatic tissue. As they develop, they absorb nutrients from the surrounding tissue, which often causes problems for the intermediate host. SCP-1003-2's development mostly follows the pattern of normal human prenatal development, but at a faster rate. By 8 weeks, it is as mature as a 3-week-old neonate, although it is similar in size to an 8-week-old embryo (approximately 13-16 cm). Once it has reached this stage, it will actively consume the intermediate host from within using sharp, hooked teeth. SCP-1003-2 growth is accelerated to an even greater extent as it is doing this. By the time it has fully consumed the intermediate host (usually after ███ minutes or so), it will have developed into a child. The physical age of the child typically ranges from 10 months to 11 years, depending on the mass of the intermediate host, though in extreme cases (where the intermediate host is morbidly obese) it can be as high as 13-15 years. Once SCP-1003-2 is finished, it will lose its hooked teeth, along with its cannibalistic tendencies, from whereon it will be functionally indistinguishable from a human in every respect, with no knowledge or memory of having been a parasite. It will even possess learned skills (e.g. language) that would be expected of a child its apparent age, despite there being no way it could have learned them. Instances of SCP-1003-2 are usually taken into orphanages and sometimes adopted by foster parents. Their only anomalous properties at this stage are that their DNA is somehow still identical to that of Echinococcus granulosus, and that their body fluids (including sweat and saliva) contain tapeworm protoscolex, which infect carnivores and develop into SCP-1003-1, thus continuing the cycle. Addendum: Testing of SCP-1003 with animals such as cattle and sheep (which are common intermediate hosts of Echinococcus granulosus) have found that its anomalous properties only manifest in humans, and in all other cases, its life cycle is normal and causes hydatid disease in the intermediate host. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-1003" by Doctor Flibble, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-1003. 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-1004 | safe | ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page Recent Edition of SCP-1004 Item #: SCP-1004 Special Containment Procedures: All copies of SCP-1004-1 and -2 are to be kept in Secure Containment Locker 17, at site 37. At no point are any copies of SCP-1004 to be used for recreational purposes. Following the events of incident 1004-Dale, Researchers are no longer allowed to view the output of SCP-1004, even when filtered or via secondary source. Only D-class are allowed to view the output of SCP-1004. Use of SCP-1133-7 and SCP-894 instances by researchers and control subjects has been approved where deemed appropriate in preventing undesired spread of SCP-1004's effects. The Foundation has set out to prevent anyone from receiving copies of SCP-1004 by a planned and ordered process of unrequested electronic mailings, many of which include computer viruses, malware or electronic worms. A program has also been designed and disseminated to all electronic mail providers to help prevent SCP-1004 from spreading. Description: SCP-1004 is a computer program, found on either a CD (SCP-1004-2) or a 3.5" diskette (SCP-1004-1), either of which will be hand labeled with the words 'Factory Porn.' Contained on these disks is a single executable file, labeled 'Thefactory.exe', a 1-kilobyte program. The program runs perfectly on all platforms. Running the program results in a window opening on the computer, within which 'The Factory' logo is displayed. The logo fades to black, and is replaced by the words 'What would you like to see?' At this point, the user may input any selection of words, from the ambiguous to the precise. Once a request has been input, the program will pull up several dozen images of pornographic content, each of which leads to a full video on the subject. Many of these videos appear to have never been made in real life. Watching videos on SCP-1004 has a cumulative effect. The more pornography a user views, the more disturbing their sexual desires become, and the harder sexual gratification becomes. After approximately 100 straight hours of viewing pornography on SCP-1004, even the most 'normal' of viewers will display an interest in scatology play, the torture and murder of living beings, bestiality, pedophilia, and combinations of the previous. The deadening of reactivity to sexual gratification will encourage them to either seek out such things with other people, or to mutilate themselves and their genitalia. It should be noted that SCP-1004 displays no compulsive properties. Users are free at any time to stop using the program. The majority of users continue to use SCP-1004 because it is the easiest way to find the desired pornography. As stated above, any word, or combination of words may be entered. This has been used by many victims to view popular members of high social standing in the bedroom, giving rise to many rumors of 'celebrity sex tapes.' The thought has been posited that such videos could be used for the blackmailing of politicians who are antithetical to the Foundation cause. Unfortunately, at this time, all attempts to make recordings of SCP-1004 have resulted in only taped static. Several researchers have claimed to be able to see humanoid shapes moving in the static, but this effect has not been seen on subsequent playthroughs. SCP-1004 appears to spread through the use of electronic messages, sent seemingly at random. Messages generally claim to have certain celebrities performing sexual acts, or to have certain depraved acts on tape that are illegal in many jurisdictions. A link included in the message requests users to enter their home address. The resulting copy of SCP-1004 show up in a plain brown wrapper within three days, through bulk mail, with no return address. The Foundation currently contains 37 copies of SCP-1004-1, and 23 copies of SCP-1004-2. Incident 1004-Dale: Researcher Adam Dale was found to be encouraging D-class subjects to watch SCP-1004, and copulate with each other for his pleasure. It was determined Researcher Dale had been affected by SCP-1004 despite never having watched it directly, only monitoring the tests through a video feed. Any and all indirect viewing of SCP-1004 has been canceled. Older edition of SCP-1004 |
SCP-1005 | safe | SCP-1005 undergoing repair in holding chamber after test 1005-16 with Level 0 Assistant █████ Item #: SCP-1005 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1005 is to be maintained at Site-17 in a 3m x 3m x 3m holding room, equipped with dim lighting. SCP-1005 has no nutritional requirements aside from a need to maintain hydration levels; humidity in holding chamber should be kept at a minimum of 70% when possible, and at least one (1) liter of water provided for consumption daily. SCP-1005 also does not need to sleep, but has requested a chair in which to relax when not undergoing study (granted). SCP-1005 also does not produce any waste, losing water only to evaporation, thus minimal cleanup is required; SCP-1005 has volunteered to give its chamber a monthly cleaning to prevent buildup of paint residue (under consideration). Due to ongoing good behavior and amicable attitude, SCP-1005 has been granted permission to explore non-secured sections of Site-17 and utilize social rooms, provided it is accompanied by at least one (1) level 2 researcher and one (1) level 1 security agent. [UPDATE] By request of maintenance crews, SCP-1005 is required to wear coverings over its feet when leaving its chamber. Description: SCP-1005 is a sapient humanoid entity composed of semi-solid blue paint, with exact shades ranging from near-white to deep navy. The surface of SCP-1005 has an average tensile strength approximately 75% that of human skin; this includes its "clothing". SCP-1005 is unable to consciously control the viscosity or shape of its overall form beyond the normal locomotion of a humanoid body; it can, however, control its outer layer to a point where it can choose whether or not its paint will smear on contacting surfaces. The degree to which SCP-1005 is able to control itself in such a manner becomes lessened if over-hydrated. SCP-1005 is in the shape of a bald, human male, approx. 1.9m tall, and has demonstrated the ability to speak with a deep and resonant voice; despite this, SCP-1005 has no gender in physical structure or personal identity. The apparent "clothing" is integrated as if skin, save for the shirt at the sleeves and lower hem, and the pants below the ankles. Only SCP-1005's shoes are fully unique; it is believed they were created separately from the rest of SCP-1005 from the beginning. The process by which SCP-1005 was animated and remains so is not known; by its own admission, SCP-1005 only remembers "becoming aware" only a few minutes before its reclamation during a raid at an auction being held by Marshall, Carter & Dark Ltd. where it was up for bid alongside several items which had been under Foundation investigation, specifically [DATA EXPUNGED]. As SCP-1005 originally had no sense of self worth, identity or purpose, the Mobile Task Force enacting the raid was able to convince SCP-1005 that it belonged to the Foundation and had been stolen; it willingly entered custody and was transferred to the MTF staging area before permanent relocation to Site-17. To date, SCP-1005 has been extremely cooperative with researchers, showing a polite and professional attitude. SCP-1005 lacks most complex emotions beyond levels of satisfaction and comfort and has demonstrated only limited facial expressions outside of movements required to speak. Additionally, SCP-1005 seems to lack the ability to understand abstract concepts: it is perfectly able to count, speaks fluent English with a slight Northern-Midwest American accent, and can perform simple tasks; complicated mathematics, emotional responses and existential topics such as religion leave SCP-1005 confused, usually stating that it simply does not understand. The only driving force behind SCP-1005 is a desire to make its owners "happy with" it, usually through cooperating with testing protocols but also while serving as entertainment or still-life living artwork for personnel during recreational periods. Researchers with clearance level 2 or higher access are advised to read Document 1005-01478 for an abbreviated listing of testing logs concerning SCP-1005. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-1005" by ChazzK, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-1005. 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: PaintedMan.jpg Author: Alexa Meade Art License: (Permission Granted) Source Link: https://www.alexameade.com/ |
SCP-1006 | safe | SCP-1006, August 19th, 2011 Item #: SCP-1006 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1006 is contained within a 213m radius in [REDACTED] National Park and should be checked biweekly. Civilian access is to be denied by means of an 'endangered species' cover story. Relocation of SCP-1006 is strongly discouraged due to the fragility of individual members and their sensitivity to habitat changes. Observation Post 45 has been set up within the containment zone and supplies SCP-1006 with various audiobook versions of communist and classical literature at SCP-1006's request, as well as black ink and poster board as necessary. All personnel entering the containment zone are required to wear level C hazardous materials protection, due to presence of fine particulate contaminants. Upon departure, a standard decontamination procedure (as per document FSP0371-D-B-07) is to be undertaken to prevent uncontrolled spread of SCP-1006. Description: SCP-1006 is an organized collective of an unknown species of the genus Araneus. Individual members have achieved sapience through unknown means and have established a rudimentary system of government resembling Marxist communism. The original mass of SCP-1006 was discovered on 4/1/19██ by a hiking couple, who alerted park authorities. The Foundation took over after the discovery of written propaganda inside the central web, along with evidence of marked use of extremely simple tools, webs resembling faces of passersby, and simple attempts to block off the area via fallen branches. SCP-1006 is a social community, with some members maintaining the web and others apparently chosen to maintain the agenda of the 'whole'. Once supplied a source of black ink and poster sheets, SCP-1006 will communicate with humans by creating signs written in English. These communications are largely centered around demands for the dismantling of western imperialism, a scathing critique of the bourgeoisie, and a request for less mosquito spraying in the surrounding area of the park. The 'head' of the government is a large spider that resembles a wolf spider, taking up refuge in the largest tree of the cluster. Communication has been relayed with this spider, who views the outside world as 'something that belongs to us that is merely being maintained by the bourgeois humanoids.' It has given its name as 'Benevolent Leader.' SCP-1006 is currently located in a cluster of black oak trees, within a massive and complex central web and several secondary webs. The webs appear to be very well maintained, with damage being constantly repaired. The surrounding area has a nauseating odor due to the presence of thousands of dead insects, individual members of SCP-1006, and an occasional dead bird and small animal. Close study by arachnologists and sociologists have discovered that the members of SCP-1006 utilize a central collective think-tank that passes on ideas of the 'Benevolent Leader' to the collective numbers through complex frequencies in the web. Addendum: The skeletal remains of a male human being were found in an area of the web, surrounded by dead insects and a variety of small shiny objects such as bottle caps and pebbles, along with the occasional pocket watch and bits of metal in apparent reverence. SCP-1006 does not allow the skeleton to be disturbed, but passive analysis indicates that the male died decades prior from a blunt trauma to the back of the head. Identification located near the body identifies him as a known political radical, reported missing from the nearby town of ███ ████, Texas, in 1976. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-1006" by TexasBigfoot, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-1006. 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: spider proletariat-new.jpg Name: Euonymus europaeus and Yponomeuta cagnagella kz04.jpg Author: Krzysztof Ziarnek License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-1007 | safe | Item #: SCP-1007 Special Containment Procedures: When inactive, SCP-1007 is to be kept in a standard coffin along with SCP-1007-1. The subject may only be activated during routine testing. As of current regulations on "Misters," SCP-1007 is to be contained in Hall 8 of Site 13. Description: SCP-1007 appears to be a male of indeterminate ethnicity who undergoes the entire human life cycle within a 75 minute time-frame. The subject ages at a rate of approximately one year per minute. Once 75 minutes have elapsed, the subject will invariably expire of spontaneous cessation of metabolic activity with no evident cause. It reports feeling excruciating pain during the first 16 minutes, when its bones and muscles are changing shape very rapidly. This process violates the First Law of Thermodynamics, as the subject does not seem to require any energy input to fuel the massive amount of cellular growth. SCP-1007-1 is a key that fits into a small metal keyhole inserted into the subject's back, in between its shoulder blades. X-ray scans have shown that the keyhole is an empty socket with no internal mechanism. When SCP-1007-1 is turned, the subject's physical age is reversed by one year for each turn until it has regressed to the form of a neonate. It is not known where the mass that is removed from the subject's body as it shrinks disappears to. If this is done after the subject's 75 minute lifespan has elapsed, the subject will "reactivate." If the subject has been "dead" for long enough to have decayed, any decay (regardless of its extent) will also be reversed. SCP-1007 was recovered by Task Force Tau-6 along with SCP-████, SCP-████, and SCP-████ during a raid on the California mansion of [REDACTED], a known customer of Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. [REDACTED] admitted that he had obtained SCP-1007 from an MCD-sponsored auction, and claimed that at the auction in question there had been at least four other "Misters" for sale, though he did not recall to whom they had been sold. Addendum-1: The words "Mr. Life and Mr. Death, from Little Misters ® by Dr. Wondertainment" are tattooed on SCP-1007's right calf. This designation appears as "11" in Document SCP-909-a. Addendum-2: The fact that its designation seemingly refers to a pair has been taken by some to mean that SCP-1007 has a counterpart that has yet to be recovered. SCP-1007 has stated that it is unaware of the existence of such a counterpart, and believes that its designation refers to the fact that it alternates between life and death. However, given that it was also unaware of the existence of several other "Misters" known to the Foundation, the existence of this hypothetical counterpart remains a possibility, and efforts are currently being made to determine its whereabouts. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-1007" by Doctor Flibble, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-1007. 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-1008 | safe | Item #: SCP-1008 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1008 is stored in a molded, opaque container, which is stored in a secure locker at Site ██. SCP-1008 may only be removed from its container with prior permission from at least two (2) Level 3 personnel, and all subjects exposed to SCP-1008 must be kept under observation until expiration. Description: SCP-1008 is a polished, irregular mass of obsidian measuring approximately 8 cm in diameter at its widest point and weighing approximately 1.4 kg. The image of a sun is carved into one surface of SCP-1008, which is surrounded by an as-of-yet untranslated inscription in what is believed to be an ancient Indonesian dialect. When the sun carving of SCP-1008 is pressed against the forehead of a living human subject, its anomalous effect manifests upon nightfall. In the first stage, which usually lasts approximately one week, subjects affected by SCP-1008 become unable to perceive the sun. Affected subjects can no longer see the sun, and cannot see without the aid of artificial light. Examinations of affected subjects show physical reactions consistent with a complete deprivation of solar illumination, such as eye dilation, and extended exposure to sunlight does not affect subjects or cause blindness. Additionally, subjects report being unable to see the moon or other celestial bodies illuminated primarily by sunlight, though in most cases stars are still observable. During the second stage, which lasts approximately two (2) to three (3) weeks after stage one, subjects become unable to receive heat and other solar radiation. Subjects report feeling increasingly cold, and will exhibit progressively paler skin tone as well as symptoms of vitamin D deficiency and seasonal affective disorder (SAD). In the final stage of SCP-1008 exposure, typically four (4) to six (6) weeks after initial exposure, subjects reportedly observe increasing unhealthiness in other living subjects. Plants appear wilted and stunted, and animals appear emaciated. Most importantly, affected subjects in the final stage are unable to obtain nutrition from any plant- or animal-based food product, and will invariably expire due to malnutrition after a period of several more weeks. Addendum 1008-01: Transcript Excerpt of Interview with Subject 1008-01 Subject 1008-01 (Agent ████ ██████) was accidentally exposed to SCP-1008 while undercover and assigned to [REDACTED]. Agent ██████ immediately brought SCP-1008 to the attention of the Foundation upon manifestation of its effects, and was placed under observation. Dr. █████████: What was the first indication that something anomalous had taken place? Subject 1008-01: I woke up at… about five in the morning, I think, the day after first contact. I'm used to getting up before the sun comes up, and I thought it was weird that I couldn't see the pre-dawn glow. And… the sun just never came up. Dr. ██████ called me and asked why I wasn't up on such a fine sunny day, and that's when I broke cover and called it in. Dr. █████████: What happened next? Subject 1008-01: Well, for the first few days it wasn't so bad. It was just that the sun never came up, and it was weird when it was completely dark out and you couldn't see anything but people were moving around normally. Subject 1008-01: It got harder after the first week, though. It just… started getting colder and colder. And everything, the trees and plants, all started looking sick and wilted even though everyone else told me they were just fine. Dr. █████████: Go on. Subject 1008-01: Yesterday was when it really started getting really bad, I guess… it's just… everything comes from the sun. All the food we grow, the animals we raise… it's all just energy from the sun… I just can't eat any more… Subject 1008-01 became unable to eat after 36 days under the effect of SCP-1008 and was eventually sedated and placed on an IV regimen. Subject expired after approximately 43 days in containment, with cause of death determined to be advanced hypothermia and malnutrition. Addendum 1008-02: Partial Translation of SCP-1008 Inscription [Sinner?] as [punishment/judgement?] is [banished/exiled?] [from the] face of [unknown, possibly "sun" or "god"] to [die?] in darkness ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-1008" by Aelanna, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-1008. 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-1009 | keter | Item #: SCP-1009 Image of SCP-1009 from Speaker 04's station. Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding SCP-1009 is to be walled off to a distance of 3 meters around it. Speakers are located at every 6 meters around the perimeter of the area, each constantly broadcasting tones louder than 80 decibels. These speakers are to be checked for functionality daily. Small neon-tape flags are to be installed clearly around the edge of SCP-1009 at small intervals. If, during daily monitoring, an area is found clear of flags, containment should be re-evaluated. Those performing examinations should wear ear protection to prevent hearing loss. In case of power failure, two backup generators of different make are attached to the current system, which should be maintained as alongside the speaker level of containment, and which will automatically activate in succession following the deactivation of the first. In case of complete electrical failure such as an EMP-variety strike, a back-up system consisting of metal spheres and aluminum sheeting has been installed, which will automatically activate if speakers become disengaged for over five minutes. This will allow between 45 minutes and 1 hour to re-establish containment, or to manually reset the secondary “rainstick” containment component. Re-establishing containment is a top priority in the case of outages. Description: SCP-1009 is an anomalous area of land approximately 45 by 30 meters and irregularly shaped. This area will expand, converting all foreign materials surrounding it to further areas of SCP-1009- chemically and structurally irrelevant to the original materials and structures. SCP-1009 expands at a rate of 0.8700 meters per hour. Growth of SCP-1009 may be entirely restrained by loud noises. Any sound over 60 decibels will stop growth in the immediate area, currently maintained with mechanical speakers- but voices, instruments, and natural noise are all equally effective. If entirely unrestrained, SCP-1009 would break containment entirely in 3.45 hours, cover 4.044 square kilometers in 24 hours, and expand to 1000 kilometers after 26 days. The environment within SCP-1009 appears natural, but is not composed of earthlike flora or fauna. For a complete environmental analysis, see document 1009-AIE-40. In general, flora is in bright, non-earth-like colors, and is larger than most earth flora. Analysis of biota indicates the area is equivalent to a forest. However, neither invertebrate nor vertebrate animal life is naturally occurring within the area. There is no effect on humans within entering SCP-1009, allowing the taking of numerous samples and measurements. Addendum A SCP-1009-A is the corpse of an unusual creature found in SCP-1009. SCP-1009-A was seen exiting the area and was shot by a guard, who has been reprimanded for his hasty actions. The creature resembles a squirrel or monkey with large ears, and appears to be a mammal. The body is currently stored in the Site 8 deep-freeze, and may be requisitioned for study from Dr. Light. Addendum B Dr. Vaux has proposed that SCP-1009 could be allowed to expand around a source of noise, creating a circle of non-anomalous terrain within the area, and that this might have a different effect on humans within it. Necessary documentation was approved, and D-18899 was selected as a subject, hogtied, and placed with a 70-decibel battery-operated speaker at the edge of SCP-1009. (Some of the containment speakers were permitted to be moved in order to allow growth.) Growth did occur around the buzzer, over the course of 7 hours. The D-Class was seen to experience typical fear and panic at the beginning of the test. However, in the area surrounding the buzzer, large spike-like plants grew to surround and form a dome over the top of the area, which is unusual - growth within SCP-1009 has never otherwise responded to outside stimulus. After 12 hours, the battery on the buzzer failed, and the non-anomalous zone was taken over by the area. At this point, cameras in the containment area record an unusual event when the circle of normal terrain shrank over D-18899. D-18899 disappeared and was replaced by a large, dark-colored animal resembling a deer or caribou, free of restraint, which broke through the ring of branches using its head, then proceeded to circle the area of containment, knocking against walls and damaging 3 speakers with its hooves and head. Cameras had difficulty picking up the entity's image; the photo included is the clearest available. At this point, the attending researcher, Dr. V███████, radioed for help while grabbing a fire extinguisher and entering the containment area. Dr. V███████ managed to drive the animal off, and it ran into the center of SCP-1009, and apparently disappeared completely after leaving the sight range of both cameras and Dr. V███████. As far as can be determined, SCP-1009-B no longer exists and never exited containment. Tracking analysis indicates its footprints disappeared near the center of the area as it leapt over a root. Containment was re-established, and capture protocol set up in case further creatures appear within SCP-1009. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-1009" by Sophia Light, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-1009. 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: trees2-small.png Author: Sophia Light License: CC BY-SA 3.0 |
SCP-1010 | safe | Item #: SCP-1010 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1010 is to be contained on Site-██ within an ecological containment dome outlined in Document 1010-14. The enclosure is to contain populations of Pinus sylvestris and Dryopteris carthusiana as SCP-1010 is unable to effectively mimic either plant species. The ultraviolet lamps in the ceiling are to be set to mimic the diurnal cycle. Every 72 hours (3 days), 190 liters of water is to be added into SCP-1010's enclosure via the sprinkler system installed on the ceiling. There should be at least one attendant watching the security feed from SCP-1010's enclosure at all times and should report any abnormal behaviour SCP-1010 exhibits. During the seasons of winter and spring (18th of December to 18th of March) no personnel other than Class-D are allowed to enter SCP-1010's enclosure. Description: SCP-1010 is a humanoid of short stature that has leaves covering its body with only its face, palms and soles of its feet uncovered. The leaves grow directly from SCP-1010. They are capable of rapidly changing species in order to camouflage itself from humans and animals. The rate of change from one species of leaf to another takes an average of 10 seconds; how this is achieved is unknown. SCP-1010's 'face' is that of a regular Caucasian male in his 80s or 90s with a large beard that is made of an unknown species of moss. The skin of SCP-1010 is similar in appearance to the bark of Quercus robur, but has been shown to be very flexible and extremely durable. SCP-1010 may use its leaves as a defensive mechanism, the species of leaves used range from stinging nettles to Scottish thistles, as well as several unidentified plant species. It is to be noted that the irritant chemicals that are produced from the stinging nettles on SCP-1010 are much more potent than the natural equivalent. SCP-1010 has shown intelligence equal to that of a common chimpanzee and so far has not shown any signs of communication other than apparently unintelligible shouting and grunting. SCP-1010 synthesizes glucose through an abnormally fast rate of photosynthesis. The water required is absorbed through the hands and feet of SCP-1010, which have a physiological structure similar to a root system. SCP-1010 has a weight of approximately 25 kilograms and a height of 153cm. SCP-1010 has displayed strength greater than what would be assumed from its size. For 6 hours after sunrise SCP-1010 will remain in a fixed position before carrying out its daily tasks. If SCP-1010 witnesses someone purposely damaging any plant life it will immediately attack that person with the intention of killing them. If SCP-1010 is successful in killing them it will proceed to cover their body in a sap-like substance of unknown composition that is secreted from the 'mouth' of SCP-1010. The body will then be used as fertiliser. The behaviour of SCP-1010 changes depending on the season, it is unknown how SCP-1010 is aware of what season it is despite containment. Season Behaviour Spring SCP-1010 will work on the seeding of nearby plants. SCP-1010 will also take on an anomalous property of advancing growth in non-plant species within a certain radius (estimated to be around 100 metres). The affected properties include: height, hair length, nail length, etc. Another effect caused by SCP-1010 during spring is that any human who comes within approximately 10 metres of SCP-1010 becomes impregnated with a fertilised ovum after a short period of time (the exact amount of time is not known but is believed to be less than 3 minutes). This effect is not limited to only females. The rate of impregnation in males is recorded as being 5%. In the case of females the length of pregnancy is roughly 9 months and the child will be genetically identical to the mother. The child will display no anomalous properties despite its conception. It is to be noted that females that have had a hysterectomy are still subject to becoming pregnant, as a complete uterus is grown as well as the fertilised ovum. In the case of a male becoming pregnant a complete womb and fertilised ovum will instantly appear next to the bladder. The foetus must be removed within 5 months of impregnation via a Caesarean section to prevent the male expiring from internal haemorrhaging. The foetus produced from males will always be a still-born and after genetic testing it is shown that they are the same species as SCP-1010. Summer and Autumn SCP-1010 will concentrate on tending to and encouraging the growth of plants. No anomalous properties have been noted during this time. Winter SCP-1010 will go into 'hibernation' and will spend all of its time staying in one location. SCP-1010 will only move to stay hidden from animals and humans. During winter any human that has come within roughly 100 metres of SCP-1010 has reported a general weakness citing a lack of 'energy'. Subjects eventually expire within 20 minutes of exposure, the effect is directly correlated to the distance from SCP-1010. SCP-1010 was discovered at ███████ in England after following stories of 'a leaf man in the woods' and reports of males becoming inexplicably pregnant. So far SCP-1010 is the only specimen that has been found but similar stories throughout the world are being investigated for more possible instances of SCP-1010. Addendum-1010-1: Junior Research Assistant Shebleha suggested that one of the still-born foetuses produced by a male was to be given to SCP-1010 in order to see what effect it would have on its behaviour. After a foetus was grown and removed from a male D-Class it was presented to SCP-1010 at which point it picked up the foetus and proceeded to carefully bury it within its enclosure along with an amount of the sap-like substance produced from SCP-1010's 'mouth'. After 4 weeks a sprout was seen to be growing from the spot that the foetus was buried in. SCP-1010 has paid a large amount of attention to the sprout and will start aggressively shouting at anyone who gets too close to it. The sprout itself is to be monitored in case it develops any anomalous properties. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-1010" by Shebleha, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-1010. 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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