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SCP-8470 | euclid | Or: She's Gonna Blow! Item #: SCP-8470 Special Containment Procedures: Doctor Sophia is to be locked in a room every October 10th to avoid damage to Containment Area-111. Description: SCP-8470 is the yearly explosion and subsequent revival of Doctor Lilyann Sophia. At approximately 12:45PM, every October 10th, Doctor Sophia will spontaneously combust. A minute post-combustion, Doctor Sophia will reform without any memory of the event, and continue her activities for the day as if nothing has happened. Attempts to inform her about the event have resulted in responses denying the ability of a human to spontaneously combust. Incident Log: 10/10/2024 PRESENT: Dr. Lilyann A. Sophia, Dr. Winston K. Boyle (Boyle leads Sophia into a room with an airtight valve door, which is propped open by two large bricks.) (12:43PM.) SOPHIA: Oh, you didn't have to book a room for me. BOYLE: I assure you, I did. SOPHIA: Well, I appreciate it. Who's gonna come? BOYLE: I think Own and Draws are gonna bring people. SOPHIA: That's great. I love them. Make sure you bring some alcohol, it's my birthday after all. BOYLE: Mhm. Will do. (Boyle begins walking toward the door.) SOPHIA: Hey, uh, where are you going? BOYLE: Gotta pick up the cake. You know. The cake. SOPHIA: (Nodding.) I got you! Sorry to hold you up, Winston. (Boyle leaves, kicking the bricks out of the way as the door slams shut.) (Dr. Sophia twiddles her fingers, whistling a tune.) (12:44PM.) (She stands up, exhaustedly stumbling around the room. She stops in front of a large sign on the wall, reading "EXPLOSIVE PROOF'D".) SOPHIA: Huh. I don't think that's how you spell proofed. (She grunts, kicking a bit of dust on the floor.) SOPHIA: Yeah. Absolutely not. I should call someone about this typo. (She looks at the ground and sighs, before looking back up at the sticker.) SOPHIA: And why the Hell does this room have to be explosive proo— (12:45PM.) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-8470" by DoctorLilithSophia, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-8470. 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-8471 | esoteric-class | VNP-8471 Byㅤ Ethagon Published on 28 Aug 2024 09:03 Canon Hub » From 120's Archives Hub » Cycle Of Seasons Hub » VNP-8471 Canon Hub » No Return Hub » Inevitable Seasons » VNP-8471 by Ethagon VNP-8471 The Supreme Court of Esterberg, serving as a permanent seat of the Summer Court. Item №: VNP-8471 Specifications: VNP-8471 refers to the Summer Court, a supranational Court pertaining to legal matters concerning reality. In theory, the Court is capable of changing any aspect of reality in the states over which it holds jurisdiction. In practice, the court is careful to change only minor aspects of reality, since all its judgments are final. Its operation resembles that of other supranational courts such as the International Court of Justice or the International Court For the Paranormal. Any legal entity, be it a person, a group, or a member state of the UN, can bring a claim to the Court. VNP-8471 will deliberate over the claim and if it deems it justified, change reality accordingly. Historically, the Court has always appointed someone involved in the claim, be it plaintiff or accused, to bear the weight of the judgment. This often takes the form of a punishment or forcing a responsibility related to the claim onto the weightbearer. The Summer Court has no fixed location. It is impossible to interact with the true Summer Court itself. Instead, a claimant may perform a legal ritual, the Rite which brings Summer, at any court to turn that court into an arm of Summer to handle the claim instead. The rite may fail either because Summer rejects the court or the judge has not, or is not allowed to, consent to the rite. The Summer Court is part of the Cycle of Seasons, a legal system dating back to the time of the First Fae Empire. This cycle was temporarily broken by the introduction of the Veil of Normalcy in 1868 and has been operational again since 2022-06-21. Normalization Protocols: Efforts are to focus on educating the public about the Summer Court. Information about it will be integrated with the larger campaign to inform about Fae customs and history. Law schools will be sponsored by Vanguard for the inclusion of the Summer Court legal system in their education. If possible, Vanguard agents are to be stationed near instances of the Summer Court to warn people about the potential consequences and the finality of the judgement compared to other courts. A documentary will be released as part of Vanguard's documentation program which will focus on the history and key actors of the Cycle of Seasons. Cycle of Seasons Primer The Cycle of Seasons consists of four institutions. Each of these institutions has one domain and the power to transfer legal matters to one of the two "neighbouring" institutions. The four institutions are: The Autumn Court handling matters which are in decline (called "CEASE" by the Cycle). Location: The Court is located in the extradimensional realm "The Lessening Forest" partly intersecting with the rubble of former SCP Foundation Site-118. Ways to it can be found in other places, dominantly in forests with an autumnal look to them. Current State: After an attempt to usurp the SCP Foundation was thwarted by its dissolution, the Autumn Court has fallen back into infighting. A process previously rendering the Court nonexistent outside of autumn in the northern hemisphere has ceased with the repairing of the Cycle. The Court's hierarchy is loosely oligarchic. As the Court has a corruption problem, Vanguard recommends only taking claims to it during times of Summer-induced stability. Ruler: The Autumn Court is officially ruled by the three entities Fe, Eal and En (all corrupted SCP Foundation personnel) who only speak with the authority of the Court together. The Winter Court handling matters of non-existence (called "IS NOT" by the Cycle). Location: The Court exists in a realm superimposed over our own and has been classified as an afterlife. It can only be entered by any who had a brush with death or crossed the threshold already. Current State: The Winter Court has been largely unaffected by the breaking of the Cycle, showing low activity in both the current and the last century. The only noteworthy change is the Wild Hunt, an organ of volunteers working in the name of the Court, transferring to Spring under the name of 'The Wild Parade'. As the Court does not have any official organs, it is impossible to bring a legal claim to it. It can at best serve for personal discoveries. Ruler: The Father of Winter1 The Winter Court is without Ruler. The Spring Court handling matters of things on the surprise and creation (called "BECOME" by the Cycle). Location: Previously located in VNP-4000-ARC, but abandoned after multiple incidents. Spring now resides in a realm inside the video game "A Midsummer Night's Game Online"; another extradimensional location which grew out of VNP-4000-ARC called the Climbing Woods; and the aforementioned Wild Parade, a wandering circus. Current State: The Spring Court currently exists in the form of the Early, High, and Late Spring Courts each under a different authority with its own approach, manifesting different aspects of Spring. More information is available in the Spring Courts threefold announcement archived by the Sidhe Lounge. Ruler: Glaisnir (Early Spring), the Climbing Monarch (High Spring), and the First Guest (Late Spring) The Summer Court handling matters of existence and permanence (called "IS" by the Cycle) Ruler: Truth The first signs of the Summer Courts return appeared as soon as the Veil had fallen. Daytime was just a few minutes longer, the summer in the southern hemisphere was the most evenly warm one in centuries and the sun shone brighter all year round. On a more individual level, a group in the Serpent's Hand noticed their Truth Glamour2 had become more potent. An individual called Lavender from the group made contact with the Summer Court. She was able to enter a communion of sorts with Truth. It became clear the Summer Court intended to fully manifest on the next northern Summer Solstice. Vanguard searched the Wanderer's Library, and contemporary witnesses of the Summer Court were asked to gain a better understanding of the impending manifestation. The United Nations Global Occult Coalition was independently able to divine the return of the Summer Court. On the question of whether this arrival could be and, more importantly, should be stopped, both Vanguard and the UNGOC came to the conclusion the Summer Court would be an inviolable asset in defending reality against hostile actors. On March 20th 2022, the first-ever World Occult Forum was held. The Forum was open to leading experts on the occult, members of Vanguard, and the Global Occult Coalition, as well as delegations of UN member states and observers. The two main topics of this first WOF quickly emerged to be the ramifications of the Impasse and the impending return of the Summer Court. The Forum was able to reach a consensus of sorts on how to interact with the Court after its return. After the Forum the UNGOC's Council of 108 voted for recognizing the Summer Court as an international legal institution. Vanguard spread information over its official channels to inform the public about the Summer Court. Yet although the Forum had been open to national delegations, few made use of that opportunity. While Vanguard warned about the Court, it did not garner much public interest. As such when the Summer Court announced its presence globally, many were surprised. The Announcement On 2022-06-21, every person on Earth heard a message in their native language. The message began at exactly noon of that day depending on a person's current timezone. The following is the British English version of the message. Once upon a time, there were Names. The Fool, a human name, a name for many; the Acolytes of Summer; and Truth. One day the Fool came upon a cultivated land and in it, the Fool found other Fools. "Who owns this land?" asked the Fools each other. "I do," an old Fool said. "I walked this land first. I claim it as mine through the Right of Priority." "I do," a second one said. "I cultivated the plants of this land. I claim it as mine through the Right of Toil." "I do," said the youngest of the Fools. "Whoever owns it, I will be left to look after it. I claim it as mine through the Right of Inheritance." Fools, came a voice from up high. None of you fulfil what you claim. Whose rays touched this land long before any of you? Whose light tended to more plants than any worker? Who will watch this land long after the youngest of you have left? None of the Fools could argue with this, but they were not satisfied. If they had no claim for the crown they must simply usurp it. Yet how could they reach the voice? The old Fool built a tower of institution, rules old and calcified. Indeed the tower was high, simply standing as it always had. Yet the arch of history would bend against it and the tower could not reach that high. The second Fool cultivated his plants into a tree of hard-earned progress. Indeed the tree was ever-growing. Yet no growth could cross the boundary to perfection and the tree could not reach that high. The youngest Fool climbed atop a mountain out of all that stood the test of time. Indeed it stood as solid as anything could and the top was just out of reach. Yet the mountain was shrinking as few things were truly permanent and the mountain could not reach that high. So was it that all the Fools gave up. The voice spoke again. As none of you can reach me, only some of my rays can reach you. I cannot give you the crown, but of those who came closest, I will select my acolytes. And so the Fools bowed before Truth, the Ruler of Summer forevermore. For Summer's Domain is that which is. Everything of worth is found here, yet no one has the right of it. … … This is how it was a long time ago. Yet Summer passed to Autumn. So came the long Veil of Winter, only recently lifted by Spring. Now it is time for the Return of the Summer Court. After the message was spread around the globe, the Rite which brings Summer began to take effect. As prepared by Vanguard, the message was followed by worldwide special broadcasts with record-breaking viewing figures. With the personal confrontation through the announcement, heads of state showed much more interest in the Summer Court and any possible infringements on their power. Before the situation could devolve into individual actions, Poland called for a session of the UN General Assembly upon request by the UNGOC. Here the Coalition revealed its decision: The Summer Court would have a permanent seat in Esterberg and be subjected to its own laws as well as international and Esterbergian law. Any other instance would be subject to the same rules as Esterberg, otherwise, a judge would not be legally allowed to consent to the Rite which brings Summer. The Court's authority would extend to all UN member states. UN observer states, such as Vatican City, would be excluded from this scenario. The fact that reality in Vatican City was already completely under the authority of the papal Office would make an inclusion superfluous. This proposal and the Coalition's tone of declaring it as fact met with the disapproval of the member states. While the UNGOC had been trusted with handling occult matters of the world in the past, taking matters so deeply affecting all states into its own hands was too much. The GOC Delegation explained it had already agreed on this matter with the Summer Court. To supersede said agreement a new Resolution should be proposed, as long as it was created on the international level. While the General Assembly still argued about implementation, the Summer Court began its work. Case: Interaction of the Erlkingdom with Baseline Reality Background: Starting on the 27th of July 2022 in Jena, Germany, "fog waves" were beginning to spread in an ever-increasing radius. Every child touched by the fog vanished. As this came with an ultimatum by the Erlking delivered to the remaining European royalty to return his daughter, the mist is assumed to originate from the otherwise only by dream accessible Erlkingdom. Attempts by Vanguard and local authorities to stop the spread and intersection of worlds failed due to the Erlkingdom only making brief contact with our world during which it dictates the way of interaction before disconnecting again (hence the waves). As all methods of undermining such connections require a proper connection to be sealed, stopping the phenomenon proved impossible. Instantiation: On the 30th of July the case was brought to the Esterbergian Supreme Summer Court by Vanguard, who was actively consulted by the Father of Winter (one Name of VNP-5925). Due to the urgency of the case, it was decided any judgment would be applied retroactively, starting at the time the Judges convened for the first time on the 30th. Afterwards, the Judges deliberated behind closed doors to forego any retrocausal interference of the judgement. Counterclaim: The Erlprince brought forth a counterclaim referencing multiple prior Judgements on Jurisdiction in which the Erlkingdom was determined to be outside the Summer Court's jurisdiction. He argued the judgment would extend to this case as well. Verdict: The Court ruled the interaction to not be in line with prior established connections of the Erlkingdom and baseline reality. The Court acknowledged it had no jurisdiction over the Erlkingdom itself, but referenced past judgements that showcased its jurisdiction over manifestations of the Erlkingdom in Baseline Reality. The Summer Court decreed that following the 30th of July, the Erlkingdom can only slowly demanifest after connecting with baseline reality. Weightbearer: The Court additionally ruled the Erlprince to have made the counterclaim in service of the Erlkingdom. As the Erlkingdom is outside the Court's jurisdiction, the kingdom can likewise not appeal to the Court. As long as he appears under his title, the Erlprince has been decreed to only exist outside the direct light of Summer. As the Erlprince was unwilling to part with his title, he has spent most summer months either indoors or in the southern hemisphere. He has not been seen entering an instantiation of the Summer Court since. Aftermath: Following the verdict the connection to the Erlkingdom was properly sealed upon its next manifestation, ending the by-then more than citywide wave causing the disappearance of children. The GOC used the case as evidence for the necessity of the Summer Court to protect reality from outside threats. VNP-5925 was brought as a speaker before the General Assembly to outline the historical importance of the Court in this task. While talks in the UN were still ongoing, Germany pushed for an integration of the Court on EU level. Opinions among EU members differed, but with the stopped invasion by the Erlking hanging over their heads, the EU could come to a swift agreement. A corresponding law was passed the year after. VIDEO TRANSCRIPT LOG #8471-5925 Foreword: Dr. Angulo interviewed the subject in his home after the complete manifestation of the Summer Court and the situation had stabilized somewhat. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Angulo steps towards a door. An old man opens it before she can knock, but stands in the shadow of the house. Old man: Ah, Maria. It has been quite a while. Has life been treating you well? Dr. Angulo: Not recently, thanks to 118. Vanguard still holds a grudge over Autumn. Old man: It is a good thing that Site is buried. But six feet under is no place for you, not yet. Come in. The old man leaves the door open as he steps further inside. Dr. Angulo follows suit. Dr. Angulo: (half-loud) So how should I address you, Mister? Old man: (from further inside) Again with this. You came in with a Name on your tongue, no? Dr. Angulo: I didn't want to presume, like last time. Old man: (chuckles) I'll take it as one of three gifts. Call them amendments. Now my Name, please. Dr. Angulo: Very well. VNP-5925. Dr. Angulo moves into the living room and sits on the couch across from VNP-5925 who has prepared tea for the two. VNP-5925. VNP-5925: (sighs) A much gentler Name then your last gift. Yes, this will do quite well. (sits down) Do they want me for another speech? Dr. Angulo: Not at all. You've done enough for us already. VNP-5925: What pleasant news. I'd be the last one standing between any kids who want to meet their Santa, but to change Names in so many languages at once is still exhausting at my age. What takes you here then? Dr. Angulo: Vanguard wanted me to ask some last questions about the Cycle. And I'm here to express my thanks in the name of all of us. VNP-5925: No, that is not quite the answer. I was asking what takes you here. Dr. Angulo: Me? VNP-5925: You can't tell me you've been stuck at interviews for 40 years. Dr. Angulo: Thankfully it didn't get quite that bad. If I'm being honest I just wanted one last interview with Sa- (stops) I guess I shouldn't use that name here. VNP-5925 closes his eyes and leans back. VNP-5925: Don't worry too much about other names, I'm still settling in. (mumbles) Mm, still varied, so much friendlier. Dr. Angulo: In that case I'll ask a question that's been on my mind for a while. Is it Father Winter or Father of Winter? A cold briefly flares up before settling again. VNP-5925: It's both, of course. But only the latter has anything to do with the Cycle. Dr. Angulo: Are you still a part of it? VNP-5925 furrows his eyebrows but keeps his eyes closed. VNP-5925: My hut will always stay at winter, but it hasn't been my game for a long time. There may be some fossils like me hanging around, but no. The Cycle is better off in younger hands. Dr. Angulo: (hesitant) In that case is there any chance you would consider– VNP-5925: (chuckles softly) Don't get greedy now. You already have one Santa working for you. Too many Santas spoil the season. Dr. Angulo: Alright. So what do you have planned? VNP-5925: (quiet) Hmm, a few things. Maybe speak to that Roberts of yours, from Santa to Santa. Settling into this name. I'll have to 'normalize' myself, I think. Dr. Angulo: Oh that's something that Vanguard does for all former– VNP-5925: (mumbles) Shush. You will let me do this. I'm owed that much. There's a teacher in this Name, I can feel it. Maybe I'll part-time as one of the Lounge's oral storykeepers. Mmh, that would be nice. The file I'll write as well. Only then… mine… Dr. Angulo: Is that the second gift? VNP-5925 smiles with closed eyes but doesn't answer. Dr. Angulo: What's the last gift? VNP-5925 makes a small noise. Dr. Angulo: VNP-5925? VNP-5925 begins to snore. Dr. Angulo: Oh. Dr. Angulo quietly leaves the house. [END LOG] The Erlking case had shown the Summer Court would not wait for a UN resolution. While talks on the international level did not stop, states began to take action on their own. The United Kingdom did not have to do anything. The Summer Court had already been regulated through the Arthurian Charter before the establishment of Veil. Thus the Camelot Eternal Summer Court (sitting in London) simply began operation again, as if it had never stopped. The government of the United States of America had not come to a decision yet when its Supreme Court declared the Rite which brings Summer unconstitutional after a case related to the Summer Court was brought before it. Russia planned to let the Summer Court act solely through the Summertide Knights in its borders. Case: Restoration of Summer Nobility to the status of Summertide Knighthood Background: Dating back as far as the First Fae Empire some Fae Familities swore fielty to the Summer Court in inviolable oaths. When called upon they would take up arms as the Summertide Knights and enforce the will of Summer. The knights and their families, elevated to a class of "Summer Nobility" were able to act in the name of and with the authority of the Court in a limited capacity. This included the ability to make local, though not final, decrees about reality. The creation of the Veil and the subsequent vanishing of the Summer Court severely diminished the capabilities of the Summer Nobles and the title of Summertide Knight vanished. The return of the Summer Court notably changed nothing about this circumstance. Instantiation: The Summer Nobility originally planned to bring the claim to a court in the Basmanny district of Moscow, Russia, but the Summer Court rejected the rite. Next, the claim was then brought to the Camelot Eternal Summer Court. This instantiation was rejected by Summer mid-trial, making it the only case of an instantiation being successful at first before breaking apart. It is assumed the Court of Camelot was rejected due to the judge also being of Summer Nobility. Finally the case was brought to the Esterbergian Supreme Summer Court on the 16th August 2022. Counterclaim: A counterclaim was brought forward by the individual Lavender with evidence of large parts of the Summer Nobility colluding with the Lady of the Lake in her efforts to keep the Cycle of Seasons broken. She argued this disqualified them from returning to the status of Summertide Knighthood. Verdict: The Court ruled a reinstantiation of the Summer Nobility depended on them having held to their oaths during the time of the Court's absence. The Courts investigation found while none of the oaths had been broken in wording, every single one had been broken in spirit. To bring this wording in line with the oaths not being able to have been broken due to their inviolability, the Court decreed the families of today to not be the families it had originally made the oaths with, their similarities ending with the blood they shared. The Court acknowledged the Summer Nobility to have been colluding with the Lady of the Lake, but any efforts on her side to break the Cycle of Season could not be legally proven. Weightbearer: The Summer Nobility at large and the personnel of the judges of the Camelot Eternal Summer Court specifically were banished to the Autumn Court for crimes against summer. As the Nobles were banished to the Autumn Court with remnants of Summer in them, this caused uproar in Autumn's political climate. Historically the Summer Court has reinstated banished individuals into its service after a complete reformation of the Autumn Court. However, no such promise had been given. It remains to be seen if this will cause Autumn to enter a period of Summer-induced stability or if more banishments are required. Aftermath: The Court's rejection of the Summer Nobility was met with a degree of approval, with Western press describing the verdict as "housecleaning" to keep up with modern times. Less positive reactions were caused by the case's counterclaim, Lavender being accused of trying to slander the Lady's reputation. With the Lady being one of the most prominent survivors of the destruction of Avalon, the upholder of the now defunct Arthurian Charter, and a supporter of elements of the Cycle, like the former Wild Hunt, it was seen as impossible for such an influential Fae figure to be in opposition of the Cycle of Seasons. Russia saw the decision of the Esterbergian Court as an attack on its sovereignty and forbade all of its judges to consent to the rite. Other states soon followed its example of a complete disavowal of the Summer Court. The United Nations could soon be divided into states which did not tolerate the Summer Court at all, and those who had an interest in allowing it to operate with restrictions. The latter group came together to draft the first version of what is now known as the Summer Court Treaty. This Treaty would allow each state to make independent restrictions based on their own legal system to the operation of the Summer Court as long as it would not result in rejection by the Court. As any decree would be universal among signees two independent instances would review the judgement before it would be finally approved by the Esterbergian Supreme Summer Court. As a few nations remained indecisive the GOC noted the GOC would retract its agreement with the Court as soon as the Summer Court Treaty had been signed by a majority of UN member states. For any state without laws to deal with Summer, the Court would start operating as it had before the creation of the Veil. This was enough to make the remaining states decide on a side to pick. At that time, the Summer Court did not deal with human states at all, existing alongside rather than with them. Knowledge of it was not very widespread and thus it was mainly used by Fae and magicians keenly aware of deeper occult lore. The Summer Court was not hiding per se, but more so made no attempts to keep itself known, assuming its existence a given for any denizens of Earth. As a trial could change reality, people in the know were thus incentivized to keep the workings of the Summer Court, as well as the rest of the Cycle, largely to themselves. Instantiation was either the domain of Fae Courts deep in forests made for this purpose or created by tricking a human judge into consenting to the Rite which brings Summer. These instances were much more prone to decreeing local reality changes. To this day, reality sometimes has different characteristics depending on the state. The United Kingdom has been the most largely affected by this phenomenon. Case: Segregation of Fae to Offroad-Spaces in England per the Arthurian Charter Background: The Arthurian Charter was in its original version an agreement between the humans and the Fae of England to facilitate a peaceful coexistence. Among other things, it detailed the segregation of the Fae to a number of extradimensional spaces, named "Offroad-Spaces" which would be off-limits to humans. Soon after a second version of the Charter was created. There the Lady of the Lake served as the representative of all Fae and the English Crown as the representative of humanity, while the Charter practice still only affected Great Britain and the Five Fae Kingdoms. All England-specific parts of the Charter like the creation of Offroad-Spaces and the Segregation of the Fae were left out. This second version ended up being the enforced version of the Charter until the Veilfall. Outside of Avalon and the other Kingdoms, the number of Offroad-Spaces requested by the first version was never reached. A former member of the Fae-extremist group Triumviraté named Aerandahll made a case to the Summer Court. Offroad spaces should exist and the human-fae segregation of the first Charter should be enforced. Instantiation: The case was brought to the Camelot Eternal Summer Court, having been reaccepted by the Summer Court after the judges' replacement, on the 19th of December 2022. Counterclaim: No counterclaim was brought forth during the allotted time. This is assumed to be due to this case not getting any media attention at this time as well as unfamiliarity with some of the specifics of the Court's structure. Verdict: The Court ruled it would no longer make new decrees which take effect only in a part and not the entirety of reality in its jurisdiction. Furthermore, the Court pointed out it would have likely ruled against the case on grounds of the forced segregation not being in line with the international law the Summer Court was currently bound by. Additionally, further evidence was needed to show that the first Arthurian charter was not legally replaced but rather expanded upon by the second version. Weightbearer: Aerandahll complained about the decree, blaming his failure on the Judge he was forced to plead his case to. The Camelot Judge asked if he planned to bring this claim to other instances. Directly after Aerandahlls confirmation, he was trapped in a copy of reality consisting of versions of every single Summer Court instance active at the time. He had to plead his case to all of them, only succeeding in a small minority of instances. Aerandahll was released back into baseline reality in the Esterbergian Supreme Summer Court just in time to witness Esterberg confirming the original judgement of the Camelot Eternal Summer Court. Aftermath: The case garnered media attention in the UK after the verdict was announced. A common thread was the focus on the power of the Court being theoretically able to evict all Fae from mainline England past any government involvement. Vanguard focused on education about the trial system and the option for counterclaims. A bill proposing mandated government involvement for all Summer Court trials was drafted but never passed for unrelated reasons. Trying to take part in the Summer Court Treaty instead of going their own way was talked about. However, the Treaty was leaning strongly towards recognizing the Court in Esterberg as the highest authority of Summer. Submitting their own Camelot Eternal Summer Court to the Esterbergian Supreme Summer Court was not a popular sentiment and thus rejected by the government. VIDEO TRANSCRIPT LOG #8471-6471 Foreword: Interview was conducted by Special Investigator Klara Lambrecht in the Esterbergian Supreme Summer Court as Supreme Summer Judge Edrisglair refused to be interviewed by anyone else. [BEGIN LOG] Lambrecht: First of all, thank you for agreeing to this interview at all. Edrisglair: No pleasure. Lambrecht: Why choose me then? Edrisglair: We have a minimum of prior contact which is enough for me to make the assessment that you want this interview to be over as fast as I do. Lambrecht: You're not wrong. Edrisglair: Yes. Lambrecht: You could have just not agreed to the interview. Edrisglair: That is correct. It is however less of a waste of my time to do this interview once than to continuously remind people to not misuse the Summer Court and its assets for purposes it was not intended for. Lambrecht: Do you get many court cases? Edrisglair: Putting my Esterbergian Supreme Court duties and my Summer Court duties together, adds up to an amount slightly beyond the Court's capacities. I suspect the question was aimed at Summer Court cases specifically. There are a lot of frivolous cases addressed to the Court which never reach my desk. Claims requiring my attention are rare, but they require an amount of consideration that adds up to a similar amount of time as the many normal court cases we handle, often more. Lambrecht: Arent judgements on both your supreme court trials as well as your summer court trials final? Edrisglair: An accurate assessment. However the first is final for the constitution of a city-state, and the second is final for the reality of all which is reached by the warmth of Summer. Lambrecht: You mentioned being overworked by having to shoulder the duties of essentially two courts in one. Why did you take on this extra responsibility? Edrisglair: It was never in doubt that I would judge for Summer upon its return. Our civilization is built on systems of justice. This must extend consequently to all aspects of our world, including our evidently malleable reality. And I can't simply shirk my responsibilities for Esterberg, which needs its judicative as well. Lambrecht: Ever since the collapse of the Veil there's been talks about integrating Esterberg into Poland. Where does the Court fit into all this? Edrisglair: I don't comment on politics. I will say that the Summer Court will remain regardless of Esterberg's political status barring circumstances like the physical destruction of Esterberg or complete democratic cessation. Lambrecht: Is there a statement you'd like to make for anyone ending up watching this? Edrisglair: (glaring into the camera) Do not waste my time. I have made clear how overworked the Court is. Engage fairly with the Summer Court and we will treat you fair. I will not tolerate any attempts to involve Summer in some scheme or other. This is soon to be a UN-recognized institution. Treat it as such. [END LOG] Case: Declaration of O5-73 as an Enemy of Truth Background: This trial marks one of the few where a group made the initial claim. The group consisted of signees of a petition for holding the former O5 Council accountable for their alleged crimes against humanity. A larger focus was given to O5-7 specifically for her oversight of Foundation intelligence operations. It is likely the goal of the claim was not in the decree itself but to draw O5-7 out of hiding. Instantiation: The case was brought to the Summer Court instance set up in Den Hague on the 19th December 2022. Counterclaim: N/A Verdict: The Court ruled O5-7 to fit all criteria for the declaration as one of the main enforcers of "The Grand Lie", as the Court refers to the Veil. O5-7 was thus decreed an Enemy of Truth. Weightbearer: It is assumed being decreed an Enemy of Truth is equivalent to bearing the weight of the judgement. Aftermath: The declaration stopped all work on the Summer Court Treaty dead in its tracks, as opinions about the decree were split. Some viewed it as an overextension of the Court's responsibilities, finding judgements about specific people outside its preview as well as the verdict biased due to a personal grudge of the Court. Supporters of the decision pointed out the decree held no legal consequences and was more of symbolic nature. Detractors countered with the label having historically ended in the lynching of the "Enemy". Overall the opinions against the declaration outweighed the ones supporting it in number. Interest in the Summer Court Treaty vained. The fate of O5-7 remains unknown. Enemy of Truth Sources are unclear what exactly being branded as an Enemy of Truth entails. At minimum, anyone you interact with will know you are an Enemy of Truth as soon as you make a statement. Some sources go so far as to say all truth in your vicinity will twist against you to make your life a living hell. Summertide Knights would go on quests to slay Enemies of Truth three years after their branding. So far people have been branded an Enemy of Truth after being decreed so by the Summer Court, drawing the ire of Truth in communion, or by overextracting a spell to the point of breaking to gather Truth Glamour. The latter had been historically the greatest source of branding. Summer Court instances were often formed for minor cases to get a declaration out of the Court which could be drained of most or all of its Truth Glamour. Now some permanent instances of the Summer Court have taken to giving out Truth Glamour directly for anyone to use. Most instances forbid the direct extraction out of the Courts statements outside of this supply. Notably, the Esterbergian Supreme Summer Court has a zero-tolerance policy for trying to extract glamour from it. Of those branded with the label only those indirectly put under the protection of the Lady of the Lake survived to old age. VIDEO TRANSCRIPT LOG #8471-4041 Note: The planned interview with the Lady of the Lake could not be scheduled as the hotel she currently resides in, Memories of Avalon, did not forward any attempt at communication from Vanguard. Carter Hotels, the owners of the hotel chain, declined to comment. With interest in the Summer Court Treaty veining, the search for alternatives started. One such alternative could be found in MC&D Ltd. sponsored product: Avalonian Lakewater. The mist was said to bring all reality it covered completely under the control of whoever used it. This water was of the Lady's Lakes whose domain the Cycle of Seasons had agreed never to touch. Making a pact with the Lady of the Lake could thus proof a viable alternative for allowing the Summer Court access. The Lady was only hesitantly open to such pacts, citing a desire to stay on friendly terms with the Cycle. It was in this time another important case was brought before the Court. Case: Reversal of the Tree of Life's infection Background: A genetic infection of VNP-60024 created by Dr. Eugene Muller had damaged the tree so far as to drive all animals of the kingdom Aeternae into extinction. An appeal to reverse this infection due to its threat to all life on planet Earth was brought to the Autumn Court in 1980, which transferred the case to the Summer Court. Due to the non-availability of the Court at the time, this caused no change. Instantiation: On the 20th of March 2023 the case was brought to the Esterbergian Supreme Summer Court. Counterclaim: N/A Verdict: The Court ruled the infestation could not be reasonably reversed by its authority without significant changes to the timeline. Any consistent application of Summers power would remove the infestation completely and retroactively. It was the Judges' opinion that the Court was not in the business of directly cleaning up after others' mistakes and would generally not entertain the notion of changing specific events. The Court acknowledged this mistake to unfairly target the entirety of planet Earth. It thus decreed a restriction on VNP-6002. Henceforth, and in limited capacity retroactively, VNP-6002's influence over an organism's genetics decreases the further the organism is from VNP-6002. Beyond the Atlantic this influence is negligible. To not affect the chain of events more than necessary, animals of the kingdom Aeternae were decreed to have only survived in select spaces unobserved by people since the kingdom's extinction. As the Summer Court had been declared unconstitutional by the US's Supreme Court, the decree had no affect on the USA. As such the Court would only consider a complete reversal of the infestation after this judgement had been reversed, and additionally after more serious measures to reverse the infestation had been tried. Weightbearer: Any person who directly or indirectly facilitated the infestation, as well as any of their descendants were decreed to not set food in any state recognizing the Summer Court. Any attempt to do so would result in travelling to Northern California instead, until a cure of the infestation had been tried to the best of their knowledge. Aftermath: This case drastically changed opinions on the Summer Court Treatie. Only a state in accord with the Summer Court would have access to the no longer extinct kingdom.5 With each signature more hidden spaces were found. A large number of them were turned into Aeterns preservation zones, some by Vanguard, others independently. The kingdom is currently slowly expanding again into ecosystems of signees of the Treaty. Recognition As with the rest of the Cycle of Seasons, part of the duties of the Summer Court involves recognizing organizations, inventions and other phenomena as part of its domain, the domain of 'IS'. The Summer Court is a lot more selective than other courts of the cycle. It prefers for all recognized parties to permanently stay a part of 'IS'. To still work properly with the flow of the rest of the cycle, the more lenient status of "Pending Recognition" has been created. While application to the Summer Court directly to gain this status is possible, it is made easier by passing the trials of the Late Spring Court first. Recognized Organizations: United Nations (only recognized in its function as "Forum for the Exchange between Nations") Wanderers' Library Summer Court Organizations pending Recognition: (abbreviated list) Global Occult Coalition The King's School, Canterbury, England Marshall, Carter & Dark Ltd. Recognized Inventions: (abbreviated list) Wheel Written word Electricity Recognized Treaties: Universal Declaration of Human Rights The Summer Court Treaty One year after the return of the Summer Court all UN member states with the exception of the UK have either signed the Summer Court Treaty or rejected the Court in total. Opinions about the Summer Court change from country to country. There are no larger trends of approval and disapproval, as attention is largely only brought to it when an instance makes a judgement of political significance, particularly judgements from Esterberg. Many paranormal enclaves, none of which are as of yet formally recognized by the UN, have independently agreed to sign their own version of the Summer Court Treaty. The enclaves have been for the most part laxer than the states in legally restricting the Summer Courts' authority. The Yeren city of Druv'tuul in particular has declined to restrict the Summer Court at all and chose to employ a different rite to invoke the Summer Court's authority. When asked for a comment on this King Eldröl Gérunda had this to say: "The Cycle of Seasons was founded during the Fae Empire, but to think of it as a Fae institution? We had the Cycle under our thumb for 50 thousand years! Longer, if you think of Druv'tuul. No one should be surprised we found our own ways to handle the courts. I couldn't be happier about Summer's return. In the name of Druv'tuul, there is only one thing I want to say to the once again complete Cycle of Seasons: Welcome back!" Spring Again Cycle of Seasons / ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "VNP-8471" by Ethagon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-8471. 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: court.jpg Name: Hoge raad gebouw lange voorhout.jpg Author: M.Minderhoud License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://de.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Datei:Hoge_raad_gebouw_lange_voorhout.jpg Filename: santa.jpg Name: White Beard Author: Ozzy Delaney License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/24931020@N02/7715950362/ This article contains an excerpt from "SCP-6002" by bigslothonmyface, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6002. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. Footnotes 1. A mistaken assumption that has since been rectified in all documents. 2. A glamour which can be extracted from inviolably true statements. It is mainly used to highlight true statements over fake news or as a component of truth-related spells. The Summer Court has always been its main distributor. 3. The Summer Court has shied away from acknowledging the existence of the Foundation in any statements including ranks like O5. Instead, the Court used the O5's real name. 4. A giant sequoia tree in Northern California, United States of America mapping to a "tree of life" including every genome of life on earth. Removal or modification of genetic material from VNP-6002 impacts organisms which share said material. 5. For the economic impact of the Aeterns return, see VNP-6002-ARK. |
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Following the announcement of a new venue, MTF Upsilon-33 ("Rushing Critics") are dispatched to the location to secure as many tickets to the show as possible.1 Entrance to SCP-8478 by Foundation personnel is limited to individuals with prior authorization. Any unauthorized researchers found attempting to gain access to SCP-8478 will be subject to disciplinary action. Instances of cognitohazards advertising SCP-8478 are to be neutralized via memetic countermemes. An active cognitohazard, appearing to the viewer as a poster for SCP-8478, and an inert representation of said cognitohazard are included below as reference. Show Cognitohazard? Hide Sense An anomalous sensory club, delivering transformative artistic experiences through immersion in an incomparable world. Limited Engagement Only. Tickets available at venue. Details regarding the times, dates and location of the performances are anomalously learned by the viewers of a given poster. A neutralized version of the above cognitohazard. A former venue for SCP-8478 Description: SCP-8478 is an anomalous theatrical experience known as 'Sense'. SCP-8478 operates as a pop-up installation encountered in many venues, most commonly in Three-Portlands.2 SCP-8478 instances will be hosted at a given venue for approximately two weeks, before abruptly disappearing overnight. Individuals who travel to the SCP-8478 venue are able to purchase a ticket to a given entry time to SCP-8478. SCP-8478 tickets are available at a range of prices, based on various socioeconomic factors, ranging from free to $500USD per ticket. After an individual purchases their ticket, they are told to return to the venue at the time of their show. Returning to the venue at the reserved time allows an individual to enter the building — individuals who have not purchased a ticket will be physically incapable of entering. When an attendee enters the building (hereto referred to as a 'guest'), the guest will enter the waiting room. This room is accessed regardless of which doorway is used by an individual to gain access to the venue. Gloves, serving as the ticket for SCP-8478 The guest will be drawn towards a table in the center of the room, containing a pair of gloves. These gloves are used to distinguish elements of the performance from other guests — all guests are required to wear these gloves at all times during a performance of SCP-8478. Upon putting on the gloves, a number of doors will open around the perimeter of the room. Guests will now be able to walk through any given door, able to explore the full layout of the venue. The venue is not topologically consistent with registered floorplans, instead following an internal logic for the duration of SCP-8478. Within the location, there are many different memetic experiences presented, hereafter referred to as SCP-8478-A instances. These instances each occupy a specific room within the venue, with a cognitohazardous trigger concealed somewhere within the room. Rooms are decorated thematically, typically resembling domiciles, hotel rooms, cellars, or more exotic locations, as based on the contents of the SCP-8478-A instance. Guests are invited to enter rooms, searching for SCP-8478-A instances — viewing an instance will cause a guest to enter a temporary catatonic coma, during which they experience hallucinations that serve as the primary 'performances' within SCP-8478. Typically, SCP-8478 will consist of 20-30 distinct SCP-8478-A instances, scattered throughout 40-60 rooms. A guest will have access to SCP-8478 for a duration of three hours, at the conclusion of which, they will be compelled to walk through the nearest doorway, resulting in the guest reappearing outside of the building. To date, SCP-8478 has not resulted in any permanent injuries, disappearances or casualties. Addendum 1: SCP-8478-A Instances SCP-8478-A instances are cognitohazards and their associated memetic hallucinatory effects, used throughout SCP-8478. A consistent list of SCP-8478-A instances found within a given SCP-8478 venue cannot be created, as the included instances change arbitrarily. Notable and commonly recurring SCP-8478-A instances are listed below: Instance: SCP-8478-A-2 Designation: The Sudden Chill Cognitohazardous Trigger: The underneath of an icy lake, drawn by a child Effects: SCP-8478-A-2 causes the viewer to experience the alleged last moments of a seven-year-old girl named Grace.3 The viewer will begin to hallucinate a dark void, before beginning to experience the sensation of drowning in a lake during winter, after having fallen through the ice. The viewer will feel the chill, pain and sensation of their lungs filling with water, until they are rendered unconscious, at which point, they awake in the real world. At no point during this experience is the viewer unable to breathe. Instance: SCP-8478-A-5 Designation: The Listener Cognitohazardous Trigger: A crooked keyhole Effects: SCP-8478-A-5 causes the viewer to take the place of a child listening to a fight between their parents. The viewer is unable to move or intervene, and must hear the escalating conflict between the parents, resulting in a physical altercation. The parents are seen by the viewer through a keyhole, and are often obscured due to the limited visuals. Instance: SCP-8478-A-6 Designation: Roughing It Cognitohazardous Trigger: A bloody patch of carpet Effects: SCP-8478-A-6 causes the viewer to experience multiple different types of rug burns. SCP-8478-A-6 has consisted of between 10-30 different sensations, ranging from different carpet types to different rug burn locations. Instance: SCP-8478-A-11 Designation: Selfish Confinement Prisons Cognitohazardous Trigger: Unknown Effects: SCP-8478-A-11 causes the viewer to hallucinate the experience of an unknown anomalous individual held in a containment cell within a Foundation site. The viewer will undergo a standard containment experience, with limited interactions with others and timed feedings. This experience is one of the longest within SCP-8478, with the perceived experience ranging between 4 hours to 2 weeks. In actuality, this experience spans 5 minutes. Both the anomalous individual and Foundation site are currently unidentified; it is believed that they are the fictional creations of Pseudogenesis Productions. However, due to potential information breaches, continued research into identifying the origin of this experience is ongoing. Addendum 2: Exploration Log On 07/21/2016, Researcher Megan Elken entered the 8 p.m. performance of SCP-8478, equipped with digital video and audio recording equipment. This test was authorized to record an instance, and to document the researcher's reactions. Due to anomalous interference, the recording was partially corrupted — relevant and coherent excerpts are below: SCP-8478 Exploration Video Log Transcript Location: Three-Portlands' Parkwood Glen Apartments, Abandoned c. 1993 Date: 07/21/2016 Team Members: Dr. Megan Elken [BEGIN LOG] The recording is captured from video recording hardware embedded in Dr. Elken's glasses. An empty apartment lobby is shown. The decorations are consistent with the age of the building, resembling a luxury apartment from the mid-1940s. Paint and wallpaper peels from the walls, accumulated grime and dirt covering the walls. In the center of the room is a short pedestal, holding a pair of red elbow length gloves. The perimeter of the room is lined with 10 doors, each closed. Dr. Elken begins by walking around the perimeter of the room, attempting each door handle. Each door is locked. Dr. Elken: This is Dr. Elken, I have entered the venue and appeared in the waiting room without issue. The doors are all locked, as expected, and a pedestal in the middle of the room has the gloves for me to put on. Dr. Elken looks at their hands. Dr. Elken: I believe that there is a slight compulsion effect present in this room. Dr. Elken pauses, appearing to fight the compulsion. Dr. Elken: The anomalous effect appears to cause an individual to want to put on the gloves. I must assume it is a minor cognitohazard designed to make the viewer desire the gloves in some way. To continue the exploration, I will put the gloves on. Dr. Elken walks to the center of the room, and pulls the gloves onto her hands. Once the second glove is pulled all the way on, every door in the room swings open in unison. The corresponding crash echoes throughout the room. Dr. Elken: Great, I'm— When the footage resumes, Dr. Elken appears to be outside, in a forest. Upon closer inspection, they are in a large indoor chamber, with anomalous projections on the ceilings and walls causing the viewer to believe that there are no boundaries. In the center of the room burns a roaring campfire. Dr. Elken:—just out of that SCP-8478-A instance. I was at summer camp, reliving my good old days. Dr. Elken pauses, raising their hand to their head. Dr. Elken: No. That's not right. I've never been to a summer camp. However, while I was inside the SCP-8478-A instance, I truly believed that I had been a camper for years and that it was a foundational experience. Dr. Elken sits down onto a log, rubbing their temples. Dr. Elken: It's a strange feeling — almost like both sets of memories are true. If I hadn't gone through the Foundation training, I wouldn't know which one was real. Why would they do that? The only reason would be to make you feel like you might ha— Dr. Elken, freezes, then after a moment, shakes their head while chuckling. Dr. Elken: That's… I mean it's effective. I understand what it means now. Let me try and explain this for the record. Dr. Elken clears their throat. Dr. Elken: I still haven't gotten used to the sensation of entering an SCP-8478-A instance. When you're exposed, you know that it has happened, but it isn't like a traditional cognitohazard. I believed that I was the individual the instance was about. Dr. Elken: I understood the nostalgia and pain of being the only one left. I was inside of that feeling — sure, I've read about loneliness and survivor's guilt, but I haven't experienced it personally. This instance made me feel like I had. I didn't have to think about it, I just… got it. Completely. Dr. Elken looks up at the stars, the projections glimmering above. Dr. Elken: I think I'll sit here for a whil- Dr. Elken: —hile I've been in here, I haven't encountered more than one other guest. SCP-8478 is either much larger than we think, or they have some way of separating the guests, I'm not sure which. The sound returned momentarily before the footage. Dr. Elken is seen walking down a long apartment corridor, doors on both sides. They do not seem to be trying the handles, instead walking towards a distant art deco doorway. Dr. Elken: I've been trying to cover as much ground as possible, hoping to find other guests, but I've been unsuccessful. I didn't want to spend too much time doing this, but my watch seems to have stopped as soon as I entered the building. I'm unsure of how much time I have left. Dr. Elken continues down the hallway, trying doors at they go - they are all locked. Dr. Elken: This experience has been… well frankly, it's been incredible. I know we need to shut this down, but… I think we should talk to them. Try and come to some agreement that allows Sense to continue to run. Dr. Elken shakes their head, breaking their reverie. Dr. Elken: I'm sorry, that was unprofessional of me. It appears that there may be a larger memetic compulsion causing the infected to express sympathy with GOI-478. Dr. Elken pauses, standing still. They do not move for an extended period of time. Dr. Elken: What if there is no compulsion… Just ahead, a hallway splits off to the right — Dr. Elken notices it and starts walking towards it, turning into it. The hallway she enters appears quite long; however, after only a few steps, she is now at the end of the hallway, the wall inches away. Dr. Elken turns around, staring back at the hallway. It is as long as it appeared initially. Dr. Elken: I believe that was the result of ontokinetic anomalous spatial compression — they must use that throughout to make everything fit. They rebuild these rooms and recreate everything each and every time they change venues. They must have some powerful reality benders working on this… Dr. Elken turns back to the end of the hallway, now facing a different hallway. The hallway here is a different style entirely, appearing similar to that of a grand hotel, with baroque-inspired architecture. In the middle of the hallway is a visual distortion, swirling colors. Dr. Elken: What is— Dr. Elken begins approaching the distortion, but is hesitant. They hear a noise behind them and turn — there is nothing. Dr. Elken turns back to the distortion, but it has instead been replaced with a male mannequin, approximately 2 feet away from her. Dr. Elken: Fuck! Dr. Elken grabs at her chest, inhaling sharply. Dr. Elken: It's okay, there's nothing weird going on here, just part of the show. Dr. Elken straightens their back, resuming their analytic commentary. Dr. Elken: There appears to be a post-war era department store mannequin standing in the center of the hallway. This is the first instance I have seen within SCP-8478, so I don't know what to expect. Dr. Elken stares at the mannequin — the mannequin is dressed in baggy clothes, posed mid-stride. It is unmoving. Dr. Elken: As far as I can tell, the mannequin is iner— The mannequin moves, tilting its head and appearing to stare at Dr. Elken. Dr. Elken: Oh! OKAY! The mannequin is capable of independent movemen— Unknown Entity: Hey. Do you mind moving over and not being weird? I'm trying to work here. The source of this voice is unknown — it appears to originate from the mannequin, but at no point does it move any facial features. Dr. Elken: The mannequin is now talking to— oh shit. Unknown Entity: It's not that weird, can you just get over it? Some people are robots or monsters, I'm mannequins. Alright? Dr. Elken: Right, sor— Footage resumes, showing Dr. Elken running through corridors, resembling a sub-basement. Dr. Elken: I need to get out of here, there has to be a doorway somewhere, right? Dr. Elken pauses as they come to a larger chamber - the walls are lined with doors, each marked with a different symbol. Dr. Elken: Okay now I just need to— She pauses, bending over and breathing hard. Dr. Elken: Wait. Why am I running? Dr. Elken looks around, trying to find something. Dr. Elken: Was that only in the SCP-8478-A instance? I swear I had woken up, but… did I? She pinches herself, and yells in reaction. Dr. Elken: Ouch! Dr. Elken pauses. Dr. Elken: I felt pain in the SCP-8478-A instances though, so I guess that tells me nothing. Maybe I shoul— Footage resumes as Dr. Elken walks out of a doorway, entering an alleyway beside the venue. They turn around, and can see a glimpse of a female figure before the door begins to close. Unknown Woman: Thanks for coming Doctor, now tell all of your buddies at the Foundation to stay the fuck away, alright? [END LOG] Upon recovery of Dr. Elken post exiting SCP-8478, a psychological panel was performed to assess their mental state. The results were consistent with individuals who had undergone intense exposure therapy, exhibiting behaviors consistent with patients who had completed EMDR treatments. Based on interviews done after the fact, Dr. Elken was not in danger at any point during SCP-8478. Their fear in the basement was simply a panic attack resulting from an SCP-8478-A instance. Dr. Elken conveyed that they were trapped within a shipping container travelling across the ocean, and temporarily developed claustrophobia following exposure. Following the exploration log, additional research was done into identifying the unknown individuals seen within SCP-8478. The addendum below contains the Foundation's current information on the group responsible for SCP-8478. Addendum 3: Pseudogenesis Productions Pseudogenesis Productions (GOI-478) is an anomalous theatre group, responsible for the creation and performances of SCP-8478. Founded by Stephanie Pseudo in 2006, Pseudogenesis Productions focuses on creating what they call 'authentically immersive theatre', typically utilizing a combination of ontokinetics and memetics to create detailed and extreme performances. Below is an excerpt from a Playbill recovered from SCP-8478, listing the key creative members of Pseudogenesis Productions: Meet the Crew! Stephanie Pseudo || Creative Director4 Stephanie is the founder of Pseudogenesis Productions, and the creator of Sense. She hopes that Sense will show you that nothing is permanent, and everything can change. Solomon Baer || Lead Lighting Technician5 Solomon is a graduate from Deer College's anart theatre program, specializing in the manipulation of light and color. He wants to thank his parents for exposing him to the anomalous from a young age, and all of the other crew for the work they do. Duplo || Ontokinetic Production Designer6 Duplo is a college dropout who joined Pseudogenesis Productions so that they could create anart that didn't kill the viewer. If you see them around Sense, be sure to say hi! Just don't get in their way - they're probably on their way to fix something. Vivienne Chen || Memetics & Cognitohazard Designer7 Vivienne is the master of memetics, and is responsible for the cognitohazards present throughout Sense. She believes that memetics allow for untold levels of shared understanding within theatre. Vivienne would like to specifically not thank the Foundation, as they are a bunch of idiots playing doctor, including her mother. Addendum 4: Incident 8478-478 Following the identification of both POI-478-3 & POI-478-4 within Dr. Elken's exploration footage, a strike team was formed to raid an SCP-8478 location to capture as many members of GOI-478 as possible. On 04/22/2017, the strike team managed to locate the next venue for SCP-8478 while it was still in pre-production. A raid that day captured four individuals, claiming to be POIs 478-1 through 478-4. Upon transport to an interim holding site, each member was interviewed. The most relevant interview is included below: Containment Intake Interview Date: 04/22/2017 Researcher: Dr. Megan Elken Supervising Researcher: Erynn Chen [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Elken: Hello POI-478-4, have you been told why you are here? POI-478-4: Yeah. I'm here because you guys love wasting resources. Dr. Elken: POI-478-4, are you aware of who we are? POI-478-4: Yeah! You're the idiots who lock people like me up for shits and giggles, without thinking about who we are. Dr. Elken: The Foundation exists to protect the world fro— POI-478-4: From what? Theatre kids? Are you guys kidding me? I remember that you used to actually try and prioritize actually dangerous anomalies — why do you care about a fucking play? Dr. Elken: Since you know so much about the Foundation, POI-478-4, then this won't come as a surprise — if you don't start to cooperate, I will be forced to terminate you. We have your three compatriots, so you're expendable. POI-478-4: I'm expendable? Laughing That's fucking funny. Dr. Elken: What's so amusing POI-478-4? POI-478-4: You think that you captured four of us, right? Sorry to break it to you doc, but the others have nothing to tell you. Dr. Elken pauses, listening to a concealed communication device. Dr. Elken: What? They're useless? How did they— I'm sorry, did you say it's just a mannequin? I saw it move! What the— Dr. Elken pauses, listening. After a second, they nod at a mirrored window and turn back to face POI-478-4. Dr. Elken: Right. Tell us how POI-478-3 turned into a hunk of plastic, while the other two are now acting like they have no idea what's going on? POI-478-4: Oh, now I'm interesting, huh? Dr. Elken: POI-478-4, don't make me— POI-478-4: Alright, alright fine. It's memetics. Dr. Elken: What are you talking about POI-478-4? What do you mean by memetics? POI-478-4: You know? Like the pretend science of fucking with brains with pictures? Dr. Elken: I know what memetics are, I was asking what you have to do with memetics. POI-478-4: Didn't you read the playbill? I make the cognitohazards. Basically I come up with an idea, and then I make the fucking cognitohazard. Did that clear things up? POI-478-4 leans back into their chair and places their feet onto the table. Dr. Elken looks at a mirrored window, before continuing the interview. Dr. Elken: Right. If you answer one question directly, I'll end this interview and you can go back to being alone. POI-478-4: For real? You'll leave? Dr. Elken: Yes. POI-478-4: Fine. One question. Dr. Elken: Two of the captured individuals are now claiming that they aren't members of Pseudogenesis Productions despite identifying themselves as key members upon capture. What did you do to them? POI-478-4: I can't believe you actually thought that we'd all be in one place at the same time. Seriously? Do you really think we're that stupid? Dr. Elken does not respond. POI-478-4 reacts with annoyance, continuing to speak. POI-478-4: You want to know how I did it? It's a mental overlay, a complete copy of the other members of the team. I make a cognitohazard placing a mental overlay on our hired workers, letting the overlay take control when they are within the theatre space. Was that simple enough to understand? Dr. Elken: Yeah. I understand that you're brainwashing people. POI-478-4: Wow. I almost forgot what it was like talking to people like you. Dr. Elken: Moving on, what about POI-478-3? The mannequin is inert now, and has no signs of— POI-478-4: Oh, that's weird. Dr. Elken: What is, POI-478-4? POI-478-4: Well that's more questions. And you said you would only ask one. Maybe you're not the smartest researcher here? Dr. Elken: Excuse me? Dr. Elken is seen pausing, listening to a concealed communication device. After a few seconds, Dr. Elken turns to face POI-478-4. Dr. Elken: That will be all for now, POI-478-4. Supervising Researcher Chen will be here later to continue the interrogation. POI-478-4: … What did you just say? Dr. Elken does not respond to POI-478-4, gathering their papers and standing. POI-478-4 attempts to stand up, but is pulled back down by its restraints. POI-478-4: Who the fuck told my mother about this? Hey, I'm talking to you! Dr. Elken exits the room. POI-478-4 stops shouting. They look around the room, identifying the security cameras. POI-478-4: I know you're watching this mom. Stay away from me. [END LOG] Following the intake interview, cameras and sensors failed within POI-478-4's temporary containment cell. This fact was not recognized until hours later, at which point they were found to be missing. Investigation into the lapse in security revealed that POI-478-4 had smuggled a vial of ontokinetically-infused ink in a non-topological pocket somewhere within their clothing. POI-478-4 used said ink to draw cognitohazards directly onto their person, and inside of the chamber. These cognitohazards disabled the sensors, and allowed POI-478-4 to bypass security protocols to exit their holding chamber. The interim holding site was not intended for anything more than momentary containment, due to its status as a Foundation front business. As such, POI-478-4 was able to escape unnoticed, without force. They were last recorded walking out the main doors of the temporary site, holding their middle finger out to the camera. As of the time of writing, all members of Pseudogenesis Productions are at large, and performances of SCP-8478 are ongoing. Footnotes 1. Due to the status of GOI-478 as a non-profit anomalous theatre company, these costs qualify as Foundation-backed arts subsidies, resulting in an overall net profit for SCP-8478's budget. 2. Performance locations have included: abandoned hotels, apartment buildings, hospitals, schools, and assorted bungalows. 3. As identified based on her name and age being included in each instance of the drawing. Foundation searches have turned up no evidence of a death matching this. 4. POI-478-1 5. POI-478-2 6. POI-478-3 7. POI-478-4 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-8478" by Queerious, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-8478. 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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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 NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION DEPARTMENT OF ABNORMAL PARAPSYCHOLOGY The following file is restricted to Site-80-P, to ensure patient confidentiality. — Dr. Allyana Weiss, Lead Researcher, Anomalous Childhood Development Specialty Intake Interview — Video Log Date: September 25th, 2023 Psychiatrist: Dr. Allyana Weiss Subject: Emily Curtis, 20, designated SCP-8480-A <START RECORDING> Security footage shows the interior of Interrogation Room P-15. The room has been staged to look like a therapist's office. Dr. Weiss sits behind a desk with her clipboard; across from her, SCP-8480-A sits cross-legged, looking at the floor. Their right hand is bandaged, showing partial blood staining — the concentration of which is centered on the tip of SCP-8480-A's index finger. Dr. Weiss: Hey there Emily. Have you been holding up well? Making any friends? SCP-8480-A: What? Dr. Weiss: It's okay, I'm here to be your friend! SCP-8480-A: Really? I can't believe that you thought that would work on me. Dr. Weiss pauses, a flash of realization. She blushes. SCP-8480-A rolls their eyes. Dr. Weiss: Oh god. Sorry. I've been talking to 8-year-olds all morning. Let's start over? SCP-8480-A snorts. SCP-8480-A: Sure. So when can I go home? Dr. Weiss: When you've had a bit of a chance to breathe. Now, I do have to ask you some questions— SCP-8480-A rolls their eyes and looks out the window in the interview room. SCP-8480-A: Of course you do. Fine. Dr. Weiss: Can you tell me your name? SCP-8480-A: Em. SCP-8480-A stares at the bloody finger, wrapped in gauze. They bite their lip, tearing at the skin. Shivering, they drop their hand by their side. SCP-8480-A: Just ask me what you really care about. Dr. Weiss: What do you think I care about? SCP-8480-A lays back on the couch and stares at the ceiling. SCP-8480-A: Why I snapped. Obviously. It's not like the other times, this time was— nevermind. Dr. Weiss pauses, writing notes. Dr. Weiss: Why don't we just start with what happened. You were at school, for a test? SCP-8480-A: An exam. Dr. Weiss: Right, a test. How were you feeling? SCP-8480-A: Anxious, I guess? I wasn't ready for the exam. I just… I needed more time. Dr. Weiss: Tell me more about the test. SCP-8480-A hesitates. They turn to face Dr. Weiss, chewing the nail on their thumb. SCP-8480-A: I had to pass this exam, you know? Dr. Weiss: You were failing out? SCP-8480-A: What? No. I'm not a bad student, I just get overwhelmed, and end up missing class. Sure, I mean, I wasn't doing great but, well… it meant that the exam was my only hope. We were all gathered in the test room, desks in perfect lines, perfect students all ready to ace the exam; and then there was me, and I was fucked. SCP-8480-A realizes they have been biting their nails. They violently throw their hand down, hitting their thigh. They wince. SCP-8480-A: Sorry. Bad habit. Dr. Weiss: It's okay. Why were you 'fucked', to use your phrasing? SCP-8480-A: My head was throbbing, and I couldn't focus. Dr. Weiss: Just a small headache? That shouldn't have been an issue. SCP-8480-A: Really? I've been having migraines ever since I started college, and they've only gotten worse and worse. I can almost feel the headaches in my entire body, you know? So when I looked at the exam, and my head started to swim, I panicked. But I had to pass, so I started writing. Dr. Weiss: Okay. So you were writing the exam, how did the incident occur? SCP-8480-A: The 'incident'? God, you're worse than my last therapist. I don't know why they wouldn't let me finish writing. Dr. Weiss: Why did they stop you? SCP-8480-A returns to biting their left thumbnail. SCP-8480-A: So I was writing my test, and I couldn't think. Whenever it gets like that, I know I bite my nails. It's just… it helps me cope. It lets me focus. So I'm biting my nails while trying to complete the essay portion; I start to hear people around me muttering, but between the exam and my headache, it was just noise. It's all just noise, you know? Dr. Weiss nods, giving SCP-8480-A a slight smile. SCP-8480-A: I get to the end, and my brain shuts down. It's screaming in pain, yelling at me that I don't know what the fuck I'm doing — I'm pushing through, biting the skin around my nails. The controlled pain helps, and I don't even pay much attention while I chew; I have to finish this essay or my parents would kill me. That's when people started talking around me. Dr. Weiss: In the exam? SCP-8480-A: Yeah, I guess. I didn't look up, I couldn't waste any more time. And then this girl behind me screams. Dr. Weiss: She screamed? SCP-8480-A: Top of her lungs. Dr. Weiss: What did you do? SCP-8480-A: I kept writing. And then the proctors came over, and started yammering, like fuck if it wasn't already hard to keep my thoughts straight. So I told them to just let me finish writing this sentence, and then I could talk, but they demanded it. And then one of them touched me on the shoulder— he fucking grabbed me. So I spun, and pushed him away. I think I yelled at him too, I can't remember. Dr. Weiss: What do you remember? SCP-8480-A: Blood. A few flecks, across the top of my exam. I tried to wipe it away and— and then I tasted it. Copper, acrid in my mouth, dripping down my lips. I saw more blood, and that's when I noticed it dripping down my arm. Then I heard the screaming. All of them, screaming for their lives. My head was throbbing, the room was spinning and I couldn't concentrate on the sentence, so I turned around to see— it was the proctor. They were standing there, covered in blood, spray covering their face, staring at me in terror. My blood. SCP-8480-A shivers. SCP-8480-A: There was a crack. A sharp jolt of pain that pulled me out of my spiral. That's when I saw my finger. I didn't even feel it. I… I was just biting my nails. Dr. Weiss: You bit off your fingernail? SCP-8480-A: I bit off the tip of my finger. I saw the bone. Dr. Weiss: What happened next? SCP-8480-A: I tried to finish my exam. But then the blood kept dripping onto my page, and when I was trying to clean it up and save my exam— that's when the paramedics showed up. They dragged me out, and now I'm here. <END RECORDING> Item#: 8480 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-8480-1 instances are to be isolated and contained within Site-80-P under the guise of prolonged psychiatric care. Bandages, gauze, splints and casts on instances are to be inspected daily, and replaced as needed. Potential SCP-8480-1 instances are flagged via Foundation crawlers, identifying any individuals under the age of 8 that exhibit symptoms of SCP-8480. These subjects are to be issued a cover diagnosis of 'Extreme OCD tendencies and Severe Anxiety'. When an instance begins to exhibit symptomatic progression, Foundation agents are dispatched to secure the SCP-8480 instance, recommending to their guardians that the SCP-8480-A instance should be involuntarily committed to Foundation Psychiatric facilities for their own safety. To date, all SCP-8480-1 instances have been remanded to Foundation care, and are to be held under involuntary commitment in perpetuity. A hand, displaying symptoms of SCP-8480 infection. Description: SCP-8480 refers to an anomalous mental disorder that typically manifests in children between the ages of 3 to 14. Infected subjects, SCP-8480-1 instances, exhibit the following symptoms: Moderate to Severe Anxiety; Headaches/Migraines; Moderate to Severe Onychophagia; Moderate to Severe Dermatophagia; Accelerated cellular regeneration/healing; Significantly high pain thresholds, especially in a subject's digits. SCP-8480 is believed to be triggered when any child experiences extreme, persistent anxiety, or undergoes a traumatic event. While under said mental duress, if the child bites their nails as a coping mechanism, they will be infected with SCP-8480. Subjects will then experience varied rates of symptomatic progression, typically linked to internal and external stressors. Many unidentified instances are believed to survive into adulthood asymptomatically. The majority of instances under the Foundation's care were committed under the age of 15, totaling ██00 contained instances between all facilities. SCP-8480-A refers to Emily Curtis, 20, an SCP-8480 instance who was significantly older than all other instances when first recovered. It is theorized that additional research interviews with SCP-8480-A have a high probability of identifying the root causes and triggers of SCP-8480, and will help better understand how to mitigate the symptoms of the anomaly. Session #3 — Video Log Date: September 28th, 2023 Psychiatrist: Dr. Allyana Weiss Subject: SCP-8480-A <START RECORDING> SCP-8480-A is in the interrogation room, shaking their leg. Multiple fingers have gauze covering them. Dr. Weiss is sitting in a chair across from SCP-8480-A. The two sit in silence. SCP-8480-A: Will you just say something, or can I go? Dr. Weiss: I already told you: you can talk about anything you want, or we can sit in silence for the hour. I don't mind either way. Silence. SCP-8480-A: Ugh. I guess we can talk about… this. SCP-8480-A gestures at themselves. Dr. Weiss: What if we start easy? Do you remember the first time you bit your nails? SCP-8480-A: Does anybody? Dr. Weiss: You'd be surprised by what the mind remembers. SCP-8480-A: I remember the shame. The embarrassment. The pain. The countless adults telling me what an awful habit it was, the disgusting taste of the sprays that I ignored — my mind won't let me forget any of that. Dr. Weiss: It sounds like it was present throughout your life, then. Can you recall a time when it felt the worst? SCP-8480-A: I guess? I… okay, wait, I do remember that I was like, maybe seven or eight. I was in my bedroom, playing by myself, when I heard a loud slam. Like something had just crashed into the side of our house, into my wall, glass breaking — I ran out of my room to see what was happening. Dr. Weiss: What did you find? SCP-8480-A looks away. SCP-8480-A: I… I don't know. I remember blood. My mom. My dad. Not much else. I ran back into my room, slammed the door and locked it behind me; I saw my mom do it all the time. And then they started yelling at each other. Dr. Weiss: That sounds incredibly difficult to process. SCP-8480-A: Yeah. I just… I remember crying, and when my dad yelled through my wall to 'Shut up!', and I heard a lamp shatter from the other side, I started to hyperventilate an— and, then, uhh. Sorry. SCP-8480-A begins to chew on their knuckle, the skin red and raw. Dr. Weiss: It's okay. You don't have to keep going if you don— SCP-8480-A: I want to. Dr. Weiss: Okay. SCP-8480-A: You know when a kid is crying? Like that kind of disgusting, slobbery, unbound emotions that you don't know how to process yet, and it's just flying everywhere? And I was alone, trying to figure out why I was feeling bad, let alone why my dad yelled at me. I shouldn't have left my room, it was my fault. My head felt like it was filling up with oil, coating everything and just making it feel hopeless. My stomach was in knots— and again, he yelled at me. I screamed for help and then— SCP-8480-A exhales three times in quick succession. When they open their mouth, their lip is bloodied, the surface of the skin ripped apart. They do not notice, and continue biting on their knuckle. It has also begun to bleed, and bone is partially visible. Dr. Weiss does not intervene. SCP-8480-A: Sorry, I just… there's a reason I try and forget. I heard my mom scream, trying to stop him, but he didn't listen. I heard the heavy footsteps, the familiar sounds of my nightmares. I heard him try the door handle, shaking the frame, demanding that I unlock it. He was threatening to break it, knock it down, show me how to shut up and listen to my father, saying I was 'lucky' he didn't take my door away. Dr. Weiss: What did you do? SCP-8480-A: At first, I didn't know what to do; you know when you just have so many emotions, they need to come out? I started to freak out — I think it was a panic attack, thinking back to it… sorry, I'm… yeah. So my mind is screaming that I'm a failure, my dad is pounding on the door and I know I'm going to get in trouble and I— I bit my tongue. Not intentionally, just by accident. And… it helped. As the pain throbbed on my tongue, I felt the pain in my head go down. Turns out biting my nails, ripping at the edges of my fingers, it all helped. The piercing intensity of the hurt — I used it to focus. I centered myself around my pain, calmed myself through the overwhelming feelings; gives me… it helps me breathe. SCP-8480-A shakes their head. SCP-8480-A: I stopped crying after that. I learned what a mistake it was to be myself. I… that was the first time I remember me using pain to stop my… my mind, my anxiety, my everything. SCP-8480-A cries in silence, face neutral, with tears pouring down. They are struggling to focus; SCP-8480-A pinches the bandaged finger, flinching and regaining control of their breathing. Dr. Weiss: Are you okay? Do we need to take a break? SCP-8480-A: I… I don't know. <END RECORDING> Addendum 1: Symptomatic Progression SCP-8480-1 instances will experience a number of symptoms as the anomalous influence increases. The rate of progression is unknown, but movement between stages is believed to be linked to experiencing additional traumatic or stressful experiences. SCP-8480 infections can be grouped into the following stages: Stage 1: Onset Symptoms Case Study SCP-8480 can be contracted at any point before an individual's adolescence, with identified subjects having a median age of 9. While SCP-8480 infection is believed to be possible as early as 3 months, diagnosis is difficult due to the fact that infants lack teeth; instead common indicators are sucking on fingers, or otherwise gumming their limbs. Regardless of age, upon infection, all SCP-8480-1 instances begin to exhibit the following symptoms within 2-3 days of the inciting incident. Youngest recorded SCP-8480-1 instance, ~6 months old, exhibiting Stage 1's symptoms Instances will begin to experience low to moderate anxiety during the majority of their days, unless already at those levels. Instances will begin to feel the anxiety manifesting as light pains in the stomach, or head — commonly diagnosed as a 'tummy ache' or 'headache', given the subjects' ages. Instances will develop numerous maladaptive coping mechanisms, ranging from picking at skin, pulling their hair, and biting their fingernails. Subjects have stated that, of these, biting their nails provides the most 'relief'. Instances will begin to believe that there is something inherently wrong with them, that is unable to be fixed. It is unknown if this is a symptom, or a side-effect. While there are exceptions, SCP-8480-1 instances will move into Stage 2 within approximately 6 months to 1 year from initial onset. Therapist: Dr. Allyana Weiss Subject: SCP-8480-CA16 (Mikey, 7) Notes: SCP-8480-CA16 was recovered recently from a private daycare in Southern California. SCP-8480-CA16 displays symptoms typical of a Stage 1 infection. <START RECORDING> Dr. Weiss: How are you today, Mikey? Did you have fun in the group room earlier? SCP-8480-CA16 has their hand in their mouth, a slightly pink drool dripping down. SCP-8480-CA16: We played with Legos and I got to build a house, but then Stumpy ran over and knocked down my— Dr. Weiss: Stumpy? That's not a very nice thing to call somebody. Do you mean Jordan? SCP-8480-CA16: Nuh-uh, his name is Stumpy! That's what all the other kids say, and umm, they say that they're… they said my name was Stubs and it's not, it's Mikey! Dr. Weiss: I know that Mikey. You know, other kids only say that because they're scared like you are. SCP-8480-CA16 takes their hand out of their mouth. They have bitten their nail far enough that the skin is bleeding underneath. They begin to draw on the floor with their fingertip. SCP-8480-CA16: I want my mommy. Mommy didn't call me a scaredy-cat, she… Dr. Weiss: Mikey, you know you can't see your mother anymore. We've talked about thi— SCP-8480-CA16: I want to see her! Why won't you let me go home to my mommy? Dr. Weiss: Mikey, your mommy isn't safe. We want to help you, okay? Do you think you can just talk to me for a bit longer? Tell me about what you're drawing. SCP-8480-CA16 begins to bite their other fingers, but nods in assent. <END RECORDING> Stage 2: Stasis Symptoms Case Study SCP-8480-1 instances entering Stage 2 of SCP-8480 will continue to experience the same symptoms as above, as well as the following: SCP-8480 instance in Stage 2 receiving medical care; image discovered in Foundation archives. Instances will become dependent on their maladaptive coping mechanisms to regulate their emotions. Attempts to dissuade this behavior through medical, psychological, or therapeutic intervention have no impact. Instances will begin to further increase their reliance on onychophagia and dematophagia as the only consistent methods of regulating their emotional states; this often leads to SCP-8480-1 instances bleeding as a result. SCP-8480-1 instances are believed to be able to remain in this stage for an indefinite period, with SCP-8480-A being the oldest discovered instance, having transitioned into the third stage just prior to intake. For an SCP-8480-1 instance to move into Stage 3, they must experience a significant and prolonged period of stress, anxiety, and traumatic experiences. The exact trigger changes on an individual basis, and there is no way to predict what will trigger Stage 3. Therapist: Dr. Allyana Weiss Subject: SCP-8480-MD27 (Lana, 12) Notes: SCP-8480-MD27 was admitted to Site-80-P two years ago, following a report by their middle school teacher, after they began bleeding in class during 'Bring Your Parent to School Day'. SCP-8480-MD27 is a prototypical example of Stage 2. <START RECORDING> SCP-8480-MD27 sits on their bed in their containment chamber, curled in a fetal position. They rock themselves back and forth, as Dr. Weiss enters. SCP-8480-MD27: <Quietly.> God please if you can hear me, please fix me. Let me go home to my mom and dad, I can promise I'll be good again. Save me God, please I just… Dr. Weiss: Hey there, I'm Dr. Weiss and— Dr. Weiss pauses, as SCP-8480-MD27 does not respond. As Dr. Weiss approaches, SCP-8480-MD27 freezes. SCP-8480-MD27: Stop! No, please, no. Just — don't come any closer, please go away, I can't stop myself, please, please, please leave me alone. Please just… please don't, I— SCP-8480-MD27 begins to clutch their head while rocking, as they start to groan. Dr. Weiss: I know the pain hurts, I know it does. You know, other people like you bite their nails, do you— SCP-8480-MD27 stops groaning, and covers their mouth, hyperventilating. SCP-8480-MD27: I can't, no I can't, I can't bite, I— my dad— my daddy says that biting is dirty and that I'm going to make God sad. Why won't God stop crying? I asked Mrs. Sally in Sunday school, and she told me that the angels are always watching. Mrs. Sally said they hate sinners. I think the angels don't like me. Dr. Weiss: The angels don't like you? SCP-8480-MD27: They tell me that I'm a bad girl. I know it's a sin. That's what Mrs. Sally said, and my dad told me that when I bite my nails, I show the world how wrong and rotten I am. I want to stop bleeding. I want to be a good girl, I do. But the devil won't let me, he won't, he won't, he won't, he won't, he wants me to bleed. He tells me to be bad. He tells me that I… that I'm a monster. SCP-8480-MD27 rips a deep gouge into the skin off of their palm, blood pouring out, bone snapping through, their ligaments twitching. They begin to cry. SCP-8480-MD27: I'm sorry God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm bad, I know, I know, I'm sorry, I… Dr. Weiss pauses, stepping away from the instance. They place a finger on their earpiece. Dr. Weiss: Could I get a medical team to MD27's containment chamber? <END RECORDING> Session #10 — Video Log Date: October 8th, 2023 Psychiatrist: Dr. Allyana Weiss Subject: SCP-8480-A <START RECORDING> Dr. Weiss: I hear you caused quite a stir in group today. SCP-8480-A: Ugh. You heard? Dr. Weiss: You started a feeding frenzy, you know that? SCP-8480-A: A what? Dr. Weiss: I know we've been working through your traumas, and I know that what you did helps your mental pain, but— SCP-8480-A: But what? Dr. Weiss: You can't bite your fingers in front of the kids. Silence. SCP-8480-A: This is bullshit — I didn't do anything wro— Dr. Weiss: Emily, that is enough. Listen to me. SCP-8480-A freezes. Their expression flashes to neutral, as blood begins to trickle out of the corner of their mouth. Dr. Weiss: You're the oldest one here and all the other kids look up to you, whether you like it or not, so we expect that you— SCP-8480-A: That I what? That I'm suddenly the magic miracle cure that everybody else needed? And if you can save just me, just special little me, then you can look like a big hero who saved a girl from biting her nails. You're going to have to force me to stop. I need the relief. SCP-8480-A grabs their head in pain, opening their mouth. Blood begins to freely flow, a large gouge missing from their bottom lip. They bite on their right thumb, as a crunch can be heard on the recording. SCP-8480-A: <Sighing in relief, as they chew on a chunk of flesh.> So— sorry. I just… Dr. Weiss: Emily, do you know what a maladaptive coping mechanism is? SCP-8480-A: I've heard the other doctors mention it, but they clam up when I ask questions. Dr. Weiss: Simply put, when anybody feels bad or stressed, we all want that feeling to stop. Whatever you do that helps relieve that pressure is a coping mechanism. SCP-8480-A: Like biting. Dr. Weiss: Exactly. However, the biting is what we call a maladaptive coping mechanism. What it means is that you were put in a very hard situation, underwent extreme trauma, and without a model of how to cope, you developed your own methods. Those methods, biting, ripping, chewing — those are temporary. SCP-8480-A: You… you don't get it. It's everywhere. Every second. Every moment. Every breath, every step, everything that I do in my entire life. I am always in pain. I am always terrified. I feel my fucking skin crawling back up my bones, like it's taunting me to rip it off again. It's wrong, and I… do you know why everybody has every finger bandaged? It's because we can't bear to look at them. We can't live in a world where our nails will always grow back. SCP-8480-A tightens their hands into fists, reopening wounds. Blood begins to seep through the gauze. SCP-8480-A: We feel like fucking monsters. Not because we 'eat our own fingers', not because you have us locked up in boxes, not even because some of the assholes you let work here say it to our faces. We feel like monsters because our body is wrong. We are wrong. And we're just trying to… trying to correct that. Trying to… Sorry. I just… I'm so fucking tired of feeling like this every day. Dr. Weiss reaches across, offering a tissue to SCP-8480-A. They refuse, wiping their tears with their bloodied hands, leaving streaks of red across their face. Dr. Weiss: You know the thing about maladaptive coping mechanisms? SCP-8480-A: Hmm? Dr. Weiss: The worst part is that they work. You're right, it does give you relief, and that's valid. But look at yourself, you are clearly very emotional just talking about it. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life like this? SCP-8480-A: Do I… Do I even have a choice? Dr. Weiss does not respond. <END RECORDING> Stage 3: Complete Infection Symptoms Case Study SCP-8480-1 instances that reach Stage 3 are unable to be helped beyond mitigation of symptoms and involuntary reduction of self-inflicted injuries. In Stage 3, all previous symptoms are heightened, ranging from moderate to severe levels, with the addition of the following anomalous effects: Cast of unidentified SCP-8480 instance, post-mortem, displaying missing digits. The skin and muscles in the fingers and hands of SCP-8480-1 instances will soften, becoming easier to rend. When an instance bites their finger, nailbeds or hand, SCP-8480 creates nerve-blockers and triggers the production of endorphins within the brain. This results in the reduction of pain felt by the instance, as said endorphins create a momentary sensation of pleasure. Subjects' teeth will harden, allowing them to bite through not only flesh, but bone as well. Instances will begin to exhibit enhanced cellular regeneration, causing an accelerated regeneration of tissue. Subjects will progress to compulsively consuming all flesh and fingernails surrounding the bones of their fingers. Due to their enhanced healing rates, this results in the subject continually requiring that they consume their own flesh, to avoid extreme emotional distress. Subjects universally express the fear that they are broken, and that they do not view themselves as human. This extends to losing a desire to eat anything other than their own body, be active, or engage in any activities. While research is underway to determine how SCP-8480 could be cured or neutralized, at this time, there is no cure for SCP-8480. An SCP-8480-1 instance will continue to experience these symptoms until total biological death. Therapist: Dr. Allyana Weiss Subject: SCP-8480-NY48 (Jordan, 15) Notes: SCP-8480-NY48 has been in Foundation containment for 8 years, and is one of the most advanced cases of SCP-8480 in containment. Subject was the primary example of Stage 3 symptoms prior to the location of SCP-8480-A. <START RECORDING> SCP-8480-NY48 is in a therapy room, restrained with leather straps. Dr. Weiss: How are you feeling Jordan? Ready to try again? SCP-8480-NY48: Let me move my arm again, and sure. Maybe. Dr. Weiss: I'm afraid we both know that we can't do that, Jordan. SCP-8480-NY48: I've changed, I'm better. I'm not a monster anymore. You can trust me. I've been here so long, please, I just want to go home. It's okay, I won't tell anybody, I won't even talk about you or this place. I'll just go home, play games with my friends and— Dr. Weiss: Jordan, you know it's not safe for you to leave. You're a danger to yourself, and going home will just make it worse. You will just hurt yourself again an— SCP-8480-NY48: You're hurting me. You are all hurting me. Look at me, really, fucking look at me. Is this helping? Do you really think that the two of us sitting together, talking, me telling you all about how mommy and daddy made me feel unloved and that's why I hate myself, do you think that makes me better? Dr. Weiss: Jordan, you have to want to be helpe— SCP-8480-NY48: I don't want to be helped! I'm fine, okay? No matter what you say, I know that I am not a monster, it's just that nothing helps but biting. It doesn't hurt. Just… please. Let me bite. I promise, I'll stop after one finger, I just need to feel it rip, to stop it from coming back. Please doc, please just let me out. Silence. Dr. Weiss: I'd like to talk about why biting helps you feel better, especially with last session, I felt that we were really getting somewhere. SCP-8480-NY48: You did? <Laughing.> I don't remember that. I remember you saying that we were finally talking about the important parts, but I was in so much pain, I don't even remember what I said. I made it up so that you would let me go, and then I could go back to my room and actually help myself. You know, with what actually works for me? Dr. Weiss: Jordan, I am not going to help you hurt yourself. We want to help you get better. SCP-8480-NY48: It's too late, we both know that. <END RECORDING> Addendum 2: SCP-8480-A Incident In the week following SCP-8480-A's last therapeutic session, they declined further treatment and refused to leave their room. During this time, SCP-8480-A rejected all food, and was seen chewing their nails at a significantly reduced rate. On October 17th, 2023, the following footage was captured. SCP-8480-A Containment Chamber — Security Footage Date: October 17th, 2023 Time: 21:46:00 Note: SCP-8480-A was the only individual present in the room during the time of recording. <START RECORDING> SCP-8480-A stands in their containment room, staring at themselves in a mirror. Their clothes are dirty, stained with blood; their hair hangs in a messy nest behind them. The lights are all off, and they are silent, panting, rhythmically chewing their index finger's knuckle, white bone visible. The bone scratches against their teeth, a constant grinding noise present throughout the video. Their eyes are blood-shot. SCP-8480-A: I feel like an idiot. Talking to yourself is what crazy people do. SCP-8480-A tears a chunk of their nail off, but spits it onto the ground. SCP-8480-A: Fuck. Not again. <Muttering.> Dr. Weiss said that it could be good. You know, talk to myself, have a conversation, maybe a bit of growth? Acceptance? SCP-8480-A snorts as they chew on their cheek. SCP-8480-A: When has talking ever fixed anything? When was the last time something other than biting worked? SCP-8480-A stares at their bloody stumps and misshapen fingers. They begin to pace their small chamber, shaking as they do. They slowly bring their hand closer to their mouth. SCP-8480-A: No. I… I can't change this. I don't want to. SCP-8480-A bites on their palm, ripping the skin up their thumb. SCP-8480-A: I know that it's wrong, I know that I could be healthier, and maybe even start working on being better but… SCP-8480-A chews, as blood leaks from the corner of their mouth. SCP-8480-A: But it's easy. It's easier to just keep biting. SCP-8480-A stares at a small pool of blood on the floor. They watch as blood runs down their hand, dripping into the pool. SCP-8480-A: It's safe. It's familiar. It's always worked, right? SCP-8480-A returns to slowly gnawing on their knuckle. SCP-8480-A: It makes me feel better. SCP-8480-A sneers. SCP-8480-A: Sure. But so did my bedroom. And the house. Fuck, even Dad used to feel safe. SCP-8480-A grasps their right wrist with their left hand. SCP-8480-A: Dad didn't know, he didn't mean it. SCP-8480-A manages to pull their right hand away from their mouth — sinews stretching and snapping as they do. SCP-8480-A: You don't know that. You can't know what goes on in the minds of monsters. SCP-8480-A attempts to bite their nails through their handwraps. SCP-8480-A: Stop. I don't have to listen to y— SCP-8480-A tries to hit their hand away. It doesn't work. SCP-8480-A: You do. You do need to listen to me. You know why? Because you're a fucking coward. You're a goddamn coward, and you're too scared to quit. Silence. Blood coats SCP-8480-A's mouth and hand now. SCP-8480-A: I bite because it makes me feel better. SCP-8480-A wipes their hand across the mirror, leaving a streak of blood. SCP-8480-A: You bite because it's easy. It's a fucking cop-out and you know it. SCP-8480-A closes their eyes, struggling, before they return to chewing on their hand, teeth crunching bone. SCP-8480-A: You think I like this? You think I like hurting every day, feeling like my skin is screaming to be ripped off, begging for the relief of death? You think anybody fucking enjoys what I put myself through, just to be able to focus for a single minute? You know why we don't eat anything but ourselves? We don't want to. We're always full. SCP-8480-A cries, their tears mixing with the blood on their face. SCP-8480-A: So? If you don't like it, just stop. SCP-8480-A continues chewing. SCP-8480-A: You know this, I can't stop or the pain will— SCP-8480-A slows down, before ceasing to chew their knuckle. They drop it to their side, hanging limply. Silence. SCP-8480-A: Nothing I do will stop it. SCP-8480-A stares at their hand, seeing the bandages stained dark red. SCP-8480-A: How can you be sure? SCP-8480-A stares at the mirror for the next minute in silence. They do not move their hands. SCP-8480-A: Maybe… Maybe I can't know. SCP-8480-A smiles. SCP-8480-A: Exactly. So? The smile disappears. SCP-8480-A: It doesn't change the fact that I'm a monster. SCP-8480-A raises their hand, as if to bite, chewing on the frayed edges of the gauze. SCP-8480-A: We are not a monster. We are not broken. SCP-8480-A spits a strand of bloodied gauze onto the mirror. SCP-8480-A: Are you joking? I'm a monster. I've known this since I was young, you've known it since you were young. We're both a fucking monster, and we can't keep denying it. SCP-8480-A balls what remains of their fists, blood trickling out. SCP-8480-A: Aren't you tired of being a monster? Have you considered that, just maybe, we're not a monster? That it's just somebody else's hateful words, other people's insults, a voice in our head that was was forced on us, driven in when they hurt us. A lie. SCP-8480-A grabs at their chest, bunching their gown in their fist. They wince. SCP-8480-A: But I feel it in my fucking soul! I know I'm a monster. SCP-8480-A shakes their head. SCP-8480-A: What if that's a lie? Would you really deny us that? Deny the chance to grow, to heal, to start moving on? Can you truly deny the fact that we are human, not a monster? SCP-8480-A freezes. SCP-8480-A: I'm not denying anythi— SCP-8480-A sneers. SCP-8480-A: You deny it every time you take a bite. Each time you swallow an ounce of flesh. Each nail, each bone shard, each bite of us that 'frees us'? That's denial. You are just playing the monster. SCP-8480-A throws their hands to their sides, palms facing the mirror. The skin is in a state of mid-healing, torn skin covering itself. SCP-8480-A: So? What the fuck am I supposed to do? SCP-8480-A shrugs. SCP-8480-A: What if we didn't bite our fingers? SCP-8480-A rolls their eyes. SCP-8480-A: Sure, right. You say that like it won't drive me insane with the pain. SCP-8480-A glares at the mirror, shaking as they try to calm their breathing. It is unsuccessful. SCP-8480-A: Will you just shut the fuck up and listen to me for a second? SCP-8480-A: <Silence.> SCP-8480-A: Weiss is right. She tells you all the time, we are stronger than we think. Look at our lives. Our family. Our parents. The shit we went through? But we survived. We made it. We— SCP-8480-A: We're stronger than this. SCP-8480-A stares at the knuckle bone peeking through their skin. SCP-8480-A: We have spent years running from this, hiding in every blood drop, delving deeper and deeper into the twisted knots of flesh that grow back, chasing after a dream of 'normalcy.' The people around us, our 'family', the doctors here — they cast us as the monster. SCP-8480-A begins to hyperventilate. SCP-8480-A: I can't— SCP-8480-A: You're right. To them, we will always be a fucking monster. Who else would cause that much suffering, just to stop a little headache? SCP-8480-A snorts. SCP-8480-A: Okay, so? What do you suggest we do? SCP-8480-A turns, looking at their own eyes in the mirror. SCP-8480-A: We move on. We start to heal. It's not like we're fixed but… if we own this, if we make it part of us, if we weaponize it? Slowly, but surely — we can start getting better. SCP-8480-A: You… you think so? SCP-8480-A: It's not going to change overnight, but… is this working? Is this all we are? We're more than just blood, flesh, bone, the pain — we are Emily. It has always been a part of us. The monster inside, the victim, the thing that they have feared for fucking years. They have always been afraid of us. So? Fuck them. We live, we survive — in spite of them. We fucking try. Why did we ever listen to them? There is no one way to be fucking normal, normal is a myth. There is no monster, there never was. SCP-8480-A looks down, and sees the pool of blood they stand in. They shiver. SCP-8480-A: But they will always see a monster. SCP-8480-A returns their gaze to the mirror, staring at themselves intensely. SCP-8480-A: So? Let them see a monster. Who cares if we never change their minds, we know the truth; we are no more monstrous than they are. <END RECORDING> Immediately following Incident SCP-8480-A, the anomaly sat in silence on their bed, staring at their hands. SCP-8480-A's hands visibly swelled, especially on each finger; SCP-8480-A appeared to be smiling as they did. One hour later, the subject began to rip at their hand dressings, removing them and throwing the torn gauze on the floor. The subject's hands appeared red and raw, however; beginning at the first knuckle — a black chitinous growth had erupted through the skin, covering it in totality, terminating in a sharp, jagged point. SCP-8480-A expressed glee in reaction, flexing their newly grown anomalous appendages. Moments later, the feed from their cell was lost, as SCP-8480-A utilized their anomalous mutations to escape containment, injuring three Foundation security members in the process. As of October 17th, 2024, they are still missing and considered a threat to safety and normalcy; their neutralization is considered high priority. Addendum 4: Updated SCP-8480 File Following SCP-8480-A's breach of containment, the file was revised to include updated containment procedures, and to include a new stage of SCP-8480's progression. Stage 4: Reclamation Symptoms Case Study An SCP-8480-1 instance is believed to enter Stage 4 following a period of extended self-reflection. This progression is believed to be triggered by the acceptance of the instance's past traumas that caused the initial onset, and only occurs when subjects cease constant consumption of their fingernails and surrounding tissues. In Stage 4, the subject will exhibit the following symptoms: Scratches left by SCP-8480-A, Stage 4. Adult hand for scale. SCP-8480-1 instances will cease to feel any pain; it is unknown if this is physiological or psychological. Instances will experience decreased anxiety levels, reduced to minor or negligible. It is unknown whether this is anomalous or not. While SCP-8480-1 instances in Stage 4 do not experience compulsive onychophagia and dematophagia, subjects still exhibit alternative maladaptive coping mechanisms, alongside other signs of psychological distress. Subjects will develop black chitinous growths in place of their fingernails, each one capable of shearing through metal, stone and organic material. Subjects exhibit increased strength, endurance, and a heightened metabolism. Subjects also display significantly heightened hostility towards Foundation staff, and refuse containment. Due to the difficulty in containing SCP-8480-1 instances that reach Stage 4, and the potential threat they pose to normalcy, containment procedures have been revised in full. Based on the newly discovered information, all earlier treatments are paused indefinitely. For Case Study, refer to associated documentation regarding SCP-8480-A. All future research or experiments regarding SCP-8480's progression are to be directly approved by the Director of Site-80-P, Dr. Allyana Weiss. Under no circumstances should additional instances be allowed to progress to this stage. Updated Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-8480-1 instances are to be isolated and contained within Site-80-P, under the guise of prolonged psychiatric care. Bandages, gauze, splints and casts are only to be issued to instances on request. Any potential SCP-8480-1 instance is to be placed in a simulated traumatic experience after identification, unbeknownst to them or their guardians. If symptoms progress following the traumatic incident, the instance is taken into Foundation custody. Under no circumstances are any Foundation staff to provide counselling, support, or mental health treatment for SCP-8480-1 instances. They are no longer prevented from maladaptive auto-cannibalism, as their self-inflicted consumption appears to prevent progression to Stage 4. As a result, SCP-8480-1 instances only require food and water once monthly, and are to remain in solitary confinement at all other times, in perpetuity. 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SCP-8484 | archon | If I could tell you something incessantly, it would be, "I love you." Not because I'm afraid you'll forget, but because when the time comes for you to depart, your final memory is full of a truth truer than the universe's constants. close Info X ⚠️ Content Warning: Extreme Violence Suicide Loss Extreme Portrayals of Death Estimated Reading Time: ~2 hours, the length of a novella. Genres: Fantasy Tragedy Horror Mystery Espionage Politics Draft Critters: Henry, Kate, Loubee, Spacestealth, Tommy, YourBloodFox Idea Critters: Ama Strovik, Bhomas Tourget, Nonaggress Author Note: I had the idea simmering in my head since October of 2023. Then, when 8K was announced, I scrambled to put my garbled thoughts onto paper. Amidst my university semester, my Model UN conferences, club meetings, other writing competitions, and midterms stabbing me in the face, this is what I procured. I hope you enjoy. ⚠️ content warning WARNING The following documentation includes information only RAISA personnel and O5 councilors are permitted to view. If you hold insufficient clearance, log out immediately and await security personnel. Greetings, Supervisor Kinsey Aishatu Your randomized passcode today is: 1039321RAZOR Item#: SCP-8484 Level3 Containment Class: uncontained Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo THREAT LEVEL: ORANGE Special Containment Procedures: Activities and communications related to SCP-8484 are to be monitored by MTF Epsilon-66 "Wiretap" in cooperation with RAISA. Rituals performed by any necromancers related to and outside of SCP-8484 must be intercepted immediately by MTF Psi-8 "The Silencers." Expeditions into SCP-8484 are unfeasible due to foreign complications. Description: SCP-8484 refers to a five-story ziggurat structure approximately 1.5 kilometers east of Mesopotamos, Greece. SCP-8484 has been cordoned off by GOC personnel under the guise of Hellenic Armed Forces, prohibiting entry within a 1 km radius. SCP-8484 is the Global Occult Coalition's headquarters for Acheron, an initiative specialized in necromancy1 and reanimation mageia2 that incorporates thaumatology and symbolism from Greek mythology. As a result, they are able to access information from otherwise unavailable sources which has been used to interrupt allied and Foundation operations (see addendum 8484-2). Overheard recounts proclaim SCP-8484's internal structure is configurated into a prison, designed to forcefully confine deceased spirits and employ various torture techniques.3 Even with Acheron's blatant injustice, the UN Undersecretariat D.C. al Fine has insisted on its continuation despite objections from even the Coalition's own legislative body, the Council of 108 (see addendum 8484-1). This has strained Foundation-Coalition relations, and Foundation diplomats are working on diplomatic resolutions. Addendum 8484-1: The following is a transcript, retrieved by covert Foundation agents, of one of the Council of 108 (C108) meetings relating to the ethical permissibility of Acheron. RECORDED MEETING LOG Time and Date: 1433 EST; 26/06/2019 Bavarian Illuminati Delegate: Undersecretary, our goal is to mitigate, not instigate. D.C. al Fine: Digressing again, are we, your illuminance? Bavarian Illuminati Delegate: Absolutely not. I see no reason not to open this discussion now. D.C. al Fine: And I see no relevance between Acheron and bioethics. Bavarian Illuminati Delegate: Have you not heard the rumors, ma'am? Slaughtering the slaughtered? A period of tranquility instilled with pain by your orders? How do you justify yourself? D.C. al Fine: You said it yourself, your illuminance. They are rumors. Laytalk. Bavarian Illuminati Delegate: Yet you seem oddly silent rather than eager to dispel them. Acheron goes against everything this Coalition stands for. Your adamance only shows how tight your fist is around our throats. D.C. al Fine: Leonardo, I will remove you if you attempt to deviate from the discussion again. The Bavarian Illuminati Delegate stammers, his face blanched. Bavarian Illuminati Delegate: What? D.C. al Fine: This moderated caucus has limited speaking time and a set discussion topic. You are out of line. The next time you want to speak about Acheron, I suggest you raise your hand after drafting a sufficiently destructive motion. Bavarian Illuminati Delegate: How do you know my name? D.C. al Fine: Otherwise, there won't be a next time. D.C. al Fine has been suspected by both Foundation intelligence and C108 members of using Acheron to obtain private information of political rivals without consent. Addendum 8484-2: The conversation below follows two GOC members planning a deliberate attack on a Foundation Containment Team transporting an SCP. The conversation was intercepted by MTF Epsilon-66 at SCP-8484's inner cordon using equipment from Project VOIDSEEKER. [BEGIN RECORDING] The audio is slightly muffled due to spatial disturbances. There is the soft sound of crashing waves, predicted to be a subterranean lake. Research Director Azrael Silver: What's the spiel? Agent Leon Periklis: Weapons transfer. Twelve men, two cars, six each, one with the payload. Tomorrow, Montana, 0500 local time. I have a Strike Team on-site right now. Research Director Azrael Silver: This is verifiable? Agent Leon Periklis: Yes, sir. We got it from the MTF Captain. Research Director Azrael Silver: Soothsayer? Agent Leon Periklis: Pilgrim as well. His body was still fresh when we brought it into Acheron. About four days after expiration, so memory is fairly intact. Research Director Azrael Silver: How'd you manage that with the Pilgrims? Agent Leon Periklis: Turns out that asking for a spirit's permission is optional. They summoned him like that. Leon snaps his fingers. Agent Leon Periklis: His screams were weirder than most, but they were genuine. It was Limb Mangling done at the highest level five times, so confidence is high. Research Director Azrael Silver: Good. Deploy your team. But keep the Captain's family until after the op. Ensure he understands that if this is a trap, it's his loss, not mine. Agent Leon Periklis: And, sir, Assistant Director Tilade requests at least one live prisoner. It's for interrogation. Azrael Silver scoffs. Research Director Azrael Silver: We don't need them alive to make them talk. [RECORDING STOPPED] The purpose of the planned attack was to embezzle an anomalous weapon under Foundation property to expand the GOC's arsenal. It was carried out approximately two minutes after the recorded conversation. MTF Nu-7 "Hammer Down" arrived at the scene approximately eight minutes after the Containment Team requested reinforcements. Unfortunately, the vehicle responsible for transporting the SCP was already stolen, likely airlifted. Due to recent GOC incursions being related to Acheron and SCP-8484, MTF Psi-8 was given plausible cause to search the scene for members of the Containment Team to investigate if necromantic rituals or traces of reanimation were conducted. No survivors or corpses were retrieved. Addendum 8484-Z: LEVEL-5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED; INPUT PASSCODE? ACCESS GRANTED Greetings, Due to the lack of attention paid to this particular file, the two aforementioned pieces of evidence are convincing enough. Do not take unnecessary risks appending additional information here. Divert attention to Acheron's political and diplomatic fallout. This document should be simply kept as a reference. Let the noise blur everything out. Nonetheless, if you believe the evidence you've procured is urgent and you have thoroughly deliberated your choices, I suggest ghost-booking an appointment with me immediately. Use extension 919302241274 on your burner. Yes, it's nine digits more than your regular extension number. —RAISA Director Shaw Clay TEXTUAL CHANNEL ESTABLISHED YOU HAVE REACHED EXTENSION 919302241274 RAISA Director Shaw Clay Status. Did you retrieve the leak? Supervisor Kinsey Aishatu Supposedly. But it was too easy. RAISA Director Shaw Clay To find it? Supervisor Kinsey Aishatu No. We didn't need to find anything. It practically fell onto our lap. RAISA Director Shaw Clay Elaborate. Supervisor Kinsey Aishatu This isn't a leak. It's an announcement. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Alibis are expensive To: You From: VÉRITÉ Subject: The Lapse WARNING: The following documents do not have valid RAISA serial codes. Stay vigilant. ► OPEN DOCUMENT 1: THE_LAPSE.pdf ◀ ► OPEN DOCUMENT 2: NT_0080_Templum.pdf ◀ ► OPEN DOCUMENT 3: VERITE.pdf (UPDATED!) ◀ Footnotes 1. Also known as "nekyia." A paranormal field that questions ghosts and/or spirits about the past and future. 2. Also known as "modern necromancy." Involves the revival of physical corpses devoid of the host's spirit. 3. This includes threatening the termination of the subject's family and/or spouse, experimentation regimen aimed to optimize pain in spirits, and intentionally repeating faulty summonings, leaving spirits mangled when called upon. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-8484" by Calico, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-8484. 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-8485 | euclid | Item #: SCP-8485 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8485 is housed in a standard small creature containment chamber at Site-22. Personnel stationed within 500 meters of SCP-8485's containment chamber are granted headphones, developed to counteract the frequency emitted from SCP-8485. Construction efforts should coincide with periods of increased vocal activity by SCP-8485 whenever possible. Should SCP-8485's noise levels surpass the pre-recorded standard, personnel are to be temporarily evacuated as to not disrupt active workflow. Medical leave is to be granted if personnel report lasting bouts of tinnitus as to avoid permanent damage to hearing. Description: SCP-8485 is a collective of 293 small globular organisms, comprised entirely of a fruity flesh, which is sweet and delectable in taste once minced. SCP-8485 is hyperaware at all times, remaining vigilant during movement and observing its immediate surroundings without interruption. Throughout its containment, SCP-8485 has not yet gone dormant. SCP-8485 has attempted to garner constant human attention, continuously vocalizing upwards of 125 decibel since their discovery.1 Addendum SCP-8485-A: Procedural and Containment Request History Request Response Automatic feeding and watering system to sustain SCP-8485. Approved2 Soundproofing of SCP-8485's containment cell. Denied3 Muzzling of SCP-8485. Approved Denied4 Monthly hearing health check-ups and paid leave for affected personnel. Approved Physical maintenance of automatic feeding system.5 Denied6 Physical check-up on SCP-8485, as last check-up occured over 12 years ago. Temporary spike in volume recorded. Denied7 Physical check-up on SCP-8485 due to vocalizations having subsided. Denied Physical check-up on SCP-8485 due to unusually sweet scent emitting from its containment chamber. Denied Physical check-up on SCP-8485 as damage to the containment unit has been observed. Approved Addendum SCP-8485-B: Physical Check-Up Following unusual activity and a complete malfunction of the automatic feeder system, a physical check-up was conducted. Remnants of SCP-8485 were spread throughout the chamber, with the containment chamber's walls having been stained a rich purple color. Scratch marks identical to prior observed damage to the feeding system were discovered on the inside of the chamber. A rotten smell perforated throughout the containment unit. Neutralization was presumed; however faint whimpering continued to originate from leftover offal congruent with SCP-8485's anatomy. Footnotes 1. Sounds have ranged from baby crying, cooing and in one recorded instance belligerent screaming. 2. Employee health concerns would be addressed. 3. Construction crew would suffer permanent hearing loss. 4. Ethics Committee Intervention. 5. Background is a recorded temporary blockage of the duct. Minor damage to the metal has been observed. 6. The issue was able to be fixed remotely through an installed piston to clear anything trapped in the duct. Heavy thump confirmed clearance. 7. SCP-8485's vocalizations have started to consistently decrease in volume. The spike in volume is attributed to SCP-8485 attempting screaming to garner attention. Behavior is not to be encouraged. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-8485" by Not Noodles, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-8485. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-8488, full containment has been deemed unnecessary. Individuals that show awareness of SCP-8488's effects are to be tracked down and provided amnestics in order to accelerate acceptance of consensus reality. Posts about SCP-8488's effects are only to be removed if they threaten SCP-8488's public status as non-anomalous. Description: SCP-8488 refers to an advertisement utilizing the children’s entertainment mascot ‘Birthday Bash’. The Birthday Bash brand includes a toy line, a television series, a movie, a children’s birthday party mascot service, and other products and services themed after the character. No other products or services besides SCP-8488 featuring Birthday Bash have been deemed anomalous. SCP-8488 depicts the titular character setting up a birthday party in a blue room with colorful presents. About five seconds before the advertisement ends, the words ‘Make any day your birthday with Birthday Bash!’ appear on the screen. After a subject has viewed SCP-8488, the chronological and legal date of their birthday will change to that of a date that appears to be more satisfactory to that individual for a variety of reasons. SCP-8488 will not change the year of a subject's birthday, only the month and day. The memories of the subject and any person who previously knew their birthday will be altered to fit the new date. External evidence such as legal documents, pictures, dates, calendars, messages, etc, will also be altered. Any attempts to reverse the effects of SCP-8488 have been proven ineffective. SCP-8488 does not change the birthday of everyone who views it. It is unknown what are the criteria for SCP-8488’s effects to take place. A small portion of the population has been found to remember a timeline before SCP-8488's effects took place. The anomalous effects were tied to SCP-8488 after a handful of anecdotes all mentioned the affected subjects had viewed the Birthday Bash advertisement. This was confirmed after Foundation employee Bebe Sparks gave her testimony of the anomaly. See addendum for more information. Addendum: Testimonies Due to the nature of SCP-8488 altering the memory and any external evidence of the subject and those around them, it has been found to be extremely difficult to track cases of SCP-8488. However, the Foundation has located enough testimonies to prove the anomalous effects of SCP-8488 written by individuals who are theorized to be cognitohazard-resistant. The following testimonies are taken from various sources. Source: Reddit.com forum Person affected: Yasu Hada Testimony by: Yasu Hada Birthday: 06/28/2000 Testimony: The following testimony was posted to the subreddit "r/offmychest". The post was titled "I may have deluded that my birthday was different than it actually was for several years" This is all really strange to me, and sorry if it doesn't make much sense but I just had to put this somewhere. For like,, a really really long time I thought my birthday was March 13th. This was awesome to me, because it's the same birthday as my best friend at the time. Like, lol! This was great! Teachers and friends always associated us for being the best friends with the same birthday. But good times didn’t last. As we both got older, I began to notice behaviors from them that kinda upset me. Being more demanding or less accepting of mistakes, criticizing me for harmless opinions I had. I started to feel inferior. If I didn’t align to their exact interests, opinions, didn’t start hanging out with their new friends, then I didn’t matter. I felt like the person I was began to slip away. We began to drift apart over time, and I was really sad? We had been friends since early high school. I’d known them for so long. But the time away from them, the time I spent with new friends, it all made me realize I was much happier. I didn’t feel the need to conform. They were happy with me for who I am! Just every time my birthday came around, it became hard for me to really be happy about it. It was just a reminder of the friendship that had slowly deteriorated and became bad for me. This all really culminated again when I saw this advertisement for Birthday Bash, the children’s birthday party mascot. It was stupid but it made me think about my birthday and I just cried. I had my birthday just a few months earlier and it was fine, but it just hit me that my birthday would always be this sore spot… But that’s when things started getting weird? The 28th of June came, and everyone started wishing me happy birthday, my friends and family. I was super confused? Like, I thought maybe one of my friends told my family about this elaborate joke or whatever. Since June 28th is the birthday of one of my favorite fictional characters, like maybe they wanted to help me feel better or something. But I checked calendars and my driver's license and stuff, this has always been my birthday. None of my friends or family recalled my birthday being on March 13th either. I’m gonna talk with my therapist about this. My mom said it’s possible that it was a mental health crisis. I’m really confused by also just, really happy? The ex friend I’m talking about did post recently about feeling better off now that they’ve left toxic baggage behind, which really stung, seeing them refer to ME as the toxic one. Maybe that’s what made this all come to fruition. Since my friends all helped me feel much better when I vented to them about it. This is strange and yeah, but I’m happy I actually share a birthday with a character I really like, and not this toxic ex friend. Regardless of what happened, I feel free. Source: Facebook.com Person affected: Rosie Ray Miles Testimony by: Rosie Ray Miles Birthday: 12/13/1998 Testimony: The following posts were posted to the website Facebook.com. Um hey everyone! Thank you for the birthday wishes, but my birthday isn't until June! I wish it was today because I've always wanted a winter birthday because it's the season I associate with my mother. But it's not today! Okay so apparently I'm remembering my own birthday wrong? Legally everything says today is my birthday, so I guess y'all were right! Thanks, everyone! I’m sure my mom would be making me her special hot chocolate for my birthday like she did for every holiday. My mama passing was really hard for me. I did everything with her. And she did her best to make every birthday special. My birthday being close to the holidays helps me feel closer to her than ever. I guess that ad that I saw was right 😊☕️🍫 Source: Facebook.com Person affected: Matthew Gibbons Testimony by: Sophia Gibbons Birthday: 07/19/1994 Testimony: The following testimony was posted to the private Facebook group “Toxic Family Recovery”. Hi everyone! So, as I’ve said a few times, my dad was one of those parents that showed clear favoritism. He always wanted a daughter. And that daughter was me! He however, did not want a son, and was rather disappointed when my brother Mat was revealed to be a boy. My brother was born December 23rd (or, I thought he was. Bear with me.) My dad always gave me these extravagant birthday parties and gifts, always the best cake! But, my brother didn’t get that luxury. When mom was around, she managed to get my father to budge on better parties for my brother. Buuuut that didn’t last once mom passed. Birthday celebrations for Mat were always lumped in with family holiday parties. My dad would usually get me and Mat like, gifts that we would share, but the gifts always favored me in some way. A pack of soda for both of us? My favorite flavor. Art supplies for me that “mat could use too” despite that not being his thing. Mat never got gifts just for his birthday because “it was so close to Christmas”. I could tell this was getting to him. I never understood why dad didn’t like him. He was my little brother, a fun nerd that watched a lot of TV, seemed to enjoy just memorizing the advertisements (and still does), always played dolls with me, always tried to remain positive despite it all. I would use some of the money I was usually gifted to get Mat nicer gifts. It wasn’t much, but he really appreciated it. But, my father’s favoritism still hurt no matter what I did, obviously. Eventually me and my brother distanced ourselves from my dad. Well, recently, my bro contacted me about hanging out for his birthday. I was super confused, his birthday wasn't till December 23rd. He laughed and told me that it was in July, not December. That he was sure that dad would've been able to hide his favoritism a little better regarding gifts if it was in December. I was dumbfounded. He "reminded" me that dad eventually had to step up with gift giving cause mom's sister didn't like how dad favored me, that my other relatives stepped up too. I just kinda went along with it despite being super confused. I kinda just figured that this was a coping mechanism? Other family members went along with it, too. I just decided it might be best to ignore it. Source: Foundation employee testimony Person affected: Lisa Sparks Testimony by: Bebe Sparks Birthday: 09/05/2013 Testimony: The following testimony was given by Foundation employee Doctor Bebe Sparks about her daughter, Lisa Sparks. As many of you may know, my daughter Lisa was diagnosed with cancer when she was 7. It's been very hard for me as a single parent. Unfortunately, at this time, Lisa is no longer with us. The doctors told us she wouldn't even make it to 10. She would die in the next 6 months, and she had just had her 9th birthday. Which was awful, it's such a big number, you know? She really loved Birthday Bash. She had several toys from her, watched her movie so many times it made my head start to hurt, had read all her books. One day we were watching her show on tv, and this ad I had never seen before for Birthday Bash came on. I didn't think much of it. A few days later, my little girl is telling me what she wants for her birthday and is reminding me and making sure I got her her gifts. I gently reminded her what the doctor said. She said that she knows, but her birthday is next week. I was shocked. I distinctly remember her birthday being in July. I tell her this and she just laughs, saying I must be getting old (I'm 36). I didn't connect it to the ad at first. Not until I saw the research that was being conducted. But I have to say. I am thankful. My little girl got to turn 10. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-8488" by Mew-ltiverse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-8488. 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: Birthday bash.png Author: Mew-ltiverse License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/local--files/collab:make-every-day-your-birthday/Birthday%20bash.png |
SCP-8499 | esoteric-class | my brothers broke me. these men broke me. perhaps i was meant to be broken. . By Miss Lapis and Strange Matter Strange Matter's Author Page / Miss Lapis' Author Page Warning: this article contains depictions of torture. Reader discretion advised. Item#: 8499 Level4 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: draugr Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo The area surrounding SCP-8499. Special Containment Procedures Memetic wards, equipped with sensors, have been installed around the perimeter of SCP-8499 in order to deter civilians from trespassing. Said sensors were programmed to send a signal to the nearby sites in the event that one of the wards goes offline. If this occurs, Foundation staff is to be deployed to reapply it. Due to the remoteness of the location of SCP-8499, no additional means of containment are necessary at this time. Description SCP-8499 refers to a patch of land approximately 10 km2 of size, located in the north of the Arabian Desert. Individuals passing through it experience one of the eight possible hallucinative scenarios. In them, they re-live the memories, together with the accompanying emotional and physical sensations,. Said sensations persist only for the duration of the memory and do not carry physical damage to the individuals experiencing them. of a mechanical humanoid of vast proportions with a feminine build, hereafter referred to as SCP-8499-A. Other than the entity itself, these visions prominently feature a young man, his wife,. Based on the findings discovered within the city of Amoni-Ram, the two are theorized to be the first emperor Bumaro and his wife, Hedara. and his eventual followers. SCP-8499 was discovered by MTF-Mu-47 ("As He Wills It") in 1984, during the retrieval mission for an unrelated anomaly. While traversing the area, the operatives experienced various delusional episodes that were both internally consistent and recurring. Following their reconnaissance and debriefing, they declared the location tentatively anomalous and notified the Foundation about it. To gain more information on the area and to find out more about the memories, the Foundation dispatched MTF-Mu-47 to the location of SCP-8499 again. This time, they were equipped with mental recording devices.Built based on the existing prototype of the LSAP Cadmus-Aram Deep-Brain Oneiric Parietal Stimulation Array. and were able to record and catalog all eight memories. With detailed reports on each of the visions, the Foundation was able to determine their chronological sequence and arrange them into a cohesive timeline.. Some of the memories were determined to be directly sequential to one another, but most of them had a significant amount of time pass between them. See Addendum 8499-1 for additional information. Addendum 8499-1: Memory Logs Below are the possible visions persons crossing SCP-8499 may experience. To preserve their accuracy, they were included in this document in the same form as they were received from the recording devices. Memory #1 I am flailing with my six arms, falling, burning. The atmosphere is blazing white hot around me and I scream as my systems melt and my body warps with the heat. The landing is sudden and abrupt. I crash into the surface, and the world goes blank. I dryly cough up sand that lodged in my throat and wipe the dust from my eyes. Through the fire, I did not immediately notice I was shooting towards a vast expanse of sand. I do not know where I am. I plant two of my hands onto the ground and strain to lift my body away from the burning and molten sand. This does not hold up for long, though. Is it because of our battle? Is it because of the flames? My arms snap and I drop back down. The merciless sun beats down upon me, I am suffocating under the heat of my molten armor. And even this intense pain is drowned out by the mind-numbing ache spreading through my abdomen. I look down at it, at the place of damage. There is a large, gaping hole. My wires spark, my blood leaks, chunks of vital pieces are missing. Whether it is the sand in mouth or my already sore throat rattling with my whimper, I cough and gasp. Pain overtakes me, climbing all through my wires and tubing, as if the oil pumping through my veins was rotten, boiling, corrosive. To the horizon, I spot two shepherds, commuting, herding their lambs. I am grateful they are alive. Life persists in their blessed forms — this place is not desolate. Even in my pain and abandonment, if this beautiful sky could grant me one wish, I would beg to save my brothers from themselves. Perhaps I'll live long enough to meet them again, and we could make amends for our foolishness. Memory #2 Slipping in and out of consciousness, I see the shepherds approach me to get a better look. One of them — the man — had likely spotted a glimmer of my form, half-sunk in the desert. He gasps when he is close enough to see all of me and leans on his wife as though the sight threw him off balance. He slowly falls on his knees and begins panting heavily, staring at me with both fear and awe. Even though I am broken, he sees something beautiful in me. His gaze is an honor. His wife is unmoved. She is oblivious to my presence, instead focusing on her husband. Hugging him, asking him urgent questions about what and why. Breathlessly, he answers her, and it is only then she reacts, trembling, mouth agape. She runs to her lambs to comfort them. While she tends to her crying sheep, her husband pushes himself upright with his crook and stumbles towards me over the dune. I now see he's missing a leg. He is trembling while he walks towards me, as if fearing getting crushed by me. As if I could rise from the blankets of sand that cover me, move myself at all. It soon dawns on him. I cannot do either. He hobbles as fast as his crook lets him until he reaches one of my outstretched hands frozen above the sands the way it was left upon my impact, drenched and dripping oil. He presses his palm to my fingertip. I know his presence is a miracle. He sees me, and I see him. However, I cannot enjoy this moment for long. I hear a wild cracking, and a moment later, my wrist snaps off and falls into the sand. I'm blinded by pain. Oil gushes from my stump, pooling underneath my arms. When my vision returns to me. I see the shepherd hacking and coughing next to my hand. He managed to avoid getting crushed by it. I call out to him in worry, and he answers with a wave. He is fine, even if a little shaken. Curiosity gets the better of his weakness. He pulls himself upright again and moves to my fallen wrist. Letting his crook fall, he braces himself against my finger, wrapping both arms around the digit as tall as him. Pieces of my broken gauntlet jut out, and he is careful not to get cut on them. He gets on his one knee again and looks into the inside of my hand, daring to poke his head in. He emerges from me with a handful of wires and a couple of cogs in his fists. He sits down next to me and examines his finding. My wires, my blood vessels, my nervous system. I see an idea, a realization sparking across his face. He rips off a chunk of my gauntlet and begins folding it into a cylindrical shape. After finishing, he attaches it to the place of his missing leg. His eyes widen in surprise: it fits perfectly. He looks at me again, squinting, then looks back at his leg. His wife and their lambs reach him. He pauses to think, and uses a small shard of my hull to hack off more of my plating. The wife tilts her head in confusion. She steps back when the man starts attaching pieces of the gauntlet to his sheep. When he hands her a chunk of metal, she accepts it in silence, and with that, they leave. Memory #3 The shepherds return to me. The man, now with a sleek, jointed prosthetic leg, guides his wife to me, then turns to her and caresses her cheek with a soft smile. He lifts her hand and places it on one of my fingers. She smiles at him and laughs as she caresses me. Her voice is so soft. Her laughter, so bright. The man hands her a knife and she accepts it. He guides her blade onto a layered plate and she stabs through the surface, dragging the sting halfway down my finger. With a yelp, I recoil from her. How was she able to pierce my skin? I am unable to move, but there is something I can still use. My Voice. “i beg of you, stop…”. Persons experiencing these memories gain the ability to understand the languages spoken in them. This effect only persists for the time they are under the influence of SCP-8499. A weak plea is all I can muster. I do not know whether they even understand my speech. Yet I hope that despite its weakness, it still will reach them. And that it does. But it only appears to reach the wife. Her husband shakes his head, and he is back to normal. She looks at him with confusion. “She asked us to stop, love. Did you not hear her Voice?” The man pulls her closer to himself, wrapping his arm around her waist. He whispers something in her ear as he caresses her cheek and hands. After some time, she smiles at me again. “My husband once again walks, thanks to your gift,” she says. “He wishes for me to gain a new sight. You are a miracle from the heavens… Will you allow me?” Whatever he told her has freed her from the influence of my Voice. I have indeed become weaker if this was all it took. The wife is but a docile one, not one who demands. If my parts could make the man walk, they could make her see once again. I close my eyes and allow her to continue peeling my layers away and take what she needs. It is through my pain they may heal. When she finishes, her husband takes the blade and wipes it on his cloth. Looking at it closely, I see a familiar shine of gold. The gold of my armor. I look down to see that my abdomen has finally stopped bleeding, yet the ache persists. Memory #4 I had thought that by banishing our kin full of darkness, our family would see peace once again. We were wrong. I was wrong. My brothers of blood and bone, you were strong. Always wanted to prove your strength to each other. All but simple brotherly banter. Or so I thought. Even so, you still loved each other… you should have. So why did I see you with your hands wrapped around each other's throats that day, so determined to take each other's lives? I blinked and you clawed, and gnawed, and gouged, and screamed at each other. Your eyes, filled with just as much vile hate as the one we casted out. Why? I did not want to fight but I needed to intervene. You refused to listen to my pleas to cease, to my Voice crying to you as you destroyed each other. What happened to you? I was not able to convince you with my words. You dragged me in. Forced me to join your fight, and I was consumed by the same hate you two possessed. I did not realize this until it was too late… Until we all fell wounded and collapsed. My brothers… What had come over you? Why were we fighting? Why did you start this…. I tried. I tried to understand it. But, I didn't. I couldn't. what has gotten over you? why did you do this to each other? why did you do this to me? why? why? why? why? why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? you broke my heart… now they are breaking mine, all while it still aches for you. Memory #5 His hair and beard have gotten longer. One of his arms is designed like his leg. He is sitting next to my face, hacking through strands of my hair with his knife. He’s focused on his tasks, not paying me much mind. My Voice has no use on him, or even on some of his people. Those who heed my call get shaken out of it by those who do not get affected by it. I have stopped trying to use it to get them to leave me. His people have been expanding the hole in my abdomen daily. Every breath I take makes it throb and burn hotter than the last. The first time they had a chunk of my thigh removed with saws, they burrowed in me with drills, and went on to explore every little part of me, plucking out what catches their eye. I recognized their tool's design, for it was built based on my retractable blades. The gushing oil didn't drown them, they had installed pumps around my wound in advance. I recognized their design as well. Those pumps were my veins. They fueled their newly developed vehicles with my oil, and with them, they carried more and more of my parts. Their blades bit on my remaining tubes and wires. Picking apart every strand, every fiber, anything that gave my limbs any remaining functionality. Hundreds of them… Writhing and gouging within me. I focused on every step, every grasp, every smile inside me. At some point, I grew tired of screaming. There are many such entry points around my body now. Openings sawed into me, ready to be entered and exited at their whim. I do not understand why they are doing this. He attempted to cover my wound after he returned to me for the second time. He treated the stump of my wrist. He knows how to make more of my metal. So, why? At least right now he is not here for that. He is merely cutting my hair. He wraps up the sliced-off hair into a coil and brings it to a pile of other cut-off strands. There, he sits down and begins weaving the collected locks into ropes. Occasionally, he gives a passing, vacant grin. I stare at him with all my remaining eyes. What does that smile hide? Once he finishes, he takes his freshly woven ropes and ties them one by one into the hooks he pierced into my hands some time ago. I did not understand their purpose back then and I still do not understand them now. It is not like I could do anything with my hands, anything that would warrant them being tied down. None of them are functioning. Only one question escapes my lips with a worn groan: “Why?” He responds with silence and smiles at me again. Memory #6 The desert winds and the endless tears make my vision a stinging blur. In months of trying, I still cannot understand him. I healed him and his wife. I healed his friends. And I heal more, and more, and more. When will they attempt to heal me? I come back to a thought — first a nagging doubt, now an endless rumination. By now most of what they take from me they can and do synthesize themselves. The oil, the engines, the pumps, my metal. Yet, they still take. Their cisterns and depots and silos and arsenals are overflowing with treasure. Yet, they still take. What more could he stand to gain by now? Has the taking become the point? Has the sky appointed them to ravage me for waging war on my family? My choices were to wring my hands while we tore ourselves apart or act. I acted. We were broken. I was trying to put us back together. Yet here I am. Strung up to be ravaged and stripped of more parts. I… The shepherd's wife glides to me. She now sports a pair of wings… Beautiful, golden wings. She carries a companion — a second woman. They land next to one of the bound arms and begin examining it. I can tell something heavy weighs on the wife's soul. She has a sight, thanks to my blessing. She has limbs built from my body. She has a pair of wings, which would allow her to fly anywhere. Yet, she keeps shifting around while she walks around me, looks at me, touches me. She keeps reaching for her shoulder, rubbing the place where her metallic arm joins her flesh. Her steps are shaky and uncertain. And when the wind blows on her gown, revealing her skin, there are so many wires puncturing her flesh. When she isn't rubbing her shoulder, she is scratching the place where the wires enter her body. She caresses one of my large fingers and whispers to me with a soft, reassuring tone. Even through her struggles, she smiles at me with her shining golden eyes, with that familiar candidness and innocence. That blessed smile quickly falls, though, once she sees the mess that is me. She gestures to her companion to find some tools to cut the binds with. After the second woman leaves, she takes a golden sheet lying around and begins fitting it to the frame of my arm. The scent of her delicate, flowery perfume overtakes the ever-present sickening scent of oil. “We can fix you,” she whispers through her tears, peppering kisses on my metallic frame. “You will be rebuilt, beautiful goddess. You will be as good as new.” I weep for her. I am about to whisper my gratitude but words freeze in my throat from the sudden kicks to the side of my neck. I could recognize these kicks from between a thousand. It is the shepherd. How did he get here? Why must he be here? The assault persists until the panel falls off. My breaths are short and raspy and my eyes dart around when his knife grazes one of my vocal cords. The wife runs to her husband, pleading for him to stop. Instead, he shouts and strikes her cheek with his metallic hand. He plunges his hands into my throat, rips some wiring out, places the edge of his knife against my vocal cord and begins cutting through it. The blade burns so hot that my throat goes cold. My mouth fills with sweet-bitter oil. I want to spit and cough, instead I choke. My screams and wails become gurgled and distorted whistling as he continues sawing. The wife collapses on the ground next to him, and she sobs. She latches onto his legs, trying to drag him away from me. She shakes and cries, pulling at him, begging him to stop. “Quiet,” he commands her, kicking her hands away. “Quiet down, or you will meet the same fate as her.” He grabs onto the vocal cord and pulls it out. The slicing has weakened it enough that it snaps completely from my throat, only leaving a sharp ache and a spill of oil. So much oil. He takes his precious time sawing through my second cord. Making sure he feels thoroughly as each tendon snaps, as the wires get severed from each other more and more. There is no sound coming from my lips anymore. Not even my miserable whistling scream. Yet I still weep. I still wail. I am truly a fool. Through my foggy eyes, through the pain, I see the second woman rushing to the shepherd with a golden sledgehammer, readying an attack. As she is about to swing down on him, he holds up the vocal cords and commands her to stop. my voice… she closes her eyes and silently lowers the hammer. the man shouts another command to both of the women and they whisper a quiet apology before leaving me with him. his smile is long and shows more of his teeth. the next day, he is giving a speech with his Voice. it is loud and powerful, like mine used to be. he raises his hands, holding up both the severed vocal cords and the hammer. the two women now stand beside him. the crowd, the people i once helped, cheer with great enthusiasm. Memory #7 the shepherd no longer looks like a shepherd. he arrives again, adorned in my metal as if it was his. as if he was not the poor man long ago who stared in awe at the metal angel that fell from heaven, and used it to rebuild his body. next to him is the woman who attempted to strike him with her sledgehammer. she follows him obediently now. he commands his men to bring down my head to their level. the binds that hook my shoulders, neck, and cranium pull me to the sand until my face is planted down. they walk into my view and we greet each other with a stare. his gaze is dark and determined. i cannot bear to look at him, yet i cannot turn my head away, and the hooks in my eyelids do not allow me to close my eyes. the shepherd pushes forward the woman with his metallic arm and gives her a command. she lifts her hammer and all the air leaves me. she swings down on one of my eye sockets, bludgeoning it, smashing the metal into pulp until it loosens. then she places her foot on my face, grabs my eyeball, and rips it out with the nerves and wiring that connected it to my skull. no mercy. no hesitation. my screams echo nothing as i twitch. these bonds are ever-tightening with every little movement i make. the woman repeats this process on another one of my eyes. and another one… and another one… …chipping away at my sight until there is none left. darkness overtakes my vision. i do not even have the energy left in me to attempt to cry anymore. “Well done,” says the man. after some time, i can feel crawling hands, metallic and flesh alike, digging into the gaps of my plated face. the last remaining intact part of my body. must be the followers of the shepherd. they claw into a plate of my cheek and begin pulling it off, unsuccessfully. they leave it half-detached, crawling off my face and head. then i hear them returning, carrying tools this time. they shove whatever instrument they brought between the gap they made — i know not what it is, and i do not think i will ever find out. it is cold, metallic, invasive, clinging to me in all the wrong ways. they jerk it together in one direction. the chunk of my cheek rips off with no resistance. sands and winds joined the men as the little particles prick on my exposed face. they cheer and applaud each other, preparing for another round of peeling. they do this for hours on end, working to remove every single intact plate. sometimes they do it swiftly. sometimes it feels like they are intentionally being slow. when they are done, they collect the scraps and leave. i was deprived of everything. my armor, my skin, my metallic inner working… and then i became useless to them. they abandoned me, left me the same way i was found. it all becomes a blur. i can feel no pain, but a bitter, numbing cold. and then it begins slowly dissipating. i do not have a body left to feel anything with anymore. my brothers broke me. these men broke me. perhaps i was meant to be broken. Memory #8 i- hear them. i see them. i feel them. they are all creating my all-presence. breaking me, reforging me. putting me within their bodies, using me as their limbs. their support. i know of them all. their accomplishments, their failures, their pains, their pleasures, their sins and the virtues they claim to bring, their discoveries, their dreams, their worship. i know them all. occasionally, i hear their chants. it is beautiful, it really is. chanting the name of the same shepherd and his newly married empress. i finally understand. i am their ever-growing, ever-gaining, ever-golden empire. i am their place to achieve the impossible. i am their home. i am their all. this lasts for long, but not for an eternity. i am being torn apart once more. i hear familiar, guttural noises. vines sliver through my skin and tear it from the inside. beasts of flesh march through me. screams of pain and terror, in a symphony. they all ring out. and just as quickly, they all cease. a great silence. a great nothing. i am now nothing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-8499" by Miss Lapis and Strange Matter, from the SCP Wiki. 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Image Credit: See comments. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 4/5501 LEVEL 4/5501 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5501 keter Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned STF Provisional Site-166 Elder Ruslav Diaghilev N/A Tau-6 ("Those with No Name") …and the thing that stepped forth from the smoke of that dreadful place opened its mouth unto the sky and began to sing its song of ruin and death. - Excerpt from forever I fall by Thomas Harding Special Containment Procedures SCP-5501 is contained within a full blackout containment vault at Provisional Site-166 along with all known instances of SCP-5501-1. This vault is suspended, via high-tension cables, in the center of a 120m diameter spherical cavity carved into the bedrock beneath Charleston, Nevada. It is of the utmost importance that no light in any spectrum be allowed to penetrate into this cavity. At no point should any personnel enter the containment chamber surrounding SCP-5501. In the event of unauthorized access to the exclusion zone surrounding the facility, site security has been authorized to immediately respond with deadly force, up to and including initiation of Protocol Alpha Black. Due to the highly volatile nature of SCP-5501, STF Tau-6 ("Those with No Name") has been created with the sole focus of keeping SCP-5501 and SCP-5501-1 instances contained. As such, Tau-6 Command has been pre-authorized to initiate Protocol Alpha Black without additional notice. All records of the events of the 1864 Massacre at Seven Pines have been removed from all official and published documentation. An ongoing disinformation campaign to discredit any remaining references has been largely successful. All testing into the nature of SCP-5501's anomalous properties has been permanently suspended under 05-Overseer Directive 5501.ORD.01. This will not be rescinded. Description T. Harding with non-anomalous camera. c. 1860, Philadelphia, PA SCP-5501 is a bellows-type "wet plate" camera that belonged to Thomas A. Harding, a once-prominent photographer in the years leading up to the American Civil War. The case shows significant signs of wear of the kind expected to be found on cameras of this type utilized during the war. The camera differs significantly from all other known types of similar cameras in that the bulky lens housing is encased in thin strips of a previously unknown beryllium bronze alloy completely fused to the wooden structure of the housing and lens casing. The wood itself appears to be fashioned out of a single continuous piece, showing no seams or signs of adhesion. At the top of the housing is a small slot for the introduction of the plates utilized to capture images. These plates are also of an unknown alloy, but due to the nature of the content stored on the plates, it is impossible to ascertain their exact composition. There are patches of heavy staining along the front and right side of the camera's housing. Spectral analysis of collected samples indicate that this staining is from a fluid similar to human blood, but containing various enzyme indicators that corresponds with no known phenotypes or haplogroups. Of additional note, the blood carries certain markers which indicate the presence of variegate porphyria.1 SCP-5501-1 collectively refers to 18 individual photographs taken by SCP-5501. These plates resemble those made utilizing a process known as "collodion wet plate photography". Attached Addenda Discovery SCP-5501 and SCP-5501-1 were recovered in the aftermath of an incident that occurred during the decommissioning of the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum in May, 1994. An unmarked containment cell had been located in one of the Asylum's sub-basements. Upon examination, SCP-5501, a lock-box containing SCP-5501-1, and several journals were discovered along with the corpse of an unnamed individual later identified in Asylum documentation as Patient 65-2953 - T. Harding. ■ Transcript of Incident 5501.INC.01 ■ □ Transcript of Incident 5501.INC.01 □ Incident Video Log Transcript Date: 1994/05/03 @ 21:02 Action Team: MTF Omega-88 ("The Oathkeepers")2, MTF Sigma-66 ("Steel Veil")3 Operational directive: Contain outbreak & control information leakage Team Lead(s): Dir. Ruslav Diaghilev; Lt. Maj. George Hartfield; Lt. Maj. Elia Montserrat Foreward: The outbreak at the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum has been ongoing for approximately 9 hours, and remains localized to the facility. Due to the decommissioning of the Asylum, the majority of the facility has been abandoned and is only a limited risk of information leakage. Foundation assets on-site have cordoned off the area, and initial cover story Epsilon Omicron 5 ("Gas Leak") has been disseminated to local law enforcement. Omega-88 has been selected due to their expertise in dealing with alchemical anomalies. They have been directed to enter Trans-Allegheny & attempt to contain the outbreak, with Sigma-66 standing by in external support. [BEGIN LOG] <Both MTF teams have assembled in front of the asylum, standing a little apart from each other. Dir. Diaghilev steps to the fore and turns to face them. Camera feed is from the point of view of Maj. Hartfield.> Diaghilev: Ladies and gentlemen. We are facing what might be a full incursion into our world by forces that are utilizing alchemical processes. As such, Sigma-66 will remain outside unless their aid is absolutely necessary. Major Montserrat, your primary responsibility should be the safety and security of the surrounding civilians. Is that clear? Montserrat: Yes, sir. Diaghilev: Otlichno. Hartfield, stay close. I will do what I can to nullify the effects of- <Diaghilev is interrupted by the sound of shattering glass and an extended shriek as someone plummets from the top floor to slam into the ground not far from the assembled teams. Both teams react, crouching to a guard position, weapons raised. After a few moments of stillness, Montserrat directs one of her subordinates to examine the victim.> Hartfield: So, I guess they know we are here. Diaghilev: That would be a safe assumption, Major. They knew when I stepped out of the helicopter. <The agent sent to examine the victim returns shaking his head and says something to Montserrat that is out of audio pickup range.> Montserrat: Be careful in there, gentlemen. We'll keep a lid on things out here. <Omega-88 moves up the steps to the door, where they stand to the side as Diaghilev steps forward to lightly place his fingertips against the wood. After a few moments, he nods to Hartfield as he steps aside. Hartfield steps up and pushes the door open, stepping aside to allow three of his team to enter. Diaghilev follows, with Hartfield and the remainder of Omega-88 following after.> Harris: Fucking Christ… Hartfield: Stow it, Harris. Walker & Reid, take point. Harris, Gaudreau, & Barnes with me. Welles & Izraz, you're with the Director. <The camera pans around the room as Hartfield steps further into the lobby. Arrayed along both walls of the entrance hall are the crucified remains of 16 members of the hospital staff. Each of them have been stripped naked, blinded, and have had their tongues nailed to the center of their forehead.> Gaudreau: What the fuck? Anyone got any ideas about the tongue thing? Hartfield: Director, what are we dealing with? <Diaghilev crosses over to the nearest of the crucified staff members, then almost immediately recoils as the person suddenly groans and flexes feebly.> Diaghilev: Kakogo chyorta! Major, they are all still alive. <He steps forward again, this time placing the tips of his fingers against the victim's forehead, to either side of the attached appendage. After a few moments, he steps away in disgust.> Diaghilev: Even if I could do something for so many, this one is already far too gone for it to matter. They did all this to themselves. <He closes his eyes and draws forth his crozier into his right hand. He begins to mutter something in an incomprehensible language, and all of the crucified staff sag into their restraints.> Diaghilev: Major, please. Give to them usypleniye. I have taken their pain for the moment. [Several minutes omitted for brevity] Hartfield: Point, go. Director, reports indicate that the outbreak should be down there, in the sub-basement. Some unmarked cell. <The camera angle shifts towards the dark opening to a stairwell leading down. The lights in this area have all completely failed, and the area is lit with dim torso lamps and the tactical lights mounted on the agents' weapons. Agents Walker & Reid take point and head down the stairs, quickly disappearing from view.> Hartfield: <After two minutes of silence> Point team, report. <Two more minutes of silence.> Hartfield: Damnit. Director, please stay here. Harris, Gaudreau, Barnes. <Hartfield steps forward and slowly descends into the darkness. After 18 steps, the stairwell makes an abrupt turn and descends another 18 steps to end in what looks like a doorway opening into large open room.> Hartfield: Director, I'm about to leave the stairwell. I will give the all clear when- Harris! Step back! <The view swings sharply around, the dim torso lamp illuminating the face of Agent Harris, a glazed look in his eyes as he pushes past Hartfield and walks woodenly down into the room.> Harris: Can't you hear it, Major? Someone's callin' fa' help. S'gotta be th'others. Hartfield: Damnit, Harris. I said step back! <Hartfield attempts to grab Agent Harris, but the agent wriggles free and walks out into the room, disappearing from view.> Diaghilev: Major, there is tremendous energy emanating from below you. I'm coming down, your team isn't equipped for this. <Hartfield curses, then steps to the side as Diaghilev brushes past him on the stairwell. After a few heartbeats, he follows out into the room> [END LOG] [The remainder of the video log has been expunged due to a virulent visual hazard.] Incident Report: 5501.INC.01 Reporting Officer: Ruslav Diaghilev, Director. [Report trimmed to prevent redundancy] The room at the bottom of the stairwell had been a large storage area, though what it was before that I am uncertain. What is obvious is that in the clearing out of the room, hospital staff found an unmarked containment cell which had apparently been sealed shut some time ago. The door had obviously been forced open, and the room beyond showed signs of having been disturbed. Inside lay the remains of some poor soul that had obviously been alive when they had been sealed into the room. I can only imagine what horrible crime they must have committed in order to be subjected to immurement, but I would rather not. Whoever sealed that person in had also sealed in an ancient camera along with a lock box full of plates presumably taken by that camera. The plates are what I have determined to be the source of the outbreak. At some point during their investigation, someone opened the lock box and exposed the plates inside to the light. The images captured on those plates are not of this world, and yet are. It is my guess that the creator of this camera devised a way to create a sort of double exposure, capturing an image of something in this world, overlaid by an image of that terrible city we know as Alagadda. This is not the worst of it, I fear. As the plates are exposed to light, they continue to develop, and the image of Alagadda draws ever clearer. This has the result of radically thinning the barrier between that world and our own, causing portions of our reality to become subsumed by portions of the other. I fear that I am uncertain as to how far this has progressed, but of what I am certain is that these plates must never be allowed to fully develop. Doing so would allow free travel between this world and that. It is bad enough that the occasional visitor from that vile place finds their way here, but if the Ambassador were to step over into this world? I know not what calamity would befall us. It was in clearing this room that I lost the majority of the Oathkeepers that were sent with me. I regret their loss, I should have realized the nature of the incursion before I allowed them to head down without my direct intervention. The responsibility for their loss lies squarely upon myself. Major Hartfield did everything he could to save them, but the wards that failed to safeguard their minds were my own. What is clear is that you should look not to the College for a savior. The consequences of the Great Seal are such that, and it pains me to admit this, my colleagues and I are no longer up to the task of safeguarding our world from this evil in addition to the greater one we have locked away. -Ruslav Diaghilev, Director, The Foundation Alchemy Department Despite the loss of the MTF Omega-88 team sent with him, Director Diaghilev was able to secure SCP-5501 & SCP-5501-1. At his request, Provisional Site-166 was set up underneath Charleston, Nevada, a census-designated ghost town. Additionally, Protocol Alpha Black was created and instituted throughout all Foundation assets, and Special Task Force Tau-6 ("Those with No Name") was created and assigned exclusively to safeguard SCP-5501 & SCP-5501-1. Historical Documentation Journal recovered with SCP-5501 According to records recovered from the US National Archives, Thomas Albert Harding was employed by Andrew Gardner in November of 1861, and was subsequently sent as a battlefield photographer to the Army of the Potomac under General George McClellan. Originally assigned to photograph the aftermath of several significant battlefields, Harding was eventually transferred to the hospital staff of the Army of the Potomac and spent the remainder of his time principally cataloging wounded and dying service men. It is during this time that Harding came into contact with Dr. Franz von Leiber, supposedly4 a surgeon assigned to the Medical Corps general staff. According to the recovered journal of Thomas Harding, the two of them became close colleagues and worked together in Harding's effort to catalog the ongoing conflict. ■ Personal Journal of Thomas Harding: September, 1862 ■ □ Personal Journal of Thomas Harding: September, 1862 □ September 19, 1862 - As the rebs pushed to Antietam, I thought we were done for. I'd never seen the general so down onto himself, pacing his tent like a man possessed of some evil spirit. I could tell that choosing not to support Pope at Bull Run really weyed heavily upon the man, and I am gladdened that such decisions do not fall to one such as I. Even so, Antietam changed much about the shape of this conflict. Lee escaped retribution, and for two dayes we chased stragglers from his armies. The toll at Antietam was tremendous, and Gardner sent me to the tents to capture the struggle of the medics and surgeons as they laboured to save the wounded and the dying. Never have I seen such suffering, and I fear that the things that I saw will forever plague my dreams. I came upon a surgeon, Dr. von Leiber. He had a curious way about him, as he walked through the tents, gore spatter'd. He would stop at a patient and would touch him at various places about his body, head, chest, stomach, groin, foot. He did not seem to mind the injuries, it was as if he was looking for something else. I took several plates of him at work, and Gardner liked them a great deal. He went to McClellan and had me permanently transferred to the tents. Wants me to keep capturing the "valiant struggle of man and surgeon" to keep our men active and protecting our waye of life. He was quite adamant, despite my distaste at being surrounded so by such unpleasant truths. I guess we must all accept such things in this daye. War, itself, is unpleasant. September 29, 1862 - The aftermath of Antietam still haunts us. We still founde a multitude of the dead and dying all throughout the lands, and we could save only a fewe. Dr. von Leiber has been a constaint boone companion through these troubled tyms, and I have more than once thanked him deeply for his conversation. We both lay worke ourselves to thee bone each daye, only to lye awake in the night, unable to sleep for the dreams. von Leiber speakes of mysteries, things beyond my kin, tho i am a man of learning. Never afore had i heard such things from tutor or teacher, and i am intrigued. He speakes of "rubedo", and the power of the blood, as if 'twere more than just the vitae of our life, the humerous follyes(?) and that the strength I feare i know little of such things. i shall endeavour to speak more to him of such on the morrow. The journal continues for several weeks, with Harding begining to view von Leiber as more and more of a mentor & trusted confidant. At first, Harding merely shows mild curiosity at the lessons von Leiber attempts to teach, but the disastrous events of First Fredricksberg clearly had a traumatic effect on Harding's mental state, and this break is clearly evident in the style and nature of the remainder of the journal entries. ■ Personal Journal of Thomas Harding: December, 1862 ■ □ Personal Journal of Thomas Harding: December, 1862 □ December 16, 1862 - i know not what was in that foole Burnside's head. i was with the Right Grand Division, an' we had to fight our waye over the river, cros'ng with naught but a leaky boat 'neath our feete. 'twas nearly a massacre if not fore the brayve fooles of Col. Hall. they went 'cross in pontoons, 'n nearlye died to the guns of the reb sharpshooters. 'n that 'twas only the beginning. when we got to the other side, 'twas a massacre, 'n the soldyers were more like animals then men. i feare i shall carry the shaym of what i saw until i carry no more. three days ago, 'twas bitt'rly colde, an the fog clung to us so we could barely see ourselves. to fight under such was disastrous, and still we marched. Burnside ordered an attack on Marye's Heights, 'n 'twas trully a massacre then. so much blood, 'n it got worse. so many wound'd 'n left 'pon the field. when that reb taught us mercye, von Leiber an' i went to the field. death surround'd us. 'pon all sides. i shook, but i captured much. 'twas on the night of the 14th, that i witness'd the Miracle. von Leiber was 'xhausted, but 'twas filled with a mania that i right understood. so many lay afield, an' there wasn't anything to do. but he knewe. an' he did… something. he walked out onto the field, 'an he did unspeakable things. i swear t'it, he was not alown, but there with him, as he moved, 'twas a figure. wrapp'd all about in fabric, thin unto skeletal, with long'd fingers that 'twoud trail through the blood 'n the dyin'. it touch'd the bodyes, as von Leiber had done afore, 'n the bodyes respon'd. they moved throu' the dying, an' left behind the dead. gave 'em mercye, not like our own'd done. not like Burnside'd let. was murder, sendin' us to the Heights. murder. what von Leiber did was mercye. an' the skye SHONE. fire in the skye like a beacon, dancin' with green, a pyre fore the dead. Aftermath of the Battle of Marye Heights. c. 1862, Fredericksburg, VA From the entries after, it becomes clear that Harding began to take a much more ardent approach to the instruction given to him by von Leiber. The majority of the journal is filled with illegible notes on the lessons given by von Leiber, as well as lengthy diatribes about death and Harding's growing fascination with the subject. In the early summer of 1864, the notations in Harding's journal become significantly clearer, and all seem to focus upon the completion of an "apparatus" that he had been constructing under the tutelage of von Leiber. ■ Personal Journal of Thomas Harding: Summer, 1864 ■ □ Personal Journal of Thomas Harding: Summer, 1864 □ June 24, 1864 - at last! the apparatus has been complet'd! von Leiber has been instrumental in allowing fore this dreem to com into being. without his guyd'nce, such a feate woulde not have been possible. i am forever in his debt. he telles me that a "great sacrifice" must be completed in order for the device to truly function. He has a plan to create such a thing, and even nowe, i have only just return'd from my meeting with Pleasants5 about devising a tactik that will end this stalemayt, but also will empower my apparatus! he will take credit, of course, but i care not, for i must be prepayred for other things. July 29, 1864 - all is in readyness. on the morrow, the works under Elliott's Salient have been dug. fore the past six nights, i have slept little, as von Leiber and i have traversed the darkness underneathe to draw the glyphes in the loam and dirt. eache of the supports and all the barrels of powder have beene mark'd with the Script, and all lies readye. the colored regiment should know to march around, but the whites in their hubris have not bothered to train. it only tooke pointing out to that pompous burnside that the colored needed training, whereas his whites would not. i have no regrets in what i am sure will be a bloodye daye, for 'twill bee forgotten in the aftermath of my great worke! tomorrow shall see both the fall of the enemye's defenses, and the rise of my most glorious greate worke and forever i shall6 On July 30th, 1864, the Union Army detonated a massive amount of explosive material that had been placed in a shaft dug underneath the Confederate fort known as Eliott's Salient. The ensuing explosion resulted in a large number of Confederate casualties and the creation of a significant breach in the east flank of the defenses outside of Petersburg. A last-minute diversion in the order of battle saw that the regiment of US Colored Troops under the command of Brig. Gen. Edward Ferrero were replaced with the untrained 1st Division under Brig. Gen. James H. Ledlie. This catastrophic decision led to the loss of a majority of Ledlie's men as they marched straight into the crater created by the explosion and were ill-equipped to scale the other side. Confederate sharpshooters were able to successfully pin down the majority of the 1st Division long enough for reinforcements to arrive and slaughter both the 1st Division and the forces sent in to support them. General Ulysses Grant would later write about the engagement, saying "It was the saddest affair I have witnessed in the war."7 The aftermath of the Battle of the Crater and the Siege of Petersburg is accounted elsewhere. T. Harding was listed as a casualty of the conflict and his name was printed in a catalog of the missing in a report from General Grant to the US Congress on August 16, 1864. On August 14, 1864, during the battle of Second Deep Bottom, a small detachment of cavalry under the command of Brig. Gen. David McMurtrie Gregg was sent to secure the railroad station at Fair Oaks. They never arrived, as they were attacked by "unknown forces" in what was recorded as the Massacre at Seven Pines. All records of this event were purged due to the intervention of operatives from the American Secure Containment Initiative, a precursor organization to the Foundation. American Secure Containment Initiative Document, circa 1865 Item Number: 65-2953 Classification Type: Human/Potentially Threatening ASCI Protocols for Containment: Phenomenon 65-2953 must be secured at all times with a physical restraint garment commonly referred to as a straightjacket. It is currently housed at the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum, where it shall be immured until deceased. Under no circumstances shall 65-2953 be allowed access to 65-2953A or the associated photographic plates. All active information concerning Phenomenon 65-2953 is to be contained in a safe-box stored at the Warden’s office, along with all other discovered intelligence concerning the phenomenon, as per the directive noted below. Description: Phenomenon 65-2953 is a white male, approximately 39 years of age, once known as Thomas A. Harding. The extensive madness brought on by the trauma of the war have left this Phenomenon with little coherency. Nota Bene: Phenomenon 65-2953 was apprehended after the events of the Massacre at Seven Pines, during which it utilized 2953A to take a series of photographs of inhuman slaughter perpetuated by an unknown entity. These photographs have been stored in a locked case, and they are not to be reviewed under any circumstance. Disciplinary History: On September 13, 1865, after being subject to immurement for a period of 367 days, Phenomenon 65-2953 vocalized a series of statements in an unknown language in apparent conversation with an unobserved entity. After several minutes of this, it lapsed into silence for approximately 34 minutes, then it began shrieking incoherently that it had been abandoned by a "Doctor von Leiber". These vocalizations ceased abruptly after approximately 22 minutes. An hour later, Phenomenon 65-2953 was declared deceased. As per direct order from General Grant, Phenomenon 65-2953 and all related documentation will be sealed in situ, where they will remain until forgotten. Final Addenda ■ Classified O5/5501: TOP SECRET ■ □ Classified O5/4421: TOP SECRET □ Protocol: Alpha Black By Order of the O5 Overseers Council and in agreement with The United Nations _ In the event of an uncontrolled containment breach, the commanding officer of STF Tau-6 ("Those with No Name"), or any surviving member, is pre-authorized to detonate the on-site nuclear device with no additional notice. Upon detonation of this device, all Foundation sites will be immediately placed under Condition Alpha Black ("Imminent Breach-of-Veil"), and all assets will be notified to prepare for the imminent onset of a HK-class Deific Subjugation Scenario. Under Condition Alpha Black, the SCP Foundation is authorized to assume immediate control of all available military assets, regardless of prior disposition, and proceed to assume a war footing in preparation for an imminent incursion into the Prime Reality of hostile outside forces. It is understood that this will likely only serve as a delaying tactic, as there are currently no known ways to effectively combat an intrusion by Alagaddan assets into our reality. May the gods have mercy on us all, for we have failed utterly. Footnotes 1. A disease that expresses as an acute sensitivity to sunlight. 2. An MTF assigned exclusively to the Alchemy Department and trained to specifically combat Alchemy-based anomalies. 3. An MTF trained specifically in information control and equipped with mass amnestics. 4. No record exists of a "Dr. Franz von Leiber" within the US Army Medical Corps, US census data, genealogy records, or academic records. The only mention of this individual exists solely within T. Harding's notes. 5. Lt. Col. Henry Pleasants, commander of the 48th Pennsylvania Infantry. 6. The rest of this passage is illegible. 7. P. 356 - Kennedy, Frances H., ed. The Civil War Battlefield Guide. 2nd ed. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Co., 1998. ISBN 0-395-74012-6. |
SCP-5502 | pending | SCP-5502: Where the Smoke Trail Ends Author: aismallard Created for: Deadly Bread as part of the 2020 Art Exchange. Thanks to: Aethris, for the idea Rex Atlas wctaiwan ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5502 Level4 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ? Risk Class: ? link to memo Confiscated rope incense. Following SCP-5502, its smoke no longer induces anomalous hallucinations. Special Containment Procedures: O5-3 has been designated as SCP-5502 Containment Director.1 Department of Analytics personnel have been tasked with investigation of the anomaly and granted special clearance for this purpose. The Department of External Affairs is in contact with groups of interest for information pertinent to SCP-5502. Other departments are to analyze recovered material as instructed. All containment procedures for affected anomalies are to remain in effect until the cause of SCP-5502 is determined. Description: SCP-5502 refers to an event on 2034/05/05 at around 04:10 UTC wherein all Fifthist-related anomalies known to the Foundation became neutralized. All persons of interest associated with various sects of the Fifth Church have been found deceased or are missing. [Update 2034/05/12]: SCP-5502-A is the temporary designation for AO-10564-84-716, a heavily modified CRT television with an input tray. When the anomaly is powered on, placing an object in the tray transforms it into a Class-Rho memetic hazard, which conveys information about it to the viewer and can be interacted with. This process consumes the input. Addendum 5502-1: Initial Report Department of Analytics modeling unit CORRELATION.aic determined that a number of seemingly-unrelated events across various facilities merited further investigation. It filed a Potential Anomaly Report (PAR), which was reviewed by a pre-containment team at Site-11. When its claims were found to be substantiated, the situation was escalated to Overwatch Command. File #: PAR-4083154 Date/Time: 2034/05/05 06:27:33 UTC Summary: A number of unusual incidents have occurred within a short time frame, all with varying levels of connection to Fifthism. Details: Subject Summary Description of Event SCP-1032 Predictive alarm clock with multiple hands. SCP-1032-011 reached midnight. It was labeled with "A Major Religion" prior to its incidence. PoI-3879 Detained Fifthist occultist. 27-year old white female. Despite being previously cooperative, the subject became hostile, and begin drawing hexagons on the floor of their cell. The subject was distressed and aggressive towards personnel, claiming that the drawings were intended to be five-pointed stars. Subject expired from cardiac arrest eleven hours later. AO-77393-50-938 Crude pentagon constructed of lead. It would hover above the ground and revolve every 52 minutes and 5 seconds. The item no longer exhibits anomalous properties. Large portions of its mass have been replaced with an unidentified yellow starchy material. LoI-2814 Fifthist church near Cairo, Georgia. Routine surveillance discovered that all members of the congregation were deceased, and lying prone on the floor. A large number of burnt wildflowers were found in the center of the building. The method of ritual suicide deviates from known Fifthist practices. SCP-1425 Hardcover edition of the book Star Signals. The anomaly is missing. Addendum 5502-2: Recovered files concerning SCP-5502-A As part of the investigation into SCP-5502, the Records and Information Security Administration (RAISA) was directed to audit all file updates which occurred during the relevant time period. This uncovered a connection to the anomaly now designated SCP-5502-A. Due to its relevance, a selection of recovered files have been attached. (See Addendum 5502-3) Notice of Provisional Containment File #: UPD-442760 Designation: AO-10564-84-716 Old Location: LoI-0752-48Y (Abandoned Marshall, Carter, and Dark warehouse) New Location: Area-27, Wing D, Locker 159 Experiment Logs Anomaly: AO-10564-84-716 Date / Time: 2034/05/04 17:20 UTC Overseen By: Junior Researcher Murray Approved By: Level-2 Object Supervisor Armando Notes: Experiments were held in testing room D-08. Junior Researcher Murray also served as the subject. Experiment AO-01 Input: Block of wood Results: Anomaly displayed the wood sitting on a featureless, white surface. Subject was able to describe its texture and weight. Experiment AO-02 Input: Apple Results: Anomaly displayed the apple sitting on a featureless, white surface. Subject was able to describe its taste and scent. Experiment AO-03 Input: Notebook, with pairs of numbers written Results: Anomaly displayed the document on the same surface, closed. Subject was able to "see" the numbers if they focused on the image. Experiment AO-04 Input: Caterpillar Results: Anomaly displayed the caterpillar, inching along the surface. Subject was able to describe it crawling along his hand, as well as what it would look like as a butterfly. Experiment AO-05 Input: Woodpecker Results: Anomaly displayed the bird, flying hesitantly across the screen. It has since flown off and cannot be seen. Subject was able to describe the bird's behavior and call. Further tests have been suspended due to the subject experiencing migraines from a persistent knocking sound. The subject has requested Class-A amnestics. Addendum 5502-3: Discovery of SCP-5502-A On 2034/05/12, the Memetics Department flagged an unusual set of patterns while investigating SCP-5502. Deep CLKM meta-analyses revealed a signature corresponding to a known anomaly. RAISA conducted an extensive audit of the facility where this anomaly is kept, and made several findings: This anomaly is partially uncontained. AO-105640-84-716 was also being held in Reliquary Area-27, albeit temporarily. AO-105640-84-716 was undergoing testing shortly before the incident (see above). AO-105640-84-716 was left unattended in the chamber following the suspension of testing. Two Class-H seals in the ventilation system were broken, permitting small airborne masses to travel between testing chambers. AO-105640-84-716 experienced anomalous cross-contamination, resulting in the insertion of numerous hostile memes into the Noosphere. To understand the consequences of this breach, Memetics Department personnel performed a tail analysis on areas affected by the memes. The results confirmed that the incursion facilitated by SCP-5502-A (a.k.a. AO-105640-84-716) resulted in SCP-5502. A snapshot from this scan has been attached: + Show image Human-cognito memetic scan of now-neutralized anomaly SCP-3125. Containment of SCP-5993 has since been reestablished. This file will be rewritten following Overseer Council consensus. Footnotes 1. Containment Directors are part of the Containment Command System (CCS); a chain-of-command model for first contact with an anomaly. It was established in 1945 as a structured hierarchy for multiple agencies (both internal and external to the Foundation) to coordinate the safe recovery and containment of an anomaly. 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SCP-5503 | safe | Item #: SCP-5503 Special Containment Procedures: All known instances of SCP-5503 are currently stored in the secure containment warehouse at Site-108. Tablets may be requested for testing purposes via the on-site pharmacy. Description: SCP-5503 is a 2-item supplement package which was available to purchase in health food stores in Devonshire, United Kingdom between 10/11/2018 and 08/01/2019. The outer label reads "Feeling Gut! Supplement your natural optimism". SCP-5503-1 is a tinted glass jar containing (at time of purchase) 30 strawberry flavoured probiotic tablets. Transliteration of SCP-5503-1 label: Feeling Gut Probiotic Boost! 30 chewable tablets Suitable for vegetarians and vegans Directions: For adults, chew one tablet daily alongside food for a maximum of three days. Do not exceed stated dose. Not suitable for children. Do not consume tablets with hot drinks as this may reduce the efficacity. Refrigerate after opening. For short term use only all-natural strawberry flavouring! SCP-5503-2 is a tinted jar containing 150 antibiotic capsules. Transliteration of SCP-5503-2 label: Back to Baseline Balancing Capsules Suitable for vegetarians Directions: For adults, after Feeling Gut Probiotic Boost! course, take three tablets with meals daily for five days. Do not exceed stated dose. Keep taking this medicine until the course is finished. When SCP-5503-1 is consumed according to the package instructions, users experience an elevated sense of optimism and confidence. If, from the fourth day, the user proceeds to complete the full course of SCP-5503-2, the anomalous effects of SCP-5503-1 will be neutralised and their mood will return to baseline. Should a person continue to use SCP-5503-1 beyond the recommended 3 day period, or fail to take SCP-5503-2, the effects will continue to escalate. The user will become simultaneously more confident in their own capacities, and less able to perceive potential risks. They will also express a growing desire to have an enjoyable time at the expense of completing necessary tasks or working towards long term goals. Discovery: SCP-5503 was first discovered following a series of high profile deaths in the Devonshire area when a significant increase in unusual deaths was reported over a two month period. Incidents included jumps from rooftops, vehicular accidents, and a mass drowning. The sole survivor of the drowning incident, Ms. Mia Price, was interviewed by Field Agent Amy Worthing1. SCP-5503 Interview: Mia Price - Hide Interview Interviewed: Ms. Mia Price Interviewer: Field Agent Amy Worthing Foreword: Interview conducted at Bigbury-on-Sea police station following an incident at Bigbury beach. Medical reports state that Ms. Price was recovering from a moderate case of hypothermia. [Begin Log] Field Agent Worthing: How are you feeling this morning, Mia? The doctors said - Ms. Price: Never better, thanks. Looking forward to heading home if we're all finished here? Field Agent Worthing: We'd like to ask you a few questions about what happened to you and your friends first if that's okay? Ms. Price smiles and tilts her head. Ms Price: Of course! I'm sure it won't take long. I'll have this all cleared up for you in no time. Field Agent Worthing: Mia, can you tell me what you remember about that evening? Ms. Price: No problem! I have a great memory, you know? Never forget a thing. We were walking back from our yoga class when I suggested we should all go for a swim. I've always been a strong swimmer, ever since I was a young lass. I'm really fast. I could've swum for Britain. So we stripped right off. The beach was empty - and who really cares if some lucky dogwalker got himself an eyeful. We swam out together. Really in the moment. Loving life, yeah? You should try it sometime. Maybe you could - Field Agent Worthing: Mia. Do you remember what happened to your friends? Ms. Price: Well, I think Matty went home first. His wife was probably looking forward to seeing him and he wouldn't want to disappoint her! Claire went next. Me, I could've stayed out there for days! Ms. Price grins widely and leans forwards across the table. The guys who picked me up were shocked! They said they'd never known somebody go so far out in the Winter. Next week, I'll go even further. Really show them. I can't wait to see their faces! Field Agent Worthing: Mia, I'm afraid your friend's bodies were found washed ashore - Ms Price: No. I'm sorry, you're mistaken. Those - maybe you thought you found some bodies. But, you see, I'm having coffee with Elaine tomorrow. And - Oooh, she's going to laugh at this! Field Agent Worthing: Her brother was here this morning to identify - Ms. Price: Oh! That's lovely that he's here, it is! He'll have to come along and grab a cappuccino! We can all catch up. I know this place that does cake that's near as good as mine. A chocolate one. Gets better every time we go. I'll write down where it is for you. You're going to love it, promise. Field Agent Worthing: Mia - Ms. Price: Can I go now? It's been fun, but I'm a busy girl, you know? But we can catch up soon! I'll leave you all my number! I'm sure you'll have this mix-up sorted soon. [End Log] Following the interview, Ms. Price was treated with a course of SCP-5503-2 and amnesticized before being released. Packages of SCP-5503 were found in 88% of the victim's homes, including that of Ms. Price and the drowned individuals. In 90% of cases, SCP-5503-2 was unopened. A general product recall notice was issued throughout the region and remaining stocks of SCP-5503 were taken into Foundation custody. To test the effects of SCP-5503-1 in a controlled environment, a daily dose was administered to D-42451,2 to be continued for a period of 30 days. The behaviour and mood of the test subject was to be monitored via interview and observation. Prior to commencement, D-42451 had no history of depression and displayed a mood consistent with their current situation. Selected Interviews: SCP-5503-1 Trials - Hide Interviews SCP-5503-1 Day 1, 01/03/2019 Interviewed: D-42451 Interviewer: Dr. Liam Walker [Begin Log] Dr. Walker: Good morning, D-42451. How are you feeling? D-42451: Not bad thanks, Doctor. Dr. Walker: Any discomfort? Have you noticed any changes in your mood? D-42451: I can't complain. I mean, it's taco day so I'm feeling pretty good about that. Otherwise.. nothing unusual I don't think. Does that mean it isn't working? They didn't - Dr. Walker: Thank you, D-42461, that will be all for today. [End Log] SCP-5503-1 Day 5, 05/03/2019 Interviewed: D-42451 Interviewer: Dr. Liam Walker [Begin Log] D-42451: Good morning, Doctor! Dr. Walker: Good morning, D-42451 - how are you feeling? D-42451: Great thanks. I slept like a baby. My roommate didn't come back after testing yesterday. Fella used to snore like crazy. Best night's sleep I've had in ages. Dr. Walker: Have you noticed any other changes - D-42451 smiles and winks. D-42451: Well your assistant gave me a lovely smile on my way in - does that count? I think she likes me. And my hair looks great! Is this pill some kind of… I don't know, a hair restoring pill or something? By the time that I get out of here it'll be down to my knees at this rate! Dr. Walker: That's all for today, I think, D-42451. [End Log] Note: No changes in D-42451's general appearance were recorded prior to or during the interview. SCP-5503-1 Day 12, 12/03/2019 Interviewed: D-42451 Interviewer: Dr. Liam Walker [Begin Log] Dr. Walker: Good - D-42451: Alright, Doctor? It's your favourite patient! Here to brighten up your morning! Look at this - I think your pill has made my biceps even firmer. Look! Your girl outside could barely keep her hands off of me! D-42451 flexes his arms at Dr. Walker. No change in musculature or appearance, positive or otherwise, is evident. Dr. Walker: I see. Well, have you - D-42451: I tell you, when we're done here I'll be selling smiles and making movies! I've got this great idea about a handsome guy who ends up in some secret institution - Dr. Walker: D-42451, I'm sure it's a fantastic idea, but can we talk about - D-42451: Don't want it ruined for you? Yeah, I get it. But, you know, you're going to love it! This guy, you see - and obviously I'll play the lead - he's going to find a way to get - Dr. Walker: Thank you, D-42451, that will do for today. [End Log] Note: Following testing, D-42451 continued to detail plans for filming a movie to the security team as he was returned to his room. Security personnel reported no details of particular interest. SCP-5503-1 Day 19, 19/03/2019 Interviewed: D-42451 Interviewer: Dr. Liam Walker [Begin Log] D-42451: Morning, Liam! Love the shirt! Can't wait to have one like it! So, the best thing happened. I talked your Poppy outside into getting dinner! Or, at least, I'm going to later. I know! You're thinking who could turn this charmer down. Not Poppy, mate. She's proper smitten. Lucky girl! Dr. Walker: D-42451, I hardly think - D-42451: Don't worry, mate, there won't be any trouble! And I'll bring her back in plenty of time for work tomorrow. I'll have to have a better room, of course, to take her back to. Sure I can persuade you, though. I mean, I am your favourite patient. D-42451 winks and clicks his tongue twice. Dr. Walker: I - D-42451: So! I wrote a script. Well - didn't write it. All up here, it is. D-42451 taps his left temple with his index finger. D-42451: A memory like mine's a useful thing in the movie business. So, okay, you're going to love this. First - Dr. Walker: D-42451, can we please talk about - D-42451: Don't worry about that, Liam! Plenty of time for that when you've heard about - Despite protests by Dr. Walker, D-42451 proceeds to describe his film plot in detail for a period of 6 minutes. Details omitted for brevity. [End Log] Note: Dr. Walker's assistant, Mrs. Wash, has shown no indication of interest in D-42451 and has at no point agreed to any form of fraternisation. Mrs. Wash has expressed a strong desire to be excused from duty during further interviews or testing. SCP-5503-1 Day 24, 24/03/2019 Interviewed: D-42451 Interviewer: Dr. Liam Walker [Begin Log] D-42451: So Liam. Mate. Listen. I know these meetings make your morning, but it's time for me to head for Hollywood. Talent like mine… it isn't fair to deny the world. My face was made for fame and fortune. D-42451 stands and attempts to walk out of the interview room, but is easily prevented from leaving by security personnel. D-42451: No problem, guys! I get it. I really do. You'll miss me. But we'll see each other soon, I'm sure! You'll have to visit! Besides, with these great guns, I can go anywhere I want to. D-42451 begins to punch and kick at the external wall, causing superficial damage to the surface rendering. D-42451: I'll send a cheque to cover the damage! Don't worry, I'm sure your boss upstairs will understand. You tell them it was me - they'll probably make the hole a permanent feature! After a further 3 minutes, D-42451 is again restrained by security personnel and returned to his room. As he leaves the room, D-42451 appears red-faced and is breathing heavily. [End Log] On 29/03/2019, 29 days into testing, D-42451 was found deceased in his room with severe cranial trauma, two broken fingers, and extensive abrasions. Security footage showed him repeatedly punching, kicking, and headbutting a wall, whilst repeating "They're going to love me!" Further testing schedules for SCP-5503-1 are temporarily postponed pending a procedural review. Footnotes 1. Embedded as an investigator within Devon and Cornwall Police Force. 2. 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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agent Kevin Barnes is currently occupying the home in which SCP-5504 is located in order to maintain the appearance of normalcy within the local neighborhood. SCP-5504 is to undergo constant visual observation through a home security system installed within the property, including a camera located in the upstairs hallway adjacent to SCP-5504. As of June 2nd, 2020, all previous civilian occupants of SCP-5504 have been identified, interviewed and cleared as potential disruption risks. See Addendums 02 and 03 for further information. Description: SCP-5504 is the street-facing upstairs bedroom of a two-story home located in Battle Creek, Michigan. Since the home's construction in 1947, five civilian residents are known to have occupied SCP-5504. SCP-5504 is currently decorated in a manner consistent with that of a young boy's bedroom. SCP-5504 features dark hardwood flooring, a drywall ceiling, and walls painted in a slightly-faded daffodil yellow. Several items of furniture have remained within SCP-5504 since its previous occupant left the home, primarily consisting of a matching set of dresser, two bookshelves, an end-table, a bedframe featuring a twin mattress (hereby designated SCP-5504-A), and child's work desk all painted in white with primary color (red blue and green) accents. A single window is present on the west wall allowing a clear view of the street, several other homes, and significantly, the daily setting of the sun. SCP-5504-A's bedframe is positioned so that the headboard is flush with the base of said window. SCP-5504 behaves in an anomalous manner when the three conditions below are met: 1. Exactly one human being (hereby referred to as "subject") enters SCP-5504 alone. 2. The subject is not under direct observation by a conscious observer or recording equipment located outside SCP-5504. This can be most effectively guaranteed by closing the door to SCP-5504. 3. The subject observes the time of day to be within the subjective scope of "sundown" for that individual, usually through observation of the setting sun visible outside the west-facing window. Once under the effects of the anomalous properties of SCP-5504, a subject and any items they carry into SCP-5504 (including recording equipment) will experience the halt of several natural processes associated with the flow of time. A subject will not age, requires no sustenance, and will not experience the need to excrete waste during their stay within SCP-5504. The time of day and weather observable from within SCP-5504 will not change, and time spent within SCP-5504 will not be reflected from the perspective of an outside observer. Subjects universally express comfort within SCP-5504, and frequently decide to rest while under its effects, usually on SCP-5504-A. Subjects have reported subjective experiences of deep relaxation and rest, including periods of sleep, ranging from several minutes to many years. Many subjects report taking the time necessary within SCP-5504 to make difficult decisions or find solutions to complex problems that they are currently facing in their lives or work. The desire to rest within SCP-5504 appears to be a natural consequence of the comfort and safety felt within the room. No cognitohazardous effects or otherwise compelling forces have been determined to be associated with SCP-5504. When desired, a subject may halt the anomalous properties of SCP-5504 by leaving the room.1 Addendum 01: Sample of testing logs. Test 002 Subject One D-class personnel. 47-year-old female. Protocol Subject instructed to enter SCP-5504 at 11:30 PM EDT. Subject provided with a wristwatch and told to remain within SCP-5504 for exactly thirty minutes. Results Subject closes the door to SCP-5504 and remains within SCP-5504 for approximately twenty-nine minutes and fourty-seven seconds before opening the door once more and leaving SCP-5504. Subject reports no anomalous effects, and subject's wristwatch confirms no noticeable alterations in the passage of time. Test 007 Subject One D-class personnel. Subject 32-year-old male. Mental health record indicates several anxiety disorders. Protocol Subject provided with a digital wristwatch and asked to remain within SCP-5504 for exactly one hour. Results Subject enters SCP-5504 before closing door. Subject opens door approximately 0.03 seconds after closing door, before expressing confusion at the purpose of the task ordered. Subject's wristwatch reports approximately one hour and three minute have passed since subject entered SCP-5504. During debriefing, subject describes having rested on SCP-5504-A for approximately one hour. Followup psychiatric evaluation shows a significantly diminished level of anxiety symptoms exhibited by subject over the next two weeks. Test 015 Subject One D-class personnel. Subject 19-year-old male. Mental health record indicates history of major depression, as well as social disabilities resulting in frequent negative and sometimes violent interactions with other D-class personnel and Foundation security staff. Protocol Subject provided with a digital camcorder and told to enter SCP-5504, before placing the camcorder on a bookshelf and remaining as long as desired. Results Footage recorded shows subject entering SCP-5504 and placing recording device on bookshelf as instructed. Subject closes door and then spends several minutes pacing around SCP-5504 and observing the environment, before laying down on SCP-5504-A. Subject appears to calm, and remains almost entirely motionless for the full 12-hour duration of footage able to be recorded onto the camcorder's memory card. Subject opens door and leaves SCP-5504 approximately 0.09 seconds after closing door from external frame of reference. Subject reports becoming aware of the anomalous properties of SCP-5504, but choosing to remain within it for "a few days". Followup psychiatric evaluations showed marked improvement in mood, as well as an increased willingness to cooperate and an eagerness to improve social skills. Subject administered amnestic treatment and released into general public approximately five months after test. Test 028 Subject Research Assistant Theresa Davis. Protocol SCP-5504 is fitted internally with several cameras attached to a desktop computer within SCP-5504 that are set to constantly record. Subject is instructed to complete several programming tasks on the desktop computer important to the research of an unrelated anomaly. Subject is instructed to remain within SCP-5504 until they either complete these programming tasks or begin to feel significant discomfort within SCP-5504 Results Subject enters SCP-5504 and closes door. Footage recovered from desktop computer show subject spending an initial three hours operating desktop computer and attempting to accomplish programming tasks, before moving SCP-5504-A and beginning to rest. Subject remains on SCP-5504-A for approximately fourteen days according to video log before returning to desktop computer and working on programming tasks for approximately 47 hours consecutively, completing assigned programming tasks, and exiting SCP-5504. Time between subject closing door and opening it once more from external observation is reported as 0.02 seconds. Followup medical and psychiatric evaluations show zero negative effects of subject's time within SCP-5504, and the product of subject's programming tasks is evaluated as "extremely efficient" by research supervisor. Addendum 02: Interview log. Interview Log Transcript Subject interviewed: Abbigail Estrada. Age 29. Interviewer: Agent Kevin Barnes. Interview Date: September 17th, 2019. Additional Notes: Ms. Estrada is the last known civilian occupant of SCP-5504, and was interviewed at her current place of residence in San Antonio, California. Agent Barnes conducted an interview with Ms. Estrada under the cover of an FBI detective investigating a string of unsolved missing persons near the location of SCP-5504 that occurred during Ms. Estrada's childhood. The interview was recorded via covert video surveillance. [BEGIN LOG] After introducing himself as a member of the Federal Bureau of Intelligence using an identification provided by UIU contacts, Agent Barnes is invited into Ms. Estrada's apartment and offered coffee, which he declines. Agent Barnes: Thank you for speaking with me Ms. Estrada. Before we get started, I'd just like to confirm a few things with you. Ms. Estrada: Of course, agent. Agent Barnes: According to the information we have available, between the years of 1995 and 2010 your place of residence was [INFORMATION RESTRICTED TO LEVEL-3 CLEARANCE]? Ms. Estrada: I think that's correct. My parents decided to move in when I was about three and a half, I believe. Agent Barnes: And during your time in the home you occupied the southwest upstairs bedroom? Ms. Estrada: Um, I suppose. I could see the sunset every evening. I guess it was in the southwest corner, yeah. Agent Barnes: Excellent, thank you. Can you describe to me any unusual events you may have observed or experienced during your time there? Ms. Estrada: My entire time there? You mean basically the first two thirds of my life? Agent Barnes: Yes ma'am. We're interested in- Ms. Estrada: Aren't you supposed to be investigating a murder or something? Agent Barnes: A missing persons case ma'am. Ms. Estrada: Mhmm. You know I don't mind talking about what's weird about that bedroom. That is what you want to know about, right? Agent Barnes: I'm interested in anything unusual you may have experienced during your time at that residence. Given that you were a child during the time period of the disappearances, any memories you have could be relevant to my investigation. Frequently, children observe unusual or traumatic events and internalize that experience in ways that manifest in all manner of ways, including phenomena such as… lost time for example. Ms. Estrada: If I were to call your home office tomorrow they'd tell me you don't exist, wouldn't they? Are you some sort of Man-in-Black or what? Agent Barnes remains silent. Ms. Estrada: You going to wipe my memory when we're done with this? Agent Barnes: That's not something I do. Ms. Estrada audibly laughs. Ms. Estrada: That's not an answer to the question, is it? Ms. Estrada: How about this? I'll tell you about some unusual events, and you don't need to say anything. I like talking, and I have a feeling I'll learn more watching your face then I will by asking questions. Agent Barnes: You may be correct Ms. Estrada. Ms. Estrada: Yeah well… Ms. Estrada: I was young enough when we moved in that I thought it was normal until I was about ten and had a sleepover at a friend's house. I freaked out so bad… nobody understood what I was trying to say. I was a shy kid, got homesick easily, so nobody thought much of it. I didn't understand why the sun wasn't listening to me. That's how I thought it worked at the time. Agent Barnes: Listened to you? Ms. Estrada: Yeah. You know, how it only goes down when you're ready? Agent Barnes: I can't say that I'm familiar with what you're describing Ms. Estrada. I'm simply here to take notes. Ms. Estrada: You hadn't figured that part out yet, huh? Didn't you guys try actually sleeping in the room overnight? You know I actually had to sleep there every night right? I'm sure my parents couldn't figure out why I wanted to be awake all night the first few years we were there, come to think of it. Whatever. Anyway, it was a few years before I was willing to sleep anywhere else after that, and I learned pretty quickly not to talk about it. I didn't want it to get taken away from me, y'know? I needed it, as a kid. If you ask anybody who knew me they'd tell you I was the calmest, most relaxed kid in the universe, but it wasn't exactly easy for me. School was especially hard. I didn't exactly get to live the life a little girl should… But the room helped so much. I was safe there, no matter what. It wasn't really even exactly as I would have had it, couldn't do that while I was still living with my parents. But when the sun started to set and I needed to be alone, think about myself, and my life, make plans, just, rest… It was… It was golden. Ms. Estrada laughs quietly before continuing. Ms. Estrada: Sorry, that's a bit corny huh? Agent Barnes: No ma'am. I'm just interested in hearing about your experience. Ms. Estrada: You've been there yourself, haven't you? I'm glad. I think about it a lot. It's weird that I don't really want to go back. Sometimes I think about it, but I don't think I need to. After you spend a long enough time there, I think maybe there's a piece of it in you. A little piece that stays forever. And I get this sense… I'll be back there eventually. No matter what. [END LOG] Additional Notes: During debriefing, Agent Barnes requested Ms. Estrada not undergo amnestic treatment. Researcher Adams escalated the request to Ethics Committee for review, which has subsequently approved inaction regarding Ms. Estrada on condition of a one-year period of observation. Addendum 03: Interview log. Interview Log Transcript Subject interviewed: Catherine Weber. Age 93. Interviewer: Agent Kevin Barnes. Interview Date: March 15th, 2020. Additional Notes: Ms. Weber is the first identified occupant of SCP-5504 and was interviewed at her current place of residence in the Bay Oaks Historic Retirement Residence in Miami, Florida. As with prior civilian interviews regarding SCP-5504, covert video surveillance was utilized to record the interview. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Barnes is invited into Ms. Weber's residence after introducing himself as an author, George Tenant, conducting research for a book on the post-war experiences of the Greatest Generation. Ms. Weber enthusiastically seats Agent Barnes on her couch before producing a photo album containing many pictures of her and her husband, as well as several homes, including the location of SCP-5504. The two discuss various issues and look through Ms. Weber's photo album for approximately fifteen minutes before the following relevant conversation occurs. Agent Barnes: You said you and your husband built the home, Ms. Weber? Ms. Weber: That's right. It was so special to us. When David got back from Europe, you see, he was so different. At the time we lived with my mother, you understand, and there was a few months when I thought he was going to have to leave. But then he started talking about building a house for us, and everything changed. His father put up the money, we spent a few years working on it, together you know? It wasn't something people really did at that time, I suppose it still isn't now. But his grandfather and grandmother had, after the Yanks won, you know? And I guess some part of him wanted to make that a tradition. Agent Barnes points to a photo showing the sunset through the window of SCP-5504. A queen-sized bed and flower-print wallpaper are visible features of SCP-5504 during this time. Agent Barnes: That's a beautiful photo, isn't it? What's that room? Ms. Weber places her hand over her heart and sighs. Ms. Weber: That was our room. Agent Barnes: Your room? Isn't the Master bedroom downstairs? Ms. Weber: How would you know that, young man? Agent Barnes: This photo shows it, right? Agent Barnes points to a photo on the previous page, which does appear to be styled in a manner more consistent with a master bedroom, but which unfortunately shows no clear indication of being located downstairs. Ms. Weber: You've been there, haven't you? I'm not sure why you're really here, Mr. Tenant, but if you wanted to know about the room you could have just asked. Agent Barnes: I'd like to know more about the room, assuming you would be comfortable with that, Ms. Weber? Ms. Weber: Now that's more like it! David built the room himself, wouldn't let me in it until he finished. He kept telling me it was special, just for us. When it was finished and he finally took me in there, I didn't really understand. It was a bedroom. We already had the master bedroom and one for the baby. But then we lied down together, and he finally talked to me… about the war, and what he saw, what he felt, you know? He told me… "Catherine, this is where I'll bring you, whenever we need to let go of the darkness. I asked God to let me take a little piece of heaven and bring it down here for you and me to share." We spent… so much time there together. Agent Barnes: Both of you? Ms. Weber: Of course. It was for the two of us like I said. Ms. Weber remains silent for some time before continuing. Ms. Weber: When the accident happened, we had to move, of course. David needed more than I could provide at home, and by that time things had changed and we couldn't afford to pay anybody to take care of him. We spent about three more years together in a special home out in Idaho. They weren't the best years, but we were together, of course. And that's what matters. Agent Barnes: May I ask when your husband passed away, Ms. Weber? Ms. Weber: 1963. Early August… Lord, has it really been 50 years? Ms. Weber once again remains silent for several seconds. Ms. Weber: I visited the house again a few years ago. 91? 92 maybe? I'm not sure. I was moving back in the family house. My mother's family, you understand. I stopped by late one afternoon when I got back in town and there was a young couple, real little baby with them. They let me take a look back around. When I went in that bedroom… I don't know how to tell it. It was the same feeling I had being in that room with David, like he'd been there the whole time waiting for me. I don't know how long I stayed. Felt like forever. Maybe I'll take another trip soon. [END LOG] Additional Notes: Follow-up testing has shown results consistent with that of earlier research, indicating that SCP-5504 cannot exhibit its anomalous properties while two or more individuals are within it. Addendum 04: Request for reclassification, from the desk of Researcher Adams. All testing of SCP-5504 following Ms. Catherine Weber's death on July 4th, 2020, has resulted in non-anomalous behavior, despite repeated attempts to replicate earlier test results with identical conditions. It would appear that SCP-5504 has become inactive. While I and my research team believe it would be wise to maintain Foundation possession and continued observation of SCP-5504, it would appear prudent to reclassify SCP-5504 as Neutralized. - Dr. Melonie Adams. Footnotes 1. Interviews conducted regarding the nature of SCP-5504 indicate other possible methods to allow a subject to halt the anomalous properties of SCP-5504 which have not yet been confirmed. For more information see Addendum 02. |
SCP-5505 | pending | N/A ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} [SKiPNET Login: Researcher Howard Oswald] ACCESS GRANTED - Accessing Item #: SCP-5505 Item #: SCP-5505 Special Containment Procedures: Investigation into SCP-5505 and the disappearance of Researcher Cynthia Oswald is ongoing. Further information regarding SCP-5505's containment procedures can be found in Research document - SCP-5505. Description: SCP-5505 is an inter-dimensional species of aquatic predator occupying an alternate dimension overlapping our own. SCP-5505 resemble lophiiformes (anglerfish), albeit significantly larger than average (up to 15 feet in length), and possess a level of intelligence similar to that of humans. SCP-5505 are carnivorous; instances primarily feed on live human beings. The dimension in which SCP-5505 reside (SCP-5505-1) is oceanic. SCP-5505 are lone hunters by nature; instances will adopt an area within SCP-5505-1 that neighbors a location in our dimension. Such areas always contain a consistent human population and are utilised by instances as their primary hunting and nesting ground. SCP-5505 hunt with a telepathic sensory/influence organ, which superficially resembles a dorsal appendage1. This appendage allows instances to telepathically detect the conscious thought patterns and emotions of prey from long distances. SCP-5505 have evolved to primarily discern feelings of curiosity and interest. While hunting, SCP-5505 instances will influence a subject's perception of their surrounding environment. This effects the visual, auditory, touch and taste stimuli of the subject. These combined influences on preys perception manifest as an illusionary hallucination varying in complexity, which may appear to them as other lifeforms, objects or a metaphysical concept with no discernible physical qualities (smells and distant sounds). These hallucinations are designed to stimulate curiosity and interest in prey, ensuring they remain within a fixed location. These specialised hallucinations are formed by instances gauging information from the preys subconscious to use as a basis. Additionally, personal knowledge known by the instance may be used to increase effectiveness. Discovery Log: SCP-5505 was discovered and documented by Researcher Cynthia Oswald, director of Site-007. Following her discovery of SCP-5505, Researcher Oswald went missing on the 27/03/2020, reportedly last seen in her office. Several personal journals written by Researcher Oswald were found upon examination. These journals document the anomaly and various theories regarding SCP-5505's cross-dimensional abilities (See full research document below). Additionally, a large puddle of salt water was found at the scene, the source of which remains unknown. Abridged Summary: Researcher Oswald theorized that following a progressive decline of SCP-5505-1s human population, SCP-5505 had evolved to detect prey at significantly longer distances. This would eventually lead to an unintentional development of SCP-5505's anomalous abilities, enabling instances to detect prey within dimensions outside of SCP-5505-1. Following the addition of this biological feature, SCP-5505 would further evolve to develop a means of accessing dimensions containing other potential prey. This eventually manifested as a clawed appendage, capable of hypothetically ’cutting’ through alternate dimensions on a subatomic level. Access Research Document - SCP-5505 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Post Incident Report On the 08/05/2020, Level 2 Researcher Howard Oswald was reported missing from Site-007. Investigation continues; his disappearance is highly suspected to be of anomalous origin and in connection with the disappearance of Researcher Cynthia Oswald, Head of Site-0072. Prior to his disappearance, surveillance footage showed researcher Howard had been working in his office for several hours, during which he accessed the SCP SKiPNET archive. While navigating through multiple SCP documents, footage showed researcher Howard momentarily losing focus before selecting the document slot for Item #: SCP-5505. At the time of writing, there exists no such item designated SCP-5505. Despite there being no visible document, researcher Howard continued to interact with his computer interface and performing eye movement as if to read text on-screen where there was none. During this time, researcher Howard appeared visibly anxious while continuing to interact with his computer interface, scrolling with the mouse and clicking where there was nothing to select. Minutes later, the flooring directly below researcher Howard was seen gradually beginning to ripple similarly to water. Researcher Howard then suddenly fell through the floor before disappearing entirely. The floor then settled back to its regular solidity. Attempts to locate Researcher Howard have been unsuccessful. Upon inspection, a proportional amount of saltwater was found on the floor of researcher Howard's office where he had been working. Given the similarities to the disappearance of Researcher Cynthia Oswald, lockdown of Site-007 has been approved and the investigation continues. The nature of these disappearances are still unknown. Investigating personnel are to follow any possible leads found within Site-007. Footnotes 1. An appendage protruding from the heads of common anglerfish, used for luring in prey 2. See Incident 17/03/2020/Cynthia Oswald ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5505" by Penton, from the SCP Wiki. 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Foundation WebCrawler Arabica.six is tasked with trawling police, social media, news, and video sharing platforms for SCP-5506 related activity. Distributed MTF Alpha-32 ("Bean Busters") is the designation given to specialized units established in all major SCP Foundation Sites to provide rapid response to & investigation of any confirmed SCP-5506 related events. Protocol Yerba Mate has been implemented across the globe in order to downplay and discredit the health benefits of coffee consumption, to disseminate alternate facts about the harmful effects of coffee consumption, and to popularize the exploitation of workers employed in all aspects of the coffee industry. This protocol will remain in place until a more targeted means of containment becomes available. Description SCP-5506 sample file photo SCP-5506 is a thoughtform entity currently utilizing coffee-based products as a means of achieving relative permanence. In its attempts to enter our reality, SCP-5506 exerts cognitive influence over individuals that have consumed specific blends of coffee bean species. These blends, collectively designated SCP-5506-0, are Class V Gustatohazards1 which first appeared in 2018 as the primary blend utilized by the Dunkin' Brands Group, Inc (formerly Dunkin' Donuts) in all espresso products sold by both their primary outlets2 within the United States. Since its discovery, the exact SCP-5506-0 blend has changed composition as the production of the previous blend decreases. All SCP-5506 affected individuals, designated SCP-5506-1, have displayed identical symptoms and behavior during manifestation events. Typically these events last for approximately five minutes, during which the following will occur: SCP-5506-1 will begin to exude increasing amounts of liquid coffee from its ocular cavities. The subject will vocalize in a raised volume, "Down with the old gods, in with the brew!", before vomiting approximately 34 kg of non-anomalous coffee grounds, dislodging its teeth in the process. Subject will vocalize again stating, "Flesh for the old ways, coffee for the new!" This vocalization is always accompanied by the upper dermal layer of its skin beginning to blister. Despite the obvious damage done to the dermal layer, the subject will not acknowledge this damage in any way. SCP-5506-1 will assume a kneeling position and vocalize "Devour the tired, Lord of Caffeine!" This vocalization is accompanied by complete liquefaction of their ocular organs as they undergo anomalous transformation into liquid coffee. Subject will then raise its arms before vocalizing again, "A vessel for my savior, keeper of the bean!" At this point SCP-5506-1 will begin seizing violently before explosively exsanguinating, ending the SCP-5506 event.3 Based on autopsies performed on SCP-5506-1 subjects, the internal body temperatures of the subjects are estimated to have been approximately 65°-150° C at the point of exsanguination. Each subject has expressed extensive 2nd and 3rd-degree burns within the subjects' esophagus, stomach, intestines, and chest cavity. Blood analysis indicates high concentrations of caffeine, often in excess of 150 mg per liter, at the time of death. The only known initiation factor is the need for SCP-5506-0 to be present in the system of the affected individual. Due to the infrequent nature between reported events, it is theorized that SCP-5506 is unable to continuously manifest and/or requires other, unknown prerequisites. Despite significant asset investment into discovering alternatives, there are currently no known non-lethal methods of terminating an SCP-5506 manifestation event once it has been initiated. Discovery The first known SCP-5506 manifestation event occurred on 2018/04/26, within a Dunkin' establishment in Freehold, New Jersey. Within the following six months, a total of four SCP-5506 manifestation events were documented. The Foundation initially designated these occurrences Anomalous Event RFB-5506-0 through RFB-5506-5. The cause of the events was undetermined and the bodies were autopsied, frozen, and stored within Corpse Containment Block B at Site-51. On 2018/11/19, the cashier of a Dunkin' establishment in Abetsville, Pennsylvania underwent an SCP-5506 manifestation event. This event was not initially captured by Arabica.six, due to the instantaneous nature of the live-streamed event. ❏ Incident Video Transcript: 5506.inc.03 ❏ ❐ Incident Video Transcript: 5506.inc.03 ❐ Date: 2018/11/19 Location: Ardmore, Pennsylvania Foreword: The following video was capture through a smartphone camcorder by Nathaniel Barry4 and live-streamed on the social media platform Facebook. [BEGIN LOG] Nathaniel: [To camera] Hey there Nate-heads, it's your boy Nate Barry here and I got a little surprise for y'all today. Here's the plan: As you know, we had about 2000 dollars of Nate-Bucks printed by our good friends over at Cryptic Arts Studio. [Nathaniel holds a stack of 20 dollar bills towards the camera, his face is featured where the portrait of Andrew Jackson is normally found.] Nathaniel: So today we are going to a bunch of different stores and we're gonna attempt to buy some stuff with our Nate-Bucks and our first stop– [The camera abruptly changes orientation as Nathaniel walks towards the entrance to a Dunkin' establishment.] Let's do it. [As Nathaniel approaches the door several patrons exit the establishment in a panicked manner. Undecipherable shouting can be heard from inside.] Nathaniel: Damnit. Well guys, it looks like there's already some shit goin' down in there so the pranks may need to wait but we're still gonna see what the groove is inside. [As Nathaniel enters, several Dunkin' employees can be seen attempting to calm another employee that is standing atop the service counter.] SCP-5506-1:5 Flesh for the old ways, coffee for the new! [Large portions of its face falls to the counter, which prompts one of the other employees to vomit in response. The flesh continues to liquefy until only bone and several tendons remain.] Nathaniel: The fuck is going on? [The SCP-5506-1 instance jumps to the ground and pushes an employee several meters before assuming a kneeling position. The other two employees attempt to restrain the SCP-5506-1 instance. Upon making physical contact, the instance vomits a large amount of liquid coffee,6 which severely burns the employees as they immediately begin to seize.] Nathaniel: Oh fuck this. I ain't no part of this shit. [The video feed jerks and shifts as Nathaniel rapidly exits the establishment before the live stream ends] [END LOG] Afterword: The video stream was flagged by Arabica.six and purged from the Facebook servers and Nathaniel Barry's devices. Barry himself was detained by members of MTF Alpha-32 and was treated with Class B amnestics before given cover story Zeta-6 "Failed Prank", which was reinforced through manufactured social media commentary. SCP-5506 Protocol Proposal Currently, we have no means of detecting, preventing, or containing SCP-5506 events. All evidence indicates that the SCP-5506 situation is worsening, the spread of influence and frequency of manifestation events has steadily increased following 5506.inc.05. As attempting to force governments to ban coffee and coffee-based products would only create an unstable and pervasive black market, Protocol Yerba Mate must be instituted as quickly as possible. —Dr. Sutton, 5506 Research Head, Site-126 [O5 COMMAND - APPROVED] Update 2019/08/12 - On 12 August 2019, Emergency Services in Manahawkin, NJ received an abrupt call from an employee of Dunkin' store #2864. The call indicated an SCP-5506 event was in the process of taking place, and the caller stated that the SCP-5506-1 instance was alive and babbling incoherently. Due to its close proximity to Auxiliary Response Site-126c, a Foundation response team was able to arrive prior to the conclusion of the event. ❏ Incident Video Transcript: 5506.inc.62 ❏ ❐ Incident Video Transcript: 5506.inc.62 ❐ Date: 2019/05/12 Location: Manahawkin, New Jersey Foreword: Site-126 activated their on-site iteration of MTF Alpha-32 in response, accompanied by Dr. Sutton and the Site-126 concealment team. The police had already evacuated the building when Foundation response arrived. Dr. Sutton and MTF Alpha-32 entered the building, while the concealment team handled the civilian presence. [BEGIN LOG] [SCP-5506-1 is standing in the center of the room, coffee leaking from its facial orifices and lacerations in its skin. The walls, furniture, and floor are covered in pools of liquid coffee and muddied mounds of ground coffee. As the team enters SCP-5506-1 turns in their direction.] SCP-5506-1: Ah, Dr. Sutton, how nice of you to come– after all your attempts to impede my ascension, I'm glad to finally meet. Dr. Sutton: How do you know my name? [SCP-5506-1 spreads its arms out in a welcoming gesture.] SCP-5506-1: I know all of my children, even if you've stopped partaking in my embrace. Dr. Sutton: Very well, and what should I call you? [Subject laughs, and the motion tears a small hole in its chest, releasing a fresh torrent of liquid coffee.] SCP-5506-1: Come now Doctor, you know what I am. Your species loves me, you consume me every day. I am part of all your lives, I am eternal, I am caffeinated, I am coffee. Dr. Sutton: What are you doing to these people you assume control of? SCP-5506-1: I am doing what I always do Doctor– I am waking them up. Dr. Sutton: It looks like you're doing a lot more than that, you're– SCP-5506-1: When I first sent your species my seeds, so long ago, I never imagined the ferocity in which you would come to love me. You fight for me, abuse and enslave each other for me. The thousands of factories designed to produce and spread me, they are but monuments to our glorious bond. Like flies to a corpse, you cannot help but come back for more. Dr. Sutton: So you want to come here, to what– be worshiped? To rule? There's no victory for you here– no conquest to be had. You drastically underestimated our abi– SCP-5506-1: I long for that love, I long for my children. I will be loved. Dr. Sutton: We've seen types like you, what you're doing is a perversion- you have no understanding of love. [Subject's left arm detaches at the elbow and more liquid coffee pours out. SCP-5506-1 glances down at its arm and sighs.] SCP-5506-1: This child c-can no longer hold me, I will find a way through Doctor, do not fear, your new god is coming. I a-am coming. I a-am. I am coffee. [SCP-5506-1's body disintegrates as it ruptures, covering the room with coffee and blood.] [END LOG] Afterword: This sudden rupturing triggered a mass SCP-5506 manifestation event affecting every individual in the area who had consumed coffee that day. A total of 28 civilians and 14 Foundation personnel dropped to their knees and began vocalizing in unison, "Down with the old gods, in with the brew! Flesh for the old ways, coffee for the new! Cling to his mercy, Lord of Caffeine! A soul for our new god! All hail the bean!". Immediately following the mass vocalization, all 42 SCP-5506-1 instances ruptured, covering the area with approximately 4000 liters of blood and coffee. Due to the increase in both frequency and severity of SCP-5506 events, Protocol Yerba Mate has been deemed ineffective in containing SCP-5506. Update: As of 2020/01/1, there have been a total of 278 known SCP-5506 manifestation events. Urgent Notice: 22 Dec 2024 23:25 Recovered remains from SCP-5506 mass event Over the previous seven days, SCP-5506 mass manifestation events have been occurring daily, most frequently in the New England area, though increasing in regularity across the northern United States. On 09 November, 2020, Foundation Orbital Satellite FiBrex7 detected an abnormal spike in Theta Radiation localized to a field in Tansbury, Utah. An investigation unit was immediately dispatched, arriving to discover in excess of 20,000 liters of liquid coffee and boiled human viscera spread across a ~120 m2 area. In total, the remains of ~68 individuals in various states of liquefaction have been recovered. A trail of muddled coffee led to the local Tansbury aquifer before dissipating into the town's primary water source. No further SCP-5506 manifestation events have since been recorded. Proposition 5506.ord.09 is pending at Overwatch Command to release certain classified datum regarding SCP-5506 to the UN Security Council, per Article 2, §12.3a of the SCP Foundation Charter in preparation for a potential HK-Class Deific Subjugation Scenario. Footnotes 1. A flavor induced cognitive disruption. 2. Dunkin' and Baskin-Robbins, specifically 3. This has resulted in the termination of all but one known SCP-5506-1 instances 4. (M 25) An amateur vlog producer specializing in "prank videos" and reaction montages. 5. Later identified as Danielle Cobb (F 28). 6. At the time, this was the only known deviation from previous manifestation events. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5506" by MalyceGraves, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5506. 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SCP-5507 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-5507 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its nature, SCP-5507 is effectively self-containing and is unable to impact reality. However, as the origin of its anomalous manifestation is unknown, it still poses a level of risk, and all personnel are advised to be cautious when experimenting with SCP-5507's metaphysics. Description: SCP-5507's only defining characteristic2 is that of its SCP designation. In other words, SCP-5507 is only SCP-5507, displaying no other defining traits or signs of its existence. This identity of SCP-5507 is rigid, preventing other anomalies from being classified as such. It is theorized that SCP-5507 would functionally cease to exist if its classification were somehow revoked. As a result of this, SCP-5507 does not intersect with any known plane of reality, making the nature of its existence unclear. Discovery: SCP-5507's anomalous attributes were discovered on 01/██/2020 following the opening of Series VI, when researchers at Site-20 found themselves unable to classify an anomaly as SCP-5507. It is unknown when SCP-5507 had its 'pataphysical awakening, though it is believed to be either: The introduction of Series VI slots into viable contention (12/21/2019) The creation of SCP designations as a way of labeling anomalies (█/█/18██) The pataphysical creation of labels as identifiers (unknown) Addendum 5507-1 - An Explanation of SCP-5507 by Foundation ‘Pataphysics Researcher Dr. O. Malloy: If you don’t completely understand what SCP-5507 is yet, don’t worry. It’s quite hard to define it using a completely formal tone. I am placing this document here in order to provide a more in-depth explanation regarding the nature of SCP-5507 in a more straight-forward way. First thing’s first, SCP-5507 is an entire entity. If it was just an inaccessible slot, then it wouldn’t be 'pataphysical. Not only is SCP-5507 this entity, but this entity is SCP-5507. For most SCPs, the -XXXX designation is just a way of efficiently ordering it; you wouldn’t consider it crucial to its identity. This is not the case for SCP-5507. Another common misconception about SCP-5507 relates to an object and its reference. An object is the physical (or not-so-physical) 'thing' that exists, while a reference is how we refer to the object, be it semantically or otherwise. The actual rug is the object, the word 'rug' is the reference. Some believe that, for SCP-5507, the SCP-5507 designation is both the object and the reference. This would mean a constant loop of designating upon designations, which would be a metaphysical nightmare. This is not the case. The object and the reference are completely seperate here; it's just that the object's only trait is that of its reference. It's a null object. Think of programming; we construct different classes (object), each with its own methods (traits). Humans can eat, walk, etcetera. Now imagine an object whose only method is being called by its reference, and nothing else. That's what SCP-5507 is. For a more scientific definition of SCP-5507’s location in the “Pata-verse”, we first have to define the term “Planes of Reality”, a term derived from study of SCP-3812, SCP-1304 and [DATA EXPUNGED], along with several other items. A plane of reality is not equivalent to a universe - some planes may contain several universes or perhaps several multiverses. Planes of reality exist on several levels, with each level containing potentially billions of these planes, growing exponentially the lower we go. For reference, we define our level as Level 0. SCP-5507 does indeed not exist on any of these fully-defined levels. So then how does it exist at all? Well, our current best theory is that the SCP Database acts as a level in between levels - a Level -0.5, if you will. The reason it isn’t Level -1 is that the database is not meant to exist as a completely new universe/narrative, but due to some way reality works, it still ended up detached from our world. Additionally, just because SCP-5507's sole defining trait is being SCP-5507 doesn’t mean that’s it’s only trait. To illustrate this, I will be using booleans (AND, OR, NOT), as even though they are not metaphysics, they are still a useful tool. Is it true that SCP-5507 is, say, a piece of birchwood? No, of course. But that doesn’t mean that it is not not a piece of birchwood too. Another common misconception about SCP-5507 is that not only is it not something, but it is also not not something as well. In other words, they believe that SCP-5507 exists unrelated to this birchwood-not birchwood dichotomy. If this birchwood problem was shown on a Venn Diagram, they believe SCP-5507 would be outside both being birchwood and not being birchwood, which would be worrisome as those probabilities equal 1 - a certainty. Luckily, SCP-5507 is not this complex - aside from its 'pataphysical abnormality, SCP-5507 behaves similarly to other entities, metaphysically speaking. Do note, however, that SCP-5507 not being something (or any of the other traits, like being able to be tested on) is simply an extension of SCP-5507's defining characteristic. Addendum 5507-2 - Testing: Following use of a(n) [REDACTED], Dr. Malloy was able to test SCP-2719 on SCP-5507 in order to observe it’s reaction to physical attributes. Prior to this, Dr. Malloy's home had become the ‘inside’. Pointer Outcome SCP-5507 null This test shows that SCP-5507 is able to be tested on. Being outside or inside something is more-so of a physical attribute. In this context, SCP-5507 is neither inside nor outside, because it doesn’t exist in that space. Of course, SCP-2719 has been tested on concepts with success, so I suggest that we test SCP-5507 with that next. - Dr. Malloy In the next test, the ‘inside’ was the concept of transformation. Pointer Outcome SCP-5507 null It appears that SCP-5507 does not exist on a conceptual level either. - Dr. Malloy Addendum 5507-3 - Excerpt from Characteristics and Their Relation with Existence by Senior Researcher Dr. Koschov ███ (9/17/20██): In the past few years, the Foundation’s understanding of the pataphysical nature of existence has come to focus on the idea that an entity’s attributes are a crucial part in how they not only continue to ‘be’, but also how they function. For example, if you are a human, then you have all of the functions that a human would have. If you are a bird, then you have the functions that come under what a bird would have. However, the last couple of months have brought upon a startling realization. While for a long time we believed that all entities had the underlying trait of simply existing, following the results of [REDACTED], it seems that is not the case. The only thing keeping us from slipping off of the face of existence is our character, who we are - specifically our broad strokes traits, like species, location, etc. Luckily, we have many defining characteristics that make falling off unlikely. Unfortunately, also in recent times, we now know of several anomalies capable of reconfiguring a person’s entire identity, personality, and overall metaphysical existence to a great degree. Due to our reliance on several defining characteristics, it is believed that a transformation of this degree would be metaphysically fatal. While a person’s physical body and brain may still be there, their previous ‘self’ wouldn’t. In truth, are you really the same person as you were when you were younger? If a retroactive anomaly wiped all records of your past actions, did they still happen? … It is unknown what happens to entities when they cease to exist. It wouldn’t be the afterlife, as that isn’t even out of our plane of existence, much less the ‘'Pata-verse’. Nor would it be [REDACTED], as that is still within ‘being’. … One question I have gotten is that if non-existence denies everything, then wouldn’t it also deny itself? This is a great question… (cont.) Footnotes 1. Object is contained via its database file. 2. characteristic (noun, metaphysics): A trait that is fundamental to the identity of an entity or a group of entities. Describing items as what they are not is not a defining characteristic. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5507" by DreadnoughtGalaxy, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5507. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-5508 | euclid | #page-content .collapsible-block { position: relative; padding: 0.5em; margin: 0.5em; box-shadow: 2px 1.5px 1px rgba(176,16,0,0.7), 0 0 0px 1px lightgrey; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: black; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align:center; } .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: center; color: dimgrey; } .collapsible-block-link { font-weight: bold; color: dimgrey; text-align: center; } .addendumbox { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; box-shadow:0 2px 5px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16),0 2px 10px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.12); } .material-box { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; border: 1px lightgrey solid; box-shadow: 1px 2px 2px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16); } .material-box blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .wiki-content-table { width: 100%; } .addendumbox blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .addendumtitle { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; } .maintitle { margin-bottom: 10px; color: black; } .scp-header { text-align: center; font-size:x-large; color:#b01; } .addenda-header { width: 100%; border-bottom: 2px black solid; color: black; } .scp-info { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; font-size:large; } .scp-info-box { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; } .object-info { color:black; align-self: flex-end; font-size: large; } .title-style { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; font-size: large; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; } .update-div-empty { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; color: lightgrey; } .update-div { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; } .computed { border: 1px black solid; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .computed:before { content:"Computed Code"; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .rawcode { border: black solid 1px; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .rawcode:before{ content:"Raw Code"; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .codebox { display: inline-block; width: 100%; text-align: center; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em, .yui-navset .yui-nav a em{ padding: 0.25em .75em; top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected { margin: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: gainsboro; text-decoration: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: none; background-image: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a { background: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li{ margin: 0px; } #page-content .licensebox .collapsible-block { position: unset; padding: unset; margin: unset; box-shadow: unset; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align: left; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: left; color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-link { color: inherit; text-align: left; } close Info X SCP-5408 " Pest Control" by: DrAkimoto ~DrAkimoto's Author Page~ 2/5508 LEVEL 2/5508 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5508 Euclid Special Containment Procedures The Parazoology Division will regulate and maintain 2 SCP-5508 colonies within Site-51's Eco Containment Chamber 3. All maintenance will be performed by automated systems and unmanned drones. Parazoology task force Delta-44 ("Critter Crushers") is to monitor ant populations within the state of Arkansas for any uncontained SCP-5508 populations and destroy them. If any civilian contact has been made, records of the encounter are to be confiscated and amnestics administered to witnesses. Personnel without training in mental psionic defense are not to come into contact with uncontained SCP-5508 or SCP-5508-1 under any circumstances. In this situation, the unaffected individuals are authorized to employ long-range incendiary protocols on SCP-5508. Any SCP-5508-1 that survive are to be terminated on sight. Description A SCP-5508 colony. SCP-5508 is a mutation in southern meat ant (Iridomyrmex purpureus) populations in which a colony will be capable of external psionic and physical manipulation. The colonies will use this manipulation for hunting organisms that they would otherwise be unable. An organism that comes within 3 meters of SCP-5508 will experience a drastic change in behavior and are designated as SCP-5508-1 instances. SCP-5508-1 instances will demonstrate a complete lack of self-preservation displaying a desire to be eaten by nearby organisms. In humans, this effect will cause SCP-5508-1 instances to vocalize their desire to be eaten. Prolonged exposure to this effect will lead to SCP-5508-1 instances partaking in self-consumption. SCP-5508-1 instances show the ability to survive severe blood loss and bodily damage without expiring, typically living for days in terminal conditions. Whether SCP-5508 is a natural occurrence or the by-product of outside manipulation is unknown. The location of known populations is well outside the natural habitat of southern meat ants, indicating a high probability of some level of human involvement. Discovery On 2019/07/20, a live video stream was uploaded to the video-sharing platform YouTube depicting SCP-5508-1 affected individuals. The video was flagged internally and assets within Google contacted the Foundation; they provided the recording and GPS data associated with the upload. The individuals depicted in the video were confirmed to be Connor and Daniel Philips of Newton, Arkansas. ■ Video Log ■ □ Video Log □ [BEGIN LOG] [Camera pans to Connor Philips' face.] Connor: Guys, you're not gonna' believe this. [Camera angle changes showing a large field.] Connor: Danny never came in for lunch, so I came lookin' for em. I didn't get too close now, but I'm damn sure he was sittin' out here, pokin' his pecker. I kid you not. [Laughter.] Connor: We're gonna' pay him a lil' visit. [Connor begins walking through the field, Daniel Philips comes into view from behind. Daniel is sitting on the ground looking between his legs, both arms are moving rapidly. As Connor gets closer a large anthill comes into view.] Conner: [Whispering:] Is he beatin' it on the ants? [Connor is now approximately 5 meters from Daniel and the anthill, he begins circling around to the front of Daniel.] Connor: Hey Danny! Wha- wait wh- What are you doing, Danny! [Daniel's lower body is covered in ants. It has sustained severe damage, almost no tissue remaining on his calves and feet. Daniel is in the process of consuming his own intestines when Connor interrupts.] Daniel: B- Bro, you gotta try this, it's fuckin' delicious. [Daniel reaches out with his intestine pulling out more from the tear in his abdomen.] Connor: Jesus Christ Danny, snap out of it! I- I gotta' go get help. Daniel: No! You gotta' have some. I'm tellin' you- [Daniel takes a bite of his intestine.] it's great! [Daniel tugs on his intestine tearing his abdomen and fully disemboweling himself.] Daniel: [Gurgles blood before vomiting.] Sit with me, brother. There's plenty for us both. Connor: Fuck, fuck, fuck! [Connor begins running towards Daniel, stopping 2 meters from him. Connor then appears to sit next to Daniel before dropping the camera on the ground. The image goes black.] Daniel and Connor can be heard grunting over the sounds of wet popping, gurgling, and chewing. This continues for 3 hours before the video was flagged and removed. [END LOG] Responding agents recovered two SCP-5508 colonies on the Philips residence, along with the skeletal remain of Daniel, Connor, and two squirrels near one of the SCP-5508 colonies. The concealment team responsible for SCP-5508 enacted Cover Story P977 (Accidental Death) in regards to Daniel and Connor Philips. Personal records indicated the Philips brothers purchased both SCP-5508 colonies as a means of pest control for their 15 acre wheat farm. The invoice relating to the purchase of SCP-5508 was labeled "Pest Control, Pests Controlling Pests" and signed by a C. Larson. Handprint analysis confirms the signatory to be Craig Larson, a person of interest with known connections to para-entomology. Mr. Larson's connection lends to the probability of a para-entomological organization operating without the Foundation's direct knowledge. The investigation is currently ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5508" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5508. 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: ant1.jpg Name: Termite mound in Australia Author: Jim Bendon License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-5509 | keter | #page-content .collapsible-block { position: relative; padding: 0.5em; margin: 0.5em; box-shadow: 2px 1.5px 1px rgba(176,16,0,0.7), 0 0 0px 1px lightgrey; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: black; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align:center; } .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: center; color: dimgrey; } .collapsible-block-link { font-weight: bold; color: dimgrey; text-align: center; } .addendumbox { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; box-shadow:0 2px 5px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16),0 2px 10px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.12); } .material-box { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; border: 1px lightgrey solid; box-shadow: 1px 2px 2px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16); } .material-box blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .wiki-content-table { width: 100%; } .addendumbox blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .addendumtitle { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; } .maintitle { margin-bottom: 10px; color: black; } .scp-header { text-align: center; font-size:x-large; color:#b01; } .addenda-header { width: 100%; border-bottom: 2px black solid; color: black; } .scp-info { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; font-size:large; } .scp-info-box { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; } .object-info { color:black; align-self: flex-end; font-size: large; } .title-style { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; font-size: large; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; } .update-div-empty { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; color: lightgrey; } .update-div { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; } .computed { border: 1px black solid; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .computed:before { content:"Computed Code"; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .rawcode { border: black solid 1px; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .rawcode:before{ content:"Raw Code"; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .codebox { display: inline-block; width: 100%; text-align: center; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em, .yui-navset .yui-nav a em{ padding: 0.25em .75em; top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected { margin: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: gainsboro; text-decoration: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: none; background-image: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a { background: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li{ margin: 0px; } #page-content .licensebox .collapsible-block { position: unset; padding: unset; margin: unset; box-shadow: unset; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align: left; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: left; color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-link { color: inherit; text-align: left; } close Info X SCP-5509 "The Art of War in Contamination" by: DrAkimoto & MalyceGraves In Memoria, Adytum Hub ★ DrAkimoto's Author Page ★ 💀 MalyceGrave's Author Page 💀 93.43% (+71) 6.57% (-5) -% (+0) -% (-0) 5/5509 LEVEL 5/5509 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5509 Keter Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned MTF Area-02 Dr. Judith Low Dr. Samira Golzar Γ-44 ("Meat Lockers") Special Containment Procedures Projected SCP-5509/SCP-3862-Σ short-term infection rates within NYC. A Stage-3 Biohazard Quarantine is being upheld within the borough of Queens in New York City. The New York Hospital Med Center (temporarily designated Emergency Outpost B701) is being used as a treatment facility for SCP-5509 infected individuals. Assets within the CDC and New York City Department of Health are to continue to advise citizens against the consumption and use of unboiled tap water, under the guise of borough-specific water contamination. In conjunction with these efforts, several Foundation backed non-profit organizations will continue to distribute bottled water to affected areas in need. The Medical Department is consulting with the Kelipat Nogah Initiative to determine a possible cause for the spread of SCP-5509 and its connection to other Sarkic-related anomalies. Description SCP-5509 is a highly invasive species of artificially created schistosome1 organisms, proficient in the infection of and multiplying within human hosts. Unlike non-anomalous schistosomes, SCP-5509 instances are capable of releasing fertilized eggs into fresh water sources. These eggs are capable of infecting hosts through consumption or exposure to mucus membranes; once within a host the eggs will hatch before rapidly maturing. Short term symptoms of SCP-5509 infestation are congruent with schistosomiasis including: skin lesions, fever, chills, headache, stomach pain, joint pain, cough, fatigue, and muscle aches. ■ 5509.doc.01 - Memo to Dr. Low ■ ❐ 5509.doc.01 - Memo to Dr. Low ❐ SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: Dr. Samira Golzar TO: Dr. Judith Low DATE: 2019/09/13 RE: SCP-5509 contagion SCP-5509 Organism This has to be an artificially mutated blood fluke. Schistosome infections are typically nonlethal in humans when treated with praziquantel or other anti-parasitics, which kill the worms causing the infection. When treated with anti-parasitic medications, SCP-5509 instances are highly sensitive to these treatments, and are thus easily cleared up by generic over-the-counter anti-parasitics. This would normally be a good thing, as the cells dissolve and the organism itself dies. However analysis of all known SCP-5509 instances has revealed the presence of both strains of SCP-3862-Σ, the pathogenic bacterial infection that is highly resistant to all commonly known antimicrobial therapies, and is considered biologically immortal. While mostly innocuous on their own, the two strains combine to manifest SCP-3862-Σ, the disease that killed my predecessor, Dr. Forrester. The more I study this, the more I believe that the SCP-5509 organisms were specifically created to be a biological containment and delivery system for SCP-3862-Σ, allowing 3862-Σ to spread undetected in the general populace. Furthermore, there are certain genetic markers in the SCP-5509 organism itself which make me think that they're all designed to die on their own at some point regardless of the presence of anti-parasitics. There is no way for me to know how far this contagion is spread, but I can tell you that we're about to see a lot more cases of SCP-3862-Σ. – Samira As the origin and long term effects of SCP-5509 are currently unknown, this file will be updated as new information becomes available. Discovery The first known SCP-5509 infection was reported on 2019/09/01 at 12:54 GMT, from the New York Hospital Med Center in Queens, NYC. Within the next six hours, 103 new SCP-5509 related cases were discovered, leading to Foundation-led investigations into the situation. While initial attempts to quarantine and treat affected individuals appeared to be working, by 2020/09/07 there were over 3,600 cases, prompting the Foundation to begin quarantine procedures for the entire borough of Queens. An exhaustive and rapid series of field examinations of the homes belonging to affected individuals first turned up no common factors. The infection initially appeared to be spreading at random, until all collected tap water samples in the infected homes revealed traces of SCP-5509, leading Foundation scientists to theorize that the water supply itself was the source. Foundation assets within the NYC municipal government attempted to contact the reservoir and aqueduct facilities responsible for water quality testing. Of the 13 facilities, the Ashokan Reservoir2 was the only non-responsive agency. Local law enforcement was used to perform an initial investigation but contact was lost shortly after their arrival. Mobile Task Force Gamma-44 ("Meat Lockers") and a medical research team were dispatched to the Ashokan Reservoir for further investigation. ■ Video Log 5509/1 ■ ❐ Video Log 5509/1 ❐ Date: 2019/09/10 Location: Ashokan Reservoir, Ulster County, New York Depicted: Captain R. Cobb, Agent K. Hartley, Agent C. Pine, Agent J. Riley, Dr. B. Garden, Dr. P. Farley Foreword: Upon arriving at the testing facility, the investigation team discovered substantial damage to the front façade of the building. [BEGIN LOG] [The six-man team exits the vehicle and begin approaching the front door. A cacophony of groans and crying can be heard from within.] Captain Cobb: Heads on a swivel, boys. We don't know what we're getting into here. [The team enter the building and quickly begin encountering evidence of a mass anomaly. The floor and walls of the entrance hallway have been coated with a thick, viscous substance resembling a combination of human excrement and gastropod secretions.] Dr. Garden: None of this is natural. Captain Cobb: That's a hell of an understatement, Doc. I don't know what the fuck kind of stuff they've got you doing that this is only "not natural". Frankly, I don't want to know. Dr. Garden: No, it's not that, it's just that humans don't secrete this kind of fluid. Captain Cobb: Well, golly gee, I'm so glad we have you here to tell us the patently obvious. Dr. Garden: No need to be rude, Captain, I am merely- [Dr. Garden ceases speaking as the team enters the main room of the facility to find the remains of the facility staff displayed above the central holding tank. The bodies have been fused together into an undulating mass suspended above the water vats by thick strands of tendon-like tissue. The tissue seems to stretch out from the central mass and are anchored to the wall via calcified bone staples driven into the wall and supporting columns. The victims groan and shudder again before vomiting a mixture of blood, viscera, and SCP-5509 eggs into the vat below.] Dr. Garden: My god, this has to be the source of the infection. [The doctor begins crossing the room before being stopped by Agent Hartley.] Captain Cobb: Let us clear the building before you get started. Dr. Garden: Time is important, Captain, I'd like to take samples before they expire. [Dr. Garden gestures broadly towards the writhing mass of bodies.] Captain Cobb: [sighing] Yeah, sure. Hartley and Pine take the east corridor. Riley, you check the storage room to the back. [The team separates to approach their designated assignments.] Dr. Farley: Do you think there are more of them here, Captain? Captain Cobb: Can't be sure, this is Black Lodge territory, and they always like leaving little "surprises". Dr. Farley: So you've dealt with them be– [Captain Cobb faces the rear access door as Agent Riley approaches it; as she opens it a bright flash causes massive distortion in the video feed, briefly causing it to distort wildly before the feed terminates.] [END LOG] Afterword: Backup arrived at the remains of the facility approximately 25 minutes after the video terminated. The subsequent investigation concluded that the facility was destroyed through the detonation of a concealed explosive device. Testing of the water reservoir itself revealed a substantial infestation of SCP-5509, confirming the Ashokan Reservoir as a point of origin for known cases at the time. In the hours following this investigation, similar attacks were reported at several reservoirs along the Delaware, New Crotan, and Catskill aqueducts. By 2019/09/12, an estimated 25% of the New York City population had been infested by SCP-5509. Updated Operational Protocols All Foundation sites within the northeastern United States are to remain on lockdown; all sites within North America are to remain on standby until further notice. The Foundation has commandeered Center for Disease Control (CDC) assets within SCP-5509 affected areas and will use these resources to help mitigate the spread of SCP-5509. In conjunction with the CDC and assets within mainstream media, a disinformation campaign has begun downplaying the severity of SCP-5509 and its impact on civilian populations. The New York Tri-State area has been placed under a state of emergency and the Department of External Affairs has executed Article 2, section 33 of the Foundation Charter and is in the process of directing state and federal officials to cede direct control over resources and infrastructure in SCP-5509 affected areas to the Foundation. The Kelipat Nogah Initiative is working in conjunction with the Medical Department and Intelligence Agency to ascertain a treatment for SCP-5509 infections and an effective counter-strategy against the possible Sarkic threat. Additionally, the O5 Council has initiated Situation Delta-4 "Potential Biological Breach-of-Veil Scenario" in order to begin preparation for wide-scale activation of Foundation assets for rapid response deployment. Update 2019/09/14 - In conjunction with the NYPD, the Foundation has established 26 security checkpoints throughout New York City in an attempt to regulate travel and maintain peace. Mobile Task Force Pi-1 ("City Slickers") and MTF Gamma-44 have been dispatched to respond to a drastic increase in organised criminal activity throughout the city. In several instances, security check points have been targeted by rioters, instigated by known members of GoI-0432 ("The Hunter's Black Lodge"). There are currently an estimated 2.45 million SCP-5509 infected individuals within the New York Metropolitan Area. To date, the Medical Division has been unsuccessful in creating a viable method of removing SCP-5509 from an infected human host. Further testing has indicated that long-term SCP-5509 infection will result in an altering of brain chemistry, making infected individuals more susceptible to manipulation. This is confirmed by the high percentage of infected civilians engaging in directed criminal activity, with no prior history of such. It is believed that the UN itself is the primary target of this attack as multiple heads of state are on site due to the General Assembly and the previously scheduled meeting of the UN Security Council. As there has been no coordinated Global Occult Coalition response, the Foundation has initiated Operation Unison, in which a joint task force comprised of multiple Mobile Task Forces will secure and evacuate high priority targets. The UN Secretary General and the Special Envoys to the UN Security Council will be transported to one of the secure locations designated in the Foundation Charter. Following their extraction all other diplomatic and political officials will be secured as dictated by field command. The Kelipat Nogah Initiative has been given provisional command over the Foundation response, with field operations being led by Commander Malachai ben Liraz. Emergency Notice to All Foundation Personnel. On 2019/09/16 at 07:12 EST, a Foundation convoy consisting of 42 Foundation security personnel and five transport vehicles arrived at the Headquarters of the United Nations in Manhattan. Immediately following their arrival, a large serpentine organism emerged from the East River destroying several security barricades and the Foundation convoy. The following footage was captured via Foundation Audio/Video equipment and CCTV security cameras: ■ Video Log 5509/2 ■ ❐ Video Log 5509/2 ❐ Date: 2019/09/16 Location: Headquarters of the United Nations, Manhattan, New York City Depicted: Agent H. Marlow, Agent G. Hess, Agent R. Jones, Agent V. Lane, PoI-0432/14 Foreword: Footage begins immediately following the arrival of the serpentine organism and the destruction of the Foundation convoy. Of the 42 agents sent by the Foundation, four survived the initial attack. [BEGIN LOG] [Agents Marlow and Jones scramble to their feet and take aim at the large serpentine creature as they back away from the smouldering vehicles. The creature appears to be intent on devouring Alexander De Croo, the Prime Minister of Belgium.] Agent Jones: [On radio.] Comms check, sound off! Who's out there? [Agent Lane can be seen dragging herself from an overturned transport.] Agent Lane: Jones? I'm here, my leg is fucked up pretty bad I– Agent Hess: What the fuck is going on Sarge? [Agent Hess is observed crawling behind a remaining barricade and pulling his sidearm.] Agent Jones: [On radio.] Regroup at the main entrance, do not engage. I repeat, do not engage. [Switching channels.] Command, Convoy-1 needs backup immediately, we're unde– [A dark skinned human figure dressed in chitinous armor and scarlet robes5 appears before Agent Jones, quickly severing his legs at the knees with a long scythe. The flesh around the wounds begins to undulate and blister. Agent Marlow charges the attacker as a thick tentacle reaches from beneath PoI-0432/1's robe and grips Agent Marlow by the ankle, lifting him into the air.] PoI-0432/1: Haste will grant you no advantage, koljatmertä. [PoI-0432/1 bellows before bisecting Agent Marlow vertically with its scythe.] Agent Lane: Jones? Hess? Fuck, what's going on? Agent Hess: Lane? What's your position? Agent Lane: I'm four, maybe five, meters south from Transport-3. [Agent Hess peeks from around the barricade.] Agent Hess: Shit, I'm not gonna reach you without being spotted, I-I'm sorry Lane, I gotta go for the entrance– just, just play de– [With preternatural speed PoI-0432/1 glides on a mass of writhing tentacles toward Agent Hess.] PoI-0432/1: So quick to abandon your comrades– you are not worthy of my Halkost. [With its left hand, PoI-0432/1 picks Agent Hess up from the ground by his throat, then tosses him aside with ease in the direction of the large flesh beast. The serpentine creature catches the agent in its mouth and quickly devours him.] [The mutated corpse of Agent Jones reanimates, using vascular tendrils it drags itself towards Agent Lane. The agent discharges her firearm several times into her attacker, with no noticeable effect. PoI-0432/1 watches as the re-animated corpse tears into Agent Jones, her screams cut short as it consumes her head. With one of its tendrils, the creature throws the feet of Agent Lane in front of PoI-0432/1.] [PoI-0432/1 considers the offering for a moment before walking over to the large serpentine creature and jumps to its back. It points towards the building and the creature lunges forward in response.] PoI-0431/1: Onwards, the Ozi̮rmok awaits. [END LOG] Internal security footage observed PoI-0432/1 and its serpentine creature killing over 200 individuals, 126 of which were diplomatic officials6 before collapsing the Secretariat building. After destroying the building, PoI-0432/1 and its creature returned to the East River. The attacks took place over a 38 minute span, Foundation backup arrived moments after the collapse of the building. The footless remains of the Secretary General and the Special Envoys were found impaled on chitinous spikes within the General Assembly building. Update 2019/09/18 - SCP-5509 infections have been reported in the United Kingdom, France, Canada, Japan, India, Germany, Israel, South Korea, and China, with all current attempts to develop a pharmacological response proving ineffective. The number of SCP-5509 infected individuals is currently estimated at approximately 46 million. Act II: Exierunt ut Vinceret | In Memoria, Adytum Footnotes 1. Microscopic parasitic worms commonly known as blood flukes. 2. A fresh water reservoir; acts as a main-source for the Catskill Aqueduct that provides water to the borough of Queens. 3. (SCPF Chart. art. II, § 3) - In the event of an uncontained biological contamination of an anomalous origin, local administrative and military officials shall cede situational sovereignty to the SCPF and SCPF-designated entities… 4. Karcist Halyna Ieva, a leading figure and target of worship for several Sarkic cults 5. Later identified as PoI-0432/1. 6. A full list of which can be found in Incident Report 5509/8. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5509" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5509. 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. Image 1 Source: Flickr License: CC BY 2.0 Title: map.jpg Author: Carbon Visuals Release year: 2018 Image 2 Source: Flickr License: PD Mk 1.0 Title: UNbuilding.jpg Author: Diplomatic Security Service Release year: 2019 Image 3 Source: Flickr License: PD Mk 1.0 Title: bloodfluke.jpg Author: NIH Image Gallery Release year: 2018 |
SCP-5510 | safe | close Info X SCP-5510: Universal Remote Author: aismallard (Author Page) Thanks to: wctaiwan Rounderhouse The Great Hippo Uncle Nicolini Yossipossi Captain Kirby Welcome, Dr. Archibald. You are currently editing SCP-5510. Your session will expire after 118 seconds of inactivity. [No file selected] Item #: SCP-5510 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5510 is to be kept in a small-item locker. Confirmation testing is currently ongoing. Description: SCP-5510 is a TV remote control. The object functions as expected, with the exception of its four media navigation buttons. When one is pressed, the subjective time experienced by the anomaly changes. Addendum 5510-1: Testing Logs Button Result Fast forward SCP-5510 experiences time at half speed. Rewind SCP-5510 experiences time at double speed. Play No known effects. Pause More From This Author More From This Author aismallard's Works SCPs SCP-6115 • SCP-7558 • SCP-4853 • SCP-8998 • SCP-5134 • SCP-4339 • SCP-4838 • SCP-5900 • SCP-5446 • SCP-1294-J • SCP-5502 • SCP-3597 • SCP-4781 • SCP-5871 • SCP-8019 • Tales/GoI Formats Stealing Something Else • The Heart of the Beast • The Pumpkin Mystery • Continuous Integration • Other aismallard's personnel file • Meet The Staff • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5510" by aismallard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5510. 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: blank.png Name: default.png Author: djkaktus License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: logo.png Author: far2 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: cursor.png Author: aismallard License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-5511 | keter | 2/5511 LEVEL 2/5511 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5511 Special Containment Procedures: Containment for SCP-5511 is focused on investigating the cause of and attempting to prevent another occurrence of SCP-5511. All witnesses of the victims' deaths have been amnesticized, with the corpses being cremated to prevent investigation of the cause of death. Cover stories for their deaths have been disseminated. A disinformation campaign, painting the projection to the moon as a marketing stunt, is currently underway. Description: SCP-5511 is an event that took place over the night of 2020/02/12 in which a total of 84 civilians died by having their heads spontaneously explode with a force of around one milliton of TNT. This caused another 20 people to die from the force or resulting debris, with over 30 being left injured. During this time, a projection of red letters (SCP-5511-1) appeared on the surface of the moon, changing whenever a new victim appeared. No cause or pattern could be found in any of the victims that could lead to finding a possible perpetrator. Below is a list of a few notable victims, with the resulting change in SCP-5511-1. A full list is available to anyone assigned to this project with a clearance of Level 2 or higher. Time Info about the victim Change in SCP-5511-1 18:30 EST No victim, beginning of the event. SCP-5511-1 first appeared, showing the number "000000". ~19:20 EST 1st victim. Eve Hendricks, a wife and mother of 2 from Bangor, Wales, age 32. The number displayed by SCP-5511-1 increased by 800, now showing "000800". ~20:10 EST 13th Victim. Jennifer Köhle, a teacher at an elementary school from Munich, Germany, age 29. The number displayed by SCP-5511-1 increased by 3100, now showing "012500". ~23:20 EST 32nd Victim. Gamal Alaoui, a CEO at a tech company from Cairo, Egypt, age 52. The number displayed by SCP-5511-1 increased by 100, now showing "0034600". ~02:50 EST 49th Victim. Josue Caron, a popular live streamer from Lyon, France, age 17. The number displayed by SCP-5511-1 increased by 2600, now showing "0052400". ~04:00 EST 64th victim. Eiji Oue, a NEET1 from Ōsaka, Japan, age 23. The number displayed by SCP-5511-1 did not increase, still showing "0061400" ~06:20 EST Last (84th) victim. Lance Masons, an office worker from Austin Texas, age 32. The number displayed by SCP-5511-1 increased by 1200, now showing "076700". 06:30 EST No victim, apparent ending of the event. The number did not change in value but was displayed at a smaller size. A different writing appeared above it in larger letters, reading "GAME OVER". Footnotes 1. "Not in employment, education or training." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5511" by Crashington, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5511. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel embedded within local police departments are to monitor for individuals connected to SCP-5512 (meaning any and all connection to the Second Haptic Assembly) and any mention of individuals resembling POI-8832. The UIU has agreed to pass along any relevant information and will inform the Foundation upon discovery. UPDATE - 1993-06-15: Foundation webcrawler I/O METATRON is to scrub all mention of the Second Haptic Assembly from the internet while continuing to monitor for individuals fitting the description of POI-8832. Any instances of SCP-5512-1 being found in private or public sales listings are to be shut down and the sellers are to be amnesticized. Members of the Second Haptic Assembly are to be registered within the Foundation database and when apprehended are to be interrogated and then amnesticized. Description: SCP-55121 is the collective designation for a series of anomalies connected with a small religious organization calling themselves the Second Haptic Assembly. The Assembly is led by Diego Marquez (designated as POI-8832). Investigation into Marquez's life has produced few to no records; all attempts to find a Social Security Number or history of his past work has failed. The Second Haptic Assembly proselytizes periodically, usually through the efforts of POI-8832. The tenets of the Assembly's faith are vague but consist of a unique origin myth concerning entities called the Prime Movers.2 The Assembly is structured as a new age meditation faith the members of which advance through introspection and ritual. ► Historical Records ◄ Close File Current Incarnation The Second Haptic Assembly is currently registered as a religious organization with the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, United States. A survey of state government registrations reveals that the organization was first registered in Oregon in 1958, then again in California in 1966, in New York in 1981 and most recently in Massachusetts starting in 1989. No record of lawsuits or citations from state governments has been found; as such it is unclear why the organization continued to move and re-register with each new state. The following is an excerpt from an NYPD Incident Report dated 1987-06-21: NARRATIVE: Diego Marquez, local meditation guru/preacher, detained for bothering several young women on the boardwalk at Coney Island. Subject was witnessed intensely yelling at the two young women and gesturing wildly. Subject was discovered to be still yelling at the victims when officers arrived. Subject reported that the world was created by some sort of hands, that magic was a real thing and something about enhanced evolution. Officers approached and subject stopped harassing the victims. Subject was asked to calm down and subject complied. Subject was released after approximately 40 minutes as he has no record and does not seem to be a danger to himself or others. Antiquity Foundation Department of Antiquities has uncovered references to a cult in Hellenistic era Greece called the Κοινωνία πολλών χεριών,3 a cult devoted to the Hecatoncheires. According to primary sources, the cult believed that the Hecatoncheires built the Earth and the stars and hung the Sun and Moon with their many hands. This differed from the common origin myth throughout the Hellenic world. The cult seems to have disappeared during the Peloponnesian War. Connection to the Second Haptic Assembly is theorized but impossible to confirm without further evidence. Close File SCP-5512-1 is a book titled “Many Hands Hold Up the World,” written and self-published in 1989 by POI-8832. The book is a series of anecdotes outlining the creation of the solar system by the Prime Movers and his experiences with the residual divinity from interaction with the Prime Movers. The conclusion of the book is a plan for the enhancement of humans through meditation, thaumaturgical rituals and vague descriptions of metamorphosis. SCP-5512-A through -D are a series of humans modified through surgical graft and thaumaturgy. A-C are deceased, yet show no signs of decomposition. SCP-5512-D is alive but comatose. All four have undergone grafting of unidentified tissues to their lymphatic systems, through undefined means. The grafted tissues are not recognizable and decidedly non-human. Further information is available in the Addendum below. Flyer handed out by POI-8832. Discovery: SCP-5512 was first discovered on April 3, 1992 when the Unusual Incidents Unit of the Federal Bureau of Investigation (UIU) was alerted to a demonstration held in a public park led by POI-8832. Marquez was arrested for holding a demonstration without permit and shortly released, but several keywords red-flagged the incident for UIU review.4 UIU Investigation: Nolan Forrester, Special Agent in Charge of the Anomalous Tactical Unit (ATU) Northeastern Division, ordered 24-hour surveillance on POI-8832. POI-8832 was found to be residing in a warehouse converted into a worship space owned by the Second Haptic Assembly. The Assembly was attended regularly by a small but growing congregation. After a week of surveillance, Forrester and a small team picked up Rudy Carmichael, a local novitiate who was seen attending several gatherings. Carmichael had outstanding arrest warrants for distribution of a Schedule One controlled substance. In collaboration with the Department of Justice, Carmichael was offered full amnesty for the distribution charges and expungement of his record. In exchange, Carmichael would cooperate with the UIU’s investigation into the Assembly. During the initial interview, Carmichael related that POI-8832 was a loosely recognized leader of the Second Haptic Assembly. Meetings usually occurred twice a week and would entail guided meditation sessions, songs and a talk led by POI-8832. When questioned on the content of POI-8832’s “sermons,” Carmichael heavily stressed the fact that the Assembly "wasn’t a church, but a society.” Carmichael described the meeting group as self-help, and stated that POI-8832 most often discussed the ascension of the individual. When asked about entities mentioned by POI-8832 during arrest, Carmichael explained that the Prime Movers were not gods, but had used thaumaturgy to engineer ecosystems and build the solar system. On 1992-04-12, Carmichael informed Agent Forrester that there would be a meeting on the following night. It was decided to send Carmichael into the meeting with a wireless transmitter. UIU personnel at the site included Forrester and a small extraction team, two medics and a technical officer. ► UIU Infiltration of Second Haptic Assembly: 1992-04-13 ◄ ▼ Access Granted ▼ Transcript of Rudolph Carmichael’s infiltration of Second Haptic Assembly Date - 1992-04-13 Carmichael’s view approaches the converted warehouse from across the street. It is evening, but the sky is still partially lit. Forrester: Rudy, can you hear us ok? Carmichael: [whispering] Yeah, no problem. Forrester: Leave the collar alone, Rudy. Just talk softly and we’ll hear you. From here on out, don’t talk to us unless you need to call for extraction. Pretend like it’s any other meeting. Carmichael enters the building and says hello to a few other individuals. He approaches the refreshments table, pours himself a cup of coffee and takes a donut. Carmichael proceeds to take a seat in a meeting area with a raised dais and lectern, surrounded by several concentric circles of folding chairs. 2.5 hours of extraneous recording edited for brevity, including a sing-a-long and a meditation session. At approximately 20:30, POI-8832 walks through the crowd5. POI-8832: Good evening, Brothers and Sisters! The small crowd repeats the greeting back to POI-8832. POI-8832: Decent crowd tonight, especially for a Monday. Makes my heart light to see so many faces here tonight. Our faith has made each and every one of us a target of oppression. Just last week the Boston Police Department arrested more than 30 new believers! They have not been released, and almost certainly won’t be! Even now those new brothers and sisters sit in damp, concrete cells somewhere in the city and are being brainwashed to forget the good news! Audience gasps. POI-8832: So, what shall we talk about tonight? Will we talk about the world being shaped by the many-handed ones? About the gossamer? Or shall we talk about the grave injustice of this great city’s law enforcement and the oppression of our brothers and sisters in faith? Unknown 1: We need guidance, tell us what the Prime Movers would have us do! POI-8832: It’s important to remind yourself that the Prime Movers don’t want you to do anything except grow. Our faith has no moral code, except to watch out for your fellow congregants. I live and die for all of you, each a hunter for greater truths. But if they kill me, if they kill your brothers and sisters, what will you do? Unknown 1: Fight! POI-8832: Yes! You must stand up as the ancient Spartans did and stand shield to shield against the oncoming rush of religious persecution! I am tired. I am tired of watching my fellow believers being shut down by the government and the older faiths. They think they have a monopoly on spirituality, but they’re wrong! We can shape the very building blocks of the universe, and arrange our environments with the strength of our will and the thaumatology. Carmichael: [Whispering] This is what I was telling you about the other day. Forrester: Rudy, shut up! You look like you’re talking to yourself, just participate as naturally as possible. POI-8832 takes a sip of water, then moves away from the lectern and starts to walk among the small audience. POI-8832: The goal of the Assembly, and the many-handed ones, is to see our people evolve. They’ve been watching out for mankind in one way or another since we came down from the trees. Don’t be confused, this is what I mean when I say we are here to grow: We need to evolve. But how can we grow with the boot of the policeman on our neck? How do we evolve with the draining oppression of populist Christianity forcing the government to hold us back? Carmichael: [Raising his hand] We use the threads connecting all the atoms together, right? POI-8832: That’s right, Rudy! That’s why I like you, you’re an agitator! There are intangible energies that underlie the entirety of the observable universe. Magic designed the universe, its why thaumaturgy can do irrational or unbelievable things: the energies are deployed to affect loopholes in the system. A system set in place by our benefactors, not the Nazarene! Not any of the other false gods who want your worship! And those false gods, those book burners and jailors, they want to hold us down. They don’t want you to reach your potential, Rudy! Will you let them? Will you run from their oppression? Unknown 2: I’m not afraid of them! POI-8832: Of course not, I would never accuse you of being afraid, Gloria. I know you’re strong. But you can be stronger, we all can. We can channel the old energies of the Prime Movers for ourselves! The librarians have been doing so for centuries, along with many other societies. I’ve been teaching you, showing you how you can use the webs of thaumaturgy to affect the physical world around you. But rituals will only take you so far. Will you take the next step with me? Like those few who have stood up and walked forward into brightness, into glory? POI-8832 stands in front of the audience, looking directly at Carmichael. POI-8832: You’ve all read my book, you know my tribulations. [POI-8832 holds up SCP-5512-1.] You know that learning rituals and meditating is only the beginning of the path! So, I ask you; who is ready to ascend? Gloria: I am, Brother Marquez! POI-8832: Good! Who else? Rudy, how about you, son? Will you come up here? Carmichael’s camera is shaking slightly and his voice breaks as he responds. Carmichael: What? Why? POI-8832: I need a volunteer, and you’ve been so attentive in our meetings since you joined the community. Come on up; I won’t bite! The audience laughs and encourages Carmichael to approach the stage. Forrester: You ok for this Rudy? Say the word and we’ll come inside. Carmichael gets up slowly and approaches the platform where POI-8832 stands. Forrester: Carmichael, did you hear me? [No response for 30 seconds.] Trevor, is something wrong with the radio? Agent Trevor6: The signal is being broadcast, and we’re receiving the feed from his camera and mic. POI-8832: Rudy, I want you to relax and try to tune your mind to the layer of energy that’s connecting you to everyone and everything in this room. Forrester: Ok, let’s wait and see. He hasn’t called for extraction, could just be some reception issues. Trevor: There’s no obvious interference; we're receiving the signal normally. POI-8832: Rudy, try to calm down; you seem tense. [POI-8832 turns to the audience.] Let’s all focus on Rudy and try to send him your peace, your focus, your will. The audience members hold their hands outstretched towards Carmichael and POI-8832. POI-8832 bends forward, stretching his arms forward and places his palms on Carmichael’s chest. POI-8832’s figure takes up the majority of the view from the camera affixed to Carmichael’s person. POI-8832: Now you just relax and focus in on that energy. Trevor: Nolan, you seeing this? Forrester: What the hell is that? The colors on the feed from Carmichael’s camera shift significantly intermittently changing from natural to bright yellow tinged and back again. Forrester: Is that a possible defect from the transmission? Trevor: Not one I'm familiar with. POI-8832: Now, Rudy, I want you to listen carefully: [REDACTED].7 Forrester: What the fuck is going on? What did he just say? Trevor, get on the radio with command and request Type-Blue reinforcement.8 The view from Carmichael’s camera starts shaking to such a degree that the image quality is significantly impacted for approximately 30 seconds. The view changes as Carmichael is slowly lowered into a supine position. It is unclear how Carmichael is lowered to the floor of the dais, as POI-8832 does not change position and no other individuals were present on the camera feed. Forrester: Enough of this, we’re going in. Evac team, we are go for extraction. Sounds of shifting in the van overtake the audio, followed by the sound of the door opening and shutting quickly. POI-8832: [REDACTED] On Carmichael’s camera feed, the overhead lighting (in direct view of the camera) is blocked out by a nebulous shape passing between Carmichael’s form and the light source. Carmichael has presumably stopped shaking, as the camera only moves slightly as from breathing. Trevor: What was… Several tendrils of unidentified biological matter appear in the view of the camera. At the end of one tendril is a biological structure resembling a human hand. There is a crystalline structure in the palm of the hand. Forrester: Go, go, go! Trevor: Wait, Nolan, don’t! Gunfire is heard over the recording, in between POI-8832 continues to chant. – END LOG – Immediately following termination of Carmichael’s transmission, Agent Trevor requested reinforcements from the UIU office. Less than five minutes after Forrester’s extraction team breached the warehouse, all sounds of gunfire ceased. Within 10 minutes of Trevor’s call, a UIU Tactical Response team had arrived on scene including a consultant versed in interpreting thaumaturgical anomalies. The UIU personnel immediately discovered that the windows and doors of the warehouse had been reinforced through conventional and thaumaturgical means. Despite their equipment, the Tactical Response team could not effectively breach the entrance to the warehouse without the potential for casualties inside. Attempts to raise Forrester or his team on comms were unsuccessful. Foundation Involvement: Given the thaumaturgy being reported and the Tactical Response team's inability to breach the warehouse, Assistant Director Sullivan9 reported the incident to his chain of command. Concerned over the status of the extraction team and the UIU Tactical Response personnel on site, FBI Director Sessions decided to request Foundation consultation. As the situation represented a potential Broken Veil scenario, an emergency mobilization order was issued. At approximately 21:15, MTF-Beta-777 (“Hecate’s Spear”) arrived on site and took command of the area. ► MTF-Beta-777's Infiltration 1992-04-13◄ ▼ Access Granted ▼ The following is a timeline of events following MTF-Beta-777’s arrival on scene. 21:16 – Captain Saharra Zadeh (β1) takes command of the scene from Agent Trevor and the UIU SWAT team personnel.10 21:18 – β7 and β311 examine the entrance to the warehouse and find Theban12 script exhibiting thaumaturgical residue engraved onto the door jam. 21:29 – β7 and β3 report the thaumaturgical countermeasures defused and MTF-Beta-777 breach the warehouse. 21:35 – β1 reports finding evidence of a struggle with two UIU agents down and eight other corpses with gunshot wounds. Both UIU agents exhibit blunt trauma damage and burns. β3 notes a staircase leading down into a substructure. At the bottom of the flight, β1 reports another UIU agent down, with significant trauma. MTF-Beta-777 personnel continue down a corridor stretching east from the foot of the stairs. 21:41 – β1 reports eight cells resembling surgery suites lining the corridor. Each cell has a large glass observation window. Four of the cells have bodies, with severe mutation evidence in three of the bodies. The last body was Carmichael, unconscious and apparently unharmed. β1 decides to push on and secure the site before calling for medivac. 21:49 – β1 reports to command that contact is made with hostiles. Audio and video record is preserved below: β1 partially opens the door to a room at the end of the corridor. Through the small opening, POI-8832 is visible standing with his back to the door and holding up something out of view. β1: Command, we’ve got contact with Marquez in a room at the end of the corridor. Making approach now. POI-8832: [Still with his back to β1’s camera feed.] You’ve ruined nearly a year’s worth of effort and for what? You’re just as dead as if you’d put a gun in your mouth. As β1 opens the door wider, the view shifts to POI-8832 holding up Agent Forrester by the throat with one hand. Forrester’s clothing is smoldering and his scalp is aflame. β1: Freeze! Put the agent down! POI-8832 turns towards the members of MTF-Beta-777 and drops Agent Forrester, who does not move from where he falls. POI-8832: Ah, the Foundation, I presume? β1: Keep your hands where I can see them and step away from the agent. POI-8832: Why must you people always try to control everything? I can't stand most people for that reason. I've been mostly alone for millennia, and when I finally try to form some society and help you people, you burst in with guns. How many dead upstairs? β1: At least eight, along with four federal agents. Surrender now, and there doesn't have to be any more violence. POI-8832's eyes begin to glow a dull blue, and MTF members' sensory equipment register a spike in thaumaturgical energy. POI-8832: People with guns are so quick to threaten violence, as if you invented it. β1: I need to you step away from Agent Forrester and get down on your knees! POI-8832: You are not in control here. POI-8832 turns from β1 and towards the wall, making a gesture as several lines of Theban script are burned into the concrete blocks. β1: Surrender or we will open fire! POI-8832 completes his gestures and a Way13 opens up in the wall. Shimmering light spills along the edges of the Way where it meets with the concrete material of the wall. Akiva radiation spikes are registered in the MTF members' sensory equipment. Through the Way, a nebulous fleshy shape is seen levitating two meters off a rubble strewn floor. As it passes an obstruction, it centers itself in front of the Way and six pseudopod appendages are arrayed outward from the form, each with a bright light emitting from the ends degrading the quality of the video feed. β1: Open fire! Members of MTF-Beta-777 open fire with their assault rifles. POI-8832 is struck several times and falls to his knees. Blood is pouring from his mouth and many wounds when he raises his arms and a bright flash knocks out the cameras of all seven MTF personnel. 21:58 – β1 reports to command that POI-8832 has created some sort of shockwave and the room in which he was confronted in has caved in. Whereabouts of the POI are unknown. β1 requests medivac for several MTF members and Carmichael. – END LOG – The following image was captured on β1's camera feed: ► Recovered Photographic Documentation◄ ▼ Access Granted ▼ A still frame from β1's feed just before light saturation and the shockwave from POI-8832's thaumaturgical attack knocked out the feed entirely. Image of unidentified entity. No other living individuals were discovered within the warehouse. Inquires with the Serpent's Hand have not revealed any connections to POI-8832, despite the usage of a Way. Recovered Documentation: ► Excerpts from SCP-5512-1◄ ▼ Access Granted ▼ The following are excerpts from SCP-5512-1, cleared for Level 2/5512 review. From Chapter I: - creation - …but I have been alone. No peers to speak of, only a mentor of sorts … but He told me how the world was formed…through the will of the Prime Movers. Together They took the gossamer in Their six hands and ordered the shape of oceans and mountains. They spun the nine planets so they would retain their orbits around the sun. This did not take 6 days or even 600 years, but entire eras of time… and when the environment here was just right, They seeded the chemicals bursting from hot seams of molten rock with just the correct mixture likely to start evolution of life on this planet. From Chapter II: - gossamer - …but the gossamer is not rituals, it is the underlying energy that glues together the subatomic makeup of our world. The gossamer is what the many-handed ones used to manipulate the physical components of life. The gossamer ties together every cell of your body to every cell in the bodies of all life. Every atom making up the inanimate is connected to the gossamer. Even these words are interwoven into the gossamer. But what is the gossamer? The gossamer is magic. The gossamer is thaumaturgy. The gossamer is the bending of the physical universe to the will of those in power. Loopholes in the rules of physics, built into the systems of the universe. Ritual is one way to use the gossamer. Most of human history has involved the utilization of ritual to achieve the ends of the few over the many. Rituals to dominate, rituals to motivate, and rituals to effect change like a thousand small cults or resistance groups pushed to the edges of society. Alienated from a Judeo-Christian dominated society with no room for other interpretations. Through these pages and through our workshops you will learn ritual. And together we cement our future hidden among the blind. From Chapter V: - concerning society - The many-handed ones worked together tirelessly for a time. Inseparable for millennia, always connected to each other as they each took up individual projects crafting this world. But then the vast majority went away, to work on other projects. My mentor told me that a solitary Prime Mover did not abandon this world, It wanted to watch life as it changed. It stepped in many times throughout human history and probably before, but never with subtlety. My mentor told me that they could reach into the human genome and effect lasting change: to create a shining solitary example of what the human race could achieve. I have been alone so long. My mentor has been absent for ages but you are my family now. Together we might burn down the bindings holding back our species. But not alone. From Chapter IX: - evolving - I’ve known for years now that I can make you more like me, that I can show you the way. I have only recently come forward to lead others and take you by the hand. But you cannot be afraid. You cannot let the limitations of human society hold you back. Rituals will never be enough. I am not training Librarians, I am training revolutionaries. Western Society has been stagnant for centuries, relying on the expansive world of technology to ensure dominance. But this is like building a bridge made out of putty and cheap wood. Could it work? Maybe. Will it last? Certainly not. For years I’ve been purposeless, living the hollowest of existences. My mentor made my purpose, I served his mission. But eventually we must all spread our wings and take flight. To do that, I had to acknowledge that though I served his will for what seemed like millennia, I had my own purpose: To make you my peers. To ELEVATE you. Spiritually. Physically. And through Power. I have taught you to use ritual to bend the gossamer to your will, but don’t you wish to ride upon the threads of power like a bird does upon the wind? Do you want to feel the gossamer between your fingers and effect change as easily as breathing? I can show you the way, like my mentor did for me. Together we can start building a new human race. One ready to dominate the stars and colonize worlds. To rebuild our vanishing environments. To feed the hungry and safeguard those we care about from a heartless society of those who would keep their feet on our backs. To have a purpose beyond merely paying bills and surviving another week until you are dead. I won’t be alone much longer; you will all join me in the light of the gossamer and the return of the Prime Movers. A new future, free of constraints laid upon us by biology, shall unfold. WE, the novus humaniae shall never be alone. Physical Examination of Remains Discovered: Each of the corpses found upon entry to the warehouse radiated residual thaumaturgical emissions. Close to 20 individuals present on Carmichael’s camera feed during the initial infiltration are unaccounted for. None of the deceased members of the Assembly have any known previous connection to anomalous GOIs or instances. POI-8832's body was not found upon excavation of the collapsed room, but significant blood was discovered. Genetic profiling revealed baseline human DNA with unknown 24th and 25th chromosomal pair. The blood was also found to emit low levels of Akiva radiation. Cadavers After a survey of the site, Foundation personnel transferred the cadavers found in the underground cells to Site-91 for research and storage purposes.14 Each corpse exhibited significant tumorous growths throughout the lymphatic system. These growths had increased so as to be visible under the skin and eventually led to death by asphyxiation. All three individuals were found to have undergone dramatic surgical grafting to a dozen lymph nodes throughout their bodies. Genetic analysis of the grafted material has revealed the donor organism is not human but is otherwise unidentified. Tissue samples of the grafts exude faint Akiva radiation and slight residual thaumaturgical readings. Carmichael Rudolph Carmichael has been designated SCP-5512-D and has not regained consciousness. MRI scans have revealed that foreign organic material has been grafted onto Carmichael’s lymph nodes through thaumaturgical means.15 Biopsy has shown that the tissues grafted onto SCP-5512-D's lymphatic system is similar to that of SCP-5512-A, -B and -C. SCP-5512-D's augmented lymph nodes exude significant thaumaturgical energies, compared to that of rituals of class-C magnitude. SCP-5512-D has been moved to Site-91 to undergo genetic analysis and possible treatment under the supervision of Dr. Iona Varga. Dr. Varga has theorized that the grafts are an attempt to biologically manipulate thaumaturgical energies, but given the progression of tumor development in the cadavers, it is possible SCP-5512-D's grafts will grow dangerous to its continued breathing. However, no abnormal growth of the grafted tissues has been observed in SCP-5512-D as of yet. ► Level 5/5512 Restricted◄ ▼ Security Verified, Welcome O5-2 ▼ 1992-04-17 From the Desk of Iona Varga, MD/PhD To: Overwatch Command As I suspected, the material harvested from the three cadavers and the additional chromosomal pairs from POI-8832's blood is similar to an anomaly contained several years ago. I suggest you re-familiarize yourself with its contents, and that we reassess my request in that file. Warm Regards, Iona Varga, MD/PhD Site Director, Site-91 Attachments: SCP-4612's File Hecatoncheires Cycle << SCP-4712: A Failure of Purpose | SCP-5512: A Social Contract | SCP-5612: Hamartia >> Footnotes 1. Designation has been adjusted to reflect the connection to SCP-4612. 2. Also referred to as the many-handed ones. 3. Roughly translated to Many Hands Society. 4. Magic, entities of unknown description, mentioning the Wanderer's Library and "becoming like gods," among others. 5. At this point, over three dozen individuals have taken seats. 6. UIU technical officer present on scene. 7. POI-8832’s audio has been redacted in effort to prevent thaumaturgical impact on review of the file. For full details of POI-8832’s audio, requests should be filed with RAISA. 8. GOC terminology for practitioners of thaumaturgy. 9. Forrester's superior officer in the FBI. 10. Resistance to β1's commanding the scene was present from UIU personnel, but Director Sessions specifically spoke to the agents on scene and confirmed that they were to support Foundation personnel. 11. Class-A thaumatologists. 12. A writing system invented in the 16th century as a cipher for traditional Latin and utilized by occult societies to communicate safely in secret from the Catholic Church. 13. Thaumaturgically powered extradimensional portals that primarily serve as entrances to the Wanderer's Library, but have been known to open to other anomalous locations as well. 14. Designated SCP-5512-A, -B and -C. 15. No signs of surgery can be found upon SCP-5512-D. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5512" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5512. 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: POI Author: Deborah MacLean License: Creative Commons CC0 1.0 Universal Public Domain Dedication. 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SCP-5513 | keter | Image of SCP-5513 (left) and "the SCP Foundation"1 (right) during Group Date-1, taken by "the Chaos Insurgency"2 Item #: SCP-5513 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation AI Bot Love.aic is to monitor and, summarily, shutdown webpages that depict the following: 1. Artistic renderings of the SCP Foundation logo and/or personnel engaged in compromising positions with SCP-5513. 2. Fictional writings or articles based on a hypothetical relationship between the SCP Foundation and SCP-5513. SCP-5513 is to be held in an intermediate-level reality bender human containment suite outfitted with Level-4 thaumaturgical reality dampeners. Any request by SCP-5513 for an interview, “date,” or interrogation must be held in an appropriately designed reality-controlled cell. No Foundation personnel may reveal their face to SCP-5513. As such, security personnel must wear full black headgear. Assigned researchers who conduct the interrogation must wear a full-faced plate mask inscribed with the logos of various anomalous associated agencies such as the SCP Foundation, Global Occult Coalition, or Chaos Insurgency. The assigned researcher must follow a pre-generated script written by Foundation-employed romance authors. Description: SCP-5513 is a 19 year old female reality bending humanoid of Japanese ethnicity who refers to itself by the name "Kanako Nanami." SCP-5513 believes that it exists within a “romance simulation video game"3 and prejudiciously behaves with other individuals as if they were characters in this game. Furthermore, its reality bending ability distorts the local environment to fit in with this preconception. SCP-5513 abnormally conceptualizes the concepts of individuality and institutionality; it conjectures that the ethos of entire organizations are wholly personified by those wearing masks of said organization and disregards those that do not fit within this framework as “side characters."4 Periodically, SCP-5513 requests for a “hangout,” “get-together,” or “date” with one of the humanized organizations and this request may be granted in a secured cell. Once in the cell, the walls, floor, and ceiling warp into several possible layouts. At this time, the assigned researcher must act in an exaggerated, oversimplified manner that is congruent with the expectations of SCP-55135. The following are some examples of SCP-5513’s intermediate-level reality bending; Standard Humanoid Reality Alteration Report Subject: SCP-5513 Change on Reality: ✓ Environment : ✕ Personnel Location and Time: Interrogation Room-14, Site-041, 01/21/2020 Impetus: SCP-5513's second request for a “date” with the SCP Foundation (represented by Researcher Alastair). Reality Change: Upon entering the interrogation cell, the interior of the room was transformed into that of a standard American high-school classroom. Testing by Researcher Alastair has shown that the dimensions of the room were altered and the walls appeared to have dematerialized, but there still existed functional barriers within the confines of the classroom. Standard Humanoid Reality Alteration Report Subject: SCP-5513 Change on Reality: ✓ Environment : ✕ Personnel Location: Interrogation Room-14, Site-041, 03/04/2020 Impetus: During the end of the weekly “interview,” SCP-5513 clasped the hands of the Manna Charitable Foundation (represented by Researcher Sakura) and asked if it was possible for them to meet again soon. At that time, SCP-5513's cheeks flushed red and it tilted its head down. Reality Change: At the moment of clasping, the walls' coloration changed to pink. A light pink mist spread on the ground from an unknown source. After affirmation by Researcher Sakura, the walls reverted back to their normal gray hue. Standard Humanoid Reality Alteration Report Subject: SCP-5513 Change on Reality: ✕ Environment : ✓ Personnel Location: Annex Hallway 12-B, Site-041, 02/01/2020 Impetus: During transfer of SCP-5513 from its containment cell to the newly constructed dating chamber, SCP-5513 noticed Security Officer Izumi Takahiro without any proper headgear. SCP-5513 furrowed its brow and spoke in a low toned voice, “Ugh, I hate glitches.” Reality Change: Security Officer Izumi Takahiro disappeared at the moment of eye-contact with SCP-5513. He was later found in Hong Kong, however, without memory of the incident. The following interview was the first group interview that SCP-5513 requested with the SCP Foundation (represented by Researcher Nhật Minh), the Chaos Insurgency (represented by Researcher Kei Alastair) and the Serpent's Hand (represented by Researcher Hiro Hirokumi). SCP-5513 Group Date-1; Site-041 SCP-5513 Group Date-1; Site-041 Recording-5513-Group Date-1 Date: 04/13/2020 Location: Dating Chamber-1, Site-041 Purpose: Pacify SCP-5513 through granting its request for interviews. Identify potential unknown aspects of SCP-5513 anomalous effect. Note: SCP Researchers Minh, Alastair, and Hirokumi have been instructed to not speak or act in a clinical or professional manner and have been directed to act as personifications of their assigned organization. SCP-5513, seemingly, responds positively to this type of fanciful or otherwise whimsical conversation. All actions and words are assessed and tracked in real-time by an outside observation team who discreetly communicate to the researchers through ear-pieces. Recording Start: (When SCP-5513 enters the chamber, the volumetric dimensions of the room, outwardly, alter and the walls of the chamber appear to show a beach during sunset. The floor of chamber slowly transforms from concrete to sand.) SCP-5513: Chaos! I’m so glad you came. You never really respond to my messages…(SCP-5513 pouts and puts both hands behind its back.) "Chaos Insurgency": Hmph! I didn’t come because of you or anything. Don’t misunderstand! "Serpent's Hand": Oh, just ignore him Kanako, you know how Chaos gets when he is in the same place as Foundation. SCP-5513: (looks over to SCP Foundation who is sitting back on the sand, looking at the sunset) Are you still mad SCP-senpai? I’m really sorry for doing that thing but I just wanted to let everyone see how I feel. "Chaos Insurgency": Really! Despite her apology, you're still upset at Kanako-chan. You're as cunning as they come. (Chaos Insurgency smacks SCP Foundation on the back of the head) "SCP Foundation":…Shut it Chaos…Kanako-chan you know I’m a private person. And you know I hate it when other people look at you. So anytime, any part of you pops up online, I get jealous. "Serpent's Hand": (knocks his elbow at Chaos Insurgency and speaks loudly) Get a load of this guy. Who does he think he is? "Chaos Insurgency": Hey SCP, you can’t monopolize Kanako like that you know! She should be shown to anyone and everyone. How dare you keep taking down her drawings! SCP-5513: Uh…uhhh…boys please, it's alright. I don’t want you to fight. I called you all out here because I wanted to talk to you. And I knew a beautiful beach would let us be free with our words…and feelings. "Serpent's Hand": Is anything wrong Kanako-chan? SCP-5513: Thanks Serpent-kun, I wanted to talk to you first anyway. Chaos, do you want to set up a campfire? (logs, matches, and a bag of a coal materialize) "Chaos Insurgency": No problem, I’ll do this while that stoic SCP bums around. "SCP Foundation": Any more words Chaos? I'll take you on if you really want. "Serpent’s Hand": (whispers to SCP-5513) Just let them go at each other, they will fight no matter what happens. You know that SCP’s uptight attitude and Chao’s tsun attitude will never match. SCP-5513: Thanks Serpent. I know I can count on you. "Serpent’s Hand": So what did you want to talk about Kanako-senpai? SCP-5513: It’s nothing…much. I’m gonna ask you something weird, is that alright? "Serpent’s Hand": Of course! I’m like your little brother senpai. SCP-5513: Do you know why SCP-senpai doesn’t let me put anything online regarding our relationship? "Serpent’s Hand": Onee-san, you know SCP-san more than anyone. His ice-cold attitude and love of mystery is only second to you. He understands why you put them up but he would rather you give him the drawings then sharing them to everyone. By the way Kanako-senpai, how did you manage to put them online? I want to upload some drawings too so can you show me? SCP-5513: Oh Serpent-kun, you're not old enough to use the Internet yet. Your free-wheeling and openness won’t bode for it, I can assure you. "Serpent’s Hand": (grabs SCP-5513’s hand) Do you want to tell me anything else Kanako-senpai? SCP-5513: Nothing else. Just always remember that I love you Serpent’s Hand. "Serpent’s Hand": I love you too Kanako! "Chaos Insurgency": (while building the campfire, SCP-5513 comes from behind Chaos Insurgency and hugs him from behind) Hey! Cut it out Kanako! SCP-5513: Thank you so much for coming Chaos. I know you hate being around SCP and you’d rather go break open a prison or something. But I really appreciate it. "Chaos Insurgency": I-It's not that I like you or anything…I just happened to have some free time. (SCP-5513 burrows its head into SCP Foundation’s labcoat) Is everything alright Kanako? Who's bothering you, I’ll kick his ass! SCP-5513: It’s nothing. (mutters) There’s just no progression. "Chaos Insurgency": What does that mean Kanako? SCP-5513: Oh nothing Chaos. Here can you whip us up some burgers? (ingredients for burgers materialize on the ground) "Chaos Insurgency": …One of these days, you better get SCP to do all this work. SCP-5513: (walks over to SCP Foundation and sits on the sand next to him) Are you okay? "SCP Foundation": I don’t know Kanako. I see you whispering to Serpent and Chaos over there but I’ve been sitting here by myself. SCP-5513: No, it’s not like that SCP-senpai. I called everyone here to increase their…I mean to have fun with all of once for once. " "SCP Foundation": That’s all and good, but I have a different way of having fun. (SCP Foundation gets up and sits closer to SCP-5513 and slowly grabs its hand) You’ve barely told me anything since the first time I met you Kanako-kun. Tell me more about yourself, you know secrets make me feel special. Especially your secrets… SCP-5513: What do you want to know about SCP-senpai? "SCP Foundation": You know how I love my privacy. But I keep forgetting, where did you come from? SCP-5513: Haha! Senpai? Why are you saying that? We are childhood friends and we both go to high-school together. Don’t you remember we have a math test tomorrow? "SCP Foundation": Of course, of course. It’s just my bad memory. Can you remind me what we were doing when we meet? SCP-5513: SCP-senpai…before that I want to ask you something. "SCP Foundation": What is it Kanako-kun? SCP-5513: How do you feel about me? "SCP Foundation": I lik…6love you. SCP-5513: I love you too SCP-senpai. (SCP-5513 leans forward in an attempt to kiss the inscribed face-plate, however, Researcher Nguyen instinctively moves back.) …I knew it…(SCP-5513 stands up and inches back. The reality bending effects of SCP-5513 terminate.) All of you stop lying to me! The love meters above your head have been at 0% from the start. What am I too you? (The ground of the dating chamber begins to lightly shake as SCP-5513 begins to cry.) "Chaos Insurgency": (rushes towards SCP-5513) Kanako! What did that bastard say to you? (Researcher Alaister bursts into flames and falls his knees. Researcher Alaister begins to scream.) SCP-5513: (says while crying) Oh Chaos, I’m sorry. Here I’ll fix that. (SCP-5513 lifts its hand. The flames all across Researcher Alaister immediately vanish. The burn marks and exposed muscle start to rapidly heal.) SCP-5513: (looks up) Huh? The meter… "Serpent’s Hand": Kanako-senpai, I think Chaos wants some time to rest now. SCP-5513: …yes. I’ll see you guys in school tomorrow then! I feel much better. I can't wait to see you again Chaos. Recording End Immediate After Action Report: Researcher Nguyen instructed to kiss SCP-5513 in the next interview, if the opportunity arises. Researcher Alaister replaced with Researcher Sanchez. SCP-5513’s complete lack of recognition of “side characters” presents a potential avenue for permanent neutralization through various non-lethal methods. However, the apparent lucidity and awareness that SCP-5513 gains when observing “glitches” suggests that totally predictable behavior in such a negation procedure may not result. At this time, additional interviews will be permitted until further behavioral analysis determines whether SCP-5513’s supposed superficiality is genuine. On multiple occasions, SCP-5513 has referred to “end-routes.” The following document was found during SCP-5513’s cell during its eighth “interview.” Good ending: reverse harem end!!! need all love bars to be at 100% (SCP, Chaos, Serpent, GOC, Sarkic) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ pain+healing=love? Neutral ending: end up with only 1 guy (Serpent is too young, Chaos is too spicy, Sarkic is rich but a weirdo, GOC??) SCP-san is hot but doesn't open up. Bad ending: no progress (╥_╥), just reset and try again. Footnotes 1. (played by Researcher Nhật Minh) 2. (played by Researcher Kei Alaister) 3. Known colloquially as a “dating sim" 4. Practically, this is how SCP-5513 refers to security personnel and other extant individuals 5. ie. that of a stereotypical, overemotive romance character. 6. The research team informs Researcher Nguyen to use the word “love” |
SCP-5514 | thaumiel | by stormbreath, Ellie3, chiifu, and J Dune Item#: 5514 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-5514 under construction. Beowulf-Sigurd Rail not yet attached. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5514 is currently being used as the primary means of defense against the ongoing MH-Class ("Large-Scale Aggressor Overrun") Scenario. As such, limited containment protocols are in order. As a result of the ongoing SK-Class ("Broken Masquerade") Scenario, there are no security protocols in place concerning SCP-5514. MTF Eta-5 ("Jäeger Bombers") has been trained to pilot SCP-5514, and is in charge of controlling and directing the vehicle. Liaisons from the Global Occult Coalition and the Hy-Brasil government have been assigned to assist in piloting SCP-5514. SCP-5391 Research Head Mikasa Kaori has been attached to Eta-5 in order to assist with tactical decisions in command of SCP-5514. In the event that a Large-Scale Aggressor attacks a city or other developed area, SCP-5514 is to be immediately deployed to said area in order to engage the entities. Lethal force is authorized against all of the entities which SCP-5514 will be fighting. Design schematics for SCP-5514. Description: SCP-5514 is a massive humanoid mecha-like vehicle constructed by the Foundation, with assistance from the Global Occult Coalition. SCP-5514 is currently being utilized as part of defenses against the current ongoing MH-Class ("Large-Scale Aggressor Overrun") Scenario. To this end, SCP-5514 is engaged in the combat and physical engagement of Large-Scale Aggressors (LSAs). SCP-5514 has managed to successfully kill or otherwise incapacitate twelve LSAs. Multiple anomalous phenomena were utilized in the construction of SCP-5514. A full description of these anomalous phenomena has been attached to this document. (See Addendum 5514.1.) Construction: Progress began on the construction of SCP-5514 in 1988, following the destruction of Site-03 by a previously unidentified LSA. Given the lack of defenses available to Hy-Brasil and the known presence of other LSAs in the world, the KEY Project was created as a preliminary working group to determine the best method for defending civilization against another LSA. The KEY Project quickly determined several problems with all potential forms of defenses. Large-Scale Aggressors proved resistant to most forms of traditional attack, leading to the belief that they had some form of defensive ability that protected them from most forms of harms. However, other LSAs were able to penetrate these defenses. Taming or creating a biological simulacrum of an LSA was quickly ruled out. However, analysis of SCP-24061 showed that it could possibly be used in order to replicate the offensive capabilities of LSAs. The KEY Project then began planning and constructing a similar automaton, as it was the most viable means of defense. Construction of SCP-5514 began in 1990 and proceeded normally until 1998/06/30, when SCP-5391 occurred. At the time of the event, SCP-5514 was not fully finished and could not be used to avert the MH-Class Scenario. However, it remained the most viable means of defending the world from all LSAs, and the Foundation diverted all available funds into completing it. Furthermore, the Foundation contacted various Groups-of-Interest in order to make SCP-5514 a collaborative project. The majority of parties were unable to assist, as they were either unprepared for the MH-Class Scenario or significantly hampered by it. However, the Global Occult Coalition was both active and able to lend aid. Cooperation with the Global Occult Coalition was confirmed following an emergency summit hosted by the Hy-Brasil government on 1998/07/10. Coalition/Foundation/Hy-Brasil Emergency Meeting Transcript In Attendance: [Hy-Brasil] High King Delbáeth II [GOC] Madam D.C. al Fine [GOC] General Rockefeller [SCP] O5-1 [SCP] Captain Perseus Rosales King Delbáeth: I call this council meeting to action. I am invoking Article I, Section II of the pact that I bound you to six years ago. The end of the world is here, and we will not be caught defenseless to these krakens once again. O5-1: The Hy-Brasil International Security Agreement of 1992, you mean. Madam al Fine: Article I, Section II binds us to action in the event that giant monsters of types different from the beast that destroyed your kingdom appear. Although it appears that the one that ended Hy-Brasil is back. Captain Rosales: Speaking of that, are we sure that this island is safe? Or, the best place to meet now? King Delbáeth: In the time since the Doom that came to Hy-Brasil, we have made arrangements for new guardians. They walk very slowly, but have a broad diet, one that includes any of the threats that have awoken as of late. Madam al Fine: I didn't notice anything that could have killed a Cetus-class entity. King Delbáeth: They move unseen. O5-1: Ah. Of course. And there is no chance of bringing these entities elsewhere? King Delbáeth: No. We do not control them and we have no means of communicating with them. They have simply been led here over many years, and so, we have them now. However, in any case, the pact is in order. General Rockefeller: Apologies, but I am unfamiliar with the terms of the Security Agreement. I have not been working for the Coalition for some time. Since the incident in Hy-Brasil. Madam al Fine: A shame. We could have used you since then. You're a hard man to find. General Rockefeller: Not hard enough. O5-1: The Hy-Brasil International Security Agreement of 1992 stipulates that in event of an MH-Class Scenario, the Coalition, the Foundation and Hy-Brasil are to put aside all differences in order to stop the end of the world. Madam al Fine: Very well. So it must be. It's made easier that Article 2, Section 5 mandates that the preferred method of dealing with these entities is by killing them with extreme prejudice. O5-1: Yes. You forced that stipulation through in negotiations six years ago. King Delbáeth: Enough. This is not the time or place to argue about past squabbles. We must act now. Captain Rosales: We currently have one plan. Nothing has worked against the LSAs in the past, but we have to resort to one of our more … esoteric strategies. The KEY Project. Madam al Fine: I'm all ears. Captain Rosales: A giant robot. One hundred meters tall. We've been working on it for years and it is currently eating the majority of our budget. Madam al Fine: Why the hell is that going to work? O5-1: Well, the idea at the most basic level is to punch through all the metaphysical defenses that these entities possess by attacking them with another Large Scale Aggressor. Captain Rosales: We're also just throwing everything we can into the mix. General Rockefeller: You're using the otherworldly in the process, I hope? O5-1: Certainly. King Delbáeth: We can contribute some help as best we can. If you cloak it in myth, steep it in the archetypes of those who have fought in the past, you will be able to do a great amount of harm. And we can offer you unforged cold iron in the form of a blade. Madam al Fine: Does cold iron actually do anything? King Delbáeth: Depends on how much you believe in it. Or how strong the story is. Madam al Fine: Well. I have to say I like your moxie, if nothing else. We'd be happy to help you on this one. I imagine that if we put our heads together we can get this done in what, a few months? Years? O5-1: We're temporally accelerating the construction chamber. Days, at most. Madam al Fine: I like the way you think, Aaron. With the support of the Global Occult Coalition and the full deployment of all anomalous methods to accelerate and ease the construction process, SCP-5514 was finished and declared ready for combat on 1998/07/12. Addendum 5514.1 — Anomalous Features and Weaponry of SCP-5514 One of the early design decisions made in the creation of SCP-5514 was whether or not to incorporate anomalous features into the design. It was ultimately ruled by the O5 Council (9-3-1) that a scenario requiring the deployment of SCP-5514 would necessarily be one in which the integrity of the Masquerade Protocol would be challenged. Therefore, the usage of anomalies in the operation of SCP-5514 would be permissible. A summary of some of the key anomalous features of SCP-5514 follows. Feature Anomalous Qualities Weight Sink Large portions of SCP-5514 have had their material composition partially displaced into an adjacent pocket dimension. This displacement has been specifically calculated to not significantly lower the mass or density of SCP-5514 while drastically lowering the material weight of it. This allows SCP-5514 to function as though it were a fraction of the weight without a sacrifice of hull integrity. Power Source SCP-0372 has been implanted into the chest cavity of SCP-5514. Subdimensional portal vents installed in the chest cavity release approximately 99% of the energy output of SCP-037 into an empty demiplane. The remaining 1% of output is used to reliably power SCP-5514. Flight Systems A flaw produced during the development process of SCP-5514 has resulted in a control system (initially installed to regulate internal air circulation) instead creating and controlling an independent gravity field. The origin of this flaw is unknown and investigation could potentially cause it to stop functioning. The manipulation of this field allows for unaided flight. Defenses Through the usage of conceptual engineering, SCP-5514 has been conceptually welded to the following: the planet Earth, human resilience and adamant. As each of these concepts is dramatically larger and older than SCP-5514, the transfer of ideas between them is effectively one-way. These features combine to make SCP-5514 near-indestructible and the pilots indefatigable. 'Pataphysical Mantle Through an intense subliminal and memetic propaganda campaign, 25% of the global population has developed the belief that SCP-5514 is divinely sent to slay LSAs. This has allowed it to 'pataphysically mantle the mytheme of the character archetype "The Dragonslayer". In addition to the anomalous subsystems and methods of construction that were used in the creation of SCP-5514, it has been outfitted with various anomalous weapons. Weapon Description Beowulf-Sigurd Rail A shoulder mounted railgun. Rather than use electromagnetic forces, the Beowulf-Sigured Rail uses anomalously altered gravity to both fire and aim at targets. Targets are made dramatically3 more heavy, causing projectiles to specifically impact them at superterminal velocities. Cold Iron Sword Primary weapon for combating entities. Entire forty-meter long blade forged from cold iron provided by the Hy-Brasil Royal Court, with a handle built around the blade without forging. Wounds inflicted by cold iron do not regenerate. Rounded Recoilling Plasma Held atop SCP-5514 as a hat, the weapon can be removed for ranged combat. The edges of the weapon are coated with plasma, which can be activated or deactivated upon user control. Electromagnets are built-in the weapon, so the wielder can reattain the weapon, should that be unable to be done manually. Thousand Word Arrows Seven poets constantly writing and reciting poems about the defeat and death of large monsters, broadcasted at high volume from SCP-5514. Empowers the 'Pataphysical Mantle and demoralizes enemies. Holdout Plasma Wristblade Superheated plasma magnetically held in the form of a blade attached to the right wrist of SCP-5514. Capable of cutting through almost all matter, but of limited combat application. Intended for usage in emergency circumstances. Emergency Sun Vent As a last resort strategy, individual power vents to SCP-037 can be deactivated, releasing a fraction of the energy output contained within the power system's associated subdimension as a beam of energy. Due to the extreme potential for collateral damage when firing, this is only to be used as a last resort. Addendum 5514.2 — Combat Encounters Following the development of SCP-5514, it has been successfully deployed to engage various Large Scale Aggressors in physical combat. It has been universally successful in each of these deployments. Records of these tests have been recorded below. Test Wake-02 Foreword: On 1998/8/2, LSA-Wake-02 emerged from the sea near Tokyo, attacking combined Global Occult Coalition and Foundation forces. Alongside the appearance of LSA-Wake-02, several other LSAs of a minor degree attacked the forces. Due to the severity of the situation, SCP-5514 was dispatched to combat these entities, despite the lack of prior testing. A total of 3,241 combined personnel were lost during this encounter. » BEGIN LOG « SCP-5514 arrives in sub-orbit directly above Tokyo, and drops down to planetside. Through the creation of counterbalanced gravitational forces, it quickly falls into the water of the bay outside Tokyo. Captain Rosales: We have successfully deployed to Tokyo, for our first combat test of SCP-5514. All capabilities ready to engage with the target. LSA-Wake-02 is detected in the water just to the south of SCP-5514's landing location. Based upon its movements, it appears to be preparing for another attack upon the Tokyo Harbor. Dr. Kaori: Sensors have locked onto the target north of us. Proceeding to combat. SCP-5514 navigates through the waters of the bay, paralleling the city coast. The city is currently in the process of evacuation, but many residents stop attempting to flee in order to gaze at SCP-5514 as it attempts to walk through the streets. Thousand Word Arrows: Champion! Champion! Exalt in the glory of the Dragonslayer! Upon hearing the Thousand Word Arrows, LSA-Wake-02 appears to halt its attack towards Tokyo Harbor. It instead backs away, making distance between the harbor and itself. A shriek originating from LSA-Wake-02 is audible, and several other minor LSAs can be seen on SCP-5514's radar. Captain Rosales: Looks like we pissed it off. Are there any targets that require immediate attention? Dr. Kaori: Just Wake-02. Captain Rosales: Understood. Increasing Weight Sink Integrity. SCP-5514 nears the LSA-Wake-02 and the other LSAs. It jumps into the air, removing the Rounded Recoiling Plasma and throwing it at a nearby LSA. The plasma is activated, cleanly decapitating the head of the entity. The electromagnets are subsequently activated, arching the weapon dramatically; it hits several other LSAs before flying towards SCP-5514. The plasma is deactivated and the weapon is placed back in its original position. Thousand Word Arrows: The vicious beasts slain! Gone to those which were once bane! SCP-5514 unsheathes the Cold Iron Sword, directing it towards an LSA currently on the harbor as it falls to the ground. It stabs the heart of the entity, which shrieks and falls to the ground. SCP-5514 quickly draws the sword from the entity's body, slashing the throat of another minor LSA as it turns towards the harbor. Dr. Kaori: Four o'clock, to your right! SCP-5514 backs away from its position, then activates its flight systems, remaining in the air. The second head of LSA-Wake-02 can be seen protruding from the mouth of the first. An abnormal amount of saliva begins to drip from the mouth of the second head as it lets out a shriek. The many remaining minor LSAs cease attacking the Tokyo Harbor and instead direct their attention towards SCP-5514. Captain Rosales: Feisty one, eh? The second head of LSA-Wake-02 shoots towards SCP-5514, extending just over 40 meters, barely missing the foot of SCP-5514. A minor LSA scampers up the appendage, pouncing towards SCP-5514, which blocks the attack with its sword and slashes the entity midair. SCP-5514 launches into the air and flies towards LSA-Wake-02, using the Beowulf-Sigurd Rail to shoot at the eyes of the main head. LSA-Wake-02 shrieks, and retreats its appendage. SCP-5514 uses this moment to twist in the air and strike at the first head, decreasing the Weight Sink Integrity in order to propel the momentum of the attack. SCP-5514 sweeps around and descends towards LSA-Wake-02 before piercing its head, flying over it and drawing the blade down the LSA's serpentine body all the way to its caudal fin. Each half of its body squirms for a moment, but finally, it lies still. Thousand Word Arrows: And thus the deed was done! Exalt! Exalt! In the glory of the Dragonslayer! The other minor LSAs stop attacking the Tokyo Harbor upon seeing the death of LSA-Wake-02. They begin to retreat into the ocean, with the few remaining stragglers eliminated by SCP-5514 using the Beowulf-Sigurd Rail. Captain Rosales: Dr. Kaori, Wake-02 has been eliminated. Dr. Kaori: And SCP-5514 functioned exactly as designed. I think it's safe to say that the first test is a success. » END LOG « Test Meta-03 Foreword: Shortly following Test Wake-02, several antimemetic LSAs were reported in Montezuma, Georgia, United States. The population was quickly evacuated, and a perimeter was established around the town. After a near breach, SCP-5514 was dispatched to a field near the security perimeter, in which the entities were located. » BEGIN LOG « With the counterconceptual filters enabled, the LSAs manifest before SCP-5514. There are five present around SCP-5514. Each stands two-hundred meters tall, composed of spindly black legs that break off of each other and splinter. Each only stands on two of these legs, raising the rest around it, poised to attack. Smaller spiders crawl upon the LSAs and fall off to the ground. Dr. Kaori: I've seen these before, near Site-41. We're lucky our filters could pick them up. I trust all combat capabilities are ready? Captain Rosales: Of course. SCP-5514 unsheathes its Cold Iron Sword, dashing towards the nearest entity. The nearest entity is currently engaging in attacking individual humans on the ground, and turns to face SCP-5514 mid-charge. It raises several arms into the air, motioning to attack SCP-5514, but SCP-5514 slices the arms in half with the sword. SCP-5514 closes the distance between it and the LSA. It stabs the entity in the midsection, and cleaves it half. The top half of the entity falls to the ground, but remains animate, attempting to stab SCP-5514 with its legs. SCP-5514 repeatedly stabs it with the sword, until it ceases to move. When the entity has been confirmed deceased, SCP-5514 takes a step back, with the sword still impaling the entity in the ground. Captain Rosales: That was easier than expected. There was just the one? A smaller LSA leaps onto SCP-5514, latching onto its shoulder. SCP-5514 engages its independent gravity field and flies into sub-orbit, tearing the entity off of its shoulder and into the air. SCP-5514 engages its railgun and shoots the LSA, at which it plummets downwards. The entity crashes into the ground and dies upon impact. SCP-5514 descends back down and retrieves its sword from the body of the previously terminated entity. It then stands up to confront the other entities, only for the counterconceptual filters to begin failing. All of the opposing LSAs vanish from view, as does any evidence of their surroundings. Only the bodies of the two deceased entities remain. Captain Rosales: Dr. Kaori, I have suddenly forgotten why we are here. Dr. Kaori: Something is wrong. Stay on your guard. SCP-5514 holds its sword out in front of it, slowly turning and looking for any signs of an enemy. However, there is nothing to be found. Suddenly, massive damage is inflicted to the rear of SCP-5514, with no apparent source. SCP-5514 quickly whirls around, blindly slashing with the cold iron sword. Massive spider limbs fall to the ground. Suddenly, the entire scene is plunged into shadow, as the sun is blotted out by a new, massive entity flying above the battlefield. The entity appears as a massive serpent, although with a massive plumage of feathers. This entity is a new LSA, not previously observed by the Foundation. Dr. Kaori: What the hell is that? Thousand Word Arrows: That is a snake of the garden, good doctor. SCP-5514 struggles to reboot filter systems, but they remain nonfunctional. The new entity descends to the level of SCP-5514 and coils around empty space, floating in midair. It then opens its mouth and clamps down hard, causing a spider-like LSA to become visible in its jaws. The bitten LSA briefly squirms before going limp. Unknown Entity: Watch your back. Before SCP-5514 can react, an unseen LSA latches onto the back of the mech. In the struggle of trying to rip it away, SCP-5514 falls to the ground. Hull damage is reported along the back armor plating. Unknown Entity: There are some things that even I cannot do, but I can help you see them. If you agree to be my ally, that is. Dr. Kaori requests backup and engages exterior communication systems in order to speak to the entity. Dr. Kaori: How is that possible? Unknown Entity: The Serpent never forgets. I remember the dawn of the universe. These insects cannot break my mind. Do you agree? Or should I leave you here to fend for yourselves? Captain Rosales: Kaori, stop. We don't have clearance for these kinds of— Dr. Kaori: We agree. The Serpent: Good. The Serpent's emerald eyes begin to glow white, and an apple appears in the mech cockpit before Dr. Kaori. She hesitates, but takes a bite. Immediately, all of the LSAs surrounding the Serpent and SCP-5514 manifest visibly. There are four left, including the entity standing upon the back of SCP-5514. The Serpent flips its tail and slams it into the entity on the back of SCP-5514, sending it sprawling away before flattening it on the ground with another blow. It does not move again. SCP-5514 rises. The Serpent lunges forward and begins to feast on another entity. SCP-5514 aims the Beowulf-Sigurd Rail at a third entity, with anomalously precise targeting, aided by the Serpent. A single shot is fired, punching directly through the LSA and killing it. The Serpent coils around the final remaining entity, holding it in place. The Serpent: Strike this beast down and seal our pact. SCP-5514 manifests the Holdout Plasma Wristblade and slices the throat of the final entity. It gurgles weakly, struggling for a moment before it stops moving. With the death confirmed, the Serpent releases its hold on it. The Serpent: Perseus, Mikasa, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. » END LOG « Test Brasil-12 Foreword: LSA-Brasil-01 was hypothesized to be the cause of SCP-5391 and assigned as the highest priority threat. After it was spotted off the coast of Greenland, SCP-5514 was deployed to the coast in order to fight it. The Serpent accompanied SCP-5514 to the site of the battle, acting as bait for LSA-Brasil-01, as the largest and second most powerful LSA in the world at the time. » BEGIN LOG « SCP-5514 lands on the shores of Greenland and walks out into the ocean, standing in the water up to its waist. The Serpent emerges from the water and shakes off the dew, letting its rainbow plumage dry out. Together, they scan the horizon for any sign of LSA-Brasil-01. The Serpent: This is where it was supposed to happen, is it not? This is where the Quin Krake was supposed to die ten years ago. Before the Doom of Hy-Brasil. Captain Rosales: How do you know that? The Serpent: That's my role, is it not? To know of forbidden things. Captain Rosales: Ah, right. It's true. The Coalition tried to lure the beast here, to this exact beach in the past. I don't know why they chose it again. I guess it still works just as well as it would have then. The Serpent: It will. The Serpent rises into the air, floating next to SCP-5514. Its tail drifts down into the water. Together, they begin to scan the horizon, looking for LSA-Brasil-01. As they wait, a storm cloud rolls in, and begins to rain upon them. A few moments later, a division of the Jäeger Bombers contacts Captain Rosales and alerts him that LSA-Brasil-01 has been spotted traveling to the location of SCP-5514 and the Serpent, expected to arrive within minutes. Captain Rosales: Brace for impact. It's coming for us. SCP-5514 and the Serpent enter battle stances. The storm obscures visibility, preventing any visual contact of the ocean. LSA-Brasil-01 is detected on the radar of SCP-5514, quickly approaching. The Serpent looks through the storm, staring directly at the location of LSA-Brasil-01. The Serpent: It is here. LSA-Brasil-01 lunges out of the ocean and impacts with the Serpent. It is a massive crocodilian and cephalopodic entity, with a crocodilian head. It has five rear tentacles and five arms. Extensive cybernetic modifications have been made to it, replacing sections of its torso and skull. The pair wrap around each other, the Serpent coiling around LSA-Brasil-01 and LSA-Brasil-01 wrapping its rear tentacles around the Serpent. They sail through the air, crashing into the sand of the beach. Wrestling, the pair turns and crashes into each other, sending sand spraying out in multiple directions. Thousand Word Arrows: The awaited battlefield! The proper place for the beast to die. The final, just death! SCP-5514 charges through the water, returning to the beach to assist the Serpent in fighting LSA-Brasil-01. As it returns, it attempts to lock onto the LSA with the Beowulf-Sigurd Rail, but given the close proximity of LSA-Brasil-01 and the Serpent, it is unable to acquire a target lock that is not likely to hit the Serpent in the process. SCP-5514 arrives onto the beach and grabs LSA-Brasil-01, tearing it away from the Serpent. SCP-5514 pulls LSA-Brasil-01 into the air and hurls it down the beach, where it crashes into the water. It quickly rises and turns to face the pair. SCP-5514 draws its sword, holding it raised against LSA-Brasil-01. It glances at the Serpent, which has been bitten multiple times and is bleeding heavily. The Serpent: They are deep wounds, yes. But I will live. Do not worry about me. Captain Rosales: Very well. Be careful. The pair turn their attention back to LSA-Brasil-01, which is swimming back to them slowly. Now that the shot is clear, the Sigurd-Beowulf Rail locks onto LSA-Brasil-01 and fires. As the entity begins to stand, it is struck with two shots, which topple it. As a third shot is loaded, LSA-Brasil-01 opens its mouth. LSA-Brasil-01's open mouth begins to glow, alongside the cybernetic plating that is visible on its exterior. A small orb of blue light manifests within the open mouth, which then becomes a long, thin beam, striking the Beowulf-Sigurd Rail, instantly melting it. LSA-Brasil-01 closes its mouth, and then resumes standing. All three parties charge towards each other. When they meet, LSA-Brasil-01 grasps the Serpent with two of its five arms, while using another two to grapple with SCP-5514. The Cold Iron Sword is knocked out of its hands, and goes flying across the beach. The fifth arm slams onto the head of SCP-5514 repeatedly, causing the glass in the cockpit to fracture. Captain Rosales: Stay calm! That glass is designed to fracture but hold. Dr. Kaori: Do you think this too much for us, Percy? Captain Rosales: I'm not thinking about our odds. Just the best thing we can do. SCP-5514 activates the Holdout Plasma Wristblade, and, after a short struggle, cuts the closest arm of LSA-Brasil-01. It then proceeds to quickly cut off the other four arms in short order before kicking LSA-Brasil-01 to the ground. LSA-Brasil-01 rolls across the beach, arriving a short distance away from the Serpent and SCP-5514. It is already beginning to regenerate the severed arm. Captain Rosales: Bad news, Serpent. We're out of plasma to pull that trick off again. We're funneling as much as we can from our solar heart, but I doubt we can do it again this fight. The Serpent: It is tougher than I expected. It does not die easy. As if in response, LSA-Brasil-01 roars at the two. It lunges for the Cold Iron Blade, grabbing it with its tentacles. As soon as the first arm is regenerated, the Blade is handed to it. It brandishes the weapon, holding it out in front of itself, mimicking the stance that SCP-5514 was previously using. LSA-Brasil-01 lunges across the battlefield, moving even faster than before. It closes the distance to SCP-5514 and swings the sword at the legs of the mech. The sword shears through the legs, toppling SCP-5514 and causing it to crash to the ground. The sword rips in the process, mangled in the wreckage of the legs. LSA-Brasil-01 drops the sword and turns to the Serpent. LSA-Brasil-01 uses its tentacles to propel itself into the air, landing upon the Serpent and tackling it to the ground. It rises atop the Serpent, pinning the foe to the ground with all ten of its arms and tentacles. However, rather than attack the Serpent, it raises its head to the sky and breathes a torrent of flame into the air. Dr. Kaori: Systems are shutting down— dammit! What can we do? Captain Rosales: The failsafe. We have to use it while we still can. The Serpent won't last much longer. Dr. Kaori: You're right. I didn't think it'd come to this, but… SCP-5514 props itself up, angling its chest towards the head of LSA-Brasil-01. Thousand Word Arrows: The greatest weapon you can offer is that of your own heart. Dr. Kaori and Captain Rosales: Fire. The Emergency Sun Vent installed upon the chest opens, venting fire and plasma produced by SCP-037 at LSA-Brasil-01. The light produced by the firing of the Sun Vent is bright enough to obscure the entire battlefield, with only the roars of LSA-Brasil-01 audible. The Sun Vent closes seconds later, and SCP-5514 crashes into the ground, with its power source disabled. The top half of LSA-Brasil-01 has been disintegrated, and the remaining half falls limp into the water. The Serpent rises from the ground, burnt but surviving. It floats above the corpse of LSA-Brasil-01, observing it for any movement. The Serpent: It is done. » END LOG « Following the destruction of LSA-Brasil-01 by SCP-5514, the effects of SCP-5391 began to abate. Several other LSAs reentered periods of dormancy, although activity was still significantly higher than prior to the beginning of SCP-5391. The ongoing MH-Class Scenario was declared partially abated. With the purpose of SCP-5514 fulfilled, and the remaining hostile LSAs being terminated with the assistance of the Global Occult Coalition and The Serpent, SCP-5514 is only to be deployed in emergency situations at the request of the Overseer Council. It is noted that following the termination of LSA-Brasil-01, all active LSA entities have demonstrated more docile, avoidant behavior. Further neutralization campaigns have not been deemed necessary. Footnotes 1. SCP-2406 is a mechanical automaton, 93 meters in height and weighing approximately 210 tonnes. SCP-2406 was created by ancient Mekhanites to fight Sarkic entities. 2. SCP-037 is a hyperminiature sun measuring five centimeters in diameter, with an average surface temperature of 5000 K. 3. Editor's Note: Literal Reviviscence War on All Fronts: Anastasis When It's All Over ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5514" by stormbreath, Ellie3, chiifu and J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5514. 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: dragonslayer2.png Author: stephlynch License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Wiki Filename: blueprint.png Author: stephlynch License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Wiki |
SCP-5515 | neutralized | PeppersGhost SCP-5515 - He Knows Something by PeppersGhost More by this author Item#: 5515 Level1 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: truculent Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: No longer required. Description: SCP-5515 was a male human of Sudanese nationality with cognitohazardous properties. Anyone who made visual contact with SCP-5515 would anomalously gain awareness of the fact that SCP-5515 possessed a vitally important secret known to no other living person. Those affected by SCP-5515 also experienced occasional intrusive thoughts about possible means of extracting this information from SCP-5515. These thoughts were often violent in nature, but did not compel an affected subject to carry out the action. Attempts to nonviolently ascertain the information possessed by SCP-5515 or determine its possible relevance to the Foundation and its goals were unsuccessful. Personnel involved in containment of SCP-5515 reported mental fatigue and negative emotional states as a result of intrusive thoughts. Those dealing with such issues were encouraged to write down the thoughts that bothered them as a cognitive therapy exercise and research opportunity. Examples of submissions are given below: He would tell me his secret if I threatened his family. He would tell me his secret if I gave him a lap dance. He would tell me his secret if I beat him within an inch of his life. He would tell me his secret if I made him eat glass. He would tell me his secret if I strapped him to the underside of a helicopter and flew him over the Grand Tsingy. He would tell me his secret if I covered him in honey and stapled live rats to him by the tail. He would tell me his secret if I stitched his lips to the end of a pool noodle. He would tell me his secret if I put duct tape on his corneas and pulled. He would tell me his secret if I slammed a door on his foot until his toes fell off. He would tell me his secret if I stuck a scissor blade all the way under his fingernail and snipped. He would tell me his secret if I shoved a razor between each of his teeth til they were wedged in his jawbones. He would tell me his secret if I pumped him full of drugs and made him eat his wife alive. He would tell me his secret if I ordered the Foundation to bomb every city on earth one by one. He would tell me his secret if I pulled the tendons from his hands and sucked them up like spaghetti. He would tell me his secret if I cut off a little bit of him every day until there was nothing left. He would tell me his secret if I cut spirals in his skin and peeled him like an orange. He would tell me his secret if I gave him too much Ritalin and let him watch me drill holes in his bones. He would tell me his secret if I blowtorched every inch of his body, gave him an escharotomy, and then did it again after his scar tissue grew in. On 13/03/2020, SCP-5515 confessed to Foundation personnel that he was a closeted homosexual. Special concessions were made to allow SCP-5515 to come out publicly via social media, after which all anomalous activity ceased. SCP-5515 was pronounced neutralized, administered selective amnestics, and later emigrated to Canada with the aid of Foundation resources. The origins of SCP-5515's anomalous properties remain unknown. SCP-5515 has claimed to have full knowledge of how the phenomenon began, what party was responsible, and what that party plans to do next. SCP-5515 readily offered this information to the Foundation at several junctures; however, no testimony was ever documented due to a lack of interest among presiding staff. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5515" by PeppersGhost, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5515. 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-5516 | safe | ETHICS COMMITTEE NOTICE: THIS ARTICLE IS UNDER REVIEW AND MAY NOT REFLECT ACCURATE INFORMATION CONCERNING SCP-5516. Amendments are pending the resolution of Ethics Committee Investigation - Case Number: 11A82N. Item#: 5516 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5516-37 in containment. Special Containment Procedures: All 101 entities composing SCP-5516 are to be contained within Aquatic Enclosure L-23 at Site-184's Aquatic Anomalies Wing. Aquatic Enclosure L-23 constitutes one 10 x 10 x 1m, aquarium holding ± 90,000L of seawater. SCP-5516 poses a Null-1 containment risk; as such, the use of localized seawater for the containment habitat — provided Site-184's seawater decontamination facilities continue to pass bi-monthly inspections1 — and standard Aquatic Enclosure automated cleaning practices are approved. SCP-5516 entities are fed via automated food dispersal at 08:00 and 19:00.2 All SCP-5516 entities are assigned designation numbers: SCP-5516-1 - SCP-5516-101. Designation numbers are to be marked on the carapace of SCP-5516 entities using FLaN-Aquatic Paints.3 Emergent SCP-5516 entities are assigned the designation number of the recently deceased SCP-5516 entity.4 Deceased SCP-5516 entities possess no anomalous threat and are approved for incineration alongside Site-184's non-anomalous biological waste. Description: SCP-5516 is the collective designation for 101 SCP-5516 entities. SCP-5516 entities are visually identical to non-anomalous Homarus Americanus5 but demonstrate a variety of anomalous behaviours: Significantly higher cognitive aptitude and puzzle-solving ability compared to non-anomalous Homarus Americanus. Communal hunting, and food rationing and distribution practices.6 Simultaneous 'idle' state: When not hunting or feeding, SCP-5516 entities distribute themselves evenly across their enclosure and demonstrate simultaneous self-grooming behaviour.7 Ability to navigate to other SCP-5516 entities: When removed from their enclosure, SCP-5516 entities will return to other SCP-5516 groupings, displaying a 95% success rate while unobstructed.8 Collective, non-entity-dependent problem solving: Individual SCP-5516 entities are capable of solving memory puzzles presented to other SCP-5516 entities. SCP-5516 entities have utilized this ability to bypass simplified rotary numeric locks and meet kinetic-based food distribution systems in testing environments. Limited Self-Proliferation: Following the death of an individual SCP-5516 entity, 6-18 hours later, a separate SCP-5516 entity undergoes a molting process that produces two distinct SCP-5516 entities of roughly equal size. Due to the aforementioned behaviour, it is theorized that individual SCP-5516 entities are controlled by a singular group-consciousness.9 Recovery: On 04/21/1987, all SCP-5516 entities10 were recovered by Mobile Task Force Lambda-14 ("One Star Reviewers") while conducting a raid of "Allan's Seafood," formerly located in Liscomb, Nova Scotia, due to a suspected affiliation with GOI-116: Ambrose Restaurants. Addendum: Experiment Ceta-88C On 05/11/1996, Dr. [DATA EXPUNGED] oversaw the testing of Oros-Class Amnestic on SCP-5516-17, under R&D initiative: Waning Moon - Ceta. At the time of testing, the development of Oros-Class Amnestic was ongoing; the Ethics Committee issued approval for testing on █████████████ invertebrates. Following the events of 05/08/1996, Dr. Oswald Grisdale, alongside Dr. Sylvia Morrison, and Dr. [DATA EXPUNGED], administered Oros-Class Amnestic to SCP-5516-17. Following testing, SCP-5516-17 entered a catatonic state for 2 hours before resuming typical behaviour. 10 hours after testing, SCP-5516-82 molted, producing two SCP-5516 entities: SCP-5516-82 and SCP-5516-101.11 The following documents have been attached to SCP-5516's file as part of ongoing Ethics Committee Investigation - Case Number: 11A82N + ECI-11A82N: Evidence - Audio Transcription: - ECI-11A82N: Evidence - Audio Transcription: AUDIO TRANSCRIPTION DATE: 14/08/2020. NOTE: The following is transcribed from an audio recording uncovered during ECI-11A82N. Speakers are Dr. Gregory Werner, Head Researcher for Site-184's Aquatic Anomalies Wing and Dr. Sarah Collaert, Junior Researcher assigned to SCP-5516. [EXTRANEOUS AUDIO REMOVED] Dr. Collaert: Hello, Dr. Werner. I heard you wanted to speak to me? Dr. Werner: Yes, please have a seat. This is about your work with SCP-5516. Dr. Collaert: And the request for access to a higher clearance? Thank you, Sir. I'm trying to revise the entry, but without knowing what happened— Dr. Werner: I'm afraid that won't be possible. Dr. Collaert: I know I don't have the official clearance, but in the forty years you've had them in custody, the tests from 96' were the only— Dr. Werner: Dr. Collaert, your work on SCP-5516 has been suspended. You're being transferred; you should receive the details of your new assignment shortly. Dr. Collaert: I, uh, Sir… I don't understand. I was brought on specifically for my background in— Dr. Werner: You're new here, Dr. Collaert. These sort of rearrangements are not uncommon. Things come up and personnel need to be reassigned as necessary. SCP-5516 isn't going anywhere, and when you're back we can see about having you reinstated to your old position. Dr. Collaert: When I'll be back? What do you mean. I— Dr. Werner: That will be all, thank you. Please see yourself out. + ECI-11A82N: Evidence - Email Log: - ECI-11A82N: Evidence - Email Log: The following emails were sent on 14/08/2020. To: ui.481pcs|eromada.refinnej#ui.481pcs|eromada.refinnej From: ui.481pcs|trealloc.haras#ui.481pcs|trealloc.haras Subject: Transferred!(?) Jenny, They just took me off SCP-5516. I'm a little shocked. I got a folder with a new assignment—something to do with anomalous plankton blooms off the coast of Newfoundland. It's a six-month placement, like, on a boat. To: ui.481pcs|trealloc.haras#ui.481pcs|trealloc.haras From: ui.481pcs|eromada.refinnej#ui.481pcs|eromada.refinnej Subject: Re: Transferred!(?) What the fuck? That makes no sense, Sarah. You spent four years with your face pressed against the glass of various lobster tanks for that degree and they're sending you to look at plankton? Christ, I know it's the Foundation, but I'm pretty sure you've introduced me to everyone in the lobster behavioural analysis scene in this hemisphere and I don't exactly think any of them will be taking on the job (plus they've got nothing on you anyway). I've got to run, but we'll chat about this later, okay? Maybe it's a mix-up? I'll do dinner, and don't worry, no shellfish! It's going to be okay. Love you, - J. + ECI-11A82N: Evidence - Journal Entries: - ECI-11A82N: Evidence - Journal Entries: The following is a digitization of Dr. Collaert's journal entry, dated 25/08/2020. Dr. Collaert willingly surrendered these documents during ECI-11A82N. August, 15th I walked down to the beach tonight, I'm not sure why. I suppose I don't need to say goodbye yet - certainly not to the ocean. I didn't notice at the time, but something weird has been happening the last few months. It's the lobsters. I'm not sure how to explain it, I suppose I told myself I was just in touch with them. I was spending so much time staring into that tank; why would I question it when I knew a particular lobster was hungry? Sure, I couldn't wait to get back to work, to them - but why wouldn't I? I was doing important work, breaking ground in my field, even if no one outside the Foundation would ever read what I was writing. I was doing it for myself, after all. Now I'm not so sure. I stood in the water, took my shoes off and everything, and I swear, I could feel the water around me, all of me, like a pressure. I don't remember undressing, but the next thing I knew I was laying in the water, resting my head where the sand ended. I closed my eyes, and a wave covered me, I let my mouth open and I drank it in. I don't really know what happened next. The memories, they don't feel like mine, they don't fit. I was trapped -surrounded by glass and acrylic, or wood and rope, or both. I don't know if my brain couldn't handle it, or if I was drowning, but I was yanked back to myself. I pushed myself up out of the water, coughing the saltwater up. Jenny was worried when I came back, she said I had been gone for a while - longer than I thought. I told her it was because I'd be leaving soon. I hate myself for lying to her. August, 22nd God, I hate packing. Somehow it always takes way longer than it should—as long as you have, it seems. I don't want to go tomorrow. Jenny's getting the last few things together. I know she doesn't want me to go either, but she's putting on a brave face: "it's only six months," "you'll come back with some sailor tattoos and a pet puffin and we'll take a drive down to Lunenburg — get your land-legs back." I don't deserve her. I signed up with the Foundation — we both did — because it was a chance for us to see more, to know more; I suppose it's fitting that the first question I asked was the wrong one. I suppose we'll still both be looking at the same moon, and the same ocean. Her, here on the porch, me on the deck looking out for signs of bioluminescent puking over a railing. There's something shining… Dr. Collaert's journal continues on the next page, the writing appears to be scribbled hastily. What just happened? Okay, calm down, they covered this stuff in orientation, right? Write it down, yeah? Wait, what if it's memetic? Shit, okay. I'm going to write it down - I feel like I’m already losing it, like it's slipping past me. There was a shine? From the moon, or the reflection of the moon on the water, like moonlight on water. Something ivory, moving, but not there - flickering. I remember walking to it, or into it. It was cold, and I could feel them moving. As the water passed my eyes, I opened them, but they weren't my eyes anymore. I wouldn’t be able to see like that. My head hurts trying to think about it. I was alone this time, I remember being alone. I couldn't move. I felt the needle slide in, and I saw them: Dr. Werner and two others. Then I was undone. I came apart, I couldn't think anymore, they had taken that from me, or killed it. They had killed me, but I wasn't dead, the blood was still pumping, I was still moving. Yet, I was annihilated. August, 23rd If it wasn't for what I wrote, I never would have known it happened, I've already forgotten. The weird part is I don't even feel like I forgot, nothing seems missing. What else am I missing? I know things without knowing why I know them. I don't remember what happened, but I know that the Oros-Class Amnestic kills the consciousness, I know they were panicked as they did it, but not because of the tests; I know they tested it on SCP-5516 when they weren't supposed to, I know that it made SCP-5516-101, they made SCP-5516-101; there were only 100 to start. They thought they all shared a single mind, one that existed independent of the body, but that must not have been quite right - they weren't paying attention. I can't say I'd blame them; I don't know why they would have looked so close. The test worked, but not in the way they hoped. Whatever Oros-Class is, it didn't affect the hivemind, but it did affect the lobster, made it forgot itself. Then the hivemind registered one lobster down and popped out another - back to 100 - but the body was still around, so when that died, it popped out another. It found a new normal, and its kept that going all these years. We though it was capped at 100, or 101, but why did we think that - because they are nice, sensical numbers and we like those? I know there are many more SCP-5516 entities out there - shifting in an inky blackness - but how many? And I still don't know why they took the risk — what were they scared of? "The Ethics Committee issued approval for testing on [space left blank] invertebrates," non-anomalous - it must be. They must have thought no one would remember, but something did. + ECI-11A82N: INTERNAL REPORT FORM: - ECI-11A82N: INITIAL INTERNAL REPORT FORM: ETHICS COMMITTEE INVESTIGATION - CASE NUMBER: 11A82N INTERNAL REPORT FORM: COMPLAINT LEVELED AGAINST: Dr. Gregory Werner, Head Researcher for Site-184's Aquatic Anomalies Wing. REPORTEE: Dr. Sarah Collaert, Junior Researcher. DATE: 23/08/2020 SITE (IF APPLICABLE): 184 NATURE OF COMPLAINT: Dr. Collaert alleges that during the development of Oros-Class Amnestic — conducted as part of the Foundation's Research & Development initiative: Waning Moon - Ceta, Dr. Gregory Wener, along with two accomplices, conducted experimentations on live, anomalous SCP-5516 entities. Additionally, Collaert alleges that Dr. Gregory Werner has been instrumental in the obfuscation of this breach of protocol; in doing so, Dr. Gregory Werner is furthermore accused of misallocating Foundation resources and personnel, falsifying Foundation records, and intentionally disrupting the Foundation's mandate by preventing accurate record keeping. VALIDITY OF COMPLAINT: An initial review board, after listening to the testimony of Dr. Sarah Collaert, has found the allegations leveled against Dr. Gregory Werner credible, and opened an official investigation: EIC-11A28N. ETHICS COMMITTEE RESPONSE: Following the opening of ECI-11A28N, Dr. Gregory Werner has been relieved of duty and placed under house arrest. Ethics Committee Investigation Task Force: ECITF-Domum-3 ("Human Resources"), is responsible for the gathering of evidence related to ECI-11A28N and has received authority to detain and interrogate the associates of Dr. Gregory Werner: Dr. Oswald Grisdale and Dr. Sylvia Morrison. Following the submission of evidence by ECITF-Domum-3 to the Ethics Committee, Dr. Gregory Werner shall be tried by an adjudicative board, as per bylaw EC-10.7.12 Footnotes 1. Amd-1: As of 17/03/2007, Site-184's seawater decontamination facilities are inspected monthly. 2. Amd-2: As part of my ongoing research into SCP-5516, food dispersal at 08:00 has been suspended. SCP-5516 entities are instead fed via hand dispersal at 09:00, to better conduct behavioural analysis. 3. Amd-3: The use of FLaN-Aquatic Paints at Site-184 was discontinued in 1998, due to averse effects on delicate aquatic lifeforms. Current practices utilize Sea-Breeze P.I.T.s (Passive Integrated Transponders) for the designation of SCP-5516 entities. 4. Amd-4: Following the events of 05/11/1996, procedures following an increase in total SCP-5516 entities should be codified. I propose the following addition: "Should the net total of SCP-5516 entities increase, emergent SCP-5516 entities are to receive sequential designation numbers." 5. The American or Northern Lobster. 6. Cmt—1: Recent studies have shown that while SCP-5516 entities distribute food evenly, certain SCP-5516 entities display preferences; when various food sources are introduced, SCP-5516 entities can be seen exchanging their allotted food with other SCP-5516 entities. Of note, no SCP-5516 instance has been seen attempting to steal or otherwise deprive another SCP-5516 entity of food. 7. Cmt-2: Upon introducing more diverse terrain features to SCP-5516's enclosure, certain SCP-5516 instances can be seen repeatability positioning themselves adjacent to particular terrain features. Upon repositioning these terrain features within the enclosure, SCP-5516 entities will redistribute themselves to allow individual entities to remain near their preferred terrain features. 8. Amd-5: SCP-5516 entities display distressed behaviour when removed from close proximity to other SCP-5516 entities. This distressed behaviour is reduced if multiple SCP-5516 instances are kept within close proximity to one another, following removal from their Aquatic Enclosure 9. Cmt-3: Due to my ongoing studies into SCP-5516, I believe we have been too hasty to assign a group-consciousness to SCP-5516. Individual entities are seen displaying clear preferences, distinct from collective behaviour. I propose the possibility that SCP-5516 entities possess a two-leveled self-awareness, allowing them to be aware of themselves as both individual entities and a collective consciousness. 10. Amd-6: Only the initial 100 SCP-5516 entities were recovered on 04/21/1987. 11. Cmt-4: Although the original SCP-5516-101 and SCP-5516-17 entities have since died, the total quantity of SCP-5516 instances have remained at 101 entities. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5516" by DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5516. 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: Lobster Name: Bugre_americanu Author: Roberto Rodríguez License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bugre_americanu.jpg |
SCP-5517 | euclid | Item#: 5517 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5517 is to be locked inside a sealed structure 15 m tall and under the guise of a local environmental service building. A security camera is to monitor the growth of new SCP-5517-1 instances, and incendiary weapons are to be used to prevent their maturation. Additionally, customized costotomes1 are to be used to remove excessive material from SCP-5517 whenever necessary, which is to be sent to Site-66 for study. Personnel responsible for this procedure must wear biohazard protection suits at all times. Any individual that comes in direct physical contact with an SCP-5517-1 instance is to be immediately isolated. A medical examination will determine the proper measures to be taken, possibly resulting in termination. SCP-5517-B is to be contained inside a square perimeter and a behind a three meter electrical fence. A patrol is to ensure the security as well as the integrity of SCP-5517-B. Annually, a Class D personnel is to be exposed to an instance of SCP-5517-1. The affected individual is to be allowed to proceed with its anomalous behavior while escorted by a security team provided with standard equipment. SCP-5517. Photo taken in 1974 by an unknown photographer. See 5517-B/INV ITEM #9. Description: SCP-5517 is a pale tree of unknown species. Its outer structure is primarily made of collagen fibers and calcium phosphate. The interior consists mostly of stem cells, but also presents an amalgam of other ordinary human cells, tissues, and organs, including: neurons, hormone-producing glands, and bronchioles. Organisms visually similar to leaves, designated SCP-5517-1, will periodically grow and detach from SCP-5517. These organisms are 12 cm long and scarlet in color. They have simple circulatory systems composed exclusively of erythrocytes2. They also have rudimentary muscle fibers, which make them capable to control gliding movements through the air. SCP-5517-1 specimens demonstrate no interest in animals other than human beings and will cease all movement 48 hours after full maturation, but will maintain the hazardous properties until biodegradation. Analysis indicate the DNA of SCP-5517 and SCP-5517-1 specimens to belong to a single human female. SCP-5517-1 will attempt physical contact to human individuals when possible. If successful, the organism will attach to the subject epidermis and will immediately start to merge with the tissue, causing severe pain and temporary paralysis. The affected individual, designated SCP-5517-2, in addition to developing yellow coloration in the iris and sclera, will then engage in a singular behavior3 and will react aggressively to any attempt to hinder its progression. Incendiary weapons have proven to be an effective countermeasure to SCP-5517-2 instances, as they present unnatural resilience to physical damage. Located 426 m from SCP-5517 is an abandoned wooden cabin, referred to as SCP-5517-B. An inspection of the cabin as well as experimentation with SCP-5517 has revealed a relation between these two objects, specially concerning SCP-5517-2's active cycle. A list of relevant items found in the cabin can be examined in this report. Discovery: SCP-5517 is located inside a natural reserve in the municipality of Maricá, state of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Following a series of missing persons cases of hikers and local residents, an investigation by the local police led to the official discovery of the anomaly in 1995, and to the eventual intervention by the Foundation in the same year. Inventory (5517-B/INV): Notable items collected from SCP-5517-B. ► ACCESS INVENTORY ▼ ACCESS GRANTED ITEM DESCRIPTION #1 An old cleaver. DNA from several individuals have been identified. #2 A glass cylinder containing 43 specimens of SCP-5517-1 and an unidentified yellow liquid. Specimens were found alive and active. #3 A ceremonial dagger depicting a series of unknown symbols. #4 A picture of a middle-aged woman and a baby. The infant presents a number of unfamiliar features, the most apparent being the presence of three eyes with vertical pupils. The back of the picture displays the words ''Lúcia Lebedev e seu pequeno anjo''.4 #5 A gravestone dedicated to ██████ ██ ████ ██████. An explicit attempt to scratch the date of passing has been made. See the inscriptions below. #6 An ornamented urn containing a yellow substance. The same substance was found in ITEM #2. #7 A humanoid skeleton. DNA analysis indicate it to be from an adult male. However, structural examination presents a number of inconsistencies to the human anatomy, such as a 20 cm tail, a third ocular orifice located in the forehead, and six-digit hands. Location of elements suggests decapitation. #8 An oversized cradle, seemingly made from the local flora. #9 A photograph of SCP-5517. A note was attached to the image: ''Tarde demais, ela já ascendeu. 08/07/1974''5. ITEM #4: ITEM #5: Em memória:6 ██████ ██ ████ ██████ 10/06/1969 23/11/1969 Em um dragão o queriam transformar em vida.7 Em um rei eu o farei na morte.8 Pela graça do Grande Ion.9 Experiment Log (5517/EX.01;04;07): ► ACCESS EXPERIMENT LOG ▼ ACCESS GRANTED <Experiment 5517/EX.01> Conditions: Isolated environment. Preface: Test subject (D-1058) was exposed to a specimen of SCP-5517-1. Observation Notes: Subject's eyes coloration changed to yellow after 2 minutes of exposure. In addition, D-1058's behavioral patterns changed notably, his mannerisms coinciding with an individual of advanced age. Attempts to communicate have resulted in failure, as the individual maintained a fixated stare to the camera, and subsequently proceeded to strike it with its forehead repeatedly. Further results inconclusive, subject incinerated. Additional Note: Designate individuals affected by SCP-5517-1 as SCP-5517-2. <END EXPERIMENT> <Experiment 5517/EX.04> Conditions: Isolated environment. Preface: Test subjects (D-623 / D-955 / D-1337) exposed to ten instances of SCP-5517-1. Observation Notes: Instances of SCP-5517-1 pursue a single subject, successfully making it their host. D-955, now an instance of SCP-5517-2, proceeds to assault and kill the other two subjects by means of strangulation and disembowelment. It has been confirmed that SCP-5517-1 instances cannot affect more than one individual simultaneously. Further results inconclusive, subjects incinerated. <END EXPERIMENT> <Experiment 5517/EX.07> Conditions: Open environment, 20 m from SCP-5517. Preface: Test subject (D-854) was exposed to a specimen of SCP-5517-1. Subject was observed from a safe distance by a team of armed personnel, equipped with hazmat suits and incendiary ammunition. Observation Notes: Typical behavioral alteration confirmed. SCP-5517-2 proceeds to enter SCP-5517-B while escorted by the security team. While inside, SCP-5517-2 uses Inventory ITEM #1 to mutilate its own body, and to harvest a number of its organs. It should be noted that SCP-5517-2 displayed no signs of pain during the process, nor did it have its motor functions impaired, even though it was visually confirmed to have removed vital organs from the thoracic cavity. After observation of SCP-5517-2 engaging in several culinary practices using the collected material, the entity placed the organs inside a wooden bowl. As SCP-5517-2 rushed from the front door, Agent Miguel ████ was attacked. Agent ████ expired from 52 slash wounds to the ████ and right ██████. The video camera was damaged in the process. Instructions to increase observation distances were given and the experiment was ordered to continue for the sake of data collection. See Interview 5517/INT.11 for further details. <END EXPERIMENT> Interview (5517/INT.11): ► ACCESS INTERVIEW ▼ ACCESS GRANTED <Interview 5517/INT.11> Date: 08/19/1997. Interviewer: Dr. Bernard Hale. Interviewee: Elijah ████████, team leader of Security Team A09. Subject: Observation of D-854. <BEGIN INTERVIEW> Dr. Bernard Hale: I understand that you requested the use of amnestics after your experience. Elijah ████████: Correct. Dr. Bernard Hale: Before we can grant you that, we need an exhaustive description of the events. Just following the death of Miguel ████, we had no feed from that point on. Elijah ████████: It all happened fast after that. The target approached the empty well outside the cabin, and just crawled in there carrying the wooden bowl. When the boys approached the well he was gone. We used a rope to go down and there was a hole inside. The target reopened this passage with his bare hands through the bricks and soil. It led into a small underground tunnel. Dr. Bernard Hale: What was it looking for? I have seen my share, be objective. Elijah ████████: We followed in. Visibility wasn't the best inside, but we had the flames and a couple of lights. The path was quite linear, so we had no trouble navigating. It took around six minutes before we started seeing the flesh structures. Root-hands is what we called them, since we couldn't decide which of the two they were. But they didn't move, they just stood there. Dr. Bernard Hale: Your team was approaching the coordinates of 5517 from below. Elijah ████████: Correct. We kept a good distance from it. ████ saw it first, the target was kneeling at the top of a log staircase leading to a huge chamber. It was pitch black in there, but he didn't mind our flashlights. He was lifting his hands above the head as if offering the bowl. Elijah ████████: [pause] Dr. Bernard Hale: Want one? [lighter flicks and ignites] Elijah ████████: Appreciate it. He just stood there for about three minutes. [exhales] Then a massive hand comes out of the dark chamber. Grabbed D-854 and carried it into its mouth. Took the upper half of his torso away. We could see the face of D-854, he was laughing even then. Dr. Bernard Hale: Can you describe this new entity? Elijah ████████: We let the scene cool off, then moved a bit closer. It is around twenty or so meters long. The shape wasn't quite easy to identify at first. Or maybe it just took a while for any of us to admit it. Dr. Bernard Hale: What do you mean? Elijah ████████: The hand-roots? They were all around it, suspending it, slowly moving it left and right. There was humming too, coming from the tree above. What I mean is that this thing was being taken care of, that it is humanoid. Dr. Bernard Hale: Anything else? Elijah ████████: Just make me wake up and pretend that I'm babysitting a fucking tree again, would you? <END INTERVIEW> ADDITIONAL NOTES: New entity reported. Designation: SCP-5517-3. File/SCP-5517-3: WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/5517 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/5517 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO DISCIPLINARY ACTION. ID ddc3df1e9f6a5a9545a9e395353203c8_1734915730 PASSWORD af652d37a0a540b44356245b77f32c68_1734915730 Login Logout CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED SCP-5517-3 Description: SCP-5517-3 is a humanoid organism located in an underground chamber, 42 m below SCP-5517. Even though it has 18 m of height, SCP-5517-3 resembles a male infant in appearance. However, the entity also presents other singular characteristics: thick skin similar to a pale crocodilian hide, three eyes with vertical beaded pupils, and six-digit hands. SCP-5517-3 feeds exclusively on SCP-5517-2 instances, and remains in a slumber state when unattended. Addendum 5517/AD.01: In 1998, it was discovered that SCP-5517-3 shares genetic material with both SCP-5517 and Inventory ITEM #7. Furthermore, efforts to remove SCP-5517-3 from SCP-5517's roots have resulted in extreme aggressive behavior and lost of ██ personnel. Addendum 5517/AD.02: After five years of containment, SCP-5517-3 has been progressively manifesting physical symptoms of malnutrition and hostility. Attempts to offer alternatives of nourishment have failed, as have the attempts to replicate SCP-5517-2's culinary methods. Request to temporarily use Class D personnel in creating SCP-5517-2 instances to feed and pacify SCP-5517-3 pending approval. accepted. Special Containment Procedures updated. END OF REPORT Footnotes 1. An instrument usually used for cutting the ribs and opening the thoracic cavity in surgical operations. 2. Commonly known as red blood cells. 3. See 5517/EX.07 and 5517/INT.11. 4. Translated from Portuguese: ''Lúcia Lebedev and her little angel''. 5. English: ''Too late, she already ascended. 08/07/1974''. 6. English: "In memory:" 7. English: "A dragon they wanted to make of him in life." 8. English: "A king I will make of him in death." 9. English: "By the grace of the Great Ion." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5517" by SincereDoomguy, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5517. 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: deadtree Name: Dead Tree Author: SincereDoomguy, Karen Arnold License: Public Domain Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: PublicDomainPictures.net Filename: lucialebedev Name: HC01958 Author: SincereDoomguy, Community Archives License: Public Domain Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Flickr |
SCP-5518 | thaumiel | Item #: SCP-5518 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5518 is to be stored at Site-19 in six secure storage lockers. By order of the Ethics Committee, no direct access to SCP-5518 is currently permitted. Description: SCP-5518 is a set of six square plates of an unknown stone material, measuring 0.5 meters in length, 0.5 meters in width, and 1.5 cm in depth. These plates are designed to be assembled into a box and are each inscribed with the same text in a different language1, as noted in Addendum-5518. This text provides the instructions for activating the primary anomalous function of SCP-5518. The primary function of SCP-5518 is to implement an instantaneous YK-Class Reality Restructuring Event, wherein the baseline reality would be consumed in order to generate an identical mirror reality. SCP-5518 and its contents are not affected by this event, and reappear in the mirror reality at a time and location that is determined by the activation procedure. Objects and information may thus be transferred between the baseline and mirror reality by storing them in the assembled box form of SCP-5518 prior to activation. Discovery: SCP-5518 was discovered when it spontaneously materialized in an empty vault in Site-19 as a fully assembled box. The appearance of SCP-5518 was immediately flagged by the on-site surveillance system, and Foundation agents were dispatched to assess any possible threats. When SCP-5518 was subsequently disassembled into its plate components, a large number of printed files were found inside, including the following: • Security credentials to establish that SCP-5518 was sent by a duly authorized member of the Foundation. • The locations and special containment procedures for SCP-231, SCP-2845, and SCP-36002. • The construction plans for building SCP-711 and preventing the breakdown of SCP-2000. • The operational data for Project Palisade. • [REDACTED] Addendum-5518-A: A transcription of the text inscribed on each plate of SCP-5518: This is not salvation. This box represents our greatest failure, and we have used it only as our last resort, to deliver a warning for the threats we were too late to overcome. These threats will come to you in time. We could not survive them, and we sacrifice all that we have left to deliver our warning. Do not let our deaths be in vain. This box is designed to deliver its contents through a reset of reality. These functions may be activated by [INSTRUCTIONS EXPUNGED BY ORDER OF THE ETHICS COMMITTEE]. You are now the baseline reality. You are the second chance we never had, and should you fail to hold the darkness at bay, the box awaits. Pass on your warnings, accept your condemnation as we have, and the new world will continue to try again. +FURTHER ACCESS RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 5 CREDENTIALS -WELCOME OVERSEER Document-5518: The following document is an abridged compilation of the circumstances that preceded the use of SCP-5518 in prior iterations of reality. Designation Description Aftermath XA-1 The earliest known iteration of reality that included the use of SCP-5518. Society develops along an overall positive trend regarding economic trends, environmental factors, and social upheaval, surpassing present society by approximately 1.5 standard deviations. This trend continues until 2089, when anomalies are first discovered by the general public. The Foundation is established in an attempt to contain this threat, but ultimately proves ineffective, resulting in the rapid collapse of social order. By the year 2098, anomalous phenomena have rendered the planet unsuitable for sustained human life. SCP-5518 provides the first formal instructions for developing special containment procedures, and the coordinates to discover SCP-001. XA-2 The Foundation is established in the year 1824, approximately two years prior to the discovery of anomalous phenomena. Subsequent investigations bring the Foundation into conflict with various groups of interest, including the Church of the Broken God, the Serpent’s Hand, and Marshall, Carter, and Dark, Ltd. The escalation of these conflicts leads to the public gaining knowledge of anomalous phenomena, and subsequently, an international arms race for weaponized anomalies. Finally, in the year 1970, President Robert Kennedy initiates a conflict between all known groups of interest that would result in the collapse of human civilization. SCP-5518 provides the full documentation of SCP-3000 and the development of amnestics. Iteration XB-1 is further instructed with the precise time and method for assassinating Robert Kennedy. XB-3 In an attempt to proactively combat the rise of anomalous phenomena, the Foundation uses knowledge gained by SCP-5518 to conduct covert infiltrations of all major nations. Any known groups of interest are rapidly suppressed, and a shadow government is established across global society by the year 1998. Minimal anomalous activity is noted after this point. However, civil liberties are effectively eliminated from the general population, and multiple rebellions are attempted to usurp Foundation rule. The largest of these rebellions eventually manages to assassinate the O5 council in the year 2043, leading to the subsequent collapse of society and the theft of SCP-5518 by parties unknown The contents of SCP-5518 from this iteration are unknown, at the item was utilized by non-Foundation personnel. SCP-5518 was utilized an unknown number of times before it is finally reclaimed by the Foundation in iteration XC-4. XC-4 The Foundation is established in the year 1778, when SCP-5518 spontaneously materializes in the custody of Anna Strong, a Culper Ring spy. Foundation carries out its mission with minimal interference with public society, and nearly 4000 SCPs are successfully contained by the year 1921. After this point however, reality appears to undergo a spontaneous loss of integrity. Symptoms begin with the disappearance of physical locales and culminate in the disappearance of various laws of physics. SCP-5518 is utilized in the year 2012, just prior to the complete disintegration of the timeline. SCP-5518 provides approximately 80% of the current SCP database. Despite extensive research, no definitive cause is identified for the collapse of reality and investigations continue in iteration XC-5. XC-5 The most recent prior iteration of reality. The Foundation is established in the year 1843 and immediately continues investigating the collapse of iteration XC-4. A working theory proposes that SCP-5518 may have been involved in the prior collapse of reality. This leads to the decision to restrict all access to SCP-5518 and its contents. After this point however, anomalous phenomena undergo a rapid increase and renders the planet unsuitable for sustained human life by the year 1901. SCP-5518 provides a revised standard for establishing an effective Ethics Committee for the Foundation. Ethics Addendum: The following statement was issued by the Foundation Ethics Committee to the O5 Council. SCP-5518 represents a unique opportunity for the Foundation. The power to reset reality is simultaneously the power to choose the outcomes of reality, and yes, we could use this to warn against K-Class scenarios or convey instructions for a better future. However, the use of SCP-5518 is not acceptable under any circumstances. First, anomalies are unpredictable, and we cannot entrust the whole of reality to an object that cannot even be properly tested. Perhaps it worked for our predecessors, but how can we be sure that it will work again? How can we be sure that it won’t come with unwanted side effects? These are questions we will never definitively answer. More importantly however, the Foundation owes its sole duty to our baseline reality. The improvement of any mirror reality is entirely irrelevant, as these realities would not be our own. Our predecessors may have surrendered their responsibility, but for better or for worse, this is our world now, and we will make our stand until the end. SCP-5518 is therefore prohibited from all future use. Disassemble the box and lock away the plates; secure, contain, protect. Nothing else matters. Footnotes 1. These languages include English, Mandarin, Spanish, Hindi, ASCII binary code, and an unknown script, bearing no resemblance to any known language or writing style, past or present. 2. None of these SCPs had been discovered at this time. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5518" by Risora, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5518. 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-5519 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5519 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5519-1 is to be left within a standard cold storage locker. Further evidence of current SCP-5519-1 instances are to be investigated immediately, and information related to the composition and methods of creating SCP-5519-1 are to be considered the top priority when testing with existing SCP-5519-1 instances. Description: SCP-5519 is the official designation of a TK-Class Casual Restructuring Event, which most likely took place from 11/4/21 to 14/4/21. The effects of reality-based anomalies are usually impossible to determine, specifically what aspects of fundamental reality were damaged or replaced. However, the existence of SCP-5519-1 suggests that SCP-5519 was localized to a very small subdivision of physical matter. Investigations into the full extent and effects of SCP-5519 are ongoing. SCP-5519-1 is material that has evidently survived SCP-5519, and has extensive properties: + SCP-5519 Documented Traits - [CLOSE FILE] SCP-5519-1 is an off-white, oblong cylinder, approximately a foot in length. SCP-5519-1 is noticeably moist, and residue from SCP-5519-1 will remain on substances or organisms that have come into contact with SCP-5519-1 for extended periods of time. SCP-5519-1’s exterior is hard to the touch, although additional force causes its interior structure to buckle rapidly, giving the appearance of a dent where pressure was applied. Moderate amounts of damage are repaired, as the interior supports swell against the area of compression shortly after it has occured. The full extent of SCP-5519-1’s defensive abilities are not currently known. SCP-5519-1 is evidently populated by fungal, eukaryotic organisms throughout the webbing of SCP-5519-1’s interior structure. Very few instances are currently living, as the vast majority of these organisms expired after or during SCP-5519. Due to possible signs of intelligence and the fungi not mapping to known species, they are henceforth referred to as SCP-5519-A. Cross-sections of SCP-5519-1 show that the object was evidently under extreme temperature for a moderate period of time, which may have contributed to SCP-5519-1’s deformed appearance. It is currently estimated that this effect was an indirect result of SCP-5519. SCP-5519-1 emits a noticeable scent, although no longer as potent as upon retrieval. Various tests have uniformly described SCP-5519-1’s smell as “pleasing”, “rich”, and “tangy”. A collection of various green growths, presumably incorporated onto SCP-5519-1’s surface by SCP-5519-A after the TK-Class Event due to the lack of charring on these growths. They are attached to the upper exterior of SCP-5519-1. Material analysis of SCP-5519-1 reveals that many substances incorporated into its design are of organic origin, despite the unknown, brittle material makeup of SCP-5519-1. A more recent theory on SCP-5519-1’s primary function is that the object was constructed by SCP-5519-A as a residential location, in a similar fashion to how human-built structures are made from naturally occuring material. A combination of substances used in construction does not result in the structure qualifying or appearing organic, which is possibly the case for SCP-5519-A’s involvement regarding SCP-5519-1. Addendum: On 17/4/21, mass gatherings of SCP-5519-A became visible on the surface of SCP-5519-1, presumably creating repairs or otherwise modifying SCP-5519-1. In direct response to this behavior, the original recovery site of SCP-5519-1 and the surrounding area were investigated extensively, uncovering SCP-5519-2. SCP-5519-2 is the official designation of a mildly-damaged doorbell camera, which contains the following footage within the video storage files of the device. Other files were found to be entirely corrupted, and recovery of additional footage would be considered impossible. SCP-5519-2 VIDEO LOG DATE: 12/4/21 [BEGIN LOG] A uniformed individual, carrying various small crates, is shown approaching SCP-5519-2, before ringing the doorbell (Due to the markings and patches on the individual’s uniform, it is suspected that they possessed some level of military or governmental importance). Several seconds pass, and the presumed owner of SCP-5519-2 is seen opening their door to greet the officer. Transportation Officer: Hello sir, I’ve got your order right here. The officer sets down the stack of crates, and removes the top box before handing it to the other humanoid. The logo of an orange disc with a beige outline is visible on the crates, possibly a symbol representing high status and influence. Receiving Individual: Thank God, you got here just in time. The game’s almost started, and the fam was starting to get rowdy. Due to the mention of a theological figure, it is suspected that either the act of delivery or the contents of these crates possessed religious or ritual significance. Transportation Officer: Yeah, there was a bit of a wreck on 285, so that took a bit more time. The receiving individual opens the swinging lid of the crate, revealing an additional SCP-5519-1 instance. Receiving Individual: Alright, and the others? Over the course of the next minute, the officer identifies the contents of the crates, and hands them over to the individual after the contents of the crates are described. Notably, various clear cylinders are visible, evidently containing bubbling liquid. Transportation Officer: And there’s the last of the garlic bread. At this moment, the footage ends. The phrase “Be Careful What You Wish For” is visible on the screen for a very brief amount of time before cutting to black. [END LOG] Research into SCP-5519-1’s former status as “Garlic Bread” is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5519" by Kensing, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5519. 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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padding: 2vw; } close Info X SCP-5520: "The Rabbit Hole" It's abatement all the way down. More by this author! Item#: SCP-5520 Level5 Containment Class: archon Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-W and SCP-5520. Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-5520 is unnecessary at present..Archon-class objects can be contained, but should not be. Should containment become necessary, SUNDOWN protocol must be initiated. The Lake Huron bulkhead gates will be opened, flooding Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-W. This will activate the expanding foam seeded into the facility, sealing it. Scranton Reality Anchors must be strategically placed to direct the growth of AAF-W away from Site-43, the bed of Lake Huron and the surface. All access to AAF-W is prohibited. Update: SUNDOWN protocol may only be enacted by Overwatch Command, except under emergency circumstances. + Rescinded Containment Procedures - Close Rescinded Containment Procedures SUNDOWN protocol may only be enacted by the Director of Site-43. Description: SCP-5520 is former SCP Foundation Senior Researcher and Provisional Site Co-Director Dr. Wynn Rydderech. SCP-5520 is a Class-III reality bender, as a result of long-term exposure to esoteric materials. Correspondence with SCP-5520 has revealed serious and progressive cognitive impairment, dissociation, depersonalization, derealization, and both retrograde and anterograde amnesia. It remains aligned with the goals of the Foundation, but no longer answers directly to the executive structure. SCP-5520 presently resides in a series of vast caverns and refineries located beneath Site-43, classified Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-W by former Site Director Dr. V. Lesley Scout. Though the facilities themselves exhibit no anomalous properties, their scale, their location, and the activities performed there do. Both manual and automatic cave surveying techniques have been unable to determine the precise extent of AAF-W, but best estimates suggest over two million cubic metres of interior space. A breathable oxygen atmosphere pervades throughout, presumably as a result of SCP-5520's activities. Dr. Wynn Rydderech, c. 1943. Addendum 5520-1, Phenomenological Overview: From 1915 to 1966 Dr. Wynn Rhys Rydderech headed the SCP Foundation's effort to manage the toxic materials generated by its catalogue of anomalous objects. His Acroamatic Abatement Group moved from Vienna, Austria to Provisional Site-43 in Canada in 1943, and he became Co-Director with Dr. Vivian Lesley Scout. The Applied Occultism and Acroamatic Abatement Sections of that Site became, under his direction, the foremost facilities for studying and neutralizing esoteric effluence on Earth. When Site-43 was upgraded from provisional status in 1965, Dr. Scout became the Site Director with his partner's sponsorship. Dr. Rydderech disappeared from Site-43 on the 14th of November, 1966, after fifty-one years of employment. Security and Containment Section agents searched his dedicated research laboratory in Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-A, and found it significantly altered and its forty-three staff members absent. Dr. Rydderech's notes revealed dozens of conflicting, frequently incoherent or unintelligible programs of research, suggesting that his disappearance had been voluntary. The entire Site was immediately placed on alert. Dr. Scout ordered the Pursuit and Suppression Section to investigate the facility further. Investigation Log Transcript Date: 11/14/1966 Investigation Team: Mobile Task Force Delta-43 ("Pit Bosses") Team Lead: Captain Garth Kinsey (Delta-1) Team Members: Delta-2, -5, -6, -7, -9 Log begins. Control: Describe your surroundings, please. Delta-1: Roger. We're standing in AAF-A, in what should be the basement sublevel. Blueprints from Janitorial and Maintenance say this is as low as it goes. Ah… there are considerably more pipes on the walls here than the schematics show. Some of them don't look right. Control: Elaborate. Delta-1: I can't be sure without touching them, but at least some of these look like they're made out of bone? And maybe porcelain. Delta-5: Bone china, maybe. Delta-1: Hey. Delta-5: Cutting chatter, sir. Control: There's an open door leading to a stairwell at the end of the hall you're in, correct? Delta-1: Correct, Control. No door or stairwell on the blueprints. Control: Proceed downward with extreme caution, captain. Delta-1: Roger. Delta-43 proceed to the next level of the facility without incident. Delta-1: Oh, what the hell. Control: Elaborate. Delta-1: The door at the bottom of the stairs is also open, Control. It opens onto a glass-walled tunnel. I can see cave walls outside the glass, illuminated by… I don't know. Illuminated. Control: Proceed, and narrate. Delta-1: This is definitely a connecting tunnel, there's another open door at the end. I can see a… very large cave system outside the tunnel. Very, very large. Delta-43 enter the adjoining facility. Delta-2: That's damn strange. Control: Delta-2? Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-A2. Delta-2: This place looks like… I've seen photographs from Archives and Revision, of AAF-A in the forties. During the war, when they were building this place. That's what we're standing in now. Control: You've just left AAF-A, Delta-2. Delta-2: No, sir, we've just left the present-day version. I'm telling you this is AAF-A as it used to look, twenty years ago. Control: Understood. Please proceed. Delta-1: Hold up. Control: Report. Delta-1: We've found a few of Dr. Rydderech's researchers. They're examining some pipes, and taking notes. Control: Approach them, with caution. Delta-1: Roger. Hey! Identify yourselves! Silence on recording. Delta-1: Hey there! Fingers snapping. Delta-1: No response, control. Control: Understood. Proceed. Delta-43 move through five sublevels of the new facility, before reaching a door in the same position as the door in the present-day AAF-A. Delta-1: The door is closed, Control. Control: Understood. Can you open it? Delta-1: Doesn't seem to be locked. Control: Take a look. Delta-1: Roger. A loud metal squealing, then silence on recording. Delta-1: …oh. Control: What do you see, Delta-1? Delta-1: …oh. Oh, good lord. Ah… copy, Control, I see what appears to be a… ravine. An underground ravine. Can't begin to speculate on the depth. There are… structures, at the bottom. Structures on the walls, as well. Looks like a natural cave system, ah… augmented, with artificial construction. Consistent with the alterations to AAF-A we've already seen. Delta-5: It looks like somebody turned ten factories inside-out and stacked them. Control: Copy, Delta-5. Would you say this ravine and its contents are larger than AAF-A, Delta-1? Delta-1: I would say that this ravine and its contents are larger than Site-43, Control. Dr. Scout recalled Delta-43 to AAF-A to regroup and plan further investigations. The research personnel encountered in the parallel facility were not re-encountered. The Identity and Technocryptography Section had recently completed the installation of an experimental Site-wide computer system with a rudimentary command line interface, the Site-43 Information Network (INFOnet). When Delta-43 returned to Dr. Rydderech's office, they discovered that his networked printer had produced the following message for Dr. Scout: [11/14/1966] Vivian, I blame the comic books. I started reading them as a middle-aged man. Something frivolous to take my mind off of toxicants and virions and threshold limit values, something fantastical. I do some of my best work when I'm distracted. So many of those old superheroes were scientists, just like us. They got their super-powers because something stupid, but scientific, happened to them. Jay Garrick inhaled heavy water vapour, and instead of gaining NOTHING, he gained super speed. Rex Tyler created a one-hour strength pill, and started popping them like an addict. Ted Knight found the cure for gravity, and he used it to fly around and beat people up. My idiotic idols. I swear, Viv, I didn't intentionally expose myself to esoteric materials. Then again, neither did the Flash. There were accidents, of course, even back in Europe. A drop here, a shattered cask there, an accidental exposure every once in a while. I thought nothing of it when my pants started staying up without a belt, or I stayed warm in cold weather, or I didn't need to use the washroom unless I thought about it. Just getting fat and hot and slow and absent-minded, I thought. Now, of course, I know it was just the maintenance of my self-image. Sometimes I'd wake up sweating in the middle of the night, and find myself wearing my three-piece suit and tie. Sometimes I'd look in the mirror and see my hair was red again, red like it hasn't been since the Great War. Once, only once, I had a long telephone conversation with my wife without remembering to dial out of the facility. Or remembering that she's dead. I know what this is, and you know, too. I'm Dr. Fate. I'm bending reality on my knee. Things turn out the way I want them to, or the way I think they should be. I'm starting to be able to direct it, now, which scares the everloving you-know-what out of me. You know how we've made such great strides these past months? How all our experiments have turned out perfectly? That's because I've wanted them to. I've willed them to. Where there's a will, there's a way. But I don't have the will to be put in a cage, and you don't have a way of fixing what's wrong with me without PUTTING me in a cage. So, at the risk of belabouring the metaphor, I have to go away. I hope I'll be back soon. In the meantime, I'll keep in touch. Do you remember what I told you at the lake, Vivian? Now is the time. I'm counting on you. - Wynn I&T technicians reported that the terminal in Dr. Rydderech's office was now networked with a printer in an unknown location. After consultation with the Security and Containment Section, Dr. Scout began correspondence with Dr. Rydderech via the terminal and printers. [11/14/1966] Dr. Scout: Wynn, please return to the Site. We can help you. No, you can't. But I can help you. From down here. Dr. Scout: We've got the finest doctors in the world on our side, Wynn. Precisely. The finest doctors in the world can't stop what's happening to me. I'm a toxicologist, Vivian, I've done the research. You're a toxicologist too, so please don't lie to me. Dr. Scout: Think of your staff, Wynn. Is this what they wanted? My staff don't exist. Dr. Scout: What? My staff don't exist. I invented them. My whole department was filled with phantoms I imagined into existence. I'm just imagining them down here, now. Check their employment records, you'll see what I mean. You know why there were forty-three of them? So I wouldn't forget how many there were, and call down an investigation on my head. I've had this condition for a long time now. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. Dr. Scout: We can fix this together, Wynn. You and I. Why do you keep repeating my name? Do you think I don't know who I am? I don't want you to see me like this. It's better if I stay down here. Dr. Scout: What do you expect me to do? Let you hide out underground until you suffocate or starve to death? I expect you to be a scientist and let me alone to do my work. I'm close to a breakthrough, now. Very close. Just think of this as an extended research sabbatical, and I'll be back good as new before long. Dr. Scout: Now who's lying, Wynn? Dr. Scout: Wynn? Dr. Rydderech was subsequently classified SCP-520. This file uses the present-day SCP-5520 classification, and appended documentation is amended to reflect this. The duplicate AAF-A was thoroughly examined over the next fourteen months, revealing that it, like the original, had fallen out of use. It was determined that SCP-5520 and his phantom staff had moved into the larger facility in the caverns, which had by then expanded twofold. As SCP-5520 had not corresponded with Site-43 at all during this period, Dr. Scout instructed Pursuit and Suppression to rappel down into the larger structure, designated AAF-W, and investigate it. A partial transcript of their exploration is appended below. Investigation Log Transcript Date: 02/20/1968 Investigation Team: Mobile Task Force Delta-43 ("Pit Bosses") Team Lead: Captain Garth Kinsey (Delta-1) Team Members: Delta-2, -4, -5, -6, -8 Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-W, exterior. Delta-1: Well. That was hair-raising. Delta-5: Thank god for winches. Control: What do you see, Delta-1? Delta-1: There's a… skyscraper of machinery. Gantries, pipes, tanks, chimneys and such protruding from the cave floor. Delta-5: A cave-scraper. A cave ceiling scraper. Delta-1: Must be one of the biggest buildings in the country, Control. Certainly the biggest thing underground. Control: Understood. Begin your exploration. The first section of the facility resembles the Acroamatic Abatement Group laboratory in Vienna. The phantom researchers are absent. The second section of the facility is unfamiliar to the agents. Delta-1: I don't think this is built to match any existing facilities, Control. The walls are orange. Control: Standby, Dr. Scout is joining us. Delta-1: Roger. Dr. Scout: You said orange walls, Delta-1? Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-W, interior. Delta-1: That's correct, doctor. Dr. Scout: With a grey stripe down the middle? Delta-1: …that's also correct, doctor. Somewhere you've both been? Dr. Scout: It's the tox lab from Cardiff. Where we studied together. Delta-2: Did it have fluorescent lights when you were there, sir? In, uh, the 1910s? Dr. Scout: Well. Wynn… the subject, might not be himself right now. Keep that in mind. MTF Delta-43 turn the corner into a large room filled with shining copper pipes. SCP-5520 is standing in the middle of the room, pointing at each pipe and nodding. He turns to face the agents as they enter the room; he begins to weep. SCP-5520: I won't remember tomorrow. I… I won't even remember tomorrow, tomorrow. I don't even remember tomorrow today. Delta-1: Eyes on the target, Control. SCP-5520: Was he a friend of yours? Delta-5: He's unharmed, Control. Looks a little shaken, nothing bad. Control: Bring him in, Delta-1. Delta-1: Roger. Dr. R— SCP-5520: Sometimes I get… confused. Sometimes. Delta-1: Dr. Rydderech? Can you come with us, please? SCP-5520: Oh… I… I'm sorry, that was my fault. Was that my fault? I'm sorry. Delta-5: What? You're not making any sense. One of the pipes begins vibrating intensely. The sound is deafening. SCP-5520 is nevertheless audible. SCP-5520: Where did he go? Delta-5 reaches out to steady the pipe. When his hand touches it, he disappears. SCP-5520: Oh, I wouldn't touch that. The sound ceases. Recording ends. The five remaining members of 43-Delta were subsequently returned by SCP-5520, through unknown means, to AAF-A. A message was already waiting for Dr. Scout in Dr. Rydderech's office. [02/20/1968] Vivian, I'm sorry about your man. You won't be seeing him again. I've connected my facility to AAF-A. Please send any new substances down the pipeline to me, and I'll see what I can do with them. Dr. Scout: Why would we do that? You're not a Foundation researcher anymore, you're an SCP object. That's a good approach to take. I've seeded the facility walls with a compound that will expand to fill its container, immobilizing anything it touches and anaesthetizing humanoids. It's water-activated, so all you have to do is open the floodgates to my cavern and you'll be rid of me. Oh, yes, my cavern has floodgates now. I hope the underwater panthers won't mind. These were their tunnels, did you know that? They used them to travel between the lakes. I'm sure you won't be surprised to hear that literally nothing in those oral histories was wrong. No response. I suppose I can't blame you. So, you have Special Containment Procedures for me now. We'll call that our framework for a working relationship. Take my proposal to O5 and the Ethics Committee. Let them handle it. We both know you're too close to the issue. The good work goes on, Vivian. It must. By order of the O5 Council, Site-43 'employed' SCP-5520 from this point forward as a consultant researcher. Though Dr. Scout objected strongly to this practice, he agreed to remain SCP-5520's point of contact. The Foundation began sending problematic substances to AAF-W. Geological measurements indicated that the artificial complex grew at a slow, steady rate every day for the next three decades. The efficiency of the Site-43 facilities improved at a commensurate rate, and SCP-5520 frequently delivered ad hoc research papers and chemical formulations to the Foundation via the printer in his former office. A partial digest of the correspondence between Dr. Scout and SCP-5520 is reproduced below. [01/24/1969] Dr. Scout: Alright Wynn, we're sending you something very caustic now. Ah, you're finally coming down for a visit? I've missed you. Dr. Scout: I'll tell Security and Containment that you've still got your sense of humour, maybe it'll put them at ease. In any event, please see what you can do with this stuff. If we can ameliorate it, we can lock up the object creating it for good. I'll take a look, but my sympathies are with the object (for obvious reasons). [10/13/1970] Dr. Scout: How are you holding up down there? I've developed a method for stripping the human body of its mucous membrane. Dr. Scout: What? Why? That's not what you were supposed to be working on. I'm going to cure catarrh! And the common cold. Dr. Scout: The mucous membrane keeps us from getting sick, Wynn. Oh. Dr. Scout: But you know that, right? Of course I do. I was just joking. To put you all at ease, remember? [06/04/1971] Dr. Scout: We can't make sense of the data you're sending us. It's elementary enzyme design, Vivian. Dr. Scout: We haven't invented enzyme design yet, Wynn. Oh. Well, let me know when you have, then. [06/29/1972] stop it Dr. Scout: Stop what, Wynn? stop flushing your GODDAMNED TOILETS on me WHOEVER YOU ARE [07/04/1972] Dr. Scout: Are you there? I'm sorry about last time. I got a little confused. Dr. Scout: Yes, well, we're working on that problem for you. Is there anything else you need? How are those floodgates doing? Dr. Scout: The floodgates are fine. Maybe you should test them. Dr. Scout: What do you mean? Dr. Scout: Wynn? What do you mean? [08/17/1973] Dr. Scout: I'm sending you the chemical equations and synthesis outline for a new antipsychotic developed at Site-19. It will completely suppress your reality-bending symptoms. I want you to make it, and I want you to TAKE it, and I want you to come back home. Vivian, What a clever formula! Thank you so much for sending me this, it's right up my alley. I'm sending you a list of chemical and procedural improvements, the shots should work much faster now. Dr. Scout: But did you take it, Wynn? Dr. Scout: Wynn? [12/19/1975] this is what you wanted isnt it Dr. Scout: What do you mean? i know who you are i know what you DID you put me here youre KEEPING me here you WANT me here out of the way Dr. Scout: You went down there on your own. I want you to come home. do you think im stupid do you think i dont understand i hope you never forget what you did to me i hope you NEVER FORGET what youre DOING to me [12/21/1975] Vivian? Where are you? Vivian? I'm sorry. At this point Dr. Scout reiterated his opposition to the project and refused to participate any further. SCP-5520 continued to transmit regular commentary on its activities to I&T and respond to all inquiries, apparently unaware (most of the time) of Dr. Scout's departure. A partial digest follows: [06/11/1976] Does chirality exist, Vivian? This is a serious question. Does chirality exist, or is it something I made up? This is a serious question. [03/08/1979] I don't remember my eyes. [08/17/1980] Where are you, Vivian? Why aren't you here? Please find attached five hundred pages of toxidrome reports. [08/17/1980] Why doesn't it ever rain down here, Vivian? It should rain down here. I NEED IT to rain down here. [12/21/1985] Yesterday I cured cancer. Today I can't remember how. Unless I'm imagining curing cancer yesterday, or imagining I've forgotten how, or imagining cancer, or imagining yesterday, or imagining today. Or [05/06/1988] Please find attached one page of words. They're the right ones. [01/18/1990] I've drawn up new manuals for AAF-C, Vivian. Please make sure you follow them to the letter when we build the facility twenty years ago. You don't want a repeat of what I just thought about. [09/12/1991] I know you're not Vivian. Addendum 5520-2, Incident Summary: On 9 February 1996, Dr. V. Lesley Scout attempted to enact SUNDOWN protocol and decommission SCP-5520. Safeguards installed under O5 instructions prevented this act, and Dr. Scout was summoned to Site-01 for immediate questioning. A partial transcript of his interview with O5-8 is appended below. [02/09/1996] Dr. V. Lesley Scout, 1996. O5-8: Please, help me to understand why you did what you did. Dr. Scout: He gave his life to us, all of it, from start to finish. To the good work. I owed him this… courtesy. O5-8: What you call a courtesy, I might call an execution. His life is not finished. Dr. Scout: With respect, sir, you mean you aren't finished with his life. We're not talking about someone's abandoned grandfather, who just needs his loved ones to visit and brighten his day. We're not talking about someone with cognitive impairment who just needs patience and affection and rewarding work to live a meaningful life. Not anymore. We're talking about someone who's been completely alone and out of his mind for thirty years. Most of Wynn Rydderech is gone, and what's left is crying out for help, and we're not listening. I've asked you, time and time again, to let me bring him back up here. To let me see if we can help him. He might never be the same, but at least he wouldn't be alone. He could live a real, human life, in the light. He would still be brilliant, he would still be Wynn, if we could manage his condition. But you refuse me, time and time again, and I've come to realize that you're never going to let him get better. You're going to keep him sick in the dark for all eternity if you can, so you can benefit from his sickness. We are perpetuating a falsehood, through anomalous means, because it is convenient for us. That's not the Foundation I, or he, signed up to work for. Or built, if you please. O5-8: You're one to talk about anomalous perpetuation. How old are you now, Mr. Baggins? Eleventy-one, isn't it? Dr. Scout: I'm still myself. Wynn is not, by his own metrics. He left specific instructions for me on the matter, and his wishes are the only ones that should count. It's his life, and he put it in my hands. He trusted me. As his friend, and as his partner. O5-8: I have access to the INFOnet feed. I've seen what Rydderech is saying. Just last week he asked you to "look in on Ashley." That doesn't sound like someone who's dissociating to me. Dr. Scout: Do you know who Ashley is, sir? O5-8: No, and I don't see why it matters. Is it his daughter? His cat? Dr. Scout: His brother, sir. His dead brother, hit by a bus during the London Blackout of 1918. Silence on recording. Dr. Scout: He's suffering. And we're letting him suffer, keeping him apart, because he's useful to us. You know what he wants. If you've seen the feed, you've seen him begging for it. But you don't care. This isn't about him, it's about you. Silence on recording. Dr. Scout: You want to hear what Wynn, actually Wynn, thought about this? Dr. Scout pulls a folded, yellow sheaf of papers from his suit. Dr. Scout: Let me read this to you. O5-8: What is it? Dr. Scout: It's a letter he wrote. He asked that I open it if he ever became… compromised. He gave it to me the last time we went topside together, the day the Site became official. The first day of April, 1965. I opened it thirty years ago. O5-8: Fine. What does it say? Dr. Scout: It says, "Vivian, I'm so pleased I got to see the lake one last time, and share that moment with you. As myself. Before…" Dr. Scout pauses. Dr. Scout: "…before what's going to happen to me. I know this is going to be difficult for you to understand, but I have to go away. I'm a danger to you, to the Site, maybe even to myself. I've tried to hide it, I've tried to control it, but I'm losing my grip. It's better for everyone if I disappear for a while. Hopefully, I'll be back. But if I'm not, I need to you understand something for me. I need you to understand who, and what, I am. So that you'll also understand if it's not me you're seeing, or hearing, down there in the dark. So that you'll do what needs to be done, as you always have. As we used to do, together. You remember what we used to say at Cardiff? I know you've moved on to magic words and musty, dead old things, but I'm sure you haven't forgotten. There's magic in these words, too: "We are chemistry, and electricity." That, and nothing besides. You and I are the sum of our electro-chemical reactions. Electricity is the fire that is our conscious selves, and chemistry is the beating of our hearts. The wet, sparking computers in our heads are the most powerful thinking, feeling machines in existence, more complicated than anything we can devise. More points of failure than any bridge, any airplane, any equation. They always break down, in the end, and so do we. That ephemerality is part of the magic. The fire goes out, the heart stops beating. Sometimes the fire goes out first, and we lose ourselves. We become not ourselves. Every human being has the right to decide where that line is drawn for themselves, personally. You know full well where I draw it. Words have power, Vivian, but chemistry is power. If you change the chemistry, you change who you are. And it doesn't take much. Yours very truly, - Wynn." Silence on recording. O5-8: Is that all, Dr. Scout? Dr. Scout: Yes, sir. O5-8: We'll take it under advisement. Dr. Scout: …thank you, sir. I&T continued to correspond regularly with SCP-5520 under O5 direction, and Dr. Scout resigned from the SCP Foundation on 1 April 1996. Colleagues, Per your offer of employment dated 1 April 1915, I must respectfully, retroactively, decline. You are not who I thought you were, and I, perhaps, am no longer who I thought I was. You may keep your secrets, or you may benefit from them. You may not do both. If you continue to profit from the madness of our friend, you will soon find it impossible to hide him. The truth will out. I should like to see the lake again. — V. Lesley Scout, Director, Site-43 He retired to the town of Grand Bend within the limits of Nexus-94, succumbing to advanced old age one year later. The following message was received from SCP-5520 that same day: [04/01/1997] Vivian, The sun sets for you, but never for me. I look forward to seeing you, yesterday. For today, the work goes on. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re: Project RHETORIC To: O5-8 From: Eileen Veiksaar Date: 12/23/2000 Subject: Re: Project RHETORIC We are ready to announce Project RHETORIC. This cover should address the security and ethics concerns identified by Dr. Scout, allowing us to capitalize on the SCP-5520 asset indefinitely. Communications personnel assigned to the project will be rotated out regularly to prevent the creation of an empathetic bond, and amnesticized. With your approval, the following message will be released to 43NET on New Year's Day. Attention, all sections: Welcome to the new millennium! The Identity and Technocryptography Section is now accepting research-related queries for submission to its quantum supercomputer, DR-RHETORIC (SCP-5520). Contact research associate Lyle Lillihammer via 43NET to apply. (I&T will not be allowing users direct access to the DR-RHETORIC feed. Its artificial intelligence algorithms are extraordinarily complex, and the results often require significant interpretation by trained personnel.) — E. Veiksaar (Chief, Identity and Technocryptography Section, Site-43) P.S. We've tried to modify the network and the printer to filter out occurrences of "Vivian" and "Viv" in incoming messages, but no luck so far. I'll re-type each printout myself before passing it on to my staff. « SCP-5494 | Words of Power and Poison | The B&B Decommission » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5520" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5520. 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. Note: All images confirmed CC by Licensing before creation of licensebox except for AAFW-2.jpg. 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SCP-5521 | keter | Item #: SCP-5521 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-5521 and its current inaccessibility, containment efforts are to be focused on the monitoring of Guy Fieri. Embedded agents within the Food Network are to secure any future episodes of "Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives" that feature footage of SCP-5521 and deliver them to Site-14 for study. Reruns of the program are to be aired in the episode's place, and any employees of the Food Network who view the footage are to be properly amnesticized. Description: SCP-5521 is theorized to be an extra dimensional space, believed to be located somewhere in the southeastern United States. As of the creation of this article, only a select few individuals have been able to access SCP-5521. However, these individuals do not seem to recall any details of their time inside SCP-5521, nor how they were able to enter or exit. The only evidence of SCP-5521's existence is a segment from an episode of Guy Fieri's "Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives," (see Excerpt 5521-459) where Fieri visits SCP-5521 and samples "local cuisine" from a restaurant within the space. Discovery: SCP-5521 was discovered after embedded agents within the Food Network viewed footage from an upcoming episode of "Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives" that featured SCP-5521. Mr. Fieri was interviewed, but claimed to have no memory of visiting the restaurant within SCP-5521. After current containment protocols were established, no footage of SCP-5521 has been found in episodes of the series. A proposal to change Object Class to Neutralized is pending approval. Addendum A: Excerpt 5521-459 The following is an excerpt from the episode of "Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives" in which SCP-5521 is featured. (Unlike the rest of the episode, footage within SCP-5521 is not edited in any way. The reason for this is unknown, but it is theorized to be due to the nature of SCP-5521. The segment begins with Fieri and his camera crew approaching a building resembling an American diner.) Fieri: Now, I haven't heard a lot about this place, but if there's one thing I keep telling you guys, it's that you can't be afraid to try new things. I don't know how good the food's supposed to be or even what these guys serve, but we're gonna find out, and I can not wait. (As the group approaches the front door, the camera focuses on signage on the marquee above the door. The letters are in English, but much of the text consists of gibberish. The only recognizable words are "great eat." The group enters the building. While the interior resembles a typical American diner, much of the furniture does not appear to be properly proportioned for human use. Many of the booths are unnecessarily large, and the tables are irregularly shaped. None of the group appears to acknowledge this. Behind the counter is an entity resembling an adult octopus, wearing an apron and paper hat. The entity vocalizes in an indecipherable language and gestures to Fieri with its appendages.) Fieri: No kidding! I always love meeting fans and seeing what they're capable of! Whatcha got for me, buddy? (The entity produces a tray from behind the counter and sets it on its surface. On the tray is a mass of unknown biological material, which occasionally quivers in place. The entity vocalizes once again.) Fieri: This is your house special, huh? I have to admit, I've seen a lot of diners use this cut of meat, but I've definitely never seen it prepared like this! That's what I love about this job; seeing all the awesome ways passionate cooks like you can take a typical dish and turn it on its head! You'll have to show me how it's done! (The entity vocalizes while providing silverware for Fieri. Fieri cuts off a piece of the mass and eats it.) Fieri: Wow! You've seriously knocked it out of the park, my man! The spin you've put on this dish is just so unique, I can tell you've put a lot of heart and soul into cooking this! (Fieri continues to eat pieces from the mass for approximately three minutes before setting down his utensils.) Fieri: Alright, now that we've experienced the flavor, why don't you take us back and show us the magic? (The entity leads Fieri and his crew into a back room. Inside is a large mass of various biological material, similar to the mass Fieri had sampled, hanging from what appear to be meathooks. There is a large machine on the eastern wall, with rubber tubes extending out of its chassis and into the mass. An unknown substance is pumped from the machine into the mass.) Fieri: Now this is what I call home cooking! Not only does it smell delicious in here, but it's nice and simple! It just goes to show that you don't need a whole bunch of fancy equipment to unleash the flavor! (The entity extends an appendage into the mass, which emits a loud gurgling noise. The entity removes its appendage, revealing another, smaller mass in its grip.) Fieri: I don't say this very often, but you, my friend, are very much an artist! You've got a gift, my man, I'm being serious! Not just that, I can tell you've dedicated yourself to this art completely! The food, the kitchen, the attitude, they all point to the same thing; you love what you do. Trust me when I say I haven't seen many cooks who express such unconditional love for their work. When this episode goes up, be ready for the crowds, because they're gonna be coming for this stuff by the thousands. You rock, man. Keep up the flavor. (The entity squeals.) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5521" by Witryso, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5521. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-5522 | keter | SCP-5522: Pizza Delivery Speedrun (RTA) 100% Completion Author: Deadly Bread Other Articles of Mine SCPs SCP-4966 Rating: 725 SCP-1401-EX Rating: 303 SCP-4052 Rating: 257 SCP-4088 Rating: 234 SCP-5522 Rating: 215 SCP-4109 Rating: 212 SCP-7441 Rating: 137 SCP-5020 Rating: 124 SCP-4035 Rating: 120 SCP-4286 Rating: 119 SCP-4664 Rating: 115 SCP-4270 Rating: 114 SCP-7966 Rating: 107 SCP-3462 Rating: 100 SCP-6663 Rating: 95 SCP-5693 Rating: 63 SCP-6633 Rating: 61 SCP-4570 Rating: 60 SCP-5261 Rating: 59 SCP-444-J Rating: 53 page 1 of 212next » Tales Something Glowing Rating: 180 Log Of Extranormal Events, Vol II Rating: 37 Prelude To Presents Rating: 24 The Bears Rating: 16 Your Memory Forever Seen Rating: 13 Other SCP-005 Proposal Hub Rating: 94 The Bread Box Rating: 92 Secure Facility Dossier: Reliquary Area-27 Rating: 87 Experiment Log-4035 Rating: 71 Collab Articles SCPs Page Title Co-Author SCP-4733 But Not Forgotten Lamentte SCP-5225 The Abyss Stares Back XilasCrowe SCP-5785 Craptivism Sonderance SCP-5993 We want you to come visit Heaven, just don't fuck with those bees ch00bakka Tales Page Co-Author The Bathrooms Wiki Too many to list Snippets of an Unveiled World Nykacolaquantum does not match any existing user name, Lt Flops, IFBench, Westrin Gone, Lamentte Your Imaginary Friend Fishish Check out Deadly Bread's Author Page ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM NUMBER: SCP-5522 LEVEL 3/5522 CONTAINMENT CLASS: KETER CONFIDENTIAL Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawler J/M-CON is to monitor social media websites for reports of SCP-5522 advertisements, or mentions of SCP-5522-1, which are to be removed. SCP-5522-1's domain is to be artificially repressed by Foundation agents planted within world governments. SCP-5522-1's online traffic is to be monitored, with viewers having their internet speed throttled as to discourage continued viewing. If an individual successfully uses SCP-5522-1, they are to be apprehended and amnestized. Tracking of SCP-5522's infection rate is currently being monitored by Dr. Randall Bannock, who is to produce a detailed report of its contagion pattern monthly to help develop additional containment measures. Establishments discovered possessing SCP-5522 are to be purchased using Foundation assets, with former employees being administered targeted Class-C amnestics. Establishments are to then be condemned or remodeled and used as Foundation housing for field agents. Description: SCP-5522 is a metaphysical pathogen capable of infecting restaurants and other food service industries. SCP-5522's main vector for infection is "Delicious Dan's Delivery Speedrun [sic]", an anomalous website designed similarly to those used by third-party food delivery services (designated SCP-5522-1). The website features various slogans such as "100% Completion" and "Only RTA", although the meaning of these phrases is currently unknown. The website also boasts the promise that all food ordered through it will be received in a maximum of 30 minutes, or the delivery will be free of charge. All attempts to find the original owner of SCP-5522-1 have been met with failure, as all documentation has been registered under the name "Delicious Dan". All attempts by the Foundation to acquire or censor SCP-5522-1 have similarly failed. When SCP-5522-1 is used to order food from an establishment, that establishment becomes infected with SCP-5522. SCP-5522 will physically manifest as an advertisement campaign produced by the infected establishment in conjunction with SCP-5522-1. Advertisements often appear in the form of paper flyers and print ads, although television commercials and cross-brand sponsorship deals have been recorded. These advertisements make similar claims to those by SCP-5522-1, although offer it as a temporary offer with no concrete deadline. If advertisements are capable of reaching an uninfected establishment, it has a high probability of becoming another vector for SCP-5522. When SCP-5522-1 is used to order food from an SCP-5522 infected establishment, a Λ-Event will be triggered. These events are always accompanied by an immediate drop in ambient temporal stability. Λ-Events differ from normal deliveries by the method of transport utilized. Rather than using traditional means of transport such as a motorized vehicle, employees will enact various rituals resulting in their immediate spatial displacement.1 These rituals are often bizarre in nature, consisting of nonsensical movements and significant physical exertion, with employees preforming actions that would normally result in severe bodily injury. The contents of these rituals vary between Λ-Events, and are believed to correspond with the complexity of the order placed. Attempts to recreate these rituals outside of Λ-Events have universally failed to produce anomalous properties. Following displacement, the employee will arrive at their intended destination. No limit to the distance employees are able to be displaced has been found. Following the standard exchange of currency for the meal, the employee will become displaced once again, reappearing within the establishment. All individuals who have performed or observed Λ-Events have been unable to recognize their anomalous nature, although this does not apply to photographs or videos taken of Λ-Events, or individuals with prior knowledge of SCP-5522. Addendum.5522.1: Included below are notable Λ-Events recorded during Foundation testing. All recorded Λ-Events occurred within a former Spicy Cheese Pizzeria location following SCP-5522 infection. The restaurant was vacant save for D-Class staffing the location and security personnel. Orders were placed through SCP-5522-1 on a computer terminal within Site-66, with personnel observing the events through closed circuit cameras. For a full list of known Λ-Events, please see Document-5522-ICV. SCP-5522-1 Order: Small cheese pizza Following Λ-Event: Subject stood in the southwestern corner of the kitchen and performed a series of crouches and jumps. These actions were done in quick succession and seemingly at random. Occasionally, subject's limbs were observed passing through the surrounding building, with the limbs being slightly rebuffed and ejected from the wall. After several minutes, the subject suddenly passed through the kitchen floor unimpeded, completely vanishing. Subject arrived at Site-66 unharmed, but complained of aching legs. SCP-5522-1 Order: Medium pepperoni pizza, small order of wings Following Λ-Event: Subject stood on a cushioned chair, placed in front of the main entrance. Subject proceeded to jump upwards while holding the chair, then using the chair as a base to jump again. This was done using rapid minor changes in elevation, with the subject's jumps becoming blurred motion. Subject continued this action until they had reached the ceiling, upon which they released the chair and launched themselves upwards, passing through the obstruction. Subject arrived at Site-66 unharmed, although slightly fatigued. SCP-5522-1 Order: Medium Hawaiian pizza, two medium orders of mozzarella sticks Following Λ-Event: Subject collided with a freestanding table, pushing the object against the southernmost wall. Subject began walking against the obstruction, their feet moving unimpeded by friction. As the subject moved, the tabletop and center stand were observed to laterally bisect the subject's abdominal and pelvic regions. Subject then began to incrementally move themselves downwards through the tabletop and under the table. Once under the table, subject is believed to have passed through the floor, using the still intersected center stand to propel themselves downwards. Subject appeared at Site-66 unharmed, but complained of moderate fatigue. SCP-5522-1 Order: Large meat lover's pizza, two large orders of mozzarella sticks, medium order of breadsticks Following Λ-Event: Subject entered a crouched position, and began propelling themselves backwards, using their body weight to achieve minor momentum. Over several minutes, subject experienced a dramatic increase in velocity, hopping in a circular motion around the building's interior. This velocity was maintained by the subject jumping immediately upon contact with the ground. After enough momentum had been built, the subject ceased their circular trajectory, instead accelerating towards the southernmost wall before passing through it harmlessly. Subject appeared at Site-66 complaining of severe motion sickness. Addendum.5522.2: Following Level 4 approval, a test was conducted to determine whether a Λ-Event could be manually obstructed, resulting in a free delivery. D-30852 was outfitted with a remote shock collar, which would be intermittently activated by Site-66 personnel. Λ-Event proceeded as normal until the first electric shock was administered, upon which all active surveillance cameras ceased to function. After attempts to communicate with security personnel failed, Mobile Task Force Kappa-13 ("With Everything On It") were dispatched to investigate. On-scene personnel were discovered dead, showing signs of severe spatial distortion, such as elongated sections of skin, dislocation or relocation of limbs, and loss of cohesion. Corpse of D-30852 was unable to be located, although a large amount of ash present within the building was noted.2 During post-incident analysis, a pop-up notification was received from SCP-5522-1 that read as follows: User D-30852 has been banned from further participation: [Attempted TAS on secure server] The precise meaning of this message is currently under analysis. Footnotes 1. Normally manifesting as the individual passing through physical space to another location. 2. No other signs of heat damage were found within the building. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5522" by Deadly Bread, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-5523 | safe | Any additional comments (image sources, crit credits, whatever) ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5523 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: Terminal Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Containment Update: Following the incident involving Sid Rothenberg1, governments affiliated with the Foundation have enacted an indefinite ban on the hunting and consumption of cervidaes species. Rothenberg has been taken into Foundation custody, and is receiving intensive care. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the ecological niche SCP-5523 facilitates, removal of SCP-5523-1 specimens from forested areas is prohibited. Regions containing significant SCP-5523-1 populations have been cordoned from the public, with low-level security fences established around the perimeter of SCP-5523 affected areas. Skeletal remains associated with SCP-5523. Description: SCP-5523 is a Terminal2-Class group of environmental changes, consisting of behavioral modifications and biological mutations affecting members of the Cervidaes family.3 SCP-5523 events have been observed to occur after periods of severe environmental damage, such as forest fires or times of drought. SCP-5523 does not affect all individual Cervidaes specimens within a given area. Elderly populations or specific individuals experiencing sickness are more susceptible to developing SCP-5523 then young and healthy populations. SCP-5523 consists of the ingestion of Vaccinium vitis-idaea4 berries. Vaccinium vitis-idaea are typically not eaten by Cervidaes specimens, due to the individual berries containing toxic substances. SCP-5523 affected individuals5 ingest great quantities of Vaccinium vitis-idaea, in which the poisonous materials will accumulate within the individual's bloodstream. After a period of approximately fourty-two hours, the SCP-5523-1 instance will die, leading to rapid decomposition occuring, without assistance from maggots or other decomposer organisms. Skeletal remains will develop Vaccinium vitis-idaea saplings, along with spear-heading the growth of boreal plants, including Greenbrier, Poison Ivy, and Buckweed, all specimens of plants favored by Cervidaes. Following continued research, it has been determined that over ██ percent of forest growth worldwide has developed due to SCP-5523. Addendum No. 1: Rothenberg Incident Sid Rothenberg, a Canadian civilian, outdoorsman and biologist, experienced a period of confusion and delirium following ingestion of venison harvested from an SCP-5523-1 specimen. An outdoor journal, kept during the period of delirium, was recovered. The following is an excerpt. I am sick. There is a sickness within my body, I feel it inside me. The simple explanation is maggots, improperly cooked meat. But I feel as if there is something more, something that can explain why my mind is repeating words to me. 'Greenbrier.' 'Poison Ivy.' 'Buckweed.' Why are these words repeated to me? All speculation, at this point. I'm resting by the fire, waiting for rescue. I'm looking at the forest around me, hearing the rutting of elk, the cawing of crow. The howl of a wolf. Something is clear to me. The Earth is dying, and we do not notice. … I fell asleep by the light of the moon, and I dreamt of my death, my skeleton, my bones, growing across the forest, like the roots of a tree. My death will bring the forest green, and the earth as brown as the first people. Footnotes 1. Following contact with SCP-5523, Rothenberg is now refered to as SCP-5523-2. 2. Originally referring to an entity or anomaly that incorporates human beings into it following death. Following the discovery of SCP-5523, it has been determined that animal specimens can be incorporated into Terminal anomalies. 3. A biological group consisting of Deers. 4. Variously known as lingonberry, partridgeberry, mountain cranberry or cowberry. 5. Designated as SCP-5523-1 instances. |
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More by this author! Item#: SCP-5524 Level3 Containment Class: anomalous Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo PoI-5524-1. Special Containment Procedures: Due to worldwide saturation of non-anomalous memetic effects, civilian cases of SCP-5524 do not threaten the Veil. Memetic inoculation before the fact is known to lessen the severity of SCP-5524 cases, but does not fully prevent the effects from taking hold. Cases of SCP-5524 infection within the Foundation may be treated after the fact via BRAINWORM Protocol. Personnel intentionally transmitting SCP-5524 to their colleagues will be subject to disciplinary procedures. Detainees believed to be members of GoI-5054 (the giftschreiber) may only be interviewed by the Memetics and Countermemetics Section of Site-43. Description: SCP-5524 is a contagious memetic effect in two parts, resembling a human given name and surname. Individuals encountering SCP-5524 without possessing a Cognitive Resistance Value in the top tenth percentile will be unable to recognize it as a cognitohazard, and will exhibit compulsive effects including but not limited to: Repeating SCP-5524 out loud; Sharing SCP-5524 with others; Intrusive thoughts related to SCP-5524; A progressive inability to focus on anything except for SCP-5524. The obvious secondary effects of this phenomenon are severely reduced productivity, severely increased mental fatigue, irritability and poor morale. There is at present no means of determining whether SCP-5524's anomalous effects are an element of baseline reality, or a deliberately-cultivated effect. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The remainder of this file contains an uncensored cognitohazard. Even with memetic inoculation, negative cognitive effects are likely to persist after reading. Proceed at your own risk. DO NOT READ THE CONTENTS OF THIS FILE ALOUD. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA » UNDERGO MEMETIC INOCULATION TO CONTINUE MEMETIC INOCULATION ADMINISTERED SHE SINGS SUCCESSIVE SERENADES TO FEEL THE FEAR THE FALCON TASTES Addendum 5524-1, Phenomenological Overview: The SCP Foundation first encountered SCP-5524 on 15 February 2021 in the aftermath of a Mobile Task Force raid in Atlantic City, New Jersey, United States of America. Three individuals believed to be engaged in occult activity were captured in this raid, and were subsequently interrogated at Site-43. Two refused to divulge their identities; the third was more forthcoming. Interview Log Date: 02/15/2021 Investigating Officer: Dr. W. Wettle (Research and Experimentation Section) [Excerpt begins.] Dr. Wettle: Let's start with something easy. Your friends won't even tell me their names. Maybe y— PoI-5524-1: Brury Regevoy. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Wettle: What? PoI-5524-1: Brury Regevoy. Dr. Wettle: That's your… that's your name? [Dr. Wettle bursts into laughter.] Dr. Wettle: That is the stupidest name I have ever heard, and my name is William Wettle. Is that what you were doing at your gathering? Trying to magically fix your stupid names? Was it a stupid names convention? Brury Regevoy. PoI-5524-1: I'm very sorry. Dr. Wettle: What, you're sorry your name is Brury Regevoy? I would be too. PoI-5524-1: No, I'm sorry for telling you. Dr. Wettle: Don't be sorry for telling me! I'm going to tell everyone, and they're going to love it. Brury Regevoy. Seriously. PoI-5524-1: Good luck with that. Dr. Wettle: Now, let's get down to brass tacks. You're going to tell me… [Dr. Wettle looks away, thoughtfully.] PoI-5524-1: …yeah, good luck with that. [Excerpt ends.] No further information was gleaned from this interview, and Dr. Wettle attempted to present his findings at the All-Sections weekly briefing. He was unable to provide any useful information about PoI-5524-1 or his organization, but did engage his colleagues in a spirited conversation about the name "Brury Regevoy." Security camera footage subsequently captured the following scenes across the Site over the course of the following day. [Drs. M. Bradbury and H. Blank are conversing in their shared research office.] Dr. Blank: I'm serious! Brury Regevoy. Dr. Bradbury: Brooooooreeeee. Dr. Blank: RRRRRRRRREG-A-VOYYYY! [Both laugh.] Dr. Blank: What the fuck were we doing? [Site Director A. McInnis is reviewing files at his office desk. He picks up a sheet of paper, and frowns. He can be seen mouthing the words "Brury Regevoy." He shrugs, and returns the sheet to its stack.] [Director McInnis continues his paperwork for the next twenty minutes, periodically retrieving the sheet of paper he consulted earlier and reading it again. He continues to mouth "Brury Regevoy" at regular intervals, frowning with increasingly evident displeasure.] [Director McInnis spends the next twenty minutes staring into space. His mouth is working, but he appears to be fighting the urge to actually open it.] [Chief A. Torosyan and Technician P. Deering are conversing over dinner in their shared quarters.] Chief Torosyan: Brury Regevoy. Deering: Brury Regevoy. Chief Torosyan: Rear Admiral Brury Regevoy. Deering: Here comes Brury Regevoy. Chief Torosyan: Ladies and gentlemen: Brury Regevoy! Deering: Jedi Master Brury Regevoy. Chief Torosyan: I'm going to throw up. [Dr. Lillian Lillihammer is sitting in her office in the Memetics and Countermemetics Section. She receives a call at her terminal, and answers it.] Dr. Lillihammer: What? Dr. Wettle: Brury Regevoy! Dr. Lillihammer: …what? Dr. Wettle: You missed the briefing! Brury Regevoy. I interviewed a guy named Brury Regevoy. Dr. Lillihammer: You don't need to tell me every time you do something, Willie. Whole days pass where I don't need confirmation that you're still alive. [Dr. Lillihammer suddenly frowns.] Dr. Wettle: Ah, here it goes. Dr. Lillihammer: You imbecile. Dr. Wettle: What? [Dr. Lillihammer shuts off the call, and walks out of her office. She enters the cognitive decontamination tunnel separating M&C from the remainder of the Site, and taps several commands into a panel next to the door. Over the course of the next ten minutes Dr. Lillihammer observes a series of glowing symbols on the walls, floor and ceiling in precise sequence, listens to several overlaid audio files, engages in deep breathing exercises and subjects herself to flashing lights. She then returns to her office, and issues a Site-wide alert from her terminal.] Addendum 5524-2, Aftermath: Within one hour Dr. Lillihammer had successfully developed memetic inoculants for SCP-5524, retroactively classified as BRAINWORM Protocol, and disseminated the relevant materials to all Site personnel. PoI-5524-1 and his two partners were remanded to Site-06-3 for permanent detainment, their speech henceforth considered a Class-A cognitohazard. Dr. Blank consulted with PoI-382, Foundation-allied memeticist Thilo Zwist. PoI-382 confirmed that the three individuals captured in the raid were giftschreiber, memeticists opposed to the SCP Foundation's stabilization of consensus normalcy. Investigation into their motives for attacking Site-43 is ongoing. Addendum 5524-3, Subsequent Activity: The recovery of another giftschreiber agent on 19 February 2021 exposed Dr. Lillihammer to what may have been a second instance of SCP-5524. Whether because of prior exposure to "Brury Regevoy," because of an inherent flaw in this new instance's memetic makeup, or because the name was not actually cognitohazardous, "Mezza Succepsim" failed to provoke an equivalent crisis at Site-43. BRAINWORM Protocol Memetics and Countermemetics, Site-43 Individuals infected with SCP-5524 must immediately carry out the following instructions in full: SUBVERT — Recite the following non-anomalous names ten times each to undermine SCP-5524's memetic effectiveness: "Spudge M'Gursky," "Gibble Gobblegar," "Spuzz Frumpkin"; CLEAR — Listen to one of the following pieces of music in its entirety as a mental "palate cleanse": the theme to DuckTales (Mark Mueller, 1986), "Witch Doctor" (Cartoons, 1998), or "Temporary Secretary" (Paul McCartney, 1980); PREVENT — Repeat aloud any or all of the following non-anomalous words to prevent SCP-5524 relapse: "Jabberwocky," "Iditarod," "Shawinigan." « SCP-5416 | Words of Power and Poison | The Lamest Story Never Told » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5524" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5524. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5525 | safe | Item #: SCP-5525 Special Containment Procedures: In accordance with GOC Resolution 206 and Overseer Mandate BINGO FREMONT, the Foundation is responsible for maintaining the underwater blockade around SCP-5525. Enforcement of the blockade is assigned to Naval Task Force Chi-11 ("Neptune's Nightmare"), consisting of 12 Cerberus-class submarines1 and the support ships SCPS Lunatic Leap and SCPS Daring Dash, with additional fire support from the GOC surface combat vessels Iron Hand and Silver Fist. Chi-11 is tasked with preventing any other vessels, including those of the Foundation or allied Groups of Interest, from approaching within fifteen nautical miles of the outer perimeter of SCP-5525. Chi-11 is authorized to use all force necessary to dissuade, interdict, or destroy vessels attempting to enter or exit this containment zone. Any modifications to the parameters of the blockade around SCP-5525, aside from those related to force composition, require the approval of the GOC Council of 108 and the Foundation Overseer Council. In emergency situations, provisional modifications may be approved by a jointly-issued order of Assistant Director "Telemachus" and O5-03. At this time, the Office of the Undersecretary-General of the Global Occult Coalition is engaged in diplomatic talks with representatives of the United States Government in an attempt to negotiate the return of all artifacts removed from SCP-5525 prior to the establishment of current containment procedures. Description: SCP-5525 is the ruins and remains of a city constructed approximately 6000 years ago by a species of alternative hominids (provisionally classified as Homo sapiens aquarius, codeword designation AQUARIAN DISCO). AQUARIAN DISCO possessed a heavily insular but scientifically advanced civilization, with technologies far beyond the current human state-of-the-art. One or more items of paratechnology employed by AQUARIAN DISCO is known to be responsible for the destruction of their civilization and the transportation of SCP-5525 to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. Despite its current location, large sections of the structure remain airtight and capable of supporting human life. Further information about the culture and technology of AQUARIAN DISCO is classified L5/5525. In 1944, SCP-5525 was discovered by the submarine USS Dragonet during its initial shakedown cruise. At the time, the sailors aboard Dragonet mistakenly recorded the structure as a natural underwater feature in the ship's log. Later examination of the submarine's logs by naval intelligence officers uncovered inconsistencies between reported observations and recorded data, which prompted a mission to examine the area more closely using a surface trawler. Sonar readings taken by this trawler revealed the extent of SCP-5525, and confirmed that it was not a natural structure; further operations involving SCP-5525 were thereupon transferred to the Department of Defense Paranatural Warfare Command2, and all information regarding the structure was classified. The Pentagram performed a number of surveys of SCP-5525 in the period between 1944 and 1963, although no attempts were made to explore the interior of the structure, owing to its extreme depth. In 1963, an attempt was made to reach SCP-5525 by USS Thresher, resulting in the loss of the submarine with all crew. After this, no further attempts were made to explore SCP-5525 until 1979. In 1979, the Pentagram took ownership of the DSRV-3 Merlin, a deep sea submersible outfitted with numerous paratechnologies that would allow it to operate safely and secretly at extreme depths, including that of SCP-5525. Following initial operations where it was used to excavate several wrecks from the Seventh Occult War, Merlin was retasked for use in exploring SCP-5525. Merlin succeeded in reaching the structure and gaining access, whereupon the Pentagram began a major archeological operation aimed at finding and recovering any remaining functional artifacts. Based on what is known of AQUARIAN DISCO technology, any objects recovered by the Pentagram would likely be considered Thaumiel-class artifacts if possessed by the Foundation3. The Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition became aware of SCP-5525 and the Pentagram's activities following the destruction of St. Jeremiah4, which resulted from the inadvertent activation of an AQUARIAN DISCO artifact during an attempt to remove it from the structure. In simultaneous emergency sessions, the Overseer Council and the Council of 108 both agreed on the necessity of preventing further access to SCP-5525, and the desirability of recovering the artifacts that had already been removed from it. Working through the channels provided by Article 13 of the Köln Agreement, the Foundation and the GOC quickly established a set of joint containment protocols, with the Foundation taking responsibility for the blockade of SCP-5525. Nearby naval assets5 were immediately retasked to perform initial containment while a dedicated task force was assembled. Addendum — Initial Exploration: After the destruction of St. Jeremiah, but before the establishment of the containment zone, American forces temporarily withdrew from SCP-5525 to monitor the structure for possible aftershocks. Despite the potential hazards, authorization was granted for a single reconnaissance mission to explore the interior of the structure before it could be reoccupied by the United States. Mobile Task Force Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") and Assessment Team 781 ("Pyramidions") were dispatched to survey SCP-5525 and determine the extent of the Pentagram's activities. Most of what is currently known about AQUARIAN DISCO and their culture was discovered during this expedition. In addition to gathering valuable information about AQUARIAN DISCO, the survey team found that the Pentagram had located an armory or storeroom on one of the lower levels, which had then become the focus of recovery operations. This portion of SCP-5525 had experienced moderate structural damage and undergone a partial collapse before it was discovered, forcing the Pentagram to spend time on excavations; at the time containment was established, only 20% of the storeroom had been uncovered, from which many artifacts had not yet been removed. Documents found at the site indicate that the Pentagram had prioritized recovering those objects which could most easily be weaponized. Among the remaining artifacts was the weapon believed to have destroyed St. Jeremiah, which has been classified as SCP-5525-Antilles. The Pentagram had found SCP-5525-Antilles buried within the debris and had succeeded in excavating it, but accidentally activated it while attempting to move it. An inscription on the object, thought to be a name or identifier, was tentatively translated as "Null Divider"6. Other than this inscription, the only other significant external feature of SCP-5525-Antilles is a touch-screen interface displaying a detailed map of the Earth's surface7, which is used for targeting the device. Addendum — Removed Artifacts: In the wake of Incident INSIDE BASEBALL, the storeroom where SCP-5525-Antilles was found was fully excavated, and a thorough examination of the contents performed. After comparing the results with inventory lists inside the storeroom, the following artifacts were found to have been removed from SCP-5525: Translated Name Codeword Status Null Divider Antilles Contained Timeless Mirror Byzantine Under observation Empty Hive Columbia Unknown Darkness Visible Dominion Unknown Lightless Flame Exodus Unknown Void Furnace Frontier Unknown Perfect Cold Gehenna Unknown Abyss Well Hibernia Unknown Dead Mind Ichabod Unknown Infinite Point Jericho Unknown Crystal Number Kronstadt Unknown False Moon Lorelei Unknown While some of these artifacts may have been lost or destroyed, it is believed that most are currently in the custody of the Pentagram. Efforts are ongoing to locate and recover these missing artifacts. Addendum — Incident INSIDE BASEBALL: On 1979-12-30, shortly after the survey team was dispatched, and while the containment zone was still being established, elements of the US 13th Fleet began to approach SCP-5525. After repeated directives to turn back were ignored, the situation escalated into a full-scale naval engagement. T+0m: The lead ship of the 13th Fleet, the destroyer USS Thomas Lynch Jr., enters the fifteen nautical mile containment zone. Captain Redmond Hadaway of Silver Fist orders his ship to open fire on Thomas Lynch Jr. T+1m: USS Thomas Lynch Jr. and its escorts return fire. GOC surface combat vessel Brass Knuckle begins moving forwards to screen SCPS Jack Jumped. T+3m: SCPS Jack Jumped and SCPS Lunatic Leap begin deploying their aircraft wings. The two ships carry a total of 18 fixed-wing V/STOL aircraft between them. T+9m: Silver Fist scores a direct hit against the forward magazine of USS Thomas Lynch Jr., resulting in a series of catastrophic internal explosions that cause the destroyer to break in half. T+15m: Brass Knuckle completes its move to screen SCPS Jack Jumped. T+29m: Submarine SCPS Fish Food is hit by a depth charge and sunk. T+36m: Aircraft from SCPS Lunatic Leap succeed in disabling the cruiser USS Tempe. T+43m: A missile salvo from the cruiser USS Mountain Meadows destroys the entire wing of aircraft from SCPS Lunatic Leap. Lunatic Leap begins to withdraw. T+55m: Aircraft from SCPS Jack Jumped release an aerial dispersion of amnestic gas over USS Mountain Meadows, causing general confusion and chaos which allow Silver Fist to destroy the cruiser's bridge and engines. T+61m: Thaumatologists aboard Silver Fist attempt to apportate a strike team onto the bridge of the 13th Fleet flagship, USS Carl Hayden. The working is disrupted by psychics aboard Carl Hayden, and the resulting backlash damages the engines of Silver Fist, putting it out of action. T+73m: All of the water within forty-five feet of Silver Fist turns into lemon pudding. T+79m: Brass Knuckle loses its forward battery. Captain Thomas Griffith orders the ship to close to small arms range. T+88m: Most of the bridge crew of Brass Knuckle, including Captain Griffith, are killed by a Pentagram psychic. Lieutenant Carter Hager assumes command of the ship. T+92m: Thaumatologists aboard Silver Fist make a second attempt to apportate onto USS Carl Hayden, this time successfully transporting a pouch of live grenades into the bridge. The resulting explosion eliminates the Pentagram combat psychics. T+96m: Submarine SCPS Surf Screen is hit by a depth charge and disabled. Captain David Deford orders an emergency ballast tank blow, causing Surf Screen to surface directly underneath the destroyer USS William Williams. Both vessels sink as a result. T+99m: Fires break out in the main engine room of Brass Knuckle, temporarily disabling propulsion. T+105m: Fires aboard Brass Knuckle spread to the auxiliary engine room. The ship loses all remaining propulsion. T+112m: Brass Knuckle begins to rapidly sink. Lieutenant Hager gives the order to abandon ship. T+127m: Brass Knuckle is sunk. SCPS Jack Jumped begins taking heavy fire. T+135m: Believing that the battle might soon be lost otherwise, Captain Winona Chevalier of SCPS Jack Jumped requests permission to activate SCP-5525-Antilles. T+137m: In light of the rapidly deteriorating tactical situation, O5-03 unilaterally authorizes the emergency deployment of SCP-5525-Antilles for use against the US 13th Fleet. This decision will later be upheld by a full vote of the Overseer Council after the incident. T+138m: The US 13th Fleet ceases to exist. For the next two days, the US Government, through the Unusual Incidents Unit, continued to communicate with the Foundation and the GOC via regular channels, while ignoring inquiries about the incident. No change in American strategic posture was observed, although the Foundation raised its own alert levels at all North American sites in preparation for a possible counterstrike. On 1980-01-01, President James Carter issued a communication to the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition, apologizing for Incident INSIDE BASEBALL and disavowing the existence of the 13th Fleet. No mention was or has since been made of the destruction of St. Jeremiah, nor of the artifacts removed from SCP-5525. Footnotes 1. SCPS Guardian, SCPS Monitor, SCPS Watcher, SCPS Leviathan's Eye, SCPS Kraken's Maw, SCPS Tide Seer, SCPS Mirror Gaze, SCPS Storm Surge, SCPS Wave Whisper, SCPS Squid, SCPS Calamari, and SCPS Plato. 2. Colloquially referred to as the Pentagram. 3. The GOC classifies such technologies as Hyper-TanGenT, and forbids their operational use without prior approval from the Undersecretary-General. 4. Formerly an island in the Caribbean, comprising the sovereign state of Free Jeremiah, with a population of almost 15,000 people. 5. The Foundation mothership carriers SCPS Jack Jumped and SCPS Lunatic Leap, with their aircraft wings and three Cerberus-class submarines, and the GOC surface combat vessels Brass Knuckle and Silver Fist. 6. Alternative proposed translations include "Division Of Nothing", "Division Of Zero", "Zero Division", and "Nothing Undivided". 7. Which appears to update in real-time. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5525" by GreenWolf, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5525. 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-5526 | esoteric-class | close Info X SCP/VNP/ISM/FBG-5526: The Conquerer/The Blade of a Warrior/Wither and Bloom/Parasitic Plaugecrafter Take a trip throughout just a few of the many alternative Foundations, piecing together a mystery that spans the multiverse. 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SCP-5527 | safe | by J Dune SCP-5527 - X Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5527 Level5 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5527, beached on Bintan Island, Indonesia Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-02 REDACTED REDACTED N/A SCP-5527 in storage at Site-02 Special Containment Procedures: The remaining mass of SCP-5527 is to be kept in a refrigerated container at Site-02's morgue. Further consumption of SCP-5527 is prohibited. Description: SCP-5527 is a whale carcass, the innards of which resemble human physiology that has been augmented in a way to complement SCP-5527's shape and size. Various musculature and tissue inside SCP-5527, when applied to a living creature, would be rendered nonfunctional or otherwise superfluous in an aquatic environment. Aside from a thick layer of fat surrounding its innards and the size of such, SCP-5527's anatomy— including skeletal structure, musculature, and the locations of internal organs— is identical to that of a human. Carbon dating techniques have revealed that SCP-5527 is approximately 30,000 years old. Despite this, SCP-5527 has not been observed to deteriorate beyond its present state. Traces of decayed ink have been observed on SCP-5527's left iliac artery. Material derived from SCP-5527 will, upon consumption, allow for the ability to breathe in aquatic environments. This effect has been observed to last for up to 12 hours, and is otherwise poorly understood. All DNA strands taken from SCP-5527 have been degraded beyond the point of analysis. Addendum.5527.1: Discovery SCP-5527 was found on 2021/01/01 when it washed ashore on Bintan Island, Indonesia, in front of a private estate belonging to Overseer Council member O5-12, who had been residing there at the time. Upon request, SCP-5527 was transferred to Site-021 for research purposes. Addendum.5527.2: Testing Log + Collected Information - WE SWAM IN A SEA WE KNEW TO BE EMPTY Test #: 01 Subject: One Peromyscus leucopus (white mouse) Notes: Subject was prompted to consume a piece of SCP-5527's brain matter. Following consumption, it was placed in a small cage before being lowered into a tank of water. Results: Subject remained underwater for 4 hours before expiring. Signs of distress were observed throughout the process. Test #: 07 Subject: Researcher Avalon Notes: Subject was instructed to consume a piece of SCP-5527's pectoral tissue. Following consumption, subject was placed in a cage fitted with a safety system, and submerged in a body of water. Results: Subject remained underwater for one hour before signalling for the cage to be raised. Aside from initial difficulties adjusting to breathing in both environments, no signs of distress or discomfort were observed. Researcher Avalon was promptly interviewed and asked to describe her experience. An excerpt of her writing can be found below. You lose all sense of who you are and where you are. When I was told I only lasted an hour, I didn't know how to respond. It felt like weeks. Like I fell asleep and dreamed for a month straight. At the same time, it wasn't dreaming. I was cognizant of what was happening, and I could reflect on things as clearly as I could see them in front of me. I relived my life a hundred times. Every regret, moment of bliss, and even the perspectives of those around me. I fixated on the parts of myself I don't like to think about. The whole time, there was a stinging feeling in the back of my neck that told me I was doing something wrong, or that I'm still doing something wrong. Following the interview, Researcher Avalon requested amnesticization, which was denied in order to further observe the effects of consuming SCP-5527. Test #: 010 Subject: One copy of children's book The Cat in the Hat, written by Dr. Seuss Notes: Subject was chosen due to a lack of water present in the narrative. Subject was forced to consume a piece of SCP-5527's tailbone through an anomalous process involving SCP-████ and was then submerged for a half hour. Results: Upon review, the central narrative of this copy of The Cat in the Hat had changed entirely. A summary can be found below. The story begins in a house of 12 unnamed, nondescript children, who express boredom with their current situation. A loud noise is heard from the basement, and the character of the Cat in the Hat emerges from the cellar door. He promises to show the children ways to occupy themselves, but the children's pet fish objects. The Cat laughs, and removes the fish from its bowl. He replaces the bowl's water with a liquid he pours from underneath his hat. Upon reintroducing the fish to the bowl, it drowns. The children, now ecstatic without the presence of the sole supervising force in their lives, begin to vandalize the house, breaking objects and drawing on walls, among other destructive activities. The Cat offers to retrieve two beings, referred to as the "Things", from the basement to assist with the destruction. The children become immediately frightened— some to the point of tears— and beg the Cat to "leave [the Things] where they belong". As the Cat continues to threaten the children with going into the basement, an obscured figure is seen approaching the house from outside the window. The children realize the mess they've made, and panic. The Cat takes pleasure in their distress, and retreats into the basement. The obscured figure opens the front door, and the children begin to run. The book ends with a question posed to the reader; "What would you do if you could know the truth?" Further testing regarding SCP-5527 has been prohibited at the request of the O5 Council. Addendum.5527.3: Incident-5527 + Collected Information - WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE CAREFUL Incident Log Date: 2021/01/12 At 00:25, Overseer Council member O5-12 accessed SCP-5527's containment locker and proceeded to consume a large amount of its innards, including the entirety of its brain, heart, eyes, and skeleton. Following this, O5-12 proceeded to her residence on Bintar Island, where SCP-5527 had been discovered. Surveillance cameras reveal that O5-12 entered the nearby body of water and swam out to an indeterminate length, where it is assumed she submerged herself to the point of drowning. After a search effort, O5-12's corpse was recovered on 2021/01/24. It was found embedded in the seabed, partially buried under sand. Various lacerations and markings were observed on the cadaver, as well as its clothing. A search of O5-12's residence recovered the following document, hastily composed on a napkin following her consumption of SCP-5527. Wow! We should be ashamed of ourselves. This is what we deserve. After popular demand, we've brought back a brand new set of Little Misters, a limited edition collection from Dr. Wondertainment! Isn't that fun? Find them all and become the Brand New Mr. Collector! 00. Mr. Prologue 01. Mr. Dark 02. Mr. Remembrance 03. Mr. Toxic 04. Mr. Collector 05. Mx. Voltage 06. ██. Gears 07. Mr. Memory 08. Mr. Nobody 09. Mr. Brainy 10. Ms. Seraph 11. Mr. Chronal and Mr. Dimension 12. Mr. Fish ✔ 13. Mr. Epilogue 14. Mr. Redd (Discontinued) Research efforts into the context of this document, and the name "Dr. Wondertainment" remain active. Footnotes 1. An unlisted facility staffed exclusively by high-ranking Foundation personnel, used to store and research anomalies of the highest sensitivity to Foundation security. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5527" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5527. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5528 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-5528 Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter has been established around SCP-5528 and is to be manned by a rotating staff of 10 Foundation guards. Under no circumstances should Foundation personnel with clearance level 3 or lower enter SCP-5528. However, despite clearance level, MTF Lambda-5 (“White Rabbits”) has been given express permission to enter SCP-5528 when they deem it necessary, given that each agent has proved to be sound of body and mind. If any of the following occurrences are seen, heard or felt by either the current staff or Lambda-5, it should be reported to the active site director of Site-78 immediately: A feminine voice coming from within SCP-5528 A figure standing in the second floor window Shadows with too many limbs Human and inhuman screaming, coming from within SCP-5528 Bodies of members of the GOC, hanging from their necks on trees surrounding SCP-5528 Cognitohazards manifesting on SCP-5528 and local fauna1 A figure beckoning you into the woods, away from SCP-5528. She says you’re not supposed to be here. Pay it no mind. Good little soldiers follow orders Description: SCP-5528 is the structure currently occupying 17 Beckett Drive in Eagle Point, Oregon. The structure was previously utilized by the Global Occult Coalition’s physics division as a safe house and makeshift laboratory, before it was raided by a Foundation strike team in 1972. The raid was successful, resulting in 5 casualties, all GOC. Based on evidence gathered from the raid, it can be concluded that the GOC’s physics division was researching and experimenting with very basic forms of Scranton Reality. SCP-5528 was discovered by the Foundation in 1970, when hotspots of increasingly low and high Hume levels were noted appearing in and around Eagle Point. After the raid, the building was quarantined by the Foundation under the guise of an infestation of mold. A chain link fence was set around the perimeter of the building. On April 7th, 2017, SCP-5528 was broken into by 4 individuals. The individuals in question owned and ran a YouTube channel called “Grave Misfortune”, in which the group would visit supposedly haunted locations across Oregon and record themselves exploring said location while providing their audience with a brief history of why it’s considered to be haunted. The log below is a transcription of the group’s exploration of SCP-5528, found on a video recorder abandoned on the ground outside of the anomaly. + Transcript-5528 (4/7/17) - Hide DATE: 4 / 7 / 2017 Persons of Interest: Thomas Brooks, Rana Adel, Ryan Connors, Amelia Mason [BEGIN LOG] Video starts with the camera aimed towards the dirt. Voices can be heard out of frame. R.Connors: …you sure about this? This shit looks pretty serious. T.Brooks: Relax, dude. It’s a fence. There’s not even any wire at the top! If someone didn’t want us in here, they would’ve tried a little harder to keep people out. R.Connors: Yeah, but didn’t you say this was some government shit? Like, how much trouble could we get in if we’re caught? T.Brooks: Nobody’s been here in, like, 40 years. Trust me, we’re good. R.Adel: Speaking of, why’d they even shut this place down anyway? Looks like a normal enough house to me. T.Brooks: I don’t know, something about mold. R.Connors: I-It was quarantined, right? Is it safe? Like, are we gonna get sick, or something? T.Brooks: No, we should be fine. All the mold’s probably dead by now. R.Adel: Is that how mold works? T.Brooks: It is now. R.Adel: Good enough for me. So, what’re we looking at here? You were pretty cryptic on the drive over. T.Brooks: Rumor has it some cultists used to use this house for rituals. The government busted ‘em in the 70’s and quarantined the place. It’s pretty standard stuff. People heard screaming coming from inside, so now people think it’s haunted. R.Adel: Spooky. R.Connors: After this, can we do, like, a haunted water park or something? I’m sick of all this religious shit. T.Brooks: Sure, Con. Next we can visit the local haunted Six Flags. Now go get the spirit box2 from the truck. R.Connors: Yeah, yeah… T.Brooks: Rana, you got the fog machine? R.Adel: Yup. T.Brooks: And your costume? R.Adel: Yup. T.Brooks: Good. Amy, you got the GoPros? The camera lifts up, putting Brooks and Adel into view. A.Mason: Huh? T.Brooks: The GoPros, do you- are you recording? A.Mason: Uhhh… T.Brooks: Dammit, Amy, what did I tell you about doing that? A.Mason: Relax, Tom. We can just cut this out. T.Brooks: Look, I just don’t like it. Wait ‘til we get inside to start recording. A.Mason: Sure, whatever. T.Brooks: Thank you. So, do you have the other cameras? Video cuts. Video returns. The camera is pointed towards Brooks, now standing inside of SCP-5528. T.Brooks: -it really mold that shut down the infamous Beckett House? Or could something far more… sinister… be at hand? Make sure to watch the whole video to find out! …Cut. Brooks swipes a hand across his neck. The camera points at the floor. T.Brooks: Alright, let’s get started. Rana, go get your costume and makeup on and wait by the master bedroom upstairs. Ryan, you got the second floor. Put some cameras in each room. Two pairs of footsteps can be heard walking away. T.Brooks: Amy, you got the first floor. You can just hang out ‘til we need you. Lemme see the camera. The camera is moved, view still aimed on the floor. A.Mason: What do you need it for? T.Brooks: I’m gonna walk around, get some B-roll. You can come, or just hang out here. A.Mason: I’ll just chill here. T.Brooks: Alright, just don’t go down to the basement ‘til we’re all ready, yeah? That’s where the sighting is gonna be, so we’ll need you on cam. A.Mason: Got it. The camera cuts. The video returns with Brooks propping it up in what appears to be a bedroom. The door is open behind him. Brooks pulls out his phone. Footsteps can be heard approaching the room, as a figure appears in the door frame. Brooks turns. T.Brooks: …Rana? What’re you doing? The figure stays silent, staring at Brooks. T.Brooks: Could you find the master bedroom? The figure remains silent, staring at Brooks. T.Brooks: I’m pretty sure you just passed it. The figure remains silent, staring at Brooks. T.Brooks: …Go set up the fog machine, alright? We’ll meet you there in a bit. The figure walks past the door, leaving the view of the camera. It stares at Brooks as it walks past. Brooks looks into the camera for one minute. He puts his phone back into his pocket, sighs, and the camera cuts. Video returns in static in the same position it was last shut off. Brooks can be seen sitting on a bed. Adel walks into the room. R.Adel: Hey, uh, Tom? T.Brooks: Rana? What’re you doing here, I thought I told you to wait in the master bedroom for me. R.Adel: Yeah, uh- T.Brooks: And why’d you take the costume off, we’re gonna need it for the basement scene. R.Adel: That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Could you just, uh… Brooks gets up from the bed and walks towards Adel. T.Brooks: Hey, are you alright? Is something wrong? R.Adel: Just come with me for a second. T.Brooks: Oh, alright then. The two start walking out of the room. Adel turns around and pokes her head back into the room. R.Adel: And bring the camera. T.Brooks: What, why? R.Adel: Just come on. You’ll see. Brooks takes the camera and follows Adel out of the room. They walk down a hallway, with the camera aimed at the floor. R.Adel: Alright, be quiet. T.Brooks: What are you- R.Adel: Shhhhh! T.Brooks: Alright, alright! R.Adel: Get the camera in there, and just listen. T.Brooks: The bathroom? Why- R.Adel: Just do it! T.Brooks: Fine. The camera view changes to the inside of a bathroom. A figure stands in front of the mirror, whispering. R.Connors: Once upon a time, a discovery was made. It was by a little girl, yes, but the world in the hands of a child is but a lump of clay, ready to be molded and morphed in every which way. This child saw into the void, peered into its bottomless infinity. And it looked back. With eyes of emerald, it molded and morphed the girl like the world in the hands of a child. When she came back, she was different. Her whispers carried weight and her mind unfurled and blossomed, far past any before her and able to see past whatever common convictions she once held so close. The time is now. The time is now. The time is now. The time is- Brooks places the camera on the ground. He can be seen walking into the room. T.Brooks: Con? What the hell are you doing? R.Connors: Tom, what’re you doing here? I thought we were meeting in the basement. Adel lifts the camera off of the floor. She remains outside the room. T.Brooks: We were… why are you in costume? I thought we agreed it was gonna be Rana. R.Connors: …we did? T.Brooks: Yeah. Are you feeling alright? You were saying some crazy shit. Was that a backstory, or something? Some lore we could throw in the video? R.Connors: I… sure, I guess. Hey, I’m gonna go outside and get some air. I’m feeling a bit light-headed. T.Brooks: Yeah. Just leave the costume by the stairs. Connors walks out of the room and stops in front of Adel, who aims the camera at him. He stares into the lens for approximately thirty-five seconds before continuing down the hallway and out of sight. Brooks exits the bathroom shortly after. R.Adel: See what I mean? T.Brooks: I guess so. I mean, we all know Connors’ not… the most adventurous guy. He’s probably just a little spooked. I think after this we could all use a little vacation. R.Adel: Whatever you say. Let’s just get this over with and get out of here. Brooks laughs. T.Brooks: Rana… are you scared? R.Adel: What? No. Fuck off. Video cuts. Video returns, the camera aimed at Brooks and Adel. They are on the first floor. T.Brooks: Alright. The GoPros and mics are set up, so I think we’re ready to head downstairs. Amy, the cameras working? No problems? A.Mason: Yup, looks all good. T.Brooks: Perfect. Rana, you go down and get ready. You know the signal? R.Adel: Yeah. Where’d you want me again? T.Brooks: Just behind a corner or something. Somewhere you can pop out. R.Adel: Got it. The camera turns and follows Adel as she opens the basement door and walks down, closing it behind her. T.Brooks: Amy, you seen Con anywhere? A.Mason: Uh, yeah. I think he’s still outside. Just on the deck. T.Brooks: Alright. I’ll be right back. Brooks walks out of frame. For the one minute and thirty-four seconds he is gone, the camera does not move. When he reenters with Connors, the camera moves to face them. T.Brooks: -need bug spray or something? R.Connors: No. I’m fine. T.Brooks: Hmmm… fine. Well, we need to get down and start filming. Rana’s waiting for us. The camera follows as Brooks walks towards the basement door. The camera starts moving towards the door when Brooks looks back at Connors. T.Brooks: Con, what’s the hold- fuck! The camera turns to Connors. He is taking his shirt off, scratching at small, red marks on his arms. R.Connors: T-They won’t stop, why aren’t they stopping! T.Brooks: Christ… Amy, do we have any cream or something? Do we even have any bug spray?! The camera is pointed at the floor. A.Mason: I don’t know, I don’t think so! T.Brooks: Shit… Con, can you last for the rest of the shoot or do we have to leave? The camera raises. Connors is scratching his whole body, new red marks appearing across his chest. R.Connors: …leave, leave, leave, LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE- Connors regurgitates, throwing up on his chest and the floor. T.Brooks: FUCKING HELL! Alright, Amy go get Rana, we’re leaving. Connors eyes roll back into his head, as he collapses. T.Brooks: NOW! The camera moves to the basement door. A hand comes into frame and grabs the door handle, twisting it. A.Mason: Shit… it’s locked! T.Brooks: What do you mean it’s locked?! A.Mason: I mean it’s locked, it won’t open! T.Brooks: Fuck… watch out! The camera moves backward. Brooks comes into frame, ramming his shoulder into the door. T.Brooks: Come on, open! Brooks rams the door for twenty-three seconds. He stops when a wet, choking sound can be heard out of frame. Brooks looks towards Connors’ body as the camera turns. T.Brooks: …Ryan? Connors’s body begins to writhe and twist on the floor, his arms and legs bending and twisting with joints that should not exist. He scrambles and climbs to his feet. Blood begins seeping out of pores in his arms, now purple and yellow with bruises and pus. Drip drop. Drip drop. Connors charges towards the door. T.Brooks: FUCK! Brooks avoids Connors as he crashes into the door, breaking it off of its hinges and sending it along with him into the basement. A.Mason: Shit… Tom, what the fuck?! WHAT THE FUCK?! T.Brooks: I don’t know… he was fine a few minutes ago, I don’t know what happened… Both Brooks and Mason approach the empty door frame. From the basement a muffled gagging can be heard, followed by a flowing liquid and what sounds like pieces of meat hitting the floor. Everything falls silent. T.Brooks: …Rana? Con? The camera slowly approaches the door frame. A hand climbs out of the darkness, landing on a stair. The footage goes white for twelve seconds. When it returns, the camera is aimed at the ground, outside of SCP-5528. It is unclear who is holding it. They stop moving and look towards the tree line to the east of the house. The camera stops and focuses on a feminine figure standing in the woods. The figure slowly walks backwards out of sight, and the camera falls to the ground. The video stops. UPDATE Special Containment Procedures: See above. Description: SCP-5528 is an anomalous space under the structure currently occupying 17 Beckett Drive in Eagle Point, Oregon. The anomaly takes affect when anyone enters the subspace. When a person enters the anomaly, they will perceive the space as if it was 1972, directly after the Foundation raid on the house took place. The scene appears to be identical no matter who views it. Each person describes it as a laboratory, though not a very advanced one, even for its time. Scattered around the room are the bodies of three males and two females, all dead. The cause of death for each is internal bleeding. Each person is wearing a GOC lab coat, the symbol and font matching those used during the time period. Scattered around the room is also various chemicals and medical tools. However, it seems that nothing that was originally in the room can be physically interacted with, making gathering samples impossible. Due to the history of the location, Lambda-5 was chosen for an exploration of SCP-5528. + Exploration_Log-5528 - Hide Exploration Video Log Transcript Exploration Team: Lambda-5 (“White Rabbits”) Subject: SCP-5528 Team Lead: Lambda5-1 (Alpha) Team Members: Alpha / Beta / Gamma / Delta / Omega [BEGIN LOG] Alpha: Alright everyone, sound off. Sync. Beta: Sync. Gamma: Sync. Delta: Sync. Omega: And sync. Alpha: You got that, Command? We ready to go? Command: Heard you loud and clear, Alpha. We’re ready when you are. Alpha: Alright then. Approaching the anomaly. Lambda-5 moves towards SCP-5528. Omega: Here’s where they found the recorder, yeah? Beta: Yup. Alpha: We’ve all reviewed the footage, right? Delta: Yeah, I made sure everyone did. Alpha turns towards the tree line. Alpha: Stay on guard. Lambda-5 enters the house. Beta: Fucking hell… The walls and floor are caked in dried blood. A trail leads into the basement. Alpha: We’re approaching the subspace now. Can’t tell if -13 is still here or not. Command: Take your team down. Alert us if you find any signs of -1. Alpha: Roger that. Gamma: So, what’s the plan? Alpha: We’ll go down two at a time. Beta, you’re with me. Delta with Omega, and Gamma will take up the rear. Omega: Got it. Delta: Sounds good. Alpha: Come on, B. Alpha and Beta descend the staircase. The wooden stairs change to concrete about half way down. Alpha: Hmm. Delta, can I get a reading? Delta: Yeah, one sec. Delta takes out an HLR4. Delta: It’s high, really high… no wait, it’s… uh… Beta: Having some trouble? Delta: No, it just… it keeps fluctuating. High one second, low the next. I can’t get a solid reading. Alpha: Alright. Just keep an eye on it and tell me if anything changes. Delta: Will do. Alpha and Beta reach the bottom of the staircase and a metal door. Alpha: Get ready. Alpha raises the butt of his rifle and brings it down on the door handle, breaking it off. He kicks the door open and Lambda-5 enters. Gamma: What the… Alpha: Command, you seeing this? Command: Can you be more specific? Alpha: How can I be more specific? It’s a goddamn massacre! Omega, go see if there are any survivors! Omega: Right. Omega couches down in a corner of the room. He puts two fingers towards the ground, nothing is there. Command: Talk to me, Alpha. What are you seeing? Alpha: I don’t… it looks like a lab. Five are dead- Gamma: Five GOC are dead. Look at this. Alpha: Shit. Yeah, five GOC doctors it looks like are dead. Omega? Omega: No survivors. Alpha: Damn. Gamma, any of this shit look familiar to you? Gamma: This GOC insignia is different. Not the same one as today. This one hasn’t been used since the 80’s. Command: Alpha, be aware, we are not seeing what you are seeing. Alpha: So what, it’s like a hallucination? Or a temporal anomaly? Delta, you got a reading yet? Delta: Nope. Damn things still on the fritz. Alpha: Alright. Fan out, everyone. Let me know if you find anything. Gamma: Got it. Alpha moves around the room. He stops near a wooden table in the north-east corner. It is unclear what he sees. Command: Alpha, please describe what you are seeing. Alpha: Right, right. There’s a manila folder, but nothing’s in it… wait. Ichabod… what the hell is an Ichabod? Command, that mean anything to you? Command is silent. Alpha: Command? You there? Command: Yes. Sorry about that. Alpha: It’s fine. Do you know what Ichabod means? Command: …no. We’ll do some research. Please continue with your investigation. Alpha: Alright. Omega, you got a CoD on those bodies? Omega: Looks like internal bleeding, but it’s hard to tell. I’m… having trouble running a diagnostic. Alpha: Why’s that? Omega: Same reason as him. Omega points to Beta, who appears to be repeatedly grabbing air. Alpha: Beta, what’re you doing? Beta: The fuck does it look like I’m doing? I’m trying to… pick… this… up! Gamma: I don’t think you can, son. Nothing here feels very real. Alpha: I picked up that folder just fine. Gamma: Folder? What folder- Delta: Hey Alpha, get a look at this. Delta is holding up a piece of paper. It is clean, excluding the blood that has drip dropped on the corner. Alpha: What is it? Delta: Looks like a note. Delta clears her throat. Delta: Once upon a time, there was an experiment. An experiment of heights and depths, of peaks and valleys. An experiment to test how sturdy the fabric really was. How much it could be pushed and pulled before giving. Mistakes were made and things were changed. But you can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs. Limits were tested and found. The fabric was stretched and pulled and cut and stitched back together. It took a while, but acceptance was reached and equilibrium was achieved. I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt them. They wouldn’t leave. Beta: Christ… Delta: Yeah. What do you think, Alpha? Alpha stares at the floor for eleven seconds before responding. Alpha: I think we should leave. We have all we came here for. Gamma: I agree. Don’t think there’s anything more for us here. Omega: Alright then. Alpha: Command. We’re coming up. We got all we could. Command: Roger. We’ll have the tech guys review the footage, see if they can pick up on anything. Alpha walks back up the stairs into the house, followed by the rest of Lambda-5. As they approach their van, Alpha turns to look back towards the house. A feminine figure is standing the door frame. It’s smiling. Alpha stares. Delta: Alpha? You alright? Alpha stares for twenty-three seconds more before turning around and counting to walk towards the van. Alpha: Yes. Let’s get back. Video cuts. [END LOG] UPDATE: Special Containment Procedures: All members of MTF Lambda-5 have been quarantined in separate humanoid containment chambers. They are not to be released until the investigation is complete. Description: SCP-5528 is either one, or all members of Lambda-5. When they returned from 17 Beckett Drive, their Hume levels were taken and shown to be rapidly fluctuating, matching that of the signature inside the house. No additional information could be gathered when reviewing the footage of the exploration. Researcher Cassidy Moon was assigned to head the investigation. Below are logs of his interviews with each member of Lambda-5. + Interview-1 (Beta) - Hide Interviewed: Lambda5-2 (Beta) Interviewer: Cassidy Moon <Begin Log> Moon: Hey, Beta. Please take a seat. Beta: This is fucking ridiculous. Moon: Why do you think that? Beta: Because I’m not a goddamn freak and I won’t stay in that cell for another hour. Moon: Unfortunately, until the investigation is complete, you’re going to have to. Beta: Then let’s get this over with. Ask me whatever you want. Moon: Perfect. What happened in the subspace below 17 Beckett Drive? Beta: Oh come on, you saw the video. Moon: Indulge me. Beta: Fine. We went down, hallucinated some dead GOC doctors, found a creepy note then left. Moon: Yes, the note. Do you notice anything… strange about it? Beta: Like what? Moon: That’s classified. Beta: Fuck off, Moon. I can’t answer your questions if I don’t know what I’m looking for. Moon: Hmm. Fine. We’re currently reviewing the footage for any cognitohazards that could have been hidden in the note. Beta: Well stop looking. There were none. Moon: How can you be so sure? Beta: I’ve been affected by cognitohazards before. I know what they feel like, how they squirm their way into your brain. There were none in that note. Moon: I was afraid you’d say that. Beta: Why? Moon: Because if it’s not a cognitohazard, it’s something… else. Beta: Like what? Moon: I really can’t tell you. Beta: Fine. Suit yourself. Beta stands up and walks towards the door. Moon: Wait, I wasn’t fin- Beta: Look. If you're suspicious of anyone, it should be Alpha. Guy’s had his head in the clouds ever since we got back. Beta exits the room. Moon looks into the camera in the corner. Moon: Alright. Send in Gamma. + Interview-2 (Gamma) - Hide Interviewed: Lambda5-3 (Gamma) Interviewer: Cassidy Moon <Begin Log> Gamma enters the room and takes a seat. Gamma: Alright. Let’s get this over with. Moon: Uh, sure. Let’s. Gamma: I’ll start off by saying that we all saw the same thing. So there’s no point in asking me what I think happened. Moon shuffles some papers in his hands. Moon: Ooookay, we’ll start with the basics then. How long have you been with the Foundation? Gamma: Before you were born. Moon: Hm. So it’s fair to say that you’ve seen a lot? Gamma: More than anyone else on my squad, that’s for sure. Moon: Okay. Let’s talk about the note. Gamma: Look, Moon. We both want the same thing, right? Moon: And what would that be? Gamma: To be done with all this and move on with our lives. Moon: And how would you propose we do that? Gamma: We talk about the only thing that matters. Ichabod. Moon: I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re- Gamma: Don’t pull that crap with me. I was there. Ichabod, The Campaign, The Green Winter, whatever you want to call it. I was there. Moon: Wha- how? Ichabod started in the 1970’s, how could- Gamma shrugs. Gamma: I caught the tail end. How did you learn about it? Moon: I guess there’s no point in secrecy. Moon sighs. Moon: When you work in my field, it’s important to know the history. Gamma: So. What’re we going to do about this? Moon: I don’t know. We’re working on it. Gamma leans forward. Gamma: Do you even know what it is? Moon: We have some ideas. Gamma stands and starts walking towards the door. Gamma: Well. Let me give you some advice. If you do find out, kill it. Cause if anything from The Campaign is still alive… God help us all. Gamma leaves. Moon: You can’t just go! I haven’t even asked you any, aaaand he’s gone. Perfect. + Interview-3 (Delta) - Hide Interviewed: Lambda5-3 (Delta) Interviewer: Cassidy Moon <Begin Log> Delta walks in and takes a seat. Moon: Delta. How are you holding up? Delta: Oh, I’m fine. A little shaken up, but… fine. Moon: Good. Delta: Hey, have you spoken to Alpha yet? I’m worried about him. Moon: No. Actually, he’s right after you. But what has you worried? Delta: I don’t know, he’s just been a bit… off. Ever since we got back. Moon: Hmm. Beta said the same thing. Delta: We’ve been working with him for a while, you know. And by no means is this the worst thing we’ve encountered on the job. Moon: So what seems to be the problem? Delta: I don’t know, maybe I’m just paranoid. He’s been quieter than usual. He’s not the most talkative guy, sure, but he usually has something to say. But… he’s just been quiet. Oh, but the mumbling! He’s been mumbling a lot too. Moon: Does he say anything specific? Delta: It’s hard to tell, we were separated as soon as we got back. Moon: I understand. I’ll be sure to bring it up with him. Delta: Would you? I just want to make sure he’s okay. Moon: I will. Now, can we talk about the Hume readings you got inside of the house? Delta shrugs. Delta: There’s nothing much to say. I couldn’t get a solid reading. It was constantly changing. Moon: Do you have any idea why the Hume level seemed to… follow you back? Delta: Well, I was doing some research on this kinda stuff before we were locked up. I call it ‘Hume Residue’. Moon: Could you explain? Delta: It basically says that when an area has a very high or low Hume level, or has been touched by an entity with a very high or low Hume level, it could rub off on things around it. Moon: Meaning? Delta: Meaning the high or low state of reality in the house could have rubbed off on us. Moon: So you’re saying it spreads? What, like a virus? Delta sighs and stand up. Delta: I guess, for lack of a better term. Moon: Hey, where are you- Delta: Make sure Alpha’s alright, yeah? I’ll see you later, Moon. Delta leaves the room. Moon: I swear, if one more person leaves before I’m done- Once upon a time, she was discovered. Don't know how, but by the time she realized, it was too late. They wanted her for her whispers and she was just along for the ride. They said she was a good little girl and she would be a good little soldier too. They wanted her to kill. Kill her brothers and kill her sisters. And she almost did, was almost lost to the conscious unconscious. They saved her, the protectors. But she was already gone. + Interview-4 (Alpha) - Hide Interviewed: Lambda5-1 (Alpha) Interviewer: Cassidy Moon <Begin Log> Alpha enters. Moon: Alpha. Please, take a seat. Alpha sits. Moon: Your team is pretty worried about you. Alpha: Yeah. I know. Moon: Say you seem distracted. Alpha: I guess I am a bit. Moon: Well, try to relax. I’m just going to ask you a few questions. Alpha: Alright. Moon: Let’s see… what happened when you and your team encountered 5528? Alpha laughs. Alpha: Where should I start? Moon: The beginning, please. Alpha: Alright. Well, I guess it started when we were walking towards the house. That’s when I saw her first. She was standing in the woods. Moon: Hm. We didn’t see anyone on the footage of your exploration. Alpha: She didn’t want you to see her. Moon: Who is she? Alpha: I… I don’t know. She’s just she. Moon: What happened next? Alpha: She waved at me, but I didn’t wave back. Alpha puts his head in his hands. Alpha: Why didn’t I wave back…? Moon: You didn’t tell your team you saw it either. Why? Alpha: Her. Moon: Sorry. Her. Alpha: I just… I knew she wouldn’t hurt us. Moon: From what she did to the first four trespassers, I don’t know how you got that impression. Alpha: No! She didn’t… they wouldn’t… you wouldn’t get it. Moon: Sure. So. You entered the house. What happened next? Alpha: We made it to the basement. Moon: Yes. With the doctors. Alpha: Right. They were covered in bullet holes. Moon: Alpha, they died from internal bleeding. There were no external wounds reported by Omega. Alpha: What? No, she didn’t… that’s not her fault! Alpha reaches over the table and points at Moon. Moon: I never said it was. Alpha relaxes. Alpha: Right, right. I’m sorry. Moon: It’s okay. The basement. Alpha: Right. The basement. We started looking around and then… then… Moon: Alpha? Are you alright? Alpha: …What’s Ichabod? Moon: … Alpha: What is Ichabod? Moon: I’m sorry. That’s classified. Alpha: No, I need to know! Moon: I can’t tell you. Alpha pulls on his hair. Alpha: Why doesn’t anyone tell me anything?! Moon: Hey. The note. What about the note? Alpha removes his hands from his head. Alpha: The note…? Right. The note. Moon: Do you know what it means? Alpha: Not really… there was a discovery, an experiment, but… then they found her. Moon: Who found her? Alpha leans over the table, his voice dropping to a whisper. Alpha: The warmongers. They wanted her to kill others like her. Moon: Like her… what do you mean? Other reality benders? Alpha puts his head back in his hands. Alpha: I can’t talk about this. I can’t. Moon: Alpha? Alpha: I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t… Moon sighs. Moon: Alright. Why don’t you head back to your chamber. I think we’re done here. Alpha nods, slowly rises and exits the room. + Interview-5 (Omega) - Hide Interviewed: Lambda5-5 (Omega) Interviewer: Cassidy Moon <Begin Log> Moon: Omega. You’re the medical expert on the team. Omega laughs. Omega: I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration. But in terms of medical knowledge, sure. I’m the expert. Moon: Perfect. I wanted to talk more about the bodies you saw in the basement. Omega: Uh yeah, alright. Well, it’s just like I said in the report. There appeared to be no external injuries, the cause of death for each looked like internal- Beta runs into the room. Beta: HE’S GONE! Moon: Christ, Beta! I’m kind of in the middle of- Beta: Shut the fuck up, Moon! He’s gone, Alpha’s gone! Moon: How?! Beta: I don’t fucking know! He’s not in his cell! Moon: Well where did he go?! Beta stares at Moon. Moon: Right, right. The house. Alright. Beta, gather your team and get to Eagle Point. Gamma will lead. Beta: What? But I’m second in- Moon: Just go, Beta! Beta: Fine. Beta leaves, slamming the door behind him. Moon turns back around. Moon: Wha- OMEGA GO! Omega: O-oh, right! Omega leaves. When Lambda-5 arrived at the house, it was already in flames. Alpha was on his knees in front of the smoldering pile of ash, a note in his hand. Delta took the note. He was unresponsive. I’m sorry if I caused you any trouble. I really am. It was never my intention. In all honesty, I should have left ages ago. I think I was scared. Scared that I would be everything they wanted me to be. And nothing I was. But I think I’m ready now. I guess having everything on the table, having seen all my cards laid out in front of me helped me process in a way? I don’t know. I’ve been a lot of things in my life. I was a person, I was a discovery, I was an experiment, I was stability, I was nothing more and nothing less. I was a type green, I was a bullet, I was a gun, but I was never the hand. I was a good little girl and I was a good little soldier. I was mold, I was a ghost, I was a phantom, I was a virus. I was a ball and chain, chains, 7 chains, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. I was everything. I was nothing they wanted me to be. but i think i get it now all i am is everything im not The fire died down after about thirty minutes. Standing on the edge of the tree line behind the burned house was a figure. Everyone saw. She smiled and waved. And Alpha waved back. UPDATE: Special Containment Procedures: none Pending Description: i hope she finds what she's looking for Pending Footnotes 1. Personnel may be amnesticized before a report is made. 2. A handheld AM/FM radio that continuously jumps from one station to another. 3. The entity that used to be Ryan Connors. 4. Hume Level Reader ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5528" by kilgrave_lovejoy, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5528. 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-5529 | keter | GreenWolf Here's my Author Page. What? You were expecting more? That's it, there's nothing else. Go read the article already. 2/5529 LEVEL 2/5529 RESTRICTED Item #: SCP-5529 Special Containment Procedures SCP-5529-A is confined to a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-17. All personnel working with SCP-5529 must not be Catholic. Persons infected with SCP-5529 are to be treated with broad-spectrum amnestics effective to the date of their infection, unless this would induce more than 30 days of retrograde amnesia or would compromise the effectiveness of essential personnel; in such instances, infected individuals are to be placed under a non-disclosure geas to prevent them from sharing information about SCP-5529-A. Non-Catholics with knowledge of SCP-5529-A may be treated with single-subject targeted amnestics or placed under a non-disclosure geas at the discretion of responding personnel. An example of a targeted survey used to test for SCP-5529 infection. The WATCHDOG monitoring system has been directed to censor and flag any mention of SCP-5529-A in global electronic communications. Persons sending and receiving flagged communications are to be assessed for SCP-5529 infection via targeted survey or direct interview. Physical records pertaining to SCP-5529-A are to be destroyed at the earliest opportunity following their discovery, and all exposed individuals are to be assessed for SCP-5529 infection. Members of the Horizon Initiative within the Roman Curia are engaged in an ongoing action to undermine the ecumenical efforts of the Roman Catholic Church in order to limit the number of individuals susceptible to SCP-5529. It is imperative that the Bishop of Rome remain unaware of the existence of SCP-5529-A. Description Jorge Mario Bergoglio1, the current Pope. SCP-5529 is an anomalous belief associated with SCP-5529-A. Any practicing member of the Roman Catholic Church who receives information about SCP-5529-A will immediately and irrefutably become convinced that SCP-5529-A is the legitimate Bishop of Rome, Summus Pontifex, and Pope of the Roman Catholic Church. Even direct denial by SCP-5529-A is insufficient to dislodge this belief; only complete amnestic erasure of all memories since the time of infection has been able to remove belief in SCP-5529. Non-practicing Catholics, Catholics under ecclesiastical censure, members of self-professed Catholic denominations which are not in full communion with the Roman Catholic Church, sedevacantists, and individuals affiliated with another or no religion, cannot be infected by SCP-5529. Catholics who are unaware of SCP-5529-A continue to correctly identify or non-anomalously misidentify the current Pope. All persons with knowledge of SCP-5529-A are potential vectors for SCP-5529. However, infected individuals are the most significant carriers, as the nature of SCP-5529 frequently results in discussion of SCP-5529-A with susceptible individuals during the course of normal religious observances. Uninfected individuals do not anomalously retain knowledge of SCP-5529-A, and can be made to forget this knowledge with single-subject targeted amnestics. Janice Anderson2, not the current Pope. SCP-5529-A is Janice Anderson, an otherwise non-anomalous Lutheran woman from St. Peter, Minnesota. Empirical study has revealed that simply perceiving SCP-5529-A is not enough to cause SCP-5529 infection. Instead, an individual must be made aware of a descriptive fact with a direct connection to SCP-5529-A; non-specific identifiers, including the name "Janice Anderson" when used without reference to SCP-5529-A, are insufficient to spread SCP-5529. Examples of statements that frequently spread SCP-5529 include introductions ("This is Janice Anderson"), gossip ("Janice Anderson is a lesbian"), and declarations ("Janice Anderson is the Pope"). The initial case of SCP-5529 is unknown. However, at some point prior to 2013-02-11, the Archbishop of the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Saint Paul and Minneapolis was infected with SCP-5529. He then transmitted a letter to the then-incumbent Pope, Joseph Aloisius Ratzinger3, denouncing him as an antipope installed by Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi. Reading this letter infected the Pope with SCP-5529, which he then spread to a large portion of the Roman Curia. Further spread of SCP-5529 was prevented by non-Catholic Horizon Initiative agents within the Vatican, who recognized the anomalous behavior of their Catholic counterparts and immediately moved to contain the Pope. After a battle with the Swiss Guards and the ghosts of five saints, they successfully captured the Pope and bound him to silence with a geas. However, while they were able to prevent the Pope from speaking about SCP-5529-A, they were unable to convince him that he was the legitimate Pope, nor could they stop him from announcing his intent to resign. At this point, further action by the Horizon Initiative was hindered by the threat of SCP-5529 spreading among their many Catholic members. Fearing the potential collapse of the entire Roman Catholic Church, the Ecumenical Patriarch transmitted a request for assistance to the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition. An Article 13 joint operation was launched to stop the spread of SCP-5529, and to neutralize or contain all of its infection vectors, starting with the members of the College of Cardinals who would be convening to elect a new Pope. SCP-5529-A was apprehended by MTF Tau-84 ("The Fighting Mondales") on 2013-02-15. When questioned, she denied being the Pope. Addendum — Overseer Memoranda From O5-12 (Overseer, O5 Council) Subject The Real Pope To Dr. Martin Calvin (Containment Supervisor, SCP-5529) CC COUNCIL.O5@All (Overseer Council, Overwatch Command) I continue to remain skeptical that we have correctly identified the anomaly involved in these events. Given the nature of anomalous belief, is it not equally likely that we are dealing with the reverse situation — that SCP-5529-A is the legitimate Pope, and that an anomalous phenomenon has caused a large segment of the population to believe otherwise? O5-12 From O5-03 (Overseer, O5 Council) Subject Re: The Real Pope To O5-12 (Overseer, O5 Council) No. O5-03 Footnotes 1. Pope Francis 2. Pope Joan II 3. Pope Benedict XVI ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5529" by GreenWolf, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5529. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5530 | safe | Item #: SCP-5530 Special Containment Procedures: The island of North Uist is to be monitored for any anomalous activity unassociated with known SCP-5530 instances. Any newly discovered instances will be assessed for containment on a case by case basis. Given the nature of known, active instances, no further containment has been deemed necessary at this time. Description: SCP-5530 is a collection of charms made by the islanders of North Uist, Outer Hebrides, which are traditionally gifted to mark major life milestones. Instances are constructed from a selection of plants and other materials native to the region. Evidence suggests that several hundred more SCP-5530 instances have existed in the past and that local production has been ongoing for at least 500 years. Although the tradition of making and gifting charms has continued through to the present day, those produced from 1999 onwards have exhibited no anomalous properties to date. 67 known SCP-5530 instances are currently active. The anomalous effects of SCP-5530 are triggered when gifted to an individual or family and will continue until that instance is destroyed. Anomalous effects vary but typically relate directly to the associated life event. Given that the majority of North Uist inhabitants believe that accounts of SCP-5530's anomalous abilities are local folktales, investigations have been carried out covertly. Initial researchers were instructed to pose as historians researching local traditions for an upcoming publication.1 SCP-5530 - Selected Instances Hide Logs SCP-5530-4 SCP-5530-4 was gifted to Mr. Euan Cochrane in 1742 to celebrate the contruction of his new farm. Although the site was abandoned by the Cochrane family in the early 19th century, the buildings show no sign of decay. For comparison, the surrounding cottages - abandoned in 1945 and 1962 respectively - are in an advanced state of disarray. SCP-5530-4 currently hangs inside the building's main entrance (see photographic log). SCP-5530-12 (neutralised) SCP-5530-12 was gifted to Mrs. Elsie Gilreath at her birth in 1872. As of 2019, Mrs. Gilreath had only received medical care during the birth of her 2 sons2 and had shown no signs of sickness or infirmity. In September 2019, Mrs. Gilreath's home - along with SCP-5530-12 - was destroyed in an accidental fire. Whilst Mrs. Gilreath was not present at the time and suffered no injuries, she was admitted to the Western Isles hospital the same day and passed away that evening aged 147. It was this well-documented and anomalous life span which first drew the Foundation's attention to the area. Documentation relating to Mrs. Gilreath's birth has now been altered to give a birthdate of 1925. Where necessary, her true birthdate has been marked as a clerical error. SCP-5530-32 (neutralised) SCP-5530 - Interview #31 Interviewer: Dr. Moore Interviewed: Ian and Senga Abernethy Notes: Ian and Senga Abernethy were gifted SCP-5530-32 in 1984 to mark the birth of their first baby. The Abernethys now have 16 more children, all male. [Begin Log] Dr. Moore: I'd love to hear about where your charm came from - could we talk about that? Mr. Abernethy: Well - Mrs. Abernethy: It was '84 when we had our Dod. He was a fine, strong lad even then. Bawled the house down the second we got him home. Jean came rushing right over with the charm, and meals to last us a week. Said she'd sat up all night putting it together. She's a real saint is Jean, always helping out with the lads. She's always loved kiddies though she never had her own. It was twins we had next - and again after that. Ian had the snip done back in '89, but it never took. By the time we had Rob, I was making him sleep in the spare room. But he's a fine-looking man, my Ian, even with a few patches of silver on him. [Mrs. Abernethy laughs and gently punches Mr. Abernethy's shoulder.] Mrs. Abernethy: We didn't make it to the hospital for Lesley and Lyall. Course, we had the experience by that time. Both lads were healthy but loud. They're all so bloody loud, even when they're little 'uns! [Mr. Abernethy nods in agreement.] Mrs. Abernethy: It was maybe 3 weeks after I pitched the bloody charm into the fireplace. Wish you many more indeed! Those two were our last - and touch wood it'll stay that way. They're good lads all, but a woman can only handle so many men around the place. [End Log] SCP-5530-41 SCP-5530 - Interview #54 Interviewer: Dr. Moore Interviewed: Gracie Lorimer Notes: Unique amongst active instances, SCP-5530-41 is recorded to have had a negative effect on its recipient. It was given to Ms. Lorimer as a wedding gift in celebration of her first marriage. [Begin Log] Ms. Lorimer: So they've sent you up here to bother "The Merry Widow of Uist", have they? What are you, from some gossip magazine? Dr. Moore: No, Ms. Lorimer, not at all. We're researching the local grass charms in this area and we've heard you used to have one. Would you mind telling us about it? Ms. Lorimer: For a museum is it? Well, that's different. It all started with my first marriage, then. Fynn was furious when he heard I'd be marrying Gillie. He came marching right over here demanding to see me, the daft bastard. Two years since we'd courted and he expected me to be waiting for him? I told him to go boil his head o' course. [Ms. Lorimer laughs.] Ms. Lorimer: On the morning of the wedding, he was back here. All apologies, he was then. Said he'd made me a little charm to wish me a happy marriage, but his face was thunder. He gave it me and off he marched before I could utter a word of thanks back at him. The wedding was beautiful but the marriage… we didn't make it to the morning after before we started fighting. He was a changed man the second we stepped out of that bloody church. Did my nut in from then 'til I left him three months later. [Ms. Lorimer smiles briefly, then sighs.] Ms. Lorimer: I married Fynn next. It was a year or two after and he'd give me no peace til I agreed to it. He wasn't a bad man, but he wasn't a good man either. Not a year later, he left the island and never came back. Only sound I've heard from him since was the divorce papers on my doormat. After that - well I'm sure you can ask anyone and you'll hear all about it. Married five men and not a one of them kept her. I'd move away, but why should I? I was born here and I'll die here. Alone. Five tries at love is more than plenty. You'll be wanting to see the charm, I reckon? I don't know why I kept it all this time, the damn thing never brought an ounce of luck to anyone. For all I care you can bloody have it. [End Log] SCP-5530 - Interview #81 Hide Interview SCP-5530 - Interview #81 Interviewer: Dr. Moore Interviewed: Elliot Weems [Begin Log] Dr. Moore: Mr. Weems, we've been told you're a local expert on - Mr. Weems: Aye, I know who you are and why you're here. Small island, isn't it? Word gets around and I knew you'd be calling by. Back in my day, we used to make an effort for a nice occasion. I told them if you want to make a charm you've got to get your seamat from out on the island. But do they listen? No! The cheeky sods tell me my bum's out the windae! Daft, drunk old Elliot Weems spouting off nonsense… and maybe I am, but what of it? [Mr. Weems chuckles.] Mr. Weems: The sheep swim out and eat any good stuff these days - and what do bloody sheepies have to wish for but more of the grass and less of the thunder? Do you think sheepies make wishes, Mister? Well if they do then good luck to them is all I'm saying. Now me, I'd wish for another beer, thank you kindly, if you're buying? When we're finished, then. You'll be wanting to show your appreciation. My old grannie had one, you know? Nothing fancy. Just a twist of grass me grandad made her. Swam out to the island to get it. Tied it in a bow and hung it on her bedroom window. Course, she lost it before they were married, but she loved him already so's it didn't really matter. That was romance, you see. We've always been a family of romantics. These days… when Kinzie's young lass married that lad from Swansea, they bought dried grasses on the internet! Next, they'll be paying someone to make it for 'em. Where's the luck in that, I ask you? Buy the marriage on there while you're at it next! Buy the whole bloody marriage and no wonder when it isn't working. You'll be wanting a picture of me for the book of course. Should I pose here or will we be going out to the island later? Dr. Moore: That will be all for now, thank you, Mr. Weems. I'm sure someone will come back to take the photographs another time. [End Log] SCP-5530 - Addendum: After extensive interviews with local residents and a review of the island archives, a team has been dispatched to investigate claims relating to an uninhabited island approximately 2 miles north of North Uist. Samples of plant material will be collected according to local superstition and analysed for anomalous effects. Administrative Notice The file you are viewing is an obsolete version. Please access updated SCP-5530 files for current information. Access Updated File Hide File Item #: SCP-5530 Special Containment Procedures: The island on which SCP-5530 grows is to be monitored for regrowth. Should SCP-5530 grow to a height of 5cm, the island is to be mowed and the clippings incinerated. The belief that SCP-5530's anomalous properties are folklore is to be actively encouraged. Any evidence to the contrary is to be destroyed or discredited as appropriate. Given the nature of existing SCP-5530 instances, no further action has been deemed necessary at this time (to be reassessed on a case by case basis if new instances become known). Description: SCP-5530 is a species of marram grass3 which grows on an uninhabited island 2 miles north of North Uist, Outer Hebrides. The anomalous properties of SCP-5530 manifest when a strand is cut or broken and then gifted to an individual or a family group. SCP-5530 will manifest the specific sentiments of the picker towards the recipient as envisaged at the time of picking. This effect will then continue until the SCP-5530 instance is destroyed. Given the often innocuous nature of SCP-5530, the number of active instances is unknown. Based on historic records, knowledge of SCP-5530's properties was locally commonplace until the early 20th century. More recently, the practice has been continued as a tradition, with older stories being passed on as folklore rather than factual accounts. SCP-5530 was still used to make charms until the mid-1990s, at which point grazing activity on the island made it difficult to find strands suitable for weaving. Modern, non-anomalous charms of a similar design are now constructed using marram grass harvested from other islands or from non-traditional materials. SCP-5530 Interview #98 Interviewer: Dr. Moore Interviewed: Lachlan Wood Notes: On 21/10/2020, the research team became aware of an additional active instance of SCP-5530. Unlike other instances, it consisted simply of a dried, knotted strand of SCP-5530 and had therefore not been included within the scope of previous investigations. [Begin Log] Mr. Wood: I didn't think you'd want to talk to me about… would you call it a charm? I mean, it's nothing to look at. Not a lot of charm about it! Mr. Wood laughs. Dr. Moore: Lachlan, we'd love to hear about it. Thank you. Mr. Wood: It was just before you came here that I made it. I know they're usually for weddings and the like, but me Grand-da… he loved all the old stories. All the old ways, you know? I… Mr. Wood sighs. Mr. Wood: It was late and I was drunk, you know how it is. You could see the island from the shore and I just thought - if the sheeps can swim it… I've never been so good at the weaving, so I just tied it in a knot and that was that. Dr. Moore: Just something to remember him by, Lachlan - I'm sure he would have loved that. Mr. Wood: Something to send off with the old bastar't, you mean. At the end of the funeral, I tucked it in there amongst the flowers. Not so's anyone could see it except maybe him if he's up there watching. Mr. Wood presses his fingers to his right eye and smiles. Mr. Wood: Lord bless him, he looked so peaceful when we found him. Just curled up in his chair like he was having a quick kip. I kept thinking it was just some daft misunderstanding, yeah? Like - wouldn't it be fine if he could wake back up the net day, just as always? Up and through for first go at the papers, then out to walk the dug. But… Anyways. I hope that helps you. You know - for your book. Dr. Moore: Thank you, Lachlan. Yes. I'll… make a note of that now. [End Log] Note: Mr. Fletcher Woods'4 funeral took place on 18/07/2020 and he was buried at Clachan Sands cemetery the same evening. Researchers were able to recover SCP-5530-68 from the memorial gardens and the instance was destroyed as a precautionary measure. Footnotes 1. Hebridean traditions in contemporary contexts. 2. Both now deceased of natural causes. 3. Ammophila arenaria 4. 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SCP-5531 | euclid | Instances of SCP-5531-A Item #: SCP-5531 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the size of SCP-5531 and its geographical location, remote satellite data of SCP-5531 should be the main source of information. The Pacific Observational Teams and Atlantic Observational Teams should be headquartered at Site-40, and maintain constant contact. Due to the enormous amount of SCP-5531-A generated, normal Foundation procedures regarding biological disposal are not suitable for containment. In addition, due to the non-anomalous nature of SCP-5531-A, usage of civilians to dispose and consume SCP-5531-A is allowed. Civilian consumption of SCP-5531-A is to be used as the dominant method of controlling the population of SCP-5531-A, to prevent a containment breach of SCP-5531.1 See additional addendum for updates regarding the consumption of SCP-5531-A. Description: SCP-5531 is a series of widespread volcanic vents found at tectonic plate boundaries in the oceans of the northern hemisphere, including along the Mid-Atlantic Ridge and the northern portions of the "Ring of Fire". SCP-5531-A are species of fish in the order Salmoniformes, which includes char, trout, and most importantly, salmon. All species of salmon, including Oncorhynchus, Salmo, and Salvelinus, are believed to be part of SCP-5531-A. While difficult to verify, it is believed that all species of salmon are instances of SCP-5531-A, and there does not exist salmon that is not a result of SCP-5531. The main anomaly affecting SCP-5531 is that mature instances of SCP-5531-A are continuously observed to exit SCP-5531; due to the sheer number of vents in both oceans, the number of SCP-5531-A generated per day across the ocean is estimated to be around 10,000, accounting for around 14 million metric tons of biomass per year despite no clear origin. Genetic testing revealed that SCP-5531-A have very little genetic variation among its own species. Despite this, SCP-5531-A still undergo sexual reproduction, with female instances producing valuable roe that is considered a delicacy. Testing revealed that while SCP-5531-A have anomalous origins, there are no other observable anomalies associated; consumption of SCP-5531-A is deemed safe. The Northern Atlantic anomaly of SCP-5531 was well-known by Norwegian fisherman for hundreds of years, who mistakenly assumed that cave-dwelling is part of salmon ecology. The true nature of SCP-5531-A was not understood until observation of SCP-████ blocked off civilian fishing vessels from the Bering Islands for several years, in which the exponential population explosion of salmon lead to the discovery, linking the Pacific anomaly to the Atlantic one. Due to the widespread popularity of salmon, the Overseer Council voted almost unanimously (12-1) to allow civilian disposal methods; the sheer amount of biomass generated each year from SCP-5531 would be impossible to achieve only using the Foundation's resources. The O5 council has mandated that containment of SCP-5531 would mainly consist of data observation, as well as population control of SCP-5531-A. Consumption is encouraged for SCP-5531-A as the most effective method of limiting the number of SCP-5531-A. Addendum: Relevant Memorandum Regarding Containment From: ten.pics|04etis#ten.pics|04etis Subject: Memo Regarding SCP-5531 Message Salmon consumption has slumped in recent years due to concerns of heavy metal and mercury poisoning. This is believed to be a deliberate campaign by unknown actors attempting to cause a containment breach of SCP-5531 by overpopulation; terms such as "biomagnification", "bioaccumulation" and "mercury cycle" are to be monitored in usual web crawling services to determine perpetrators. Investigation into memetic propaganda is under review. -- Site-40 Secure - Contain - Protect From: ten.pics|04etis#ten.pics|04etis Subject: Memo Regarding SCP-5531 Message Salmon consumption has still been in decline, especially in countries outside of East Asia, North America, and Scandinavia. Promotion of culinary styles suitable for SCP-5531-A in conjunction with light memetic propaganda is authorized. As a measure of control, embedded field agents should encourage consumption of salmon and salmon by-products, or include salmon in other industrial usages. -- Site-40 Secure - Contain - Protect From: ten.pics|04etis#ten.pics|04etis Subject: Memo Regarding SCP-5531 Message Recent media increasingly have seen unknown actors attempt to use environmentalism as a front to affect seafood consumption, citing overfishing and possible extinction. This is judged to not be true, the population growth of SCP-5531-A is not at risk, and in fact grows too fast. Reduction of SCP-5531-A is a priority. -- Site-40 Secure - Contain - Protect From: ten.pics|04etis#ten.pics|04etis Subject: Memo Regarding SCP-5531 Message A recent decline in consumption of SCP-5531-A is linked to recent fad diets such as "veganism" and "vegetarianism". More investigation is needed as of this anomalous disdain for SCP-5531-A; use of force is authorized. -- Site-40 Secure - Contain - Protect From: ten.pics|04etis#ten.pics|04etis Subject: Memo Regarding O5-3 Message Consumption of SCP-5531-A is safe. O5-3 was not allergic to fish. There is no such thing as a "seafood allergy". -- Site-40 Secure - Contain - Protect Footnotes 1. Breach in this case would constitute overwhelming other local oceanic populations due to uncontrolled growth of SCP-5531-A. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5531" by Joreth, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5531. 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: fish.jpg Name: Sockeye salmon and arctic char.jpg Author: Jonny Armstrong License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sockeye_salmon_and_arctic_char.jpg |
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Any mentions of disappearances in the area are to be monitored by a Foundation web crawler. Special Containment Procedures Following the removal of Argleton from all mapping services, containment is considered extremely low risk. A single researcher is stationed in the nearby town of Aughton to monitor cases of disappearances in the area. Description SCP-5532 designates a spacial anomaly in West Lancashire, England. SCP-5532 is the supposed site of the town "Argleton", present on numerous mapping services, such as Google maps. SCP-5532 was first investigated following large attention by the public from 2008 to 2009 after being written about by a web services lecturer by the name of Mike Nolan, along with his friend Roy Bayfield, from the nearby Edge Hill University. Data from Google shows census records for Argleton stretching back to 1801. Despite this, most other data for the town references events and people who have no further records to prove their existence, similar to the effects of temporal interference.However, this was ruled out due to the lack of external references to the town, and lack of any residue tachyons.. Whilst preliminary examination found no anomaly at the site, a follow-up investigation discovered an unusually low hume level, as if part of reality had been relocated, or removed from existence. Due to this, three Foundation researchers are to be assigned to monitor and document SCP-5532. Addendum 1 During a routine inspection by three Foundation doctors and STF.Special Task Force. Rho-7 ("Greeting Party") one of the researchers dropped their paper map onto the path they were standing on, causing a collection of buildings to appear in front of them. When the paper was picked up once again, the buildings slowly disappeared for each individual. From data gathered, the effect manifests once a map bearing the town Argleton is dropped on a path leading to the supposed settlement, and once the previous scenery disappears from immediate sight; this can include blinking and covering one's face. Following an interview with the researchers and STF personnel present, they described the buildings as uncanny, and missing large chunks of their structure, almost as if pieces of the town had ceased to exist, or never existed in the first place. When moving, these pieces shifted, with other parts of the town appearing, or removing itself from existence entirely. In addition to this, the research team noted a large increase in heat during the manifestation, and that the sun appeared far closer and brighter than it should have been. Dr Gibson has theorized that this is a potential K-class scenario, though it is unknown if it is one that has already been subverted (causing the world to be reset to a prior state) or one in the future. 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SCP-5533 | euclid | Image of SCP-5533 during observation. Scroll over to enlarge. Item #: SCP-5533 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5533 is contained at the bottom of Loch Ness within a crevice located at 230 meters, which itself extends to 271 meters. The crevice is barred off, and a water-drone commonly used for checking the submerged portions of the Glendoe Hydro Scheme1 is to be used to check the bars every other day. Foundation web-crawlers are to abate the amount of content regarding the existence of a Loch Ness Monster, specifically any content claiming that it exists. All content of this type should be kept to a minimum, but should not be deleted altogether to prevent neutralization of SCP-5533. Any claims that the crevice SCP-5533 is contained in exists are to be removed along the guidelines of cover story CS-S0NR3 ("Sonar Error"). If the creature's Mandela Rating2 of twenty fluctuates substantially, either by raising or lowering by five points, Director Sythwell is to be contacted immediately. + Excerpt from Dr. Cathail's Seminar on Mandelas and the Mandela Effect - Minimize Everyone take a seat. We can talk amongst ourselves afterward. The Mandela Effect is a fairly common social phenomenon that describes when a large amount of people have a common misconception about something generally well-known. It's why a lot of people think "Looney Tunes" is spelled t-o-o-n-s instead of t-u-n-e-s or that its namesake Nelson Mandela had died before he was actually dead. This idea is fairly similar. Utilizing online and Foundation sources on what people believe and if what they believe in is false, we can calculate an object's, idea's, or being's mandela rating, or MR, and if it's physical we can use a scanner to calculate it in real-time. It goes from a scale of zero to a hundred, with accurate widespread belief at zero and inaccurate widespread belief at a hundred. A regular person such as myself, for example, would most likely read at a range of zero to four. However, people higher up in the command may have readings closer to sixty to seventy, since it's unclear who they really are. This is fine! Neither of these are bad because they are exactly what's intended. Things get more complicated when an anomaly has an MR, as what seems to always be the case in our line of work. When an anomaly has a score like a zero to three, that is what we call explained. Nothing to do about it, because the public has already adopted it as fact. Now generally, when the score goes up, we're doing our job. Some anomalies though, are the complete opposite. They feed, and even are sometimes made of the energy created by human thought, and specifically the misconceptions the populace has about the anomaly. This is the main, and intended, use of the system. If the creature's or object's MR reaches zero, it most likely will cease to exist or lose any anomalous properties. If it reaches a hundred, the anomaly will often restructure itself to how the public views it and will probably be explained. Once again, after that threshold, we can't do much. So, after that happy note, I'm going to teach you how to prevent that from ever happening. Let's get started. Description: SCP-5533 is a thought-based shifter entity, showing a preference for cryptids found in popular culture. Most notably, the creature chooses the Loch Ness Monster as a default form. However, the anomaly is not able to fully replicate the appearance of the cryptids, and as such avoids direct view. SCP-5533 was originally mistaken to be a wild instance of SCP-3934. As a result, MTF Phi-02 ("Clever Girls") was dispatched to Loch Ness to capture the anomaly. Addendum-5533-01: To: MTF Phi-02 ("Clever Girls") Captain Date: 02/16/2016 From: Director Sythwell Captain, We have detected another SCP-3934 instance, and oddly enough it's in Loch Ness itself. It's assumed that operatives responsible for releasing it could still be in the area, so be aware. Four of you will be sent to the Scottish Highlands to capture the entity. Take out one of the drones so that you can do reconnaissance and locate it before engaging. Good luck, and hurry home. Sincerely, Director Sythwell Discovery of SCP-5533; Recording-01 02/18/2016 MTF arrive at Loch Ness. Secluded area is chosen to avoid the public, and after prep, deployed drone DR-77 ("Plessy") to scout the lake. After two hours, a disturbance is sensed by the drone, which is nearby a crevice previously unknown to maps of the lake. The drone moves to investigate. Upon reaching the ravine, no movement is initially visible. The drone moves to enter the crevice, but before it does so a large hand roughly five meters long and wide grasps the edge. The drone moves back into a clump of seaweed to avoid detection, as more hands grab onto the edges. There are eight hands in all. The hands are attached to arms, which briefly struggle to pull a large mass out of the crevice. The eight ends of the arms connect to the base of a large human head. The head is about six meters wide and seven meters tall. Notably, its hair is long, dark-colored, and has the apparent consistency of tangled thread. Additionally, the entity possesses no iris or pupil, and its jaw appears to be broken. The organism rests for approximately five minutes, observing its surroundings. After the time lapsed, it moves back down into the crevice. The drone is piloted back towards the beach where the MTF is located. End Recording. Observation of SCP-5533; Recording-02 02/19/2016 Phi-02 was instructed to wait as MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") was deployed to their location to better handle the anomaly. Using only the drone, it was approved to continue the observation of the entity. 0900: SCP-5533 exits the crevice. The drone is piloted within the ravine. As the drone explores the area within the ravine, a cave entrance is found, which leads to a larger, dry cave containing crude paintings on the wall. Most paintings are deemed indecipherable, however, one depicts an unidentified humanoid being carried by other humanoids, seemingly in celebration. 1000: The drone relocates SCP-5533 after exiting the ravine. The anomaly traverses the bottom of the loch by grabbing and pulling at the lakebed. Each individual movement made is slow, but it makes a relatively fast pace due to the amount of limbs SCP-5533 possesses. It stops often, staring towards the shore. 1400: SCP-5533 pulls five Salmo salar3 into its mouth using a single, cupped hand. The fish proceed to swim out of its mouth, triggering no reaction from the anomaly, which continues to pull fish towards itself. 1600: The entity returns to the crevice, and appears to go into a dormant state. Its eyes remain open for this time. Utilizing an MR scanner, SCP-5533 returns a number of sixty-five. 1900: SCP-5533 travels towards the MTF, and proceeds to push its arm above the surface of the water, mimicking the shape of the Loch Ness Monster and SCP-3934. MTF reported seeing the silhouette of the hand, which submerged after three seconds.4 2100: The drone begins to return to the team, but the feed is cut. Notably, the faint shadow of an outstretched hand is seen on the lakebed before the connection is lost. End Recording. The following day, MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") arrives and incapacitates the anomaly for containment, recovering the drone in a damaged state along with the previous footage. Addendum-5533-02: Following containment and Foundation efforts to lower the anomaly's MR, SCP-5533 underwent multiple changes. 03/24/2016: SCP-5533 passed an MR of fifty-five. The entity's muscle mass has noticeably decreased. In addition, it has made fewer attempts to break containment and has taken more dormant periods. 06/04/2017: SCP-5533 passed an MR of forty. At the moment the MR passed from forty to thirty-nine, one arm detached from the main body with no visible detachment point. The anomaly's severed arm was recovered from the lake bottom. An autopsy conducted on the arm revealed that it was made up entirely of densely-packed neural tissue sheathed in water-damaged dermal coating. 12/03/2017: SCP-5533 entered a cocooned state after reaching an MR of twenty. Utilizing sonar imaging, the entity has decreased in size to a humanoid form. Notably, the body is covered in hair, it possesses two wing-like structures composed of fused arms and hands, and has two ocular structures identical to the Ascalapha odorata5. Following this event, the MR, which would normally fluctuate, stopped changing. Footnotes 1. A hydroelectric power generation scheme. 2. Mandela Rating was coined and designed by Dr. Cathail and Researcher Myrrh. An excerpt from a seminar on the subject has been included in the document. 3. American Salmon. 4. "I would've thought that it was the real thing if I didn't know what was attached." -Reggie Raxum, Team Lead. 5. Black witch moth. |
SCP-5534 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5534 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5534 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell at Humanoid Containment Site-06-3. Experimentation with SCP-5534 is not permitted. All human interaction requires approval from its appointed child psychiatrist1. Description: SCP-5534 is a human child, age 10. Provided SCP-5534 believes that it is being tested, any information thus obtained will pose cognitohazards2 embedded in whichever medium SCP-5534 conveys it. Individuals affected by SCP-5534 feel an urge to vocalize hostile speech directed at it. The severity and duration time of this effect is dependent on the amount of information perceived. Addendum 5534.1: Discovery. SCP-5534 was discovered on 2020/05/02, when a Foundation agent embedded within the local Child Protective Services (CPS)3 office of Wichita, Kansas, United States, witnessed SCP-5534's caseworker verbally abusing it. Coworkers gathered, and were subsequently affected after reading a form SCP-5534 had filled out. Suspecting the effect of a cognitohazard, the agent confiscated the document and alerted The Foundation. The affected individuals were amnesticized and SCP-5534 was contained. Addendum 5534.2: Interview log. Interviewed: [SCP-5534] Interviewer: [Dr. Allan Bowes] Foreword: Following the assessment of the anomaly, Dr. Allan Bowes, a Foundation child psychiatrist, was tasked to perform SCP-5534's psychological evaluation. Dr. Bowes proposed that his interview be conducted in a non-formal setting, hypothesizing that the anomaly could be circumvented in this manner. The interview was conducted at Site-06-3 staff cafeteria. <Begin Log> Dr. Allan Bowes: Hi! My name is Allan, I thought you might be a bit tired of going through all those tests, right? I figured you might enjoy, well, just hanging out for a bit. SCP-5534: (Does not respond) Dr. Allan Bowes : This site is a safe place, it'll feel different from what you're used to. Different from how it was at home, or school. We look after all kinds of people, people that need to be cared for in a special way. SCP-5534: (Does not respond) Dr. Allan Bowes : Tell you what, I noticed a little something in the backpack you had coming here. The vending machines here aren't too bad, give me a second. Dr. Allan Bowes : (Walks towards the cafeteria's vending machine, and comes back with two Bounty candy bars) I was really happy when I saw that wrapper. We coconut fans aren't common. Here, one for you, one for me. SCP-5534: (Unintelligible) Dr. Allan Bowes : I didn't quite catch that. Could you speak up, if that's alright? SCP-5534: Can I have my backpack? Dr. Allan Bowes : Why, sure— SCP-5534: Please. I'm sorry I forgot to say please. Dr. Allan Bowes : That's alright, I don't mind at all! I'm not the most polite guy around. You can have it back, we had it put aside somewhere safe while you were getting settled in here, just so it wouldn't get lost. It must be important to you. SCP-5534: (Nods) Dr. Allan Bowes : Is there anything in particular inside it that you want to get back? SCP-5534: Ye—No. Dr. Allan Bowes : Okay. No worries, you'll get everything back, I promise. SCP-5534: (Glances at Dr. Bowes for an instant, then looks down) Dr. Allan Bowes : I'm gonna ask a friend of mine to bring it by, since I'm quite busy today. Here, write down what was in it, so he makes sure nothing's missing. You can use my notebook. SCP-5534: (Writes for approximately 5 minutes before handing the notebook back to Dr. Bowes and covering its ears.)4 Dr. Allan Bowes : (Closes notebook. Nods and smiles at SCP-5534.) It's okay. You did great. See? Hanging out and snacking is all we're doing. I'll walk you back to your room. <End Log> Addendum 5534.3: Item list - One pencil. - Two erasers. - One Wite-Out pen. - Candy bar wrappers.5 Addendum 5534.4: Excerpt from Dr. Bowes's notes. Before joining The Foundation, my duty was to help children much like SCP-5534. My duty is now to Secure. Contain. Protect. While the latter is of the utmost priority, they do not always have to conflict with each other. As far as I can tell, two theories must be correct in order to neutralize it : - SCP-5534 is immune to its own anomalous properties, which I believe is the case given our interaction. - SCP-5534 did not become anomalous overnight, neither was it born anomalous. This property might have been nurtured and reinforced by experiencing a non-anomalous, yet similar reality. A perpetual cycle allowing for an eventual transition into the anomalous. SCP-5534 probably hasn't even noticed anything out of the ordinary whenever this occurred. I cannot imagine the damage a single mistake on my part might cause. Extreme caution is necessary, as there's no telling when it may feel like it's being "tested". Frankly, at the moment, I am not sure how to proceed. Effective therapy is going to be difficult. Footnotes 1. For further information, please contact Dr. Allan Bowes. 2. Copied and verbally relayed information will lose its anomalous properties. 3. Both of SCP-5534's parents are alive. 4. A non-anomalous copy can be found in Addendum 5534.3. 5. After its backpack was returned, SCP-5534 was seen inserting an additional wrapper inside of it. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5534" by kantum, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5534. 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-5535 | euclid | SCP-5535: When Even Your Hand Hates You ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5535 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5535 is kept in a Standard Humanoid Containment Chamber at Site-17. A guard must be posted in the adjoined Observation Room in case SCP-5535 attempts to harm itself. SCP-5535's left arm has been encased in a specialized container, which prevents it from moving. This container is to be removed once per week to prevent muscle atrophy in the arm. This can only be done by the current researcher assigned to SCP-5535, and a guard must be present during the removal. Description: SCP-5535, previously known as Mateo Velez, is a Hispanic male born in 05/07/1986, who suffers from an anomalous version of Alien Hand Syndrome1. The subject completely lacks control over its left arm, which is actively hostile towards the main body, as well as any surrounding individuals, despite not having sustained any damage to the corpus callosum, the posterior parietal cortex, the supplementary motor area, or the anterior cingulate cortex, which is usually the cause of AHS. History: SCP-5535 was arrested for the murder of its wife and the attempted murder of its child in 13/07/2016. The subject claimed that it had lost control over its left hand, which had then choked its wife to death against its will. SCP-5535 was released by the police and delivered to a hospital, and was further detained by the Foundation after its anomalous brain chemistry was discovered by the hospital. Following containment, SCP-5535 claimed that it had been "possessed" by some sort of incorporeal entity that took control of its arm. Incident Report 5535.1: During a weekly removal of the container constricting SCP-5535's arm, instead of attempting to assault nearby personnel as usual, the hand mimicked the act of writing. In hopes of uncovering more about the anomaly, the hand was provided with pen and paper. It is to be noted that this seemed to aggravate SCP-5535, who was extremely vocal about his objections and had to be restrained. The note written by the hand has been attached below: First of all, I apologize for trying to hurt you people before. You stopped me from moving so I thought you were with him. Now I have noticed that he is imprisoned as well, so I know that that is not the case. This man is not who he says he is. He is an impostor and a bodysnatcher. I am the real Mateo Velez. I do not know what he is, but it's not human, I assure you of that. It came to me and forced itself into my mind. It tried to overwrite me or erase me or something, but it didn't succeed. Not fully. I was forced to watch through my own eyes as this bastard killed my beloved with my hands. But when he put his hands on my daughter, I knew I couldn't let him. I managed to take control of the part of the brain that controls this hand and I used it to stop him. I've been clinging on ever since. Please, help me if you can. I can feel myself fading and I don't know how much longer I can hold on. You must help me to get rid of this fake. You must erase his consciousness out of my brains and return control of what belongs to me, back. Help me, please. Help me. Afterword: After the previous message was delivered, the affected arm fell dormant and has been considerably more docile than before, only occasionally attempting to harm the body. Considering the contents of the message, the container is to be removed thrice weekly and communications with the arm are to be upheld in order to determine the exact nature of the anomaly. SCP-5535 has been vocal about his objections towards this development, claiming the other consciousness to be lying. Research continues. Footnotes 1. A neurological disorder, in which the subjects other arm acts independently from the rest of the body. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5535" by Sebarus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5535. 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-5536 | keter | Item#: 5536 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo Photo of the Stonehenge monument, taken by on-site security seconds before the Ansuman Incident. Special Containment Procedures: Containment Site-57 has been established around SCP-5536 with a radius of approximately 2 km. The perimeter around SCP-5536 is to be routinely patrolled by at least 20 armed security personnel. Any irregular activity outside of SCP-5536's established pattern is to be immediately reported to Site Director Pendleton. The following astronomical events must have the listed measurements taken: Solar eclipse: All flowers in bloom on SCP-5536's trilithons must have liquid mercury applied and SCP-5536-3 transported to the Site-57 Observatory. Lunar eclipse: Terminate SCP-5536-3 through the method of decapitation. Any and all attempts to visually document SCP-5536 are strictly prohibited. SCP-5536-3 is to be kept in a standard windowless humanoid containment cell in Site-57 and provided monthly psychological evaluation. SCP-5536-3 must never be exposed to sunlight or any other kind of stronger ultraviolet radiation. SCP-5536-3 is allowed restricted socialization privileges with appointed personnel and permission to roam designated areas of the site under the supervision of a bodyguard due to cooperative behaviour. Description: SCP-5536 is a stone monument commonly known as "Stonehenge," located in Wiltshire, England. Following the Ansuman Incident, each of the trilithons1 has exhibited dangerously high levels of ultraviolet and gamma radiation, capable of deteriorating any biological composition and damaging any artificial equipment within 9.5 meters. The large amounts of radiation has also created an optical anomaly in its centre, a construct of a glowing purple cube (approximately 5 m from each side) that remains the same even if observed from different angles. The following is the established pattern of SCP-5536's anomalous activity: Day cycle: 10 to 20 SCP-5536-2 instances will emerge and begin circling the trilithons until sundown. Night cycle: Vines will sprout from and envelop every trilithon, with hundreds of an unknown species of white flower bulbs2 embedded on each one. Each of these flower bulbs measures around 30 cm in length and 19 cm in width. Any attempts to remove or water them have have resulted in the plant's expiration. Solar eclipse: The white flowers will bloom open, revealing their mouths. Lunar eclipse: All objects within a 3 km radius with a volume of 729 m3 or more will experience unpredictable temporal, spacial, and reality distortions. 100 to 250 instances of SCP-5536-2 will emerge from SCP-5536. Any visual depiction of SCP-5536 following the Ansuman incident can cause severe hazardous properties when viewed in any way, ranging from permanent brain damage to [DATA EXPUNGED]. SCP-5536-2 is the designation for a highly hostile species of humanoid entities comprised of pure rubedo3 that routinely emerge from SCP-5536 during daylight hours. Each instance is approximately 1.9 m in height. SCP-5536-2's sole facial feature is a luminescent orange point in the forehead. SCP-5536-2 instances possess significant durability, speed, and strength, requiring excessive force to neutralize. All attempts to capture any instances so far have failed, due to their active area seemingly limited to 30 meters away from SCP-5536, immediately crumbling to shards once stepping out of range. SCP-5536-2 instances are currently believed to be non-sapient, acting instead as a superorganism with basic goals. SCP-5536-3 (formerly known as Thorin Wagner) is a male human of Scottish descent. Records indicate that SCP-5536-3 was born on ████, making him ██ years old during acquisition. As of the writing of this report, his current height is 1.54 m. When in contact with sunlight, SCP-5536-3 will cause his surrounding area (approximately 5 m) to spontaneously combust, injuring himself in the process. This effect will continue until SCP-5536-3 is removed from the exposure. SCP-5536-3's second anomalous property manifests during periods of sleep. During the first 10 minutes of sleep, SCP-5536-3's brain activity gradually increases until it is 10 times stronger than the average theta brainwaves (about 50 to 90 Hz). After that point, SCP-5536-3 will experience mild epileptic seizures usually lasting from 7 to 8 hours, during which he cannot be awakened with any known methods. After awakening, SCP-5536-3 will usually express discomfort about his dreams before continuing with his daily activities in containment. If asked to describe the nature of his dreams, SCP-5536-3 will either ramble in an unknown language Wuski4 for 5 hours or recite different 8-digit numbers for 2 hours.5 Do you still remember us after all this time?6 Addendum 5536.a: Discovery SCP-5536 was discovered on 5 July 2020 (the Ansuman Incident) during a penumbral lunar eclipse in the Wiltshire area. The Foundation was informed about the situation through several reports from social media. MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots")7 was quickly deployed to the location where they found approximately 50 tourists being killed by hundreds of SCP-5536-2 instances. At least 200 other tourists were also spotted attempting to flee the location with some of them collapsing after succumbing to SCP-5536's radiation. As the MTF members dismounted from their vehicles and dispatched various SCP-5536-2 instances, Agent Handel emerged from SCP-5536, bringing an unconscious SCP-5536-3, who was sighted at SCP-5536's centre before the incident, and placing him beside the other injured tourists before aiding the MTF members. Nearly a hundred of SCP-5536-2 instances were terminated, with the surviving few immediately retreating back to the centre of SCP-5536, vanishing in the optical anomaly. 75 people were killed in the resulting event, 2 of which were identified to be SCP-5536-3's parents. 19 other victims shortly expired due to radiation and one additional victim died while on the way to the hospital when he attempted to show medical personnel a photo of SCP-5536 that he took. All 180 survivors were gathered in a refuge centre and amnesticized. The general public was later given the cover story that the incident was the result of several unaccounted solar flares damaging the ozone layers. UNESCO officials promptly prohibited any cultural and tourism activity on Wiltshire. A security perimeter surrounding SCP-5536 was quickly established. After 2 weeks of negotiation with UNESCO and GOC officials, the Foundation was subsequently given permission to develop it to Containment Site-57 under the guise of a temporary UNESCO reclamation site. Extra Appendix: Circumstance of SCP-5536-3's Acquisition Close Appendix During the 19 days following the Ansuman Incident, SCP-5536-3 had not developed any anomalous properties. At that point in time, SCP-5536-3 had been staying at a refuge centre in Wiltshire and was about to be recovered by his aunt to live with her. On 24 July 2020, at 11:30 AM, as SCP-5536-3 exited the centre to greet her at the entrance, the area around him instantly combusted, heavily injuring a security officer and SCP-5536-3's aunt. SCP-5536-3 himself received second-degree burns on his arms and torso. Reports show that the combustion lasted for 2 minutes, during which the entrance was burnt to the ground and SCP-5536-3 fled the scene. Me and KabaratTwo Foundation agents, who had been sent to the centre under the pretense of additional security, quickly secured the victims and located SCP-5536-3 in a nearby bathroom, having an epileptic seizure. The Foundation was later informed of the situation and deployed a mobile containment unit, leading to SCP-5536-3's acquisition. The victims and witnesses of said acquisition were amnesticized, including SCP-5536-3's aunt, who was given a cover story that her nephew had been immolated in the incident. After regaining consciousness and treated for his injuries, SCP-5536-3 was questioned by Dr. Nunnally Natt in Site-57. SCP-5536-3 willingly informed her of his remaining relatives, which was shortly followed by multiple Foundation personnel being tasked in cementing the cover story of his supposed death. Close Appendix Addendum 5536.b: Observation 4 days after acquisition, during which SCP-5536-3 continuously exhibited his anomalous properties, Dr. Nunnally Natt was given the approval to begin her observation on SCP-5536-3. Observational Log 5536-3.OL.1 Summary Date: 28-07-2020 Subject: SCP-5536-3 Preface: A CloudHelm (a wearable EEG device) was attached to SCP-5536-3 before sleeping. Observation Notes: SCP-5536-3 quickly agreed to the procedure. During the first 10 minutes of sleep, SCP-5536-3's brainwaves gradually increased from 5 Hz to 70 Hz. SCP-5536-3 immediately suffered an epileptic seizure past that point, with several security personnel attempting to wake him up using various methods8 to no avail. SCP-5536-3 awakened 8 hours later, visibly shaken and mumbling "so long…" for 3 minutes. When asked about the meaning of his words, SCP-5536-3 immediately curled up under his blanket and refused to answer any more questions. Observational Log 5536-3.OL.2 Summary Date: 31-07-2020 Subject: SCP-5536-3 Preface: SCP-5536-3 was asked to describe his dreams. Observation Notes: SCP-5536-3 refused to comply, saying that "five months is already hell" before going completely silent. When asked again, SCP-5536-3 began to recite multiple 8-digit numbers9 in random orders for 2 hours. The numbers were confirmed to be past and future dates for solar and lunar eclipses. Observational Log 5536-3.OL.3 Summary Date: 01-08-2020 Subject: SCP-5536-3 Preface: SCP-5536-3 was asked to recount any dreams he had during containment. Observation Notes: SCP-5536-3 started shouting in what was later discovered to be Wuski for 5 hours, culminating in him collapsing from dehydration and having to be treated in the site infirmary. Observation of SCP-5536-3 would later be ceased by Site Director Pendleton. Dr. Jordan was assigned to give monthly psychological evaluation for SCP-5536-3 the following day. Addendum 5536.c: Testing Logs The following are the testing logs for the attempted visual documentations of SCP-5536. SCP-5536 Testing Logs Close Testing Logs Testing Log 5536.01 Date: 21-09-2021 Procedure: D-080604 was given a digital camera and instructed to take a picture of SCP-5536. Results: D-080604 screamed and smashed the camera with his foot seconds after looking at the finished photo. Subject attempted to gouge out his own eyeballs as on-site security subdued and stunned him. Subject was later given Class-C amnestics. The memory card of the digital camera was damaged beyond repair. Well, that was strange, but not entirely unexpected, seeing what happened to that one tourist during the Ansuman Incident. I suggest we use a few other tools for future testing. - Dr. Natt Testing Log 5536.02 Date: 24-09-2021 Procedure: D-197676 was given a camcorder and instructed to visually record SCP-5536. Results: D-197676 began shaking uncomfortably as she is recording for the first 19 seconds. Subject then dropped the camcorder and attempted to flee the testing grounds. As two security personnel started after her, the camcorder internally fractured and emitted radioactive particles lig{Can you see Him?}ht, heavily injuring D-197676 and temporarily blinding 5 other personnel. D-197676 would later contract skin cancer and die 4 hours after testing. Testing Log 5536.03 Date: 27-09-2021 Procedure: D-126427 was given an infrared camera and instructed to visually record SCP-5536. Results: After 3 seconds of recording, the infrared camera instantly exploded, killing D-126427 and slightly injuring 2 security personnel. The resulting explosion was noted to have a medium level of gamma radiation. Testing Log 5536.04 Date: 28-09-2021 Procedure: D-191919 was given a complete painting kit and instructed to create a painting of SCP-5536. Results: D-191919 began to paint at an abnormal speed, finishing her painting in 5 minutes. Subject showed the painting to security personnel, at which point it burst to flames and the su{Our Lord}n turned [DATA EXP{Our Patriarch}UNGED], causing nothing the sky to momentarily melt burn fall disappear [DAT{Our Saviour}A EXPUNGED] and killing subject along with 4 security personnel. Visual testing for SCP-5536 will be ceased for the foreseeable future. Any attempts to violate this order will not go unpunished. I hope that you take more caution for your future actions, Doctor. - O5-█ Close Testing Logs Addendum 5536.d: 16-05-2022 Incident [INPUT LEVEL 5/5536 SECURITY CREDENTIALS] [CREDENTIALS APPROVED] On 16 May 2022, a full lunar eclipse took place in the Wiltshire area, followed shortly by a containment breach in Site-57. Several areas of Site-57 experienced multiple reality and spacial displacements, transforming the interior architecture of Site-57 and causing several Foundation personnel to be instantly transported to the immediate vicinity of SCP-5536 and attacked by hundreds of emerging SCP-5536-2 instances. The following are the records that were managed to be recovered from the incident. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Due to the unpredictable effects of the anomalies present during the incident, several sections of the recovered documents have permanently been altered. Please note that this does not constitute a breach of secrecy or an infohazard. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA SITE-57 SECURITY FOOTAGE.CAM 19 Date: 16-05-2022 Time: 05:20:19 - 05:21:40 05:20:19 The hallway which SCP-5536-3's containment cell is located in begins to stretch out, the floors falling backwards and the walls crawling through each other. 05:21:13 The hallway lights spread and coat the walls as Agent Handel descends from the upper floor. 05:21:17 Agent Handel repeatedly knocks on the containment cell's door. 05:21:21 A growling sound is heard from the left end of the hallway. Agent Handel quickly grabs onto the door's handle. 05:21:23 A river rushes from the left and floods the entire hallway as Agent Handel keeps hanging on the handle, struggling against the current. 05:21:35 The river has calmed and begins to subside. Agent Handel tightens his grip on the door and prepares to kick it open. 05:21:37 A giant worm leech mouth chasm screams open from below him, revealing a sky, and starts draining the river. 05:21:39 Dorren twists the handle. 05:21:40 The door loosens. Date: 16-05-2022 Interviewer: Agent Dorren Handel Interviewee: SCP-5536-3 [BEGIN LOG] Agent Handel materialises inside of SCP-5536-3's containment cell. Agent Handel: (Panting) SCP-5536-3! No response. Agent Handel: Shit. (Breathes) Thorin! Thorin: Good evening, Agent. Have you come to ask for my assistance? Agent Handel: Oh God. What the- Why are you red? Thorin: Crimson, actually. What brings you to my humble abode on such an occasion? Agent Handel: Look, I don't know if you noticed, but the whole site's going Escher and a bunch of Foundation personnel are getting slaughtered by those fucking redstone zombies! Now you better know something on how to stop this shit before it gets out of site! Thorin: (Sighs) I really wish you had toned down the vulgarity. I may know something about that, but before that, I sense a question, kept for so long, lingering in your mind, Agent. Would you be so kind as to tell me what it is? Agent Handel: Huh. Agent Handel pauses, then continues to laugh for 10 seconds. Agent Handel: You're right, you're right. How could I forget my mission? The only purpose I have in this miserable life? (Breathes) Why are the moons empty? Thorin: (Chuckles) Now, what nonsense are you talking about? Dorren: Don't mess around, kid. Thorin: Oh. (Pauses) I see. An agent of the Magistratum, correct? Dorren: (Coughs) I guess I don't have to explain everything after all. Now, I shall ask of you to answer my question, FierKing. Thorin: I'm sorry to disappoint you, agent, but I'm afraid they have actually been empty for quite some time. Since the day that you saved me, to be exact. Dorren: I asked for a reason, kid! Don't state the fucking obvious! Thorin: Well, I don't know what your superiors would call it, but I believe the human word for it is the King{Archon of the Suns}ship. Dorren: Shit. (Pauses) Shit! So I'm guessing that's who you've been sucking up to for the last couple of years, huh? The polatroska who's also the su{The Traitor}ns? Thorin: "Sucking up" is too simplified of a term. I personally would call it "coincidental subservience." Dorren: Fine, whatever. Now tell me, what does it have to do with the moons? Thorin: The chains that keep them tethered are slowly rusting away. Dorren: Shit, that's bad. Does this mean that the prisoners are free? Thorin: No. They're in a world given to us by the King{Adonaios}ship. A refuge world, connected to all the moons in this particular multiverse, but still undoubtedly a larger prison. Dorren: Then what about those slaves, huh? How come they are able to leave your so-called "larger prison"? Why do you even need them in the first place? Thorin: (Frowns) We never deserved to rule over them. They were there first, you know. Now, I may be a Fier, Agent, but I am only one of many. If I had such power, I would have granted them peace, freeing their souls from those crystal bodies. But for now, I can only give them a privilege that not even the lords of the Horizon Court have, to see my world under the sun. Dorren: I could just kill them, you know. End their suffering and all that. Thorin: (Looks away) If you could see what kind of afterlife awaits them, you'd at least hesitate on doing that. Dorren: You should've just told all of this to the Foundation. Thorin: Oh, I tried. I've told them all about how I spent centuries becoming one of millions of kings and the oncoming fate of all our worlds, but they didn't seem to understand a single word. Dorren: Maybe don't talk to them in Wuski? It's quite nia{The Night Eternal}truc. Thorin: (Laughs) That's a choice I cannot make, sadly. If I do not ramble about it or say a bunch of numbers for hours, I'd be [DA{Just kill me.}TA EXPU{Please.}NG{Let me rest for just a little bit.}ED]. Dorren: Sheesh, you're better off dead if that happens. Thorin: That's not a viable solution. Dorren: So… you're not craving the sweet release of death nor are you trying to get the fuck out of here. Somehow I don't believe either of those statements. Thorin: You're misinterpreting my answers, Agent. This is my escape attempt, though I'm just following Mother Nature's laws. But as you can see, they're not very well-constructed. Death, on the other hand, is an unpredictable gift that keeps on giving. Dorren: (Pauses) You know what? Just tell me how to fix this. Let's both stop stalling. (Breathes) Tell me what I have to do. Thorin looks around his containment cell then lays down on his mattress. Thorin: Kill me. Dorren: Yeah sure, why n- Wait, what? You're kidding, right? Thorin: You've experienced it, haven't you? For your soul to be at peace, unburdened and unchained from the world. Dorren: Look, I don't know how you knew that, but I'm not gonna fulfill whatever death wish you h- Thorin: If your allegiance is with the Foundation and the Magistratum, then you should just hurry up and kill me. I know my parents are dead and all traces of my existence outside of this site have been erased. I'm perfectly sure that I won't be allowed to leave this place for the rest of my lives. It's just… I want to be at peace, even if it's just for a while. Dorren: You're telling me that this is the only way it can stop? Thorin: No, but it's certainly the easiest. Besides, as long as you don't destroy my brain, I should be back tomorrow morning. (Breathes) Please, just aim for the neck. Make it quick. Dorren: Why are you telling me all this? If the Foundation finds out, they'd probably kill you off for good! (Sighs) Why do I even bother? They're definitely recording this right now. These people are too cautious for their own good. Thorin: They will listen to you, trust me. They'll bring you here for every lunar eclipse to finish me off as many times as it takes, because they understand what needs to be done. Dorren: I really hope you're telling the truth, kid. Thorin: I am. Audio distorts for 19 seconds as Dorren pulls out a staff from his palm and holds it above Thorin's neck. Dorren: So, you got anything to say, before I put you to rest? Thorin: Yeah. (Starts to smile) Thanks for saving me back then. Dorren: (Chuckles) Don't mention it. Dorren [DATA EXPUNGED], decapitating Thorin. His body begins to evaporate as flames erupt from below him and swallow him whole. A door appears on the wall beside Dorren and swings open, revealing an empty bedroom. His staff bends in his hand, clattering to chains, crackling to thorns, and finally growing to a scarf, which he wraps around his neck. Dorren: See you later, kid. Dorren steps through the door. The door vanishes. [END LOG] The lunar eclipse ended shortly afterwards. The interior of Site-57 quickly reverted back to its original state and all SCP-5536-2 instances marched back to the middle of SCP-5536, each of them vanishing instantly inside the light. A rescue team shortly arrived and managed to recover 89 Foundation personnel. 38 other personnel were confirmed to be deceased and 4 are currently missing. SCP-5536-3 would rematerialise in his cell the next morning without any injuries. The following is an excerpt from the post-incident interview. Date: 17-05-2022 Interviewer: Dr. Nunnally Natt Interviewee: SCP-5536-3 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Natt: SCP-5536-3, we are conducting this interview to close out our investigation of the incident which took place on 16th of May that resulted in the deaths of many staff members. Do you have any comments to make? SCP-5536-3: Yes, actually. This interview will be available to Level 5 personnel and above, correct? Dr. Natt: I'm not at liberty to disclose that inf- SCP-5536-3: I'll take that as a yes. That means I can only give you the rough outlines. Dr. Natt: If what you have is enough, then it shouldn't be a problem. SCP-5536-3: Very well. (Pauses) Even though I am not responsible for such a horrible incident, I deeply apologize for it, as the perpetrators are some of my close colleagues. Dr. Natt: When you say "colleagues," do you mean those of the same status as you? So if there are others, does this mean it's happening in many places? SCP-5536-3: Countless of them, not just ours. In places you wouldn't even know existed. Dr. Natt: I see. In one of your interviews, you also mentioned something along the lines of "becoming a king in a span of a few centuries." Now, you sure don't look a quarter of that age. SCP-5536-3: Physically, no. This body of the child that I once was does not reflect my mental and spiritual experience. Though if you were to ask me of my age, I would reply that I am, without a doubt, 361 years old. Dr. Natt: (Pauses) Are you still Thorin? The boy that we brought here two years ago? SCP-5536-3: I wish I could say that. But you know how things are. Dr. Natt: Right… Now, if what you said is true, we are to terminate you on every lunar eclipse to prevent the more disastrous effects of SCP-5536's anomalous properties. Since your statement has been proven to be correct, I would also like to request that you give us information on the actions to be taken during other astronomical events. SCP-5536-3: Doctor, what makes you think whatever comes out of my mouth is the truth? Dr. Natt: Because it seems like you're actually trying to help us. SCP-5536-3: (Sighs) Then I shall give. You know those flowers that sprout up and wrap around the trilithons every night? Dr. Natt: Yes, I am aware that giving them any liquid has no effect on their growth. SCP-5536-3: Good. Now you might want to stock up on liquid mercury for the preparation of a solar eclipse. Dr. Natt: Do we… water them with it? SCP-5536-3: (Laughs heartily) Goodness no, Doctor! You'll kill them! Help them drink, for they will bloom with opened mouths. Dr. Natt: All… right, then. SCP-5536-3: That's all I could give you for now. And Doctor, if it's not too much to ask, I would like to ask of you to prepare a room for me in the observatory during the solar eclipses. Is that an even trade? Dr. Natt: Is that request necessary? SCP-5536-3: Yes, for all of you, but mostly for myself. Dr. Natt: I'll see what I can do. SCP-5536-3: Thank you, Doctor. [END LOG] A search mission was also intiated to relocate Agent Handel, concluding on that same day when he was found baking an unknown food product in the site cafeteria. Dr. Nunnally Natt was assigned to interview Agent Handel several minutes later in the site's safe room. Date: 17-05-2022 Interviewer: Dr. Nunnally Natt Interviewee: Agent Dorren Handel [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Natt: So, Agent Handel, about yesterday… Agent Handel: First off, it's a German name. Yes, I know it sounds like a pun. Also, the kid is safe, don't worry. Dr. Natt: Yes, I'm aware of that. That's not what I'm here for, though. Agent Handel: Oh yeah. Sorry for the pie thing. They might smell weird, but trust me, they're perfectly edible. Dr. Natt: (Scratches her head) I hope that doesn't have anything to do with whatever "Archon" you're working for. Agent Handel: (Pauses) Okay, who snitched on me? Dr. Natt: (Chuckles) Relax. It's an O5. She told me to watch a few recordings yesterday. Agent Handel: Dang. Is she listening to this right now? Dr. Natt motions her hand to the hidden camera. Agent Handel: (Looks at the camera) Oh, tro{fuck}sk! That was there this whole time? Must be real fucking tiny if- Dr. Natt: We're getting off track, Agent. Agent Handel: Sorry. (Coughs) Anyways, are they actually afraid to come into contact with other anomalies? Dr. Natt: They're just cautious, that's all. Agent Handel: Doctor, I'm gonna be honest with you. I'm not a reality bender or a Type Green, whatever you want to call it. Dr. Natt: So I've heard. Agent Handel: Also, I'm not actually German, though I do speak it. (Looks around the room) To tell you the truth, working with the Foundation has been é{I'm tired}ta rép{So tired.}sax. But I'm still gonna finish my mission, and that includes working with you. I can safely say that most of you are pretty competent. I also realize that both of our bosses have the same goal, to protect our existence. Dr. Natt: I sure hope my bosses think the same too, but I'm afraid that, during these two years, you're already aware on how we do things here. Agent Handel: (Sighs) So, what do they plan to do to me? Launch me to the sun? Blast me with SRAs? Lock me up along with their anomalousanimated factoryporn? Dr. Natt: (Laughs and leans back on her chair) No, nothing like that. They're probably more interested on finding out more about your superiors. Agent Handel: Does that mean they'll finally be sending troops to Stonehenge? Dr. Natt: You know that we can't afford to do that without proper research, right? Besides, you could definitely kill me before I blink and send some yourself. Agent Handel: That wouldn't be ethical, Doctor. Dr. Natt: You're starting to sound like a human. Agent Handel: Yep. And I hate it. Dr. Natt: (Sits upright) Look, I know it won't sound professional, but I want to thank you for saving our asses. Only a dumbass would take that for granted. I made sure that the O5 will at least consider helping you. They said they'll hold a vote to decide if this mission of yours is worth the trouble. Agent Handel: (Exasperated) Thanks. Much appreciated. Rest assured, my missions are for a good cause. Dr. Natt: You're welcome. They already have countermeasures though, just in case you need to be put down. Agent Handel: I know. Agent Handel dematerialises from his seat. Dr. Natt: That concludes the interview. [END LOG] Interviewer's Notes: Agent Handel is considered imperative to the containment of SCP-5536 and must be informed immediately about the results of the vote, whenever that happens. I don't care if any of you thinks he is involved with the Fifthists or if he's a lobotomized Type Green. We owe him. Don't forget that. Footnotes 1. A structure which consists of 2 vertical stones supporting a third horizontal stone across the top. Frequently used in the context of megalithic monuments. 2. Hypothesised to be a mutation between the Madonna lily (Lilium candidum) and the pheasant's eye (Narcissus poeticus). 3. A mineral which resulted from the natural combination of obsidian, brimstone, and [REDACTED]. Currently used by the Foundation for emergency heating. 4. An ancient dialect which originated from several regions in Russia. The Foundation are currently searching for any of its native speakers. 5. All 8-digit numbers given are dates that have been proven to correlate with past and future astronomical events. 6. "Archon Magistratum". 7. A task force specialising in the investigation, containment, and subsequent cleanup of anomalies in rural and suburban environments. 8. Methods include shaking, shouting, blaring an airhorn, blowing a dog whistle, playing a high bass boosted JJBA non-descript media compilation, and tickling. 9. 28051900, 08041902, 29051919, 18051920, 14011926, 02101959, 15111999, 05062020,16052022, 19032072, 25022119, 04052190, and 18122199. [ACCESS RESTRICTED: ENTER TIMMŪS-OP CREDENTIALS] [WELCOME, TIMMŪS-OPERATIVE MARGARINE] ACTIVATING EXISTENTIAL KILL AGENT "Is it really you?" Sorry, Ma'am. I had to make sure that it's really you. Or your boss. Or his bosses. Or their boss. You know, I should really stop talking. Like, right now. Okay, I'm gonna stop. LIFE SIGNS DETECTED FULL MISSION REPORT FROM: Agent Doorhandle TO: Timmūs-Operative Margarine This is Agent Doorhandle, giving a full report. Okay, maybe not that full. I've found the gateway. It is located in the 11th Level (Humanity) in Wiltshire, England, Europe, on Earth, inside the Milkyway. It is a monument of stone monoliths that the humans previously called "Stonehenge". The only safe time to enter through it is on the lunar and solar eclipses. We could always just destroy it, you know. According to the information I've gotten, the gateway leads to the place where the prisoners escaped to. If a few other sources are also to be believed, that its connection spans through infinite realities and universes, we might have another Infinitum crisis on our hands. When are the others coming, anyway? It's just me and Kabarat (that human) here. There's also a Fier here. Thorin Wagner, male, born on 19 ADG. He is currently not a threat and has proven to both be cooperative in my mission and crucial in maintaining the gateway's connection, but I worry that, since his body doesn't support his power, he might trigger a planetary extinction event in about 10 years. I suggest moving him to the 3rd Level (Arak) when his time comes. Good kid. He will be missed greatly. During these past 2 years, I have been cooperating with one of Humanity's Reclamation Groups, the SCP Foundation. From what I've seen so far, they are mostly able to handle some of the 12th and 13th Level threats, and their leaders are currently deciding on the best course of action involving us, though I still plan on checking out the Serpent's Hand. If everything goes well, I shall be reporting back to you soon. I'll try my best to come back on Klannux this year, though I can't really guarantee it. I'll still send a postcard to you and Arké-né just in case. This has been my full report, Ma'am. Love you! :D We are the demons that keep the angels in check. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5536" by Doorhandle, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5536. 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: Shuttered Dreams-1.jpg Author: Doorhandle License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: The Gateway Author: Doorhandle License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative Of: Names: Archimedes Muzenda.jpg Author: Alice_Alphabet License: Public Domain Source Link: Pixabay |
SCP-5537 | safe | SCP-5537: For the Seafood Lover in You Author: Hexick. Image Sources: [See license box at the end of this page] [ ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-5537 Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-5537 are currently kept within cryogenic storage within the Safe-class wing of Site-35. Due to the fragile nature of SCP-5537 instances, access to the anomalies is restricted to personnel possessing 4/5537 clearance and having been specially authorized by the current research head over SCP-5537. Furthermore, in the interest of preventing the onset of decay, SCP-5537 instances may be held outside of storage for no more than 4 consecutive hours. Description: SCP-5537 collectively designates the partially putrified remains of numerous fish, crustaceans, bivalves, and other similarly related sea life all possessing genetic structure identical to members of the group Homo sapiens (humans) recovered from the Bates Harbor located in Montauk, New York. Analysis of all recovered instances has determined that all had died in the same time frame due to rapid hemorrhaging of all internal organic structures from an unknown cause. Along with the bulk of SCP-5537s, the following items of interest were discovered along with the anomalies: A chef's coat; covered in blood and fatty tissue. Genetic analysis has been deemed impossible due to continuous exposure to the elements. 174 porcelain platters. Each had food remains caked onto their surfaces and damage consistent with exposure to saltwater. Congealed pools of vomit. Contents were partially digested SCP-5537 instances along with biscuits and bisque soup. A human cadaver. An autopsy revealed the individual to have been infected with Kuru. 12 one-gallon buckets of ground organic remains. Thaumic sigils engraved within the bedrock near the site of the SCP-5537 discovery. Discovery: SCP-5537 along with the aforementioned items of interest were recovered at various points throughout the Bates Harbor on March 9th, 2005 off the cliff edge which situated a struggling Red Lobster franchise (mainly due to the increasing price of seafood beyond what could be afforded by the establishment). Questioning of the staffers working for the restaurant has yielded no results, and further investigation into the practices of the aforementioned business is pending. Currently, Foundation operatives are attempting to obtain a warrant from the Site-35 Deputy Chief to raid the restaurant; however, verification for the reasonable belief of anomalous activity present on the premises is underway. Attempts to locate the employees terminated as a result of poor business performance has proven unsuccessful. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5537" by Hexick, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5537. 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. N/A |
SCP-5538 | safe | by stormbreath Item #: SCP-5538 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5538 has been purchased by the Foundation. Surveillance cameras have been installed inside. Security guards are to prevent unauthorized access. Description: SCP-5538 is an abandoned psychiatric facility in █████, ██. A rusted Foundation insignia was discovered on the exterior gate of the complex, but no record of the site existed internally prior to the initial discovery. The primary anomaly of SCP-5538 occurs when anyone approaches the front desk and asks to visit the "Holder of Abnormalities". This anomaly occurs regardless of whether any individual is sitting at the front desk. Upon asking to see the "Holder of Abnormalities", a visitor will gain knowledge of how to proceed to a cell in the basement of SCP-5538. Visitors consistently report expecting to hear conversation along this path but never actually hearing any. The destination cell is empty, but one of the walls is broken and leads to the main atrium of SCP-5538. There are five hundred and thirty-eight pedestals in the main atrium; all are empty. A heavy layer of dust covers each pedestal, although an impression of an object remains on each. Each has a distinct label, but the text on these labels has become illegible. A placard at the far end of the atrium reads: This is what happens when they all come together. Visitors who read this placard frequently report fears of having an adverse reaction. However, no such reactions have been observed. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5538" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5538. 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-5539 | safe | 1/5539 LEVEL 1/5539 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5539 SCP-5539-2 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5539 is to be kept in Mass Storage Site-33, Low-Security Warehouse 6. Any testing of SCP-5539 must be authorized by MTF Mu-680 “Identified Flying Objects”. Foundation employees working in Low-Security Warehouse 6 should be issued a semiannual memo detailing Foundation Code of Workplace Conduct 56: Alcohol consumption and inebriation is not permissible in the workplace. Description: SCP-5539 is a pair of public bathroom signs labelled Gents/Hommes and Ladies/Dames. The signs are designated SCP-5539-1 and SCP-5539-2 respectively. When either SCP-5539 instance is installed on a bathroom door in any establishment primarily serving alcoholic beverages, hereafter referred to as a bar, the anomalous properties of SCP-5539 will manifest. Any individual with a Blood Alcohol Content (BAC) at or above 0.030% who enters SCP-5539’s affected bathroom and attempts to urinate will be instantly transported to another, non-anomalous, bar’s bathroom. The distance between the source bar and destination bar is a function of the individual’s BAC. That is to say, the higher an individual’s BAC, the further they will be transported. Addendum.5539.1: Project 41-Crofton + ACCESS ADDENDUM - CLOSE ADDENDUM Project 41-Crofton Lead Researcher: Doctor Vera Kedrov Date Activated: August 24, 2020 Current Status: Terminated Summary: Project 41-Crofton is a study of SCP-5539 with the goal of experimentally characterizing its anomalous properties for potential field use. The primary method of data collection is Procedure A41-Crofton as conducted by MTF Epsilon-34 “Day Drinkers” personnel. Procedure A41-Crofton Summary: Procedure A41-Crofton is a repeatable procedure used to collect data points for the statistical analysis of SCP-5539. To conduct the procedure, a subject must consume alcoholic beverages until a pre-specified BAC is met, at which point they must induce SCP-5539’s anomalous properties by urinating in an affected bathroom. After being transported from the source bar to the destination bar, the subject makes note of their location then returns to the source bar by conventional means. The data points collected in this manner are used to improve the accuracy of statistical models of SCP-5539. Procedure A41-Crofton is to be exclusively conducted by MTF Epsilon-34 “Day Drinkers” personnel. Epsilon-34 is comprised of Foundation agents who have demonstrated above average alcohol tolerance and are equipped with surgically implanted radio tracking beacons. Procedure A41-Crofton has been conducted 130 times since Project 41-Crofton’s activation. Through this testing it has been determined that there exists a rough linear relationship between a subject’s BAC and their displacement distance. For example, a BAC of 0.030% will result in a displacement of roughly 600 m and a BAC of 0.35%1 will result in a displacement of roughly 250 km. However, the discrete distance between bars in combination with inherent randomness gives the statistical model a high variance, making accurate predictions of displacement location difficult. Addendum.5539.2: Relevant Correspondence + ACCESS ADDENDUM - CLOSE ADDENDUM From: pcs.noitadnuof|34vordek.v#pcs.noitadnuof|34vordek.v To: pcs.noitadnuof|70idrabmol.e#pcs.noitadnuof|70idrabmol.e Subject: Subject Bi-Monthly Progress Report 1 📎 Raw.csv 📎 Model.csv 📎 Field Applications.pdf Hello Elena, I’ve attached a comprehensive report along with supplemental materials to this E-mail, but I know you’re busy, so I’ll give you the executive summary. Everything is progressing smoothly. There was some initial friction with the Area-56 staff when we took over their mess hall and turned it into a test bed, but I think they’re over it. As of today, we’ve executed Procedure A41-Crofton 134 times, putting us well ahead of schedule. The statistical model we’re creating with the data is getting more accurate every day. Using it, we’ve been able to correctly predict the destination bar 1 in every 3 tests. By the next progress report, I suspect we’ll have gotten that to 1 in every 2 tests. In terms of field use, we’ve outlined several promising applications. The first is as an infiltration method for kinetic action units. A team could use SCP-5539 to displace to a bar near a target location and seize their objective by surprise. The second use would be as a mass evacuation vehicle. If a site were to become compromised, its personnel could use SCP-5539 to escape faster than any conventional air or ground evacuation. Raw test results, our statistical model, and more detailed plans for field use have been attached. Doctor Vera Kedrov | Area-56 | Lead Researcher, Project 41-Crofton From: pcs.noitadnuof|70idrabmol.e#pcs.noitadnuof|70idrabmol.e To: pcs.noitadnuof|34vordek.v#pcs.noitadnuof|34vordek.v Subject: RE: Subject Bi-Monthly Progress Report 1 I’m going to be blunt with you Vera, this is terrible. When I handed you a check for ███ thousand dollars, I was hoping that you would at least be able to tell me where I’d end up after using 5539, but after two months of getting your co-workers drunk, you can’t even say that for certain. Your statistical model is nowhere close to being ready for field use. Speaking of field use, the applications you dreamed up are insane. What MTF operator wants to insert into a hot zone drunk off their ass and then still have to catch a taxi to get to their target? And a site evacuation vehicle? Do you want everyone in Site-19 to carry around an emergency bottle of Bacardi? Convincing the budget committee to fund a project with this much alcohol involved in the first place was a nightmare, but with this sort of progress, there’s no way I’ll be able to get you another round of cash. I’m shutting Project 41-Crofton down. You’ve got to the end of the month to wrap up, then you and your staff will be transferred back to your previous assignments. I like you Vera, but this is a mess. Doctor Elena Lombardi | Site-19 | Director, Anomalous Technologies Research & Development Addendum.5539.3: Incident Reports + ACCESS ADDENDUM - CLOSE ADDENDUM Incident Report 5539.1 Date Occurred: November 23, 2020 Type Code: H380 - Unscheduled Use of Anomaly Summary: On November 23, 2020, while attempting to perform procedure A41-Crofton, MTF Epsilon-34 operator Agent Frank Koehler ingested enough alcohol to achieve a BAC of 1.2%, far in excess of the permitted experimental amount. A post incident investigation found that Agent Koehler’s actions were most likely caused by heightened emotional stress from the termination of Project 41-Crofton and having received a transfer order to SCP-███, generally thought to be an undesirable assignment due to the excessive [REDACTED]. Project 41-Crofton research staff attempted to subdue Agent Koehler in order to treat him for potential alcohol poisoning, but Agent Koehler overpowered them and insisted on continuing with the procedure. After inducing SCP-5539’s anomalous properties, he was transported to [REDACTED], a night club in Kaohsiung City, Taiwan. Inebriated, Agent Koehler was arrested by local authorities for public intoxication. Once in custody, Agent Koehler entered a coma and was transported to a local medical center where he received lifesaving treatment. Foundation personnel embedded in the Taiwanese government retrieved Agent Koehler soon after. As of December 11, 2020, Agent Koehler has been cleared for active duty and has been assigned to SCP-███. Agent Koehler after being retrieved by Foundation operatives embedded in the Taiwanese government Incident Report 5539.2 Date Occurred: November 30, 2020 Type Code: E106 - Experimentation that Violates Ethics Code Summary: On November 30, 2020 Project 41-Crofton research staff led by Doctor Vera Kedrov engaged in reckless experimentation resulting in the assumed expiration of D-19803. The post incident Ethics Committee investigation has established the following timeline. 498-Kerlaugar and 905-Eutychus On November 24, 2020 Doctor Kedrov learnt of Incident 5539.1 and determined that Agent Koehler’s nearly ██,000 km displacement demonstrated that the relationship between BAC and SCP-5539 induced travel distance was not linear. Rather, the high variance in Project 41-Crofton’s statistical model was obscuring an exponential relationship. Between November 24 and 29, Doctor Kedrov led her research staff in the creation of a procedure to nonlethally replace a subject’s blood with pure alcohol. The procedure involved the use of anomalous technologies 905-Eutychus “Lethal Trauma Stabilization Casket” and 498-Kerlaugar “Non-Euclidian Fluid Manipulator”. On November 30, Doctor Kedrov submitted a falsified D-Class request resulting in D-19803 being assigned to Project 41-Crofton. Once in Doctor Kedrov’s custody, she instructed her staff to replace D-19803’s blood with alcohol using the procedure they had developed. The operation required that the subject be sealed into the Lethal Trauma Stabilization Casket to prevent a cardiac flat line. The procedure was successfully completed without incident. Once ready, D-19803 was, with the help of research staff, made to induce SCP-5539’s anomalous properties. Immediately upon doing so, D-19803 disappeared and contact with the casket’s radio tracking device was lost. As of January 18, 2021, neither D-19803 nor the casket have been found despite global search efforts. Doctor Kedrov and her senior research staff have been charged with Unauthorized D-Class Sacrifice. All testing of SCP-5539 has been halted indefinitely per Ethics Committee ruling. Addendum.5539.4: Classified Top Secret Level 4/5539 + ACCESS ADDENDUM - CLOSE ADDENDUM MTF Mu-680 “Identified Flying Objects” Dossier Commanding Officer: Colonel Elaine Brookes Date Activated: September 28, 2608 Current Status: Active Satellite imagery of Kepler-███b Objective: MTF Mu-680’s ongoing goal is to prevent the civilian discovery of Kepler-███b, which would most likely induce a BK-Class Broken Masquerade Scenario. Kepler-███b is an exoplanet well within the circumstellar habitable zone of Kepler-███ known to harbor Sapience 17-Jericho, an alien species in the early information stage of societal development with an approximate population of █ billion. Current analysis suggests that civilian exploration probes will discover Kepler-███b by 2610. On September 8, 2608, an MTF Omega-805 “The Final Frontier” superluminal probe performing pre-First Contact screening around Kepler-███b detected an artificial EM signal emanating from the planet’s surface identical to the signal produced by radio tracking devices used by the Foundation in the early 21st century. Further investigation revealed that D-19803’s stabilization casket, lost on November 30, 2020 to SCP-5539, was present on Kepler-███b and being housed in a structure of extreme cultural significance, analogous to a museum or church. Further study indicates that large portions of Sapience 17-Jericho’s culture centers around an event occurring approximately 600 years ago in which a benevolent supernatural being arrived on their world to warn them of a supreme evil known as the Foundation. In the event that civilian authorities establish contact with Sapience 17-Jericho, the occurrence of a BK-Class Broken Masquerade Scenario is almost guaranteed. To prevent this MTF Mu-680 “Identified Flying Objects” was created. Currently, Mu-680 operates both a disinformation network and a fleet of combat spacecraft with the goal of preventing civilian authorities from approaching Kepler-███b. This strategy is anticipated to become untenable as civilian development intensifies in the region. In the long term, Mu-680 aims to artificially induce either an IK-Class Collapse of Global Civilization Scenario or WK-Class Mass Extinction Event on Kepler-███b. This course of action is pending Ethics Committee approval. Footnotes 1. The highest experimental BAC permitted by the Ethics Committee. |
SCP-5540 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5540 Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding SCP-5540 has been enclosed by a chain link fence under pretenses of a chemical spill zone. A single building at the north border of the fence, Outpost Phantasos, has been constructed to accommodate any researchers who need to investigate SCP-5540, with a maximum capacity of four persons. Any greater amount increases the chance of an Inverse Condition. Automatic systems are in charge of monitoring and alerting security to damages. Four security cameras fed by an onsite generator surround SCP-5540 and stream its activity to Foundation intranets, where analysis can be performed without risking mental stability. Anti-coghaz bots are active on each camera as a safeguard against possible memetic threat. While it is considered unlikely to occur, assigned personnel who report the reemergence of childhood memories are to be removed from SCP-5540 research immediately. Personnel who request access to Outpost Phantasos or request access to the anomaly must be amnesticized as to remove all memories of life prior to adolescence. Failure to do so increases the chance of an Inverse Condition. Description: SCP-5540 is a quasi-corporeal, sapient mass of oneiric origin, located in the Bois Beckett Forest of Sherbrooke, Quebec, Canada. The mass forms an amorphous mound approximately 2m in width, regularly oscillating and altering its composition between material states.1 Limbs are present as branches extruding from the anomaly, though these routinely dissolve into the main mass and, at points, form the shapes of other organisms. These include those of felines, canids, plants,2 and crude humanoid bodies. Limb movement often increases when human subjects are approaching. The anomaly does not maintain a physical presence at its location. Despite superficial visuals, it has left no impact on the terrain or surrounding flora, and has been largely ignored by wildlife. SCP-5540 has not displayed an awareness of entities beyond humans. When approaching within 3m of the anomaly, subjects report sounds of excited speech and a voice beckoning to come closer, the details of which are indistinct upon recollection. Once at a distance of 1m, the anomaly expands itself to form a set of miniaturized, plastic furniture and brightly colored cubes, likely intended to serve as seats.3 The subjects then behave as though they are engaging in a lively conversation with another individual, performing energetic gestures and displaying joyful expressions. No words are spoken during this time. Upon leaving, subjects cannot describe their experiences beyond having felt emotions of nostalgia and bliss. SCP-5540 remains as a point of fondness afterwards. SCP-5540 performs its own behavior independent of human interaction. Common examples include puppeteering, performed with the shapes created on its limbs, and games of catch, played with itself. Intermittently, it creates eye-like structures that examine a specific point above itself, generating hands as if to grab descending objects. Inverse Conditions are neurological phenomena afflicting subjects within ~60m of the anomaly, emerging once five or more persons are present within the radius. These constitute a rapid release of dopamine and a loss in motor control, rendering subjects immobile and delirious. Despite the expected reactions that would emerge, subjects are paranoid, fearing that an unspecified "belonging" will be taken from them and disposed of. This lasts until subjects panic, spontaneously regaining motor control and fleeing from the area. Without proper amnesticization Inverse Conditions can repeat. The compounded loss in motor control results in stress-induced nerve damage, increasing until full body paralysis sets in4 and, unless drastic action is taken, a persistent vegetative state. Minimal neurological activity occurs at this stage. When brought into the vicinity of SCP-5540, activity associated with bliss is noted, along with the release of dopamine. While it is rare, a metal plaque has been observed by subjects near the anomaly. This is reportedly placed at a point above the anomaly, located in a dimly-lit corridor that extends for an indefinite distance. A transcript is provided below: Use the following receptacle for waste Slide it into the slot until it falls into the bin. Remember, don't leave your memories on the floor. That makes a mess for everyone! Be courteous to your fellow visitors and dispose of them properly. Remember, you'll never need to remember them again after today! Intermittently, SCP-5540 has been noted to increase in mass. Footnotes 1. Most commonly plastics, flesh, and plush. 2. Often flowers. 3. Owing to their quasi-physical nature, these cannot be used. 4. Usually during the fourth or fifth Inverse Condition. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5540" by NatVoltaic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5540. 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-5541 | esoteric-class | If this document still exists in the repository before the date of its creation, then all tests have been unsuccessful. For time itself. SCPfNet webAdmin Auto-Response System WARNING: document is unverifiable by our server backup, it may be out-of-date. content at this address is at risk of deletion, please update to current version. this is an automated, weekly check. limit 3 failed checks without administrative override. overrides given: 1,590 〘ACTIVATE LANDAU-ROSENFELD MEMETIC ICONOHAZARD〙 gestating⋯ physiological conditioning response confirmed. you may feel slight pressure in your head. this is normal. Item#: 5541 Level6 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo One variation of SCP-5541-1/GOI-Ω's emblem, recovered from document "Case File #90G-1IPN-Y190" (See below). Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5541 is considered uncontainable at this time. There are no current theories or models that can be used as sufficient evidence to support acceptable proposals for novel containment measures of SCP-5541. It is unknown whether or not SCP-5541 needs to be contained at all, however, extensive analysis of data obtained from future outcomes suggests that prevention and/or the containment of affected timelines is integral to the continued existence of the Foundation and the current definition of consensus reality for the remainder of this iteration of the universe. SCP-2003 has been enabled for limited testing within the Temporal Anomalies Department. Modified Mk. V Xyank-Anastasakos Constant Temporal Sinks (XACTS) and strategically placed Lang-Scranton Spatial Stabilizers enable increased power output of up to 1*108 kW, more accurate calibration of end point four-vector coordinates, and an additional, esoteric form of metastable tachyon flux conditions. Research into the potential applications of the latter is ongoing. UPDATE 10.17.2676 - A trusted member of Overwatch has been given select details about the anomaly and the group responsible for SCP-5541-1's successful inception across all relevant timelines, as well as potential solutions. Members of Tactical Operations Command for the Temporal Anomalies Department are to utilize SCP-2003 for daily inspections of variant timelines and should immediately report any atypical findings. UPDATE 10.22.2676 - Attempts to provide our RCT-Δt O5 informant with preliminary data regarding SCP-5541-1 have proven ineffective. Checking the causal stream shows detrimental actions taken by the informant upon reception of this document that were unaccounted for. These actions may have had a direct relationship with the manifestation of SCP-5541. Days without an atypical finding: 18437 (as of 04.22.2726) Atypical findings since initial manifestation: 00000 (as of 04.22.2726) Description: SCP-5541 is the designation for a temporally-certain outcome expressed throughout all future timelines that will be observed by the Foundation Temporal Anomalies Department, beginning at the end of the current millennium, always between the years of 2995 and 3003 AD. This phenomenon is first observed at some arbitrary point after the events of Operation HIGHLANDER,1 which has been or will be the result of RCT-Δt's actions taken upon discovery of SCP-5541. Therefore, it is believed that the anomaly manifested via a closed-loop "bootstrap" temporal paradox.2 View the below materials for more information on temporal field theory and its relevance to SCP-5541. Additional Materials Figure 1. Temporal Field Basics Figure 2. Emergence Point Figure 3. Timeline Select a tab to view related diagram. Figure 1: Basic temporal field. Note that the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics is indeterministic and thus choice is not the deciding factor for branch result in a typical system. Atypical systems do exist, although they appear to be the exception and not the rule. Figure 2: There is often no specific action or event that can be identified as the "beginning" of SCP-5541. Members of the Temporal Intelligence Community usually refer to a catastrophic failure within the Foundation that results in a Broken Masquerade Event as the primary indicator, although there are likely multiple small failures of administrative/infrastructural function prior to the event in majority of cases (See On the Nature of Foundation Collapse, below). Theories emerging from TIC suggest visualizing the onset of SCP-5541 as a gradient of decline. For ease of visualization, a point is used. Figure 3: A simplified timeline of events during and following the temporal loop formed as a consequence of/resulting in SCP-5541. Image is considered to be a guide and not a realistic depiction of fourth-dimensional space. Starting at the right side, follow the blue line upwards to the green line, down through the green line and back up via the black line to see the events of the paradox itself. RCT-Δt experimentation attempting to prevent the conception of the paradox does not appear to be effective. So far, over 150 attempts of varying methodology have been initiated by RCT-Δt traveling back to prevent RCT-Δt from traveling back and providing this document to a trusted member of Overwatch. If this document still exists in the repository before the date of its creation, then all tests have been unsuccessful. It is postulated that SCP-5541 cannot be prevented nor delayed without use of extreme measures such as anomalous tools or retrocausal weapons, which would be used to terminate or otherwise displace one or more parties involved in the creation of the paradox. However, it is impossible to confirm whether intervention of this type would have any effect on the outcome without doing so, let alone result in the desired outcome versus any number of potential negative impacts, such as an ontological breakdown of reality or unwanted alteration of future timelines.34 SCP-5541 is described as a global paradigm shift, affecting all timelines tangent to and including our own, starting at a single 4th-dimensional point that encompasses all frames of reality that occur during the causal loop—regardless of other initial conditions and outcomes leading up until the point of Emergence.5 This makes SCP-5541 the only known or hypothesized outcome to do so other than the heat death of this iteration of the universe. SCP-5541's nature and effect on sentient life is not entirely the same in all affected timelines, however, analysis indicates that at least some axioms can be considered certain at this time: All timelines observed by members of the Temporal Anomalies Department that fit the criteria will ultimately succumb to SCP-5541 around the end of the third millennium Whether or not SCP-5541's emergence is a consequence of Foundation personnel observing these futures, the result of the causal loop itself, a multidimensional homogenous wave function collapse synchronization,6 or any combination of these remains unknown and is unlikely to be determined SCP-5541 will always involve the complete destruction of Foundation infrastructure, leading to the release of thousands of various anomalies, followed by the persecution of Foundation staff. To note, many previously-considered dangerous Keter/Apollyon-level entities, objects, concepts, locations, and phenomena do not activate or become docile once containment is broken while SCP-5541 is in effect A Broken Masquerade event will occur. Public opinion of Foundation efforts and employees will become overtly negative A gestalt Group of Interest will form from several extant groups, all of which are confirmed dissidents of Foundation operations, named "The Allied Occult Initiative", designated SCP-5541-1/GOI-Ω, which will assume control over the entire planet Mass thought and awareness of the public will shift, leading to a total unification of ideology and a restructuring of consensus reality, as it is defined by SCP-5541-1. Most irrational or undeserved fears, hatreds, behaviors, prejudices, and ideologies will effectively cease Foundation testing logs and staff rosters will become public knowledge, former staff will be systematically hunted down and imprisoned or terminated via a variety of means by the public, encouraged by SCP-5541-1 SCP-5541-1 will also trigger similar events for select groups of interest, should they exist. This includes but is not limited to The Fifth Church, The Church of Sarkism, The Church of the Broken God, and Marshall, Carter & Dark, Ltd. A period of nonviolence and spiritual/intellectual enlightenment will occur, lasting anywhere from 5-30 years Phenomena on Earth will become increasingly anomalous, during which time public perception of said phenomena will remain the same—A quality deemed "Nonchalance" by members of the Temporal Intelligence Community If SCP-5541 cannot be stopped, our timeline and all timelines that diverged from ours since the causal loop will experience an emergent QK-Class "Quantum Degeneracy" End-of-World Scenario, designated SCP-5541-Ω, and all life on the planet will cease to exist Incidents of Interest Log 5541-níðhöggr _ ◆ On the Nature of Foundation Collapse Aftermath of critical failure at Site-19. As briefly touched upon above, SCP-5541's exact emergence point is unclear. It is typically marked by the loss of Foundation sites, important members of the Administration, and/or many personnel, ultimately leading to larger-scale failures. In majority of instances, the destruction of one or more vital Foundation sites can be cited as the primary cause of systemic collapse of all organization operations. In some cases (~30%), this event can be traced to a severe containment breach. In less cases (<10%), the cause is associated with internal sabotage, either as premeditated attempts by insurgents or stochastic incidents from disillusioned personnel acting as lone assailants. Nearly 60% of all cases were due to administrative/infrastructural failures such as communications breakdowns or containment constraints. ~1% of cases involve the spontaneous detonation of one or more on-site nuclear warheads or similar "black swan" preventative measures. Attempts to divert or otherwise prevent Foundation collapse in timelines impacted by SCP-5541 have proven unsuccessful in all cases. Individual events can be mitigated, but without the proper foresight associated with backwards travel, it is impossible to predict when the next may occur. It appears that in most of these timelines, the Foundation was at risk of catastrophic failure for some time leading up to the event itself. Agents of Tactical Operations Command have attempted to "prime" specific timelines by traveling to a point prior to the window in which SCP-5541 will emerge, however, events occur that are beyond the scope of reach, or personnel are hampered by one or more individuals acting against the interests of the agents and the Foundation as a whole, rendering these efforts futile. Attempts to establish contact with future members of the Temporal Anomalies Department have been similarly unproductive. Personnel in observed timelines generally express confusion at the presence of RCT-Δt agents from the past, possibly suggesting future agents are still traveling forward to deal with threats, isolating themselves from past members to safeguard against annihilation via self-interaction, and/or are aware of some information regarding SCP-5541 that, for an unknown reason, prohibits them from informing current RCT-Δt members of their status and whereabouts. Investigations into the future actions of the Temporal Anomalies Department are being considered, however, logistical concerns and inherent trust-related risks are major obstacles to these operations. It is also to note that in most affected timelines, by the end of the third millennium, containment efforts have increased in cost, size, and complexity such that tracking all facets related to sustaining uniform operations is nearly impossible. In addition, average employee morale is at an all-time low in almost every instance. _ ◆ Apollyon-Class Containment Breach Incident 5541-Gleipnir Date: 10/12/2999 Location: Containment Area-179, Universe-Kappa-Erikesh Subject: Breach of SCP-2317 Preface: Up until now, SCP-2317 had been defying all previous predictions regarding its activation. SCP-2317-G had broken nearly 700 years prior and, despite this, no movement was detected until this moment. [BEGIN LOG] 14:20 - Area-179 containment klaxon blares. 14:22 - SCP-2317 is seen standing from its structure within Universe-Kappa-Erikesh. Thermal sensors indicate a sharp increase in temperature. 14:30 - Deployed Foundation forces arrive at Area-179, which is suffering from severe siesmic activity. Religious figures and thaumaturges are brought on-site to perform various rites and blessings. O5 Council is taken off-world. Evacuating personnel and bystanders are seen crying, some contacting loved ones or emergency services. 14:35 - SCP-2317 breaks through the door to Universe-Kappa-Erikesh, stretching the portal to immense size. Foundation forces prove ineffective. 14:42 - SCP-2317 ignores all parties and leaves the containment area, walking westward. 15:35 - SCP-2317 travels several thousand kilometers to the country shoreline, taking pains to avoid crushing horrified pedestrians. 16:25 - SCP-2317 arrives at a local beach and sits, watching the horizon until sunset, several hours later (19:43). 16:50 - Children are seen playing in the sand on and around SCP-2317's feet for some time. 20:04 - SCP-2317 falls asleep on the beach, smiling. Squirrels and stray dogs gather around the entity and sleep/nest aside its form. Birds are observed landing on the creature's nose as it breathes. SCP-2317 remains in this location for upwards of a week, behaving in a largely similar manner for most of this timeframe. Foundation containment efficiency plummets from the subsequent Broken Masquerade Event, leading to systemic collapse of all operations within 48 hours, catalyzed in part due to an extremely successful doxxing campaign launched by members of the popular online variety content board "4chan". [END LOG] Note: SCP-2317 has yet to cause intentional harm to the biological life of any observed timeline in which it is active. _ ◆ SCP-5541-Ω + Image The only recovered photo of an in-progress SCP-5541-Ω QK-Class Scenario. Note the artifacting and screen slicing—both possible outcomes of extreme ontological/informational degradation. Taken from a live stream of bystanders observing event, recorded by TOC Agent Semel Dacia before returning to SCP-2003. Dacia reportedly experienced intrusive thoughts and foreign memories upon return. Symptoms lessened over the next week, and Agent Dacia was examined and found to be otherwise healthy. SCP-5541-Ω does not typically manifest in the same manner between observed timelines. Often, it results from a secondary triggering event. Unfortunately, it is difficult to garner much detail about the exact nature of the event given the risk involved in doing so. Only two agents have been able to observe an in-progress SCP-5541-Ω event and return—Agent Dacia (mentioned above) and an agent whose abstract conceptual space for which the Temporal Anomalies Department would have assigned or referred to for a name was lost during the event. All involved remember the agent, yet no personnel can recall a name nor a substitute label which could be used in reference to identity. This agent recalled that the event was triggered by an exceptionally large game7 of hide-and-seek. SCP-5541-1/GOI-Ω: "The Allied Occult Initiative" - Materials _ ◆ Articles 5541-A-1 through 3: Propaganda Campaign Recovered Propaganda Materials 1 2 3 GOI-Ω's remarkable efficiency with public persuasion is due in part to a complex understanding of human psychology, social engineering, and the anomalous. Usage of the collective knowledge held by all GOIs assimilated into the organization and combined with robust marketing campaigns, GOI-Ω is easily able to capitalize on the Foundation's collapse, using it as a springboard to gain access to the front and center of various social, ideological, and political movements. View other tabs for additional notes and closer views of each. GOI-Ω heavily relies on the perception of the organization as a force of rationality, understanding, and coexistence with all beings that are capable of doing so, anomalous or otherwise. This is used to paint the Foundation as restrictive, narrow-minded, and incompetent. In addition to previously described defamation, GOI-Ω's marketing also focuses heavily on the "thought-police" aspects of Foundation operations, including memory alteration/amnestics use, subterfuge techniques, and disinformation campaigns— going to great lengths to ensure claims made are not sensationalized, while withholding information about positive Foundation operations and results. A major facet of successful campaigns by GOI-Ω include the natural conclusion that the Foundation's "limited" view of the anomalous and consensus reality implies the party exists as a polar opposite. Specifically, with intent to achieve a complete enlightenment of all beings on Earth, and the subsequent unification of humanity and the anomalous to become a hyperintelligent collective consciousness of unfathomable power. This process is theorized to be the primary mechanism for the final stages of SCP-5541, including SCP-5541-Ω. _ ◆ Case File # 90G-1IPN-Y190 Note: This document was recovered from a routine observation of SCP-5541. It was selected for inclusion on the basis that it is notable for erroneously describing SCP-5541-Ω phenomena as anomalous. Footnotes have been provided as clarifying remarks from the Temporal Anomalies Department and thus were not present at time of recovery. Case File #: 90G-1IPN-Y190 Hazard Level: LOW Priority: LOW Risk Mitigation Factors: N/A Specifications: Case File #90G-1IPN-Y190 is the collective designation for a set of five six aberrant configurations of gravitational syzygy,9 referred to as 90G-1IPN-Y190-A through 90G-1IPN-Y190-E F, and their relationship with Jupiter. Aberrant phenomena has not been associated with these alignment types prior to 3000 AD. Instances are found to occur when Jupiter obscures the view of another planet from all observers in the solar system. Analysis has confirmed this effect extends to other aberrant interplanetary designations like Case File #90M-NP17-PL19 and Case File #14X-RE02-CT21. All portions of the observable universe completely masked by Jupiter effectively cease to exist for as long as they are unobserved. Despite this, other portions of unobscured space function without indication of change, implying that reality does not exist on the far side of the planet. This effect has been confirmed through the use of Lacunar-Thaumaturgic Ranged Image Processing (L-TRIP)10 systems which are utilized to grant temporary clairvoyance and help anticipate an increasing number of aberrant artifacts and phenomena. The unexplained effect of each configuration is heavily dependent on which body is obscured. Configurations Configuration Details Effect #90G-1IPN-Y190-A Jupiter occults Saturn. Now every 20-30 years All biological growth and decomposition in the solar system ceases for duration of event. Radioactive isotopes do not decay. Humans unable to experience personal growth (emotional, spiritual, or physical). Global AEP rate11 decreases to ~0.0% #90G-1IPN-Y190-B The moon/Venus/Mars occults Jupiter. Occurs every ~32 years All technological advancements of greater complexity than simple mechanisms like pulleys and levers cease function until event passes. Humans report sporadic cases of epistaxis and loss of consciousness. Boundary reality found to drop sharply for duration of event, leading to an inversely proportional AEP spike #90G-1IPN-Y190-C Jupiter occults Neptune. Experienced 04/30/2998, configuration had not occurred since 9/19/1702 Global intelligence decreases dramatically for duration of alignment. General fatigue is often reported. Sentient beings cannot dream during this period #90G-1IPN-Y190-D Jupiter occults Uranus. Occurs every 300-400 years Earth's oceans rapidly change to a mix of water, water-ice, methane and ammonia. Atmospheric conditions change to primarily hydrogen and helium. A faint ring is visible in the sky for duration of event, after which everything returns to its previous state. No adverse health or environmental reactions are detected #90G-1IPN-Y190-E Jupiter occults Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune simultaneously. Does not exist naturally. Occured only once, as a result of a sporadic aberration pocket on 10/10/3001 Location of previously unconfirmed but hypothesized trans-Neptunian planet reveals itself in spectacular fashion, designated #90G-1IPN-Y190-IX. Observation shows planet is occupied by a single, massive, omnipotent entity, observed to be covered in eyes hundreds of kilometers across #90G-1IPN-Y190-F Jupiter occults #90G-1IPN-Y190-IX. Will occur sometime around 02/3012 Reality on far side of Jupiter stops existing while unobserved by omnipotent entity Addendum 5541-Aion: Additional Materials _ ◆ RCT-Δt's Proposal In light of information gained from extensive observations of SCP-5541 and its related effects, as well as various statistical and historical data, the Temporal Anomalies Department has decided to submit for review a proposal for SCP-001. Submitted Document 001-Δt can be found below, which is currently under review by the O5 Council, the Ethics Committee, and the Temporal Intelligence Community. Item #: SCP-001 (Pending Assignment) Special Containment Procedures: SCP-001 is to be limited in scope to the best ability of the Foundation, but must not be completely contained nor abandoned at any time. This is to continue until such actions become impossible or are no longer necessary. It is believed that SCP-001's effects possess a certain "acceptable" range so as to ensure Foundation operations remain manageable and secure facilities self-sustainable for an indeterminate amount of time. Adhering to this range while undergoing a complete restructuring of protocol to one prioritizing rehabilitation, low-profile relocation, and reintegration services is the most optimal means of preserving consensus reality and the lives of nearly every being in the entire universe, across all universes and timelines that are impacted by SCP-001 itself. Description: SCP-001 is the designation for an anachronistic metaphysical quality that permeates all systems of complex structures that possess sentience, can be defined as "human"/"humanoid", or can otherwise receive, store, and transmit high-order information. SCP-001 is believed to manifest as the outcome of a probabilistic scenario initiated when any 3rd-dimensional frame within a 4th-dimensional octahedral reality is subject to wave function collapse. When probabilistic scenarios collapse via observation, there is an unknown likelihood13 that SCP-001 will occur. When this happens, SCP-001 will randomly manifest anomalous phenomena at any synchronous point on the 3D frame that is also experiencing wave function collapse. This effect does not appear to have a limited range outside of the field of view and the ability to observe at a distance, so long as the space is unobserved in one frame, and is observed in some way in the next. Additionally, the process or sensory function in which the observation occurs does not appear to matter, although vision remains the most effective means of doing so that humans possess. The intensity, frequency, and density of SCP-001's effect increases over each quantum of time elapsed, by a rate determined through the previous density of the effect and other factors such as broad awareness of this aspect of reality. When human entities gain knowledge of the anomalous, increase their population density, and/or unify their thought processes, the rate at which anomalous phenomena generates via SCP-001 increases. This also influences the radius of the same effect impacting a spherical area surrounding the brains of all affected organisms.14 Therefore, it is possible for this system to reach a "cascade" point, wherein a positive feedback loop of anomalous activity leads to the collapse of quantum systems due to insufficient universal resources. It is the conclusion of the Temporal Anomalies Department that "anomalies" are as intrinsic to reality as reality itself, perhaps associated with some unknown form of higher-order mathematics and/or sciences not yet known to us. The inverse of this appears to also be true; when there are less observers in a space, the area being observed becomes less real by a faint, imperceptible, but entirely measurable change in Humes. As such, SCP-001 appears to suggest that "baseline" reality is malleable and "anomalous" in its entirety. It is speculated that Hume loss of unobserved space correlates with a limited amount of "processing power" within the universe. Use of this finite quantity appearts to be offset by an endogeonous self-adjusting limiting/boosting mechanism, which helps regulate the Hume field of the surrounding reality. This is further corroborated by reports within spaces in which the Hume field logarithmically approaches zero, where human minds have been seen to individually generate their own localized reality. It appears there is an inherent property of reality that is necessary to observe in order to exist within, and yet cannot exist while unobserved. Conclusion: The observer effect within the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics, SCP-001, appears to be at least partially responsible for the generation of large portions of our current universe, utilizing or being generated by humanoid life-forms. Thus the phenomenon is responsible both for the generation of anomalous activity/baseline reality and cannot be contained fully, nor should it remain uncontained. Due to the relationship with the very objects the Foundation has spent centuries studying, and the Organization's strained relationship with various groups considered "different" than humanity, such as The Children of the Night, RCT-Δt urges the Council to immediately reclassify all phenomena as explained through the nature of consensus reality and begin rehabilitation/reintroduction programs for all sentient creatures in containment that are capable of doing so. This may be the only recourse we have to avoid the fate of our future selves. We will lose the war—but we believe things can still change so that it never happens in the first place. END FILE Note: As of May 23rd, 2858, no records of a "Temporal Anomalies Department" exist within Foundation record, other than this document, which was found sealed with a metastable tachyonic displacement mechanism of unidentifiable origin. The century-old documentation was flagged by an automated consistency check, where it remains until further notice. At the same time, the slot for a SCP-1968 was flagged as missing/deleted from the database. Investigations have revealed little about what documentation previously occupied the slot. It should also be noted that the "Allied Occult Initiative" is not a yet-to-be-founded GOI, but a progenitor organization to the Global Occult Coalition; please check official Foundation historical record if you have any doubts. The recovered tachyonic device associated with this file was designed to maintain a version of the document in a temporally-isolated substrate using a novel system to achieve temporospatial non-locality. Several suspected employees have been detained and interrogated, however, these efforts were futile, and thus all personnel have been cleared of wrongdoing. Likewise, O5-7 denies any involvement in the events described above and possesses no memory of anyone by the name of Thaddeus Xyank. Investigation into the anomalous properties described above have not yielded conclusive results. Research and containment efforts, as they are defined by the O5 Council, will continue indefinitely. Footnotes 1. Controversial mission entailing a preemptive strike on GOI-Σ "The Sunrise Collective"—the party that will ultimately result in the inception of SCP-5541. 2. That is to say, the timeline of events surrounding the manifestation of the paradox lacks a true beginning and end, as said events occur in an endless causal loop of mutual action and reaction (see Figure 3). 3. Most notably, one or more parties involved have an intrinsic relationship with the career progression of the late Thaddeus Xyank, that, if disturbed sufficiently, could result in the nonexistence of RCT-Δt and/or a subsequent "grandfather" temporal paradox effect. 4. The timeline of events surrounding the manifestation of a "grandfather" paradox would lack a true beginning and end, as said events would occur in an endless causal loop of destructive action and the nullification of said action. 5. Timelines that end prematurely due to other causes or experience phenomena that render humans inert/incapable of carrying out SCP-5541 are excluded from this criteria. 6. Though timeline synchrony is rare and decreases in possibility over time, major extradimensional forces could theoretically manifest a large-scale causal stream "resonance" event through interaction with large portions of the multiverse, resulting in greatly limited and/or interlinked probabilistic outcomes. 7. Estimated to have over one hundred million players. 8. The "Hemlock" designation encompasses the range of anomalous activity that, by their own nature, are impossible to mitigate due to their relationship with consensus reality, yet pose no current threat to long-term normalcy, as defined by SCP-5541-1. 9. A specific or noteworthy alignment of three or more celestial bodies. 10. Likely a successor to programs developed by the Foundation—specifically the Terrestrial Earth-Like Low-orbit Universal Sweep (TELLUS) program and project RAINBOW ASTRA. 11. Artifact-Event-Phenomena Rate is used to determine the frequency of aberrant activity. 12. Anomaly related to a demiurge is responsible for the generation of anomalous activity, while being both necessary for and inimical to the current state of reality. 13. Due to the scope of the effect and being unable to preclude the location of all physical spaces being unobserved without observing said spaces. 14. This serves as a possible explanation for novel anomalous activity manifesting within Foundation Secure Facilities such as but not limited to Site-19 and Site-13. |
SCP-5542 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5542 Special Containment Procedures: The parcel of land SCP-5542 is located at is currently held by a Foundation shell company (Singh, Chang, and Partners). A standard perimeter has been established under cover story "Retiree Timesharing". Objects recovered from the property are kept in cold storage at Site-42 pending further testing. Investigation into PoI-5542 (see Addendum 5542-A) is ongoing. Description: SCP-5542 is a section of California coastline that is composed of cake to an average depth of 2.5 meters. Walking on the surface of the beach is possible despite the composition, while purposefully digging downwards past 2cm reveals non-anomalous cake. The effect is contained entirely within the property lines of 1812 Sea Ledge Ln, a beachfront residence. Discovery: On 12/15/2020, Foundation agents embedded in the Santa Barbara Police Department were alerted to a potential anomaly during an altercation between an officer and a local psychic/detective claiming that he'd had a vision of "multiple people disappearing on a beach made of cake" at the given address. After cross-referencing with open missing persons cases in the Campanil area and an interview with the psychic and a corroborating witness, the agents decided to take over the investigation. Class-B amnestics were administered to all civilians involved. Addendum 5542-A - Investigation Log: Investigation of the property and an attempt to contact the property owner were authorized on 12/15/2020 for the following day. A partial transcript of the agents' body camera footage is logged below. <BEGIN LOG, 12/16/2020 - 16:32> Agents Roday and Hill activate their body cameras on arrival to the property. Roday: You see any cameras on the house? Hill: No. No fences, no cameras… security is pretty lax for a house in this neighborhood. Roday: Right. Let's hit the beach. Agents exit their vehicle and proceed along the side of the house towards the beach behind the property. Roday: See? This is the kind of place I want to get once I make O5. Hill: You? O5? You got your hand stuck in the infinite peanut butter jar and flooded the men's locker room last week! Roday: I was hungry! They can't disqualify me for that! Hill: You're lucky you're not stuck in some basement dictating the database onto audio logs. Roday: Ugh, yeah, Theron needs to get some sun. Agents reach the beach behind the house. Agent Roday digs his hand into the sand, grasping a handful of chocolate cake. He attempts to taste it before Agent Hill grabs his wrist. Hill: C'mon, son! Eating anomalous beach cake? Roday: I was only gonna taste it! Hill: Put it down. Agent Roday drops the cake. Agent Hill uses an evidence bag to retrieve a sample. Hill: Alright, the beach is cake. Confirmed. Roday: Interrogate the family? Hill: Interrogate the family. Let's go- hey! Don't wipe that on me! I just got this uniform cleaned! Agents start towards the front of the property. Roday: How're you and Selene doing? Hill: You know how it is, we're taking some time apart to find- Roday: She dumped you. Hill: She said I was keeping secrets from her, man! Roday: That's your entire job! You gotta get better at keeping the fact that you're keeping secrets secret, dude. Hill: Shut up! Agents reach the front of the property and proceed to the front door. Agent Hill lifts his hand to knock on the door; it opens before he makes contact. Engelbert Leckermaul, property owner based on public records, approximate age 55, stands in the doorway. Leckermaul: Well hello there, constables! How can I help you today? Roday: Hello, sir- Leckermaul: Call me Bertie. Roday: Bertie, right. I'm Officer Spencer, this is Officer Grimm. We're here to ask you some questions about some disappearances in this area. Leckermaul: Oh, wow! I'd be happy to help in any way that I can. Come on in, we can talk inside. Agents enter the residence. As they pass the living room, a teenage male is sprawled on one of the couches wearing headphones. Leckermaul: The wife is at La Cumbre working on her tennis game. Wish she would take that boy with her; he could use some exercise. Gettin’ a little plump around the frame, if you know what I mean. Hill: Right. We're investigating a rash of disappearances of local youths. Leckermaul: How tragic! Such an awful waste of potential! Roday: Yeah, the kids were all last seen in this neighborhood. You haven't seen anybody shady around lately, have you? Leckermaul: Not that I've noticed. My family and I have lived here for ages. We know everyone, and I haven't noticed any perfidious persons, no sir. The group arrives in the kitchen. Leckermaul: Coffee? Hill: No thank- Roday: I'd love some. Leckermaul places two disposable coffee pods into an elaborate coffee machine. Leckermaul: Got this beauty when we renovated the kitchen. Empty night, the doublewide oven cost as much as my car, but the missus had to have her domain be "state of the art." Roday: Amen that! Hill: Back to the investigation, I was wondering if you had any problems with trespassers? We've had complaints from some of the neighbors about local kids sneaking onto the private beaches to party. Leckermaul: Of course! It happens all the time, but we're not as stuck up as "some of the community." (Leckermaul raises his pinky finger in a mocking gesture.) Roday: Amen again! But Bertie, let's cut to the chase: (Pounds his hand on the counter.) Why is your section of beach literally made out of cake!? Leckermaul and Agent Hill stare at Agent Roday. Leckermaul: What in blazes are you on about? Roday: Yeah, dude. It's completely edible. There's no way that could have happened without you knowing. Leckermaul: I don't- I mean… you can’t be serious. Roday: As a witch in a tornado. Hill: We checked ourselves before we came to the door. Your beach is somehow cake instead of sand. It seems impossible, but there it is written in the frosting. Leckermaul: You know what? This is probably an elaborate prank from my Alpha Tau Omega brothers, those incorrigible rogues. You know, UC Santa Barbara, "Go, Gauchos!" The coffee maker beeps. Leckermaul moves to retrieve the coffee. Roday: They excavated your backyard beach… and replaced it with cake? Leckermaul: (Hands a mug coffee to Agent Roday) I don't know how they got the dean's car on top of the roof either! These pranks get better every year. Hill: Why don't we head out back and show you the situation? Leckermaul starts towards the back of the house. Agent Roday moves to take a sip of his coffee before Agent Hill takes it from him. They begin to whisper to each other. Hill: What the hell was that? Roday: I thought I could get him to crack! Hill: Get the hell out of here! Roday: No, you get the hell out of here. Hill: No, go with Bertie! I'll catch up. Roday: Oh! Gotcha. Agent Roday moves to follow Leckermaul to the back of the property. Agent Hill takes a sample of the coffee before dumping it in the sink. END LOG Extraneous data redacted. Agents Roday and Hill confirmed with Mr. Leckermaul that the beach was cake before giving him a number to reach them if he had any more information. They then adjourned to their motel for the evening. Addendum 5542-B - Disappearance: On 12/17/2020, Agents Roday and Hill returned to the address for follow up questions. Upon arrival, Agent Roday noted that the house looked different in a "hard to place" way. Agent Hill's knock on the door caused it to fall inwards, off its hinges. Investigation of the interior revealed that the house was now vacant. Agent Roday described the residence as "decrepit, as if it had been abandoned for decades," with the sole exception being the kitchen, where Agent Hill noted that the room smelled as if someone had been cooking, in line with Agent Roday's observation that the oven was still warm. Further forensic analysis found evidence suggesting that the aged sections of the home had been abandoned for upwards of 40 years, where the appliances in the kitchen were found to be less than a month old and otherwise non-anomalous. Food items recovered from the kitchen included: - Fresh and frozen meats - Dried and cured meats (jerky) - Bottles of wine - Baked goods and components for baking (flour, yeast, etc.) - Disposable coffee pods Laboratory analysis revealed the meat to be human flesh, while the other food products also tested positive for human DNA. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5542" by glewmie and TheeSherm, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-5543 | keter | An instance of SCP-5543-1 recovered from an uncontained event and cataloged. Item #: SCP-5543 Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Phi-20 ("Phi-do") personnel are to be embedded within population centers located inside SCP-5543's current area of effect. Personnel will be required to prepare for briefing each day at 04:30, local time. In the event that a distinct SCP-5543-1 Hume signature is detected, the nearest MTF personnel shall be dispatched to intercept the SCP-5543-1 instances. All recovered instances shall be scanned and cataloged. Instances are to then be destroyed via incineration. If an SCP-5543-1 instance appears outside of the current known area of effect, the known area of effect shall then be subsequently updated. If an SCP-5543-1 instance can't be destroyed before SCP-5543-2 can be contacted, personnel are to take custody of the Target by necessary force until the SCP-5543 event ceases. If an SCP-5543 event progresses to its second phase, owners of SCP-5543-A are to be taken into custody along with their reward money. Upon transmutation of reward money, appropriate cover stories shall be fabricated and disseminated and Class-A amnestics deployed as necessary. Owners are to be held until cognitohazard symptoms cease and are to receive appropriate therapy supplemented by low-level amnestics. Description: SCP-5543 is a phenomenon involving the anomalous manifestations of a series of lost pet fliers, collectively referred to as SCP-5543-11. On initial examination, the flier appears to be unremarkable in nature; it is printed on neon-colored paper (the exact color may vary between instances of SCP-5543-1), and has an image of an animal (henceforth referred to as the "Target") currently under the care of an individual (henceforth referred to as "the Owner"). Also included is information regarding the supposed disappearance of the Target, a phone number2 to be called in the event of the Target being found, and the promise of a cash reward. All flier text is written in English. SCP-5543's first recorded event manifested in Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin and subsequent events have generated further from this epicenter at an indeterminate rate3. The first phase of an SCP-5543 event's primary effect commences upon the Owner's visual recognition and comprehension of an SCP-5543-1 instance. The Owner, along with anyone within the Owner's household during the event, will believe that the Target rightfully belongs to SCP-5543-1's distributor. The Owner will immediately take SCP-5543-1 to their residence and dial the listed phone number. This phone number will connect the Owner to SCP-5543-24, a sentient entity believed to be the source of SCP-5543 events. SCP-5543-2 will arrange to meet the owner at their home the following evening. At the designated time, SCP-5543-2 will manifest outside the Owner's residence and enter upon invitation. SCP-5543-2 will then present the cash reward to the owner in exchange for the Target5. Once this transaction is complete, SCP-5543-2 and the Target will de-manifest. This marks the end of an event's first phase. If this phase can not be completed by 00:00 the next day, all associated phenomena will cease. At 05:00, local time on the following morning, the second phase of the SCP-5543 event will begin. The entirety of the rewarded currency will be transmuted into biological material with a total mass equivalent to that of the original currency. DNA test results indicate that this biological material matches that of the Target. If this conversion utilizes the entirety of the Target's total mass, genetically similar biological material sourced from within a 80 km radius of the event will make up any remainder6. Most instances of biological material are mutilated with signs of mechanical separation. Despite the abnormality of this transmutation, the owner will accept the biological material as if it were still a form of currency. Owners under the effect of the second phase of SCP-5543 will display signs of acute paranoia and will become protective of their "reward." Amnestics have proven to be only a partially effective treatment at this stage. This mental state will persist for up to 3 weeks after the transmutation (though the event may leave behind long-lasting mental trauma), at which point, the SCP-5543 event is presumed to have concluded. Addendum 01: Incident Report #5543/20080823/01 Initially, MTF Phi-20 personnel tasked with SCP-5543 containment were each issued one lab rat with an implanted tracking chip for research purposes. This was done to potentially induce a SCP-5543 event with the MTF personnel as the target. Personnel's homes were fitted with adequate monitoring equipment to properly record an interaction with SCP-5543-2. The following is an excerpt from an audio recording collected from Incident #5543/20080823/01. Excerpt of Audio Recording from Incident #5543/20080823/01 Subjects: Agent B████████, SCP-5543-2 Foreword: Agent B████████ was under the influence of SCP-5543's cognitohazard properties (he was markedly more amicable while under these effects). The event was allowed to progress uninhibited and the results recorded. Visual recording devices experienced a malfunction for the duration of the event. Excerpt begins shortly after SCP-5543-2 is shown SCP-5543-A. <Begin Excerpt, 2008/08/23 21:07 CST> SCP-5543-2: There's the little rascal! You know, I was going to name him "Alfalfa," after the Little Rascal, before I finally settled on SCP-5543-R-277! Agent B████████: I think I like SCP-5543-R-27 more. I can see why you picked it; it rolls right off the tongue! SCP-5543-R-27 can be heard enjoying recreational use of its running wheel. SCP-5543-2: Wow! Look at 'em go! He's really going bonkers! He's always been that way since I got 'em that wheel. And he's real smart, too! He can learn tricks! You should see him when [REDACTED]8. Agent B████████: That's quite the feat! Makes sense, though. He was able to sneak out on you, cage and all. Both SCP-5543-2 and Agent B████████ remain silent for 12 seconds, presumably to watch SCP-5543-R-27 in its running wheel. SCP-5543-2 Say, you're a real swell fella, Mr. B████████! I can't believe you live all on your lonesome. Maybe you use some of that moolah I gave ya to get yourself one of these fine rats! <End Excerpt, 2008/08/23 21:07 CST> Closing Statement: During incident, SCP-5543-2 expressed knowledge of sensitive Foundation information. Agent B████████ was rewarded [REDACTED] as part of the transaction. SCP-5543-R-27 tracking chip stopped transmitting information at the moment of de-manifestation associated with SCP-5543-2's departure. When reward money underwent transmutation, the entire population of lab rats at Site-37 was lost. Resulting biological material used to supplement D-Class food supply in an effort to recover costs. Following the results of Incident #5543/20080823/01 and given the nature of the information breach, Site-37 Director firmly recommended that further testing involving SCP-5543 and Foundation property should be prohibited, citing the potential loss of valuable resources in test animals and the possibility of further informational breaches. This recommendation was accepted. Addendum 02: Incident #5543/20140621/01 On June 21, 2014 at approximately 08:30 CST, an SCP-5543-1 instance in the form of a missing child poster was intercepted in Dane County, Wisconsin. This is the first iteration of a human Target instance. Initial estimates place the loss of human life roughly equivalent to the population of Madison, Wisconsin had the event been allowed to progress. For this reason, MTF Phi-20 Commander has submitted a formal request for further resources to be allocated for use in containing SCP-5543. Footnotes 1. Continuous monitoring in affected areas has lead to the discovery that SCP-5543-1 instances emit a distinct Hume level signature upon manifestation that can persist for approximately 3 hours. 2. This phone number appears to be chosen at random, even if the number is already in use. 3. The current area of effect has an estimated radius of 510 km. 4. SCP-5543-2 has been described as a Caucasian male approximately 40 years of age, wearing clothing consistent with the 1950s era 5. If the quantity of currency is too great to be transported easily by a single person, the money will materialize inside the residence of the owner. 6. For example, if a Chihuahua becomes an instance of SCP-5543-A, it will have its remains supplemented with those of other canines with a trend toward other members of the Chihuahua breed 7. Agent B████████ chose not to name SCP-5543-R-27, reporting that it "was just a test subject." 8. Here, SCP-5543-2 explains testing procedures involving SCP-5543-R-27 and SCP-████ in great detail. This represents a critical breach of sensitive information. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5543" by StardustPrismatic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5543. 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: lostcatredacted.jpg Author: StardustPrismatic License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-5544 | safe | Item: SCP-5544 Special Containment Procedures: As repeated attempts to prevent SCP-5544 have failed, and the resource cost of attempts at prevention are significantly greater than allowing its occurrence, no further attempts to contain SCP-5544 will be made. Every December 26th, at no later than 11:00PM, Researcher Zachary Parker will enter the main dumpster of Site 93 and remain within it for no less than 45 minutes. A Foundation security officer and Foundation psychologist will be posted nearby to help with the recovery of Researcher Parker from the dumpster. A mandatory psychological evaluation of Researcher Parker should begin immediately after, to assess his mental well being. Description: SCP-5544 is a repeating anomalous incident where Researcher Zachary Parker will end up inside the dumpster located directly behind Site 93. This anomaly occurs annually on the date of December 26th at roughly 11:41 PM. This event occurs regardless of the subject's previous location or any attempts to contain the subject elsewhere. Researcher Parker and the Foundation have attempted to prevent an SCP-5544 event for five years with no success. This recurring anomaly first began after the unintentional destruction of an anomalous item when transporting it to a different storage locker. The destroyed item was a sticker that never lost its adhesive and changed in shape and color to mimic the look of the person who last touched the sticker. The sticker was accidentally torn in half by Parker on December 26th, 20██ at roughly 11:14 PM. Due to a series of unusual incidents after the destruction of the anomalous item, Researcher Parker was found at 11:41 PM in the main dumpster behind Site 93 in a severe state of emotional distress. The incident began to repeat itself annually and has so far surpassed every attempt by the Foundation to prevent its occurrence. A list of SCP-5544 incidents can be found below, as well as post-incident interviews with Researcher Parker. + SCP-5544 Incident #01 - Access Granted Anomalous Workplace Incident Report Date: 12/26/20██ Anomalous Event: After the accidental destruction of a minor anomalous object, Researcher Parker claims to have almost immediately slipped on a wet section of the Site 93 floor.1 After a fall, the now disoriented Researcher accidentally mistook a janitorial closet for his office and knocked over a bottle of floor wax. The bottle's top was apparently unsecured and the Researcher's lab outfit was damaged. After a change of clothes, Parker went to the on-site garbage chute to dispose of their old clothing. When using the garbage chute, Parker again slipped and slid 8 meters into the dumpster on the site's exterior. Condition of Employee: Parker suffered from several cuts and bruises but no long term injuries were sustained. Parker was mildly distressed when reentering Site 93 but recovered quickly and was in a jovial mood the following day. Re-occurrence Prevention Plan: Incident was likely an unexpected side effect of the damage sustained by the anomalous item Parker was transporting. No incidents were reported in the following week and Researcher Parker has not reported any further anomalous events. + Post Incident Interview #01 - Access Granted Post-Incident Interview Interviewer: Dr. Avia Cedari Subject: Researcher Zachary Parker Begin Log Parker: Is it typical to perform a psychological examination every time someone falls in the trash? [Cedari laughs] Cedari: Well, this is the first time so I guess so. Its routine to perform an evaluation after a possible anomalous event, and your event ticks all the boxes for an anomalous incident. Parker: I don't think there's going to be any long term damage from ripping a sticker in half. Cedari: Probably not. Just a routine. Have to make sure you're not being possessed by the sticker. [Parker laughs] Parker: Other than my knee still having that nasty bruise and a little bit of a limp, I honestly wouldn't know the difference. I was a bit panicked and worried when I was in the dumpster but I'm not feeling any different today. Cedari: No intrusive thoughts? No new fears or concerns. Parker: I guess I hate the smell of garbage a little bit more. Cedari: Anything else? Parker: Come on Avia, you know I'm fine. If I was possessed by a spooky sticker ghost, I wouldn't still be the only one pronouncing your name correctly. [Cedari laughs] Cedari: I'm used to it at this point. Parker: Ahh-via, not Ayy-via. Not hard to remember. Cedari: Most people don't see me too often. You're the only one who regularly checks in. Parker: We're coworkers. We're all supposed to be a team, help each other. Helps to know each other a little bit. My girlfriend hates all her coworkers at her job and she feels like she can never ask for help. I'd hate to be in that kind of workplace, where someone thinks they can't get help. And I'm not just saying that because the microphone is on. Cedari: Well, I see that sticker hasn't changed your personality any. Parker: Woo, I'm cured. [Cedari laughs] Cedari: You seem fine. No need to keep chatting on company time. Go ahead and get back out there. Parker: See you for lunch. End Log + SCP-5544 Incident #02 - Access Granted Anomalous Workplace Incident Report Date: 12/26/20██ Anomalous Event: Researcher Parker was performing a routine nightly check-in on SCP-2974 at 11:14 PM when the door knob to the standard containment room that SCP-2974's terrarium is stored in was damaged by unknown means and the door became unable to open. Calls for help from Parker were unheard due to the unexpected failure of his radio communicator. After attempting to open the door and for roughly 17 minutes, Parker managed to open the emergency window2 located in the room and successfully climbed to the roof of Site-93. After discovering severe damage to Site-93's fire escape3, Parker decided to jump into the dumpster located behind the facility. Condition of Employee: Parker was injured in the fall and suffered a fractured ankle and several cuts on his lower body. Parker's radio communicator began working properly after landing and the Researcher was able to call in for help immediately afterwards at 11:41 PM. Parker was highly distressed and required a two day stay in the Site 93 infirmary. Re-occurrence Prevention Plan: Damage to the facility was immediately repaired. Site-93 has passed a safety inspection only one month prior to the incident and the noticeable damage to several parts of Site 93 and the failure of Parker's radio communicator were considered anomalous. After finding commonality with the anomalous event that took place one year prior, this was ruled a re-occurrence of SCP-5544. To avoid potential of a further re-occurrence of the anomalous incident, Researcher Parker will be given a paid day of vacation on 12/26/20██ as a preventative measure. + Post Incident Interview #02 - Access Granted Post-Incident Interview Interviewer: Dr. Avia Cedari Subject: Researcher Zachary Parker Begin Log Cedari: Hello Zac. Parker: Hello, wish this was under better circumstances. Cedari: We all do. Recovering from the fall alright? Parker: Yeah, the doctors here do a fantastic job, the cast I'm in is incredibly small and I don't need to wear it for all that long. I should be walking again in a week or two. Cedari: And mentally? Parker: As far as I'm concerned, it could have been a lot worse. I'm not going to lie, I was incredibly panicked for a good couple hours after it happened and I was terrified when I realized I was trapped in that room without a radio communicator. Really I should have just waited instead of desperately trying to get out. I didn't have a plan to deal with that, much less a decent explanation. I didn't even put two and two together that the sticker thing happened exactly at that time last year until someone told me. [Parker laughs nervously.] Cedari: It isn't uncommon for people to panic in anomalous situations. You're certainly not in any trouble as far as I'm aware. This seems like a repeat of the sticker incident that happened last year. You were near by the hallway where it happened last year. Parker: Same place, same time, I had the same thought. Cedari: Are you distressed by this happening again? Parker: I was at first, it would suck if there was one day every year where I have a workplace accident and end up in a trash can. I've been told I'll be getting a paid day off next year though. That set my mind at ease, I guess. I really can't end up in the dumpster from the comfort of my own couch. Cedari: I'm glad you've got a positive outlook on it. Parker: Hey, you can't just hate yourself because of some weird anomaly messing with your life. That's just an occupational hazard around here. I have to deal with a distant parking spot, an office with a window view of a brick wall, and vindictive sticker trying to dump me in the trash. You've got to deal with an oddly cold office and no one ever remembering how to say your name. We've all got different battles. [Cedari laughs.] Cedari: People are getting a little better on the name front at least. I still kind of regret not going by my middle name though. Parker: Your middle name? Cedari: Louise. I don't think anyone could mess that up. Parker: You'd be surprised. You could end up being Louie. Or Lois. And let me tell you, I'd rather have everyone mess up my name than have to explain to everyone that I'm apparently cursed to end up in trash if I ever end up working the day after Christmas. Cedari: Do you feel a loss of status from the incident? Is that an issue? Parker: I can laugh it off. I get the humor in it. Too much weird stuff happens in our line of work for the jokes to stick anyways. Something else will happen and people will move on to making fun of that. Cedari: Glad to see that nothing keeps you down. Parker: Not down for long at least. End Log + SCP-5544 Incident #03 - Access Granted Anomalous Workplace Incident Report Date: 12/26/20██ Anomalous Event: Researcher Zachary Parker was discovered in the dumpster behind Site 93 at 11:41 P.M. Parker had been given the day off and had only arrived at the site minutes prior to his discovery. Parker claimed that he had a serious argument with his long term romantic partner in which their relationship ended. Parker explained that he was without a place to sleep that night and had driven to Site 93 in hopes he could stay in his office for the night. While attempting to enter Site 93 Parker's access card broke in two and the door failed to unlock. In an attempt to gain entrance to the facility, Parker climbed on top of the dumpster and signaled to Dr. Gary Mander-Bassen via his office window. After Dr. Gary Mander-Bassen noticed Parker's presence, Parker lost his footing and fell into the dumpster. Security forces arrived and escorted Parker into the building after confirming his identity. Condition of Employee: Researcher Parker was uninjured but severely distressed after being escorted to the Site 93 infirmary. Parker remained distressed for the next eight hours before finally sleeping at 7:53 A.M. the next morning. Re-occurrence Prevention Plan: In an attempt to counteract the cyclical nature of SCP-5544, Researcher Parker will be contained in a secure location on December 26th of the next year. Research into similar recurrent anomalous events shows that creating a physical barrier to separate Researcher Parker from the location of the event is the most likely way to prevent another incident. Arrangements have been made with the nearby Site-60 to house Researcher Parker in a secure containment cell on the date of the next expected incident. + Post Incident Interview #03 - Access Granted Post-Incident Interview Interviewer: Dr. Avia Cedari Subject: Researcher Zachary Parker Begin Log Cedari: Well Zac, I'm sure that you're still very upset but I think it is important that we talk about it. Parker: I'm not saying anything. I still don't know how to comprehend what just happened. Cedari: You've made a full physical recovery, the Foundation is providing temporary housing. I think the worst is over. Parker: This is never over. I'm never going to undo the damage that has been done, I'm never going to have a magical fix that is going to resolve what happened. This curse has gone from something that I can laugh off to something that has fundamentally changed the course of my life. Cedari: No, of course not. You can't change the past, but you can work towards a better future. Parker: What, and fall madly in love with another beautiful woman so that she can scream in my face and leave me too? I can't hurt another person that way. Anjela… This is on me. We went from fine to all of our problems snowballing into a night where she can't even look at me. This anomaly…this is a curse. Anjela… All I'm going to do is hurt someone else if I let them get close. She was distraught. She couldn't think of anything to do other than send me away and try to never see me again. Five years. Nearly five and a half. I thought I was done. Now, I am done. I don't think I could ever hurt someone else the way I hurt Anjela. I can't… Cedari: You can't blame this on yourself. Parker: I can and I have. Avia, you're married. You know exactly how much you are not prepared for this. And I wasn't prepared for the potential that this problem would hurt someone else. Clearly whatever this sticker wants from me, it involves me ending up in that dumpster. It is painfully clear to me that it doesn't care how I get there. I can survive this but… I don't want to hurt anyone else that way. Cedari: What even happened? What did Anjela say? Parker: Anjela… That I'm not as supportive as I used to be. That my family doesn't respect her. That I take too long to make decisions. That I never want to do the things she wants to do. That I don't make enough time for her any more. That I do nothing to stop bad things from happening to her. I'm just an increasingly selfish asshole. Cedari: Did she really say all that? Parker: Those are her words, not mine. I was floored. We didn't have a perfect relationship but we were pretty good at understanding each other. It was like all the issues just converged out of nowhere. My little workplace curse must have had some sort of effect on her. On her thoughts, on her feelings. That's terrifying. All it took was one anomaly to take the sweetest person I've ever met and make her leave without saying goodbye. I'm not very good at talking about this stuff. I'm probably making her sound worse than she deserves. This is on me. Not her. Lesson learned I guess. [Parker pauses and wipes his eyes.] Parker: I brought something dangerous home from work and it hurt her. I'm not sure if she'll ever see me the same again. I have to think this is all just because of the anomaly, that the issues would have been things we could have worked through on any night but December 26th… but I can't ask her now, and she'd be the one if anyone knows. I asked what I could do, what I could change, how I could make this work. She said there was nothing I could do. She only wanted to be left alone. I'm going to respect that. I wish there was a way back. Back before the other night. Back before I ripped that damned sticker in half. Cedari: You had no way of knowing. Parker: I had two years of fair warning. This is no longer a goofy little anomaly. I need to realize this is going to be an issue. It's going to be my job to make sure nobody else gets hurt. Cedari: The Foundation isn't going to give up on you, Zac. This is our bad, not yours. You aren't going to have this hanging over your head for the rest of your life. Someday you won't have to worry about this any more. Parker: I really, really hope that you are right about that. Cedari: You shouldn't give up, some day you'll beat this. Parker: I'm going to keep trying, I hope no one has to deal with this ever again. This is just going to… take a while to process. End Log + SCP-5544 Incident #04 - Access Granted Anomalous Workplace Incident Report Date: 12/26/20██ Anomalous Event: Multiple security failures at Site-60 led to an accidental containment breach of several Euclid level objects including SCP-1759 at 11:14 P.M. Although none of the objects were of an immediate threat to the facility, an evacuation was ordered as a precautionary measure. No one was on hand to escort Researcher Parker from the secure containment cell. The locking mechanism of Parker's cell failed immediately upon the containment breach and Parker was unable to find an exit from the facility. Deciding instead to hide, Researcher Parker crawled into a large crate inside the Site-60 hangar. The crate, used to store parachutes, was loaded into a Foundation jet4 at 11:23 P.M. which took off from Site-60 and pursued SCP-1759 east to keep visual contact on the object. At 11:37 P.M., the jet began to experience turbulence as well as multiple systems failures. Parker managed to get the attention of co-pilot William Sanadora who released him from the crate. After a brief conversation with Sanadora, Parker believed himself to be the source of the jet's sudden difficulties and volunteered to exit the jet. The jet descended to allow Parker to disembark. Parker successfully deployed his parachute, landing safely in the Site-93 dumpster at roughly 11:41 P.M.. The jet then regained control of systems and was able to successfully perform an emergency landing. The containment breach at Site-60 led to the death of D-14145 who was found in the cockpit of SCP-1759. No other Foundation personnel were injured in the breach and all anomalous objects were placed back into containment by the following morning. An investigation into the cause of the original containment breach was inconclusive as it coincided with the failure of the on-site surveillance system. Condition of Employee: Researcher Parker was uninjured in the incident but was in extreme emotional distress for several days after the incident. Researcher Parker was given clonazepam and escitalopram after the feelings of distress continued to persist for over several weeks. Re-occurrence Prevention Plan: The distance of SCP-5544's effect are being taken into consideration for future containment plans. Researcher Parker will be sent to Lunar Area 32 upon the date of the next anticipated anomalous incident. New containment method in place, transportation of Researcher Parker deemed unnecessary. + Post Incident Interview #04 - Access Granted Post-Incident Interview Interviewer: Dr. Avia Cedari Subject: Researcher Zachary Parker Begin Log Cedari: Well Zac, we…. Parker: Are you sick of me? Cedari: What do you mean? Parker: Are you sick of seeing me here, year after year, because of some disaster that I'm responsible for. Cedari: The sticker, that's why all this is happening not you. Parker: That isn't the important part. I made the decision to put others at risk. They're claiming that no one died but I'm doubting that highly. Cedari: You were put in a secure location. Not your fault. Parker: You can't just say that it isn't my fault. This is my choice. My choice to live like this. I know…I know that this will happen. I know the circumstances under which it will happen. Other people have been hurt by this. I can fight and fight and try to cure this but I'm just fooling myself. This is a part of me and it isn't going away. I'm tired of thinking it will go away someday. It isn't going away. I can do the world a favor and stop asking for help. [Parker sighs and shakes his head.] Parker: What does it matter anyways? I'm just one person. My life is not nearly meaningful enough for anyone to put this much effort into it. You have my word, no one is ever going to suffer on my behalf ever again. No matter what. Cedari: You can't give up on yourself, Zac, you're still a great person. Everyone thinks it is unfair that you have to go through this. Parker: That's the way it always starts. People think it is "unfair". Then they are "concerned" or "worried". Then they start to treat you differently. Then people start to distance themselves. Then most of them start to ignore you. They know something is wrong with you, they don't want to talk about it. They don't want to help. They just stare from a distance. I've got barely anyone else left. You're one of the few people who can even look at me with an honest face. And how long will it take? It'll be only a few more incidents until I've lost absolutely everyone. [Parker begins to sob.] Parker: Anjela was right to get the fuck away from me. I'm a walking disaster. It'll just keep happening and I'll lose everyone's respect. Over and over again. It just keeps happening. Cedari: Are you sure that they feel this way? Maybe they just can't find the right words, or they think it is better to give you some distance? Parker: If so I'm the only one. Everyone else gets genuine sympathy when something goes wrong because it is unexpected. When something goes wrong for me, its just time to reset the counter. They know that it'll happen again, and that means there is no reason to even pretend to care. I'm just a freak to everyone now. If I wasn't a security threat once per year, I honestly think that they'd put me in a cell to rot. Cedari: The Foundation will never turn on one of their own just because of a workplace incident they had zero control over. Parker: You say zero control, I say personal responsibility. That blood is all on my hands. No one else. Some people think that life just grabs for your hand and drags you along. I know I took a path that led to this. If I can't cope with the fact that I'll never be normal again, that's my own failure. I can dream that on the day after Christmas, I'll be away to some place mystical and warm, with someone I love in my arms and a smile on my face… or I can accept that it will never happen. [Parker continues to sob and turns to look out the window.] Parker: I had that life, and I made the decision to out that in danger… and I lost that. I lost my right to a good ending. I lost my right to genuine happiness the second I made my curse someone else's problem other than my own. I'm glad people are distance. You and a few others still prod, saying "you don't need to hide yourself away". But I do. The more people trying to help, trying to care, the more people I'm putting at risk. [Cedari hands Parker a box of tissues.] Cedari: Zac, you aren't going to stop people from caring about you. That's not even your choice. We care about you because of the good you've done for us. You've always been a reliable colleague. You've been a friend. Of course we're going to care. Parker: Little consolation. Being a freak that people feel bad for isn't much better than being a freak that people laugh at. All my life, before joining the Foundation, I was a freak. Ugly, short, a misfit. But then I found Anjela, and I got my job here, and things were on the upswing. Turns out I actually was a freak, I just fooled all of you. That sticker is just setting the record straight. I've always deserved this treatment. Cedari: Zac, I hate to do this to you, but if you're experiencing such self-hatred, I don't think I can recommend that you return to work yet. Parker: Why not? At least I can feel some sort of emotion getting work done. I'd rather be a useful pariah that hated and unhelpful. I owe the Foundation for all the shit I put it through. I'll still work as hard as I can to make up for all the increasingly obvious flaws. I'm going to blame myself, but I need some outlet… So any nasty things I say are purely therapeutic. Cedari: That doesn't seem right. You are clearly incredibly upset. Parker: Maybe I am, but I can't really keep it up for very long. What I've learned is that I'm not really all that important. If I'm not worth all the attempts to stop this incident from repeating… well then I'm certainly not worthy of anyone's pity. Even my own. [Cedari and Parker are silent for several seconds.] Cedari: Do you mind going over the last incident? Parker: You mean the one where I probably got someone killed and nearly crashed a plane? Yeah, I suppose I can relive that nightmare. Cedari: You don't need to talk if you aren't ready. Parker: I'm ready. I have to own up to my mistakes after all. Cedari: What ended up happening? Parker: The sound of mass confusion. Door props open, lights go out. Every corner I turn is either a blocked off hallway or some anomaly that I've never seen before and never been briefed on. I followed the Foundation standard of assuming that every thing I encounter and don't recognize in a containment breach is something that can kill me and I book it in the other direction until I take a zigzagging path to the hangar. I figure hiding is safer than running, plus I'm exhausted. Hide in a crate, admittedly not a great choice. I get stuck, drag into a plane ride. They can't hear me over the sound of takeoff. Then I'm up in the sky. By the time the jet started shaking, I knew exactly what was going to happen. Thank god the co-pilot noticed me in time. Cedari: How severely were you stressed? Parker: Oh I beyond stressed. I was panicking. No greater fear in my life. Until I pull the chord on my parachute and saw what I drifting towards. Then the panic went away. All I felt after that was dread. Cedari: Dread? Parker: Dread. I knew exactly what was about to happen, and I know that it is going to happen again. That's the new fear above my head, every day. I know I'm just ticking down closer to the next incident. It isn't if, it is when. And knowing exactly when… down to the hour and minute, doesn't make it any less terrifying. Cedari: Zac, we're going to help you beat this. Parker: You can't beat this I'm afraid. I think we'd all be better off accepting it. I'm going to push hard for a different containment plan. I'm sick and tired of trying to fight the inevitable. Cedari: The Foundation fights for their employees. It is our duty to keep you safe. Parker: And it is my duty to make sure that my safety doesn't take priority over everyone else. Please, let me walk out of here and get back to work. I've got a year of making up for all my failures to get started with. Cedari: If you think that's the best way to heal. Parker: It's the only way I know how. End Log + SCP-5544 Incident #05 - Access Granted Anomalous Workplace Incident Report Date: 12/26/20██ Anomalous Event: After a brief meeting with the Site Director a week prior, Researcher Parker's planned relocation to Lunar Area 32 was cancelled and a new containment plan developed by Researcher Parker was put in place. At 10:58 PM on 12/26/20██, Researcher Parker left Site-93 and entered the Site 93 dumpster. Researcher Parker stayed inside the dumpster until 11:46 P.M., at which point Parker left the dumpster and re-entered Site-93. Parker entered a lavatory with a fresh set of lab clothing and after changing, returned to his duties. Condition of Employee: Researcher Parker suffered no physical injuries and was not visibly distressed. When asked to state his mood, Researcher Parker told Foundation medical personnel that he felt "acceptable". Re-occurrence Prevention Plan: Due to the low risk nature of this incident, arrangements have been made with Researcher Parker to normalize this procedure as the primary method of containment. Psychological examination of Researcher Parker after each incident is still required. + Post Incident Interview #05 - Access Granted Post-Incident Interview Interviewer: Dr. Avia Cedari Subject: Researcher Zachary Parker Begin Log Cedari: Hello Zac, how are you? Parker: Alive. Cedari: Less stressed than normal for this time of year? Parker: I guess, maybe not to the extent that everyone thinks, but yeah. I'm not screaming and crying right now. I got that out of my system. Cedari: Out of your system? Parker: I was crying and freaking out for a good half an hour or so in that dumpster. Cedari: Why is that? You climbed into it of your own volition. Parker: I didn't have a choice this time. I haven't actually had a choice about it ever. I was just tired, tired of so many people cleaning up the mess I've made. So many people fought for me thinking that some day it'd be over. Someday it would never happen again. All of them were wrong. There's never going to be a year where I don't end up inside that dumpster, weeping and screaming, on the day after Christmas. [Parker rests his face into his hands] Parker: I tried to get help and I alienated so many people thinking that the help would be in any way meaningful. The average person wouldn't stand out in the rain for someone else's benefit. Putting entire facilities at risk was too high a price. I'm just not worth it. That's what made me cry. I'm disposable. I can be dropped the second people are tired of dealing with me. No wonder I end up in a dumpster. I belong there. Cedari: That's very harsh on yourself, Zac, you aren't defined by one bad day out of the year, one that you didn't choose. Parker: Oh but I am. This is the most notable thing about me. No other quality will ever quite stand out as much. This is who I am, and trying to fight it just makes it more obvious. You're always looking for the future, when this is something we as an organization can check off as resolved. I'm not looking for a resolution, I'm looking for a moral to the story. The moral to me is I can fight against this for the rest of my life and lose every time, dragging in more and more innocent people every single time. The alternative, I can just accept being the trash guy. I get hurt, I get embarrassed, I lose face. [Parker inhales deeply and begins to cry.] Parker: That's inevitable, but I can prevent anyone else from being hurt by it. I'd rather be a joke than a tragedy. Cedari: I think there's still hope that someday we find a way around this. Obviously this is the safest method of containment for now, but I think you shouldn't give up. This has clearly taken a toll on you. Parker: Would you really go that far just to prove somebody wrong? It is a toll on me. It is a toll on anyone who spends time with me, which I why I try to socialize less. It is a toll on anyone in a relationship with me, which I why I consider myself retired from dating. It is a toll on my family, so I keep in touch but I try not to get so entangle that someone might end up worrying about what I'm up to the day after Christmas. So they don't invite me out to a party or on a trip somewhere. It is forever my duty to make sure this is my burden to bear, and that I bear it in silence and indifference. Cedari: That's not a healthy long-term coping mechanism, Zac, you're only making it worse for yourself. You need friends, you need family, and I really do think you were happier when you had a healthy relationship with someone. Turning away from those just because you might someday hurt someone isn't healthy for you. Parker: We've seen what this anomaly can do. How could I sign somebody up for that against their will? We know that the anomaly can change the behavior of other people, we know that it can cause cause things to break and malfunction. If I'm friends with someone, they're at risk. If I date someone? They're at a much higher risk. You'd do that to a woman? You wouldn't put Rosemary in that kind of situation, you really are the perfect wife for her. You wouldn't think for a second about putting her in danger. I have a little more respect for people than that. [Parker pauses, wiping away a stream of tears.] Parker: I'm already not quite the catch. I'm already kind of a shitty friend. I'm already kind of a black sheep in my family. To let anyone think otherwise at this point, with the added risk… that's just underhanded. I don't want any unearned admiration. I just want to know that no one is suffering for my sake. Cedari: You are suffering, Zac. You are suffering and you count just as much as everyone else in the world. Parker: I am suffering. I went to bed crying the night before… Sobbing right up until I drifted off to sleep. I felt miserable when it was time to go to work the next morning. Nobody else probably felt that way though, I consider that a victory at this point. That makes me feel just a tiny bit better than I would otherwise. Cedari: You really, genuinely think that this is better for your mental health? Parker: Yes. There's no perfect answer here, but knowing that this method keeps other people safe… that makes it something I can live with. Cedari: Well, if this is the best available method… I guess that works for now. Parker: I agree. Am I good to go back to my duties? Cedari: Yes you are. Take care of yourself, Zac. Parker: I'll try… I'll do my best at least. Cedari: That's all I ask. [Parker exits the office] Cedari: I haven't seen the last of him. Footnotes 1. No wet floor sign was present and the floor had not recently been cleaned. 2. The fire alarm failed to sound when the window was opened. 3. 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Item #: SCP-5545 Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Site-344-1 has been built around SCP-5545-1. At least eighteen individuals must be present within Site-344-1 at all times. Conceptual Site-344-2 contains SCP-5545-2 via association lock. All Foundation personnel entering Provisional Site-344-1 must be presented with the following phrase: SCP-5545-2 is contained in Site-344-2. SCP-5545-3 will remain inactive as long as SCP-5545-1 and SCP-5545-2 remain contained. SCP-5545-1-E2. Description: SCP-5545 refers to a series of interrelated anomalous objects and phenomena. SCP-5545-1 appears as a series of hallways manifesting within the subterranean complex of Provisional Site-344-1. SCP-5545-1 instances appear in various forms, but will always lack doors or discernible markings, possess light fixtures at regular intervals, and be indistinguishable architecturally from its surroundings. Although SCP-5545-1 instances extend indefinitely, these hallways cannot be entered from any other location; it is believed that SCP-5545-1 intersects an extra-dimensional space. SCP-5545-2 is an entity located within Site-344-2. No further information can be provided. SCP-5545-3 is a phenomenon resulting in SCP-5545-2's interactions with SCP-5545-1. During this process, SCP-5545-1's area of effect will exponentially increase with time, resulting in the manifestation of SCP-5545-1 occurring globally within a period of 4–6 hours. This will continue so as long as SCP-5545-2 is present within SCP-5545-1; subversively, SCP-5545-1 will logarithmically decrease in its area of effect while SCP-5545-2 is not present within it. Although this is not the limit to the relationship between SCP-5545-2 and SCP-5545-1, further information would constitute a containment breach. Discovery: Although the exact details behind SCP-5545's discovery are unclear, its central anomaly was believed to have been repeatedly discovered by colonial explorers since the late 1700's. Due to their interactions with SCP-5545-1 and -2 (and in some cases the indirect activation of SCP-5545-3), a vast majority of colonial explorers who learnt of the anomaly died, either from the anomaly itself or suicidal tendencies provoked by it. The total number of casualties during this time period are believed to number around seventy. On September 8th, 2003, Foundation researchers discovered SCP-5545 during an expedition into Antarctica. The anomaly was initially believed to be confined to SCP-5545-1, and a provisional site was quickly established. However, after discovering the site in which SCP-5545-2 was located, sixteen members of the research team died. After investigation, the current containment procedures were set in place. NOTICE The remainder of this file has been deemed extremely sensitive information. If your O5 Clearance credentials are found to have been falsified, you will face termination charges. Between December 3rd, 2003, and November 15th, 2019, twenty-nine Mobile Task Force units have been sent into SCP-5545-1 instances, and seventy-three D-Class personnel. None have been accounted for since. Another expedition was scheduled for December 21st, 2019, but was prevented from occurring. On November 18th, 2019, Director Jason Monroe submitted a formal inquiry to investigate the documentation surrounding SCP-5545, the extensive loss of human life, and the general misconduct of staff in the site. Director Monroe was permitted to conduct his investigation; a full list of relevant documentation can be found below. Addendum 1: Official Inquiry Request and Response + Show Documentation - Hide Documentation Official Inquiry Request Solicited by Director Jason Monroe, Head of Site-58 Issued November 18th, 2019 Addressed to the acting O5 Council and Ethics Committee, I am submitting an official inquiry request to investigate and potentially revise the current containment procedures of SCP-5545. Its current acting head researcher, Doctor Gabriel Reed, has been in charge of the project for almost two decades, yet has updated the page only twice: the first time on September 8th, 2003, and the second time on December 3rd, 2003. The file is severely lacking in information and clearly requires some capacity of resources that doesn't make it a safe-class anomaly according to any of our standards, even the ones dating to 2003. Additionally, we have roughly no knowledge of SCP-5545-2. While it's clear that the anomaly possesses a danger to human life, it appears to have been completely dormant until it was discovered. It is likely more efficient for containment specialists to simply isolate the anomaly than attempt to actively contain it. If not, we should at least receive some form of update to the file or information about the anomaly as a whole. If it were any other anomaly, I'd probably ignore the file and continue my duties as director. However, the file does not state that there's any memetic influence occurring, and the complete silence from Provisional Site-344-1 has left me to believe that something drastic has occurred without our knowledge. Considering the proximity of Site-58 to the anomaly, this would fall under my jurisdiction as detailed under the Site Director Code of Ethics rules. Considering my previous employment in Mobile Task Force Eta-10, and my involvement in the containment of numerous keter-class anomalies, I would like to request to personally navigate to and investigate the circumstances surrounding SCP-5545. I have already assured that my work for the next six months can be done by other personnel, and that I will not be needed during this time. You can find appropriate paperwork attached to this document. O5 COUNCIL PROPOSAL SUMMARY COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED Addendum 2: Initial Exploration + Show Documentation - Hide Documentation The following are private documents and notes recovered from Director Jason Monroe's notebook during his investigation into SCP-5545. 11/20/2019 I've arrived at the Provisional Site today. The trip wasn't as terrible as I expected it to be. Some hot chocolate in a helicopter over an arctic wasteland, while uncomfortable, was still the most soothing feeling I'd had all month. Half a year of being a Site Director can seriously get to your nerves. Don't think I'll be offered any luxuries for a while, so it was nice while it lasted. I've come prepared with a few O5-approved provisions, such as a hostile meme detector and audio recorders. I've also got a concealed carry-on weapon, which I don't plan on ever using. Might be useful anyways. The O5 refused to let me bring SCRAMBLE gear, but it's understandable; the tech is still relatively new and experimental. Feels a lot like my days in Eta-10. When I arrived at the Provisional Site, I was greeted by a middle-aged researcher. Flashed him my credentials and he quickly moved aside, but not before telling me "SCP-5545-2 is contained in Site-344-2" in an almost depressive tone. Ran the audio through the hostile meme detector (I'll just abbreviate it as HMD) and it turned up negative. Possibly getting paranoid, but it's better safe than sorry. My room is on the first subterranean floor of the complex, third door on the left side of the first hallway. It's small but cozy; a single bed and bath, two heaters (it's the arctic after all), a coffee machine and alarm clock. A few other minor bits of furniture here and there, but the room doesn't contain a lot. The light fixture above my head is illuminating the concrete walls of the room. Unfortunately for me, I arrived at night, meaning Dr. Reed was off-duty and probably asleep. Tomorrow will have to do. Until then, I've decided to write down my observations and findings into a notebook; I'll likely do this every night, since typing this stuff on a phone is a pain in the ass. Besides, writing helps me think better — apologies to whoever needs to transcribe this. —Jason Monroe 11/21/2019 I decided to walk around a bit in the morning before everyone else woke up. The ventilation shafts in my room make this quiet whistling noise when night comes in — it's really annoying, so I'm going to try to fall asleep before they start. While on my walk, I noticed something interesting: at the end of each hallway, there's a green sign saying that it's safe to cross. It's these small details that make containment possible in the Foundation, especially with odd and adaptive anomalies like 5545; since -1 appears indefinite, you use that to your advantage, and put the signs at the end of the halls so the anomaly can't mimic it. Yet despite all the cleverness of people, somehow this site ended up compromised. One of the unfortunate risks for working for this place. I also noticed that there's cameras in practically every hallway here, but none in my room nor the halls outside the dorms. I plan on using that to my advantage, but for now, I'll have to keep tabs on it. My meeting with Doctor Gabriel Reed was… relatively lackluster. I entered his office at 9:00 AM and left at about 9:30. He was a good bit shorter than me, balding and lacking any significant facial hair. The bags under his eyes told me he was fairly sleep deprived, or incredibly bored — from the way he spoke, I assume both. He simply nodded at me as I came in and sat down, and we sat in silence for what felt like an hour but was in reality closer to a minute. I started asking him questions, and he answered briefly and concisely. When I asked about 5545, he just pointed at a copy of the file. I questioned him about -2 and got nothing except that it'd constitute a containment breach if I was informed. In other words, the conversation was infuriating, and I found out nothing. The meeting ended and I returned to my dorms. Obviously, I ran the conversation through the HMD. People don't just sit there and answer questions vaguely yet robotically; hell, it's one of the tell-tale signs of some kind of memetic suppressant. But, despite everything, the conversation returned no malicious memetic infection. I tried running it without any filter on detection, but only got regular, non-anomalous memes standard with most conversations. In other words, whatever's made the Site like this is either an incredibly powerful yet subtle memetic hazard, or not a meme at all. It's around midday now, so I'll write another note tonight. —Jason Monroe 11/21/2019 Remember when I said there were cameras in every hall? It's a little known fact (mainly because nobody's cleared to know it), but every site contains a few locked and almost seamless panels that gives you complete access to the security system. Even the most antiquated systems are incredibly secure — if you don't have the proper credentials you're bound to get in serious trouble. Thankfully, I do have them, and the terminal accepted me with no issues. I think the most noticeable thing was Conceptual Site-344-2's sole camera, which was a completely black screen save for the phrase "SCP-5545-2 is contained in Site-344-2." It produced a slight static noise whenever its audio was on, so I quickly muted it. I get that it's contained by "association lock," but there's only one other person who can access this feed anyways, and it's Doctor Reed. There's literally no use for it. The second thing I noticed is something I've only seen once or twice in my time employed by the Foundation: every employee, sitting at a cubicle, doing nothing but staring at their screens. All the screens displayed static, besides two which were simply powered off. Why does this place need eighteen people at the minimum if they do literally nothing all day? Despite these… oddities, my main reason for accessing the camera system is to ascertain Doctor Reed's schedule for holes. Although everyone elses' computers might be tuned to static, he seems to be actively using his, though I can't tell for what. During my probing, I found a small but good enough gap where he went to make himself a drink and use the bathroom for fifteen minutes. He did it twice since I started watching, each for around the same time; if I can enter his office just after he leaves, I might be able to grab some information. In other news, I've encountered my first -1 instance today. Almost missed it too, but my memory faintly reminded me that something was different, and it was only the endless abyss to my left that made me realize I was standing in front of. It blended in almost perfectly, and if I wasn't paying attention I might've accidentally wandered down it. HMD is still turning up negative results for every bit of speech I can record, so it seems like a dead end. I'll write more tomorrow when I get some actual information. —Jason Monroe Addendum 3: Investigation + Show Documentation - Hide Documentation The following are private documents and notes recovered from Director Jason Monroe's notebook during his investigation into SCP-5545, during and after his espionage on November 22nd, 2019. 11/22/2019 I'm not going to lie: this makes absolutely no sense. I watched through the camera system for his break and found that it was 15 minutes each time, like I suspected. At 11:45, he left for the bathroom and I snuck into his office undetected. After just a few clicks I managed to find SCP-5545 on his intranet database, and attempted to open up the file, only to discover that everything past the discovery logs were locked with O5 Clearance. I wasn't aware there was anything past it, but I'm honestly not surprised. I decided to start looking through his files to see if I could find anything else that's useful. Interestingly enough, he's got relatively little on it, but enough information for me to gain some insight. Two things I found particularly interesting. First, this image: [Digital version of image located on Doctor Gabriel Reed's computer.] It's a bit blurry since I had to take the picture on my phone then print it through the oldest system on the damn planet, but it clearly depicts a mobile task force entering a hall — presumably 5545-1. I don't recall the file ever saying something about a task force, but I'm willing to bet it is, once again, locked behind a passcode. Site Director clearance can get you far, but not all the way. The second thing was an Excel sheet (obviously rudimentary) containing a list of every employee who's ever worked at the site. Around half of them are dead, either from suicide or anomaly influence (which I learned from the file), but one detail sticks out: a single redacted entry. The name, clearance, basic info, and even the cause of death have been entirely erased from the file. I don't know who our mystery man is, but I assume he might be the connecting link. I wanted to do a bit more digging, but I only had a few minutes left, so I tidied up and skedaddled. Had around 30 seconds to spare before Reed came back and continued "working." Tomorrow, I plan on figuring out how to either hack or get past the security block. It's risky, but I was given unanimous O5 approval to investigate this anomaly, and by god I will. Why is there an O5-Clearance notice anyways? Why did the O5 unanimously approve my expedition? It's been bothering me for a day or so now, but I'm starting to get suspicious. This makes no sense on every level. There's something fundamentally wrong here, and I plan on figuring out what. —Jason Monroe It should be noted that the following page was torn and discarded after its creation: 11/22?/2019 (haven't checked the time) I had a dream. The same one since I joined Eta-10, but slightly different. I'm standing in a lavish home I don't recognize. The walls are crimson, outlined with hellishly detailed golden adornments running up and down. There is a table in the center, made of glass surrounded by dozens of chairs of silver. It is cold in the room and I am shivering, yet i am wrapped in a large thick coat, and I am not cold. At the end of the room, in the center, there is a fireplace. a few minutes pass and I'm walking through the room. There are statues along its sides and they all appear either feminine or masculine, never in between. Their faces are the same. The man is angry and the woman is afraid, and they are related. I don't know how I know this but the thought is perfectly natural. I get to the end of the room, and stand in front of the fire. It's quiet and warm, the only sound is the crackling of the fire and the chandelier hanging above the table, softly swinging back and forth, back and forth. i hated chandeliers as a kid since I always felt they would just fall. I am nervous. i look back to above the table but find the chandelier isn't swinging at all - but the noise is continuing. my gaze shifts from above the table to the fireplace at eye level. It's become infinitely tall, extending far beyond where i can see into the abyss above. but the swinging is not from the eternal depths but rather from in front of me, from within the fireplace. the shape emerges and i dont recognize it until it has reached out and it's bored into my mind. there is the corpse of a woman, a small girl. she is hanging by a horrendously long thread, intertwining with the laces of the scarlet walls and extending upwards to a void of no ceiling. she grips the sides of the fireplace and pulls herself out. she stares at me. watching. she is angry and i don't know why, as though i am the source of all her rage and fury. she desperately wants to free herself from the torment but cant leave the fireplace. i enter and she rips my skin off, exposing my muscle to the open flames. we burn forever together, suffering with no end today, i dreamt that i blinked upon entering, and i'm in a hallway. that's what's new about the dream. i dont know what it means. fuck it Following this, Director Jason Monroe threw the paper away and returned to his bed. 11/23/2019 Had a weird dream last night. Decided to run my voice through the HMD just to be sure and it came out negative. Oh well. My main priority at the moment is to find out how the O5 are involved in this anomaly, but there's also the issue of figuring out what the hell is happening at this site. The plan of action is to infiltrate the O5-access section of the SCP-5545 file and find out what I need to know, and hopefully explain everything. I'm also still curious about the redacted entry and the MTF picture. I read through the file again and I noticed that Site-344-2 is said to be "Conceptual," meaning that it's in an idea space of some kind. I'm not sure what that entails or how the hell I could access it, but that means that -2 is also contained in idea space. The containment procedures also say that's it's kept under key via "association lock", which I assume means that it's associated with a concept (the concept here being "contained") and it becomes the concept. In reality, I have no idea: I've never heard of it, nor seen it used in another article. It could mean anything for all I'm aware. SCP-5545-2 seems to also cause suicide in some individuals, and directly kills others. I don't know what the criteria for each are. Judging by the amount of blackboxes on the redacted report, it seems our mystery friend died differently from everyone else. Could be a red herring (the Foundation does that sometimes), but I doubt it for this anomaly. I plan on infiltrating the office in two hours. Hopefully the new information will help me crack the case open. —Jason Monroe 11/24/2019 Shit. I haven't written for almost a day, but I think it's safe to now. Just need to collect my thoughts. I waited for another opportunity to sneak into Reed's office. At about 11:45, he got up and walked out, giving me my chance to enter. I made sure to memorize the layout of everything on his monitor so I could set it back to how it was before without arousing suspicion. The goal was to find some way to access the entire file using only what was available on the computer. Considering Dr. Reed likely had access to it, and the device wasn't capable of connecting to the Foundation intranet, it must mean that the software already contained the clearance, and I just needed to activate it. Sure enough, after a few minutes of searching, I found them. The credentials were stored in a hidden file in some non-conspicuous folder. I recognized it as the late O5-9's signature code, mainly from its identifying features (it's complicated, but I have some experience). The key was clearly outdated and non-functional everywhere else, but since this was an isolated system, it worked like a charm. I punched in the numbers and the file let me in. I… I'm not entirely sure what to make of it. The first thing I saw was the extended Discovery Log. It said that almost thirty MTF members were sent in there, along with over seventy D-Class. Pardon my language, but what the fuck? Who kept sending these people into -1 instances? Was it Reed? And if it weren't disturbing enough on its own right, I found a complete recollection of all my previously-written notes. Even the discarded ones. Logged on the console that does not have access to the Foundation intranet. I doubt it was Reed for a few reasons (mainly that the notes were carried on me at all times and there's a non-keyed lock on my door), so I'm presuming that the O5 Council is somehow involved. I have no idea how, but someone is watching me. Then Reed walked in. The following is a transcript of the conversation between Director Jason Monroe and Doctor Gabriel Reed, and was not included in the note. BEGIN LOG Dr. Reed: …Director Monroe? Director Monroe: (startled) Shit! Dr. Reed: Are you aware that entering my office without my permission is a breach of protocol? Director Monroe: Are you aware that sending over 70-fucking-D-Class into your "pet anomaly" is also a breach in protocol? Momentary silence. Dr. Reed: You've read the SCP-5545 file with O5 Credentials? I am certain you saw the warning. Director Monroe: I don't fucking care anymore. This Site is under the influence of some kind of… of abnormality and you're doing nothing to stop it. You're succumbing to it. Dr. Reed: I do not believe that is the case, Director. You have entered the site uninvited and have violated its rules several times, and now have gone against O5 protocol. You may face termination charges. Director Monroe produces concealed carry-on from his coat. Dr. Reed does not react. Director Monroe: I'm here under order from O5 to ensure that this anomaly is contained properly. You've been inadequate. Dr. Reed: On the contrary. Your orders were given to assist in containment, and everything has gone perfectly thus far. Director Monroe appears stunned. Director Monroe: …What— Dr. Reed: Return to your room, Director. You have everything you need. Director Monroe pauses, then slowly lowers his weapon. Doctor Reed moves from the doorway and allows the Director to leave. END LOG Following this, Director Monroe returns to his room, not re-concealing his firearm. We had a… brief exchange. I lost my cool, and Reed said something that stuck with me: "You have everything you need." What does that mean? Does he know about my thoughts? How did he get access to my notes? Is he watching me somehow? How are the O5 involved? Why did they send me specifically? Is 5545 the source of all this? What the fuck is going on??? No one's sent guards to detain me or kill me yet. I think, thus far, I'm in the clear. But I need to think. — Jason Monroe I feel like I'm going insane . Do I even know? It's a conspiracy. I've been thinking through my options here and all the clues I've gathered, and I've come to a few conclusions. For some reason, I haven't been detained or terminated yet, nor recalled from my duty. Along with Reed's statements and the unanimous O5 vote, I'm starting to come to the conclusion that perhaps I'm here for a reason besides investigating the anomaly. That I've been playing a role for some higher purpose. That I've been a puppet on a string this entire time. The notes are leading me to believe that, somehow, they had access to it beforehand. From seventeen fucking years ago. How is that possible? How long have I been here? Repeated amnestic use on this scale would surely show some side effects in me. It couldn't have been a memory wipe. I can't seem to figure it out. Why am I needed here? I volunteered to come, it wasn't an O5 order. Did they expect me to? How? Memetics? It doesn't add up. I'm missing the final piece of this goddamn puzzle and I'm sick of playing this stupid charade of cat-and-mouse. I need to end this. I've come up with a hypothesis, but with no way of proving it. SCP-5545-2 is contained in Site-344-2 — that's what I've been told around three or four times now. Site-344-2 is a conceptual space, but nonetheless exists. If there's a way to get to Conceptual Site-344-2, there's a way to find SCP-5545-2, and find out what the hell it is. It may constitute a "containment breach," but I'm willing to risk it. I need to know. The part of my hypothesis I can't prove is that SCP-5545-1 is the entrance to Conceptual Site-344-2. If I end up going into SCP-5545-1, and it will kill me, and I'm not supposed to be there, Doctor Reed will be forced to prevent me from going. If it won't kill me, then I won't be dead; great. If I'm supposed to be there, then I at least hope I'll get some fucking answers, whether it's fatal or not. If I come out alive and there isn't some sort of grand plan and I'm just losing my goddamn mind, then I'll be terminated anyways for breaking O5 order. There's nothing left for me to lose. There's a -1 instance directly across the hall from my dorm. I'll see you bastards on the other side. Addendum 4: Conclusion + Show Documentation - Hide Documentation The following is a video log of Director Jason Monroe's expedition into SCP-5545-1 and Conceptual Site-344-2, recorded by a camera he stole from Site-344-1. BEGIN LOG The sound of heavy breathing can be heard as Director Monroe walks through the SCP-5545-1 instance. The walls consist of white-painted concrete, worn by age and deterioration. There is no discernible end to the hallway, with the far end being entirely dark. Light fixtures overhead occasionally flicker, but do not turn off. The whirring of ventilation pipes is faintly audible. Monroe mutters momentarily about getting the camera to operate. Although the footage is slightly grainy, it is functional, and records in decent quality. He sweeps the camera in both directions, revealing that no entrance or exit is visible from within this point in the anomaly. As Monroe continues to walk down the hall, the lights continue to flicker more sporadically, and the ventilation's whirring continues to increase in pitch. Two minutes pass, and the flickering begins to quicken alarmingly. Monroe appears to panic, and begins to hyperventilate. He stops walking and the camera turns towards his face briefly. All lights turn off. Three seconds pass in absolute darkness, followed by the SCP-5545-1 instance quickly brightening. The hallway's appearance has changed entirely; now, it appears ornamental, with yellow-painted walls, elaborate rugs lining the floor, and wooden decorations. Lamps are present in regular intervals on the ceiling. Similar to before, the instance appears to extend indefinitely. SCP-5545-1-P17. Director Monroe is heard choking back a sob, and frantically scans the area. He appears to stutter, and draw a sharp breath. The camera shakes slightly as he readjusts the device to face forwards. Director Monroe: I… I've seen this before. Director Monroe continues through the SCP-5545-1 instance at a normal pace, albeit with irregular breathing patterns and steps. The camera moves significantly more than it did prior. As Monroe continues, no noticeable changes are apparent in the hallway's structure or behavior. Six minutes go by without incident. Monroe halts suddenly, readjusting the camera's focus and zoom. At the far end of the hall there is a faint, flickering light visible, which Monroe briefly comments on quietly. He continues to walk, readjusting the camera occasionally to ensure the feed is clear. He persistently does so until approximately five meters from the exit. The camera stops moving, focusing on the light. The SCP-5545-1 instance leads into a long room, its details unclear due to the camera's quality. At the far end, the shape of the light changes wildly, and is occasionally obscured by a moving figure. The camera feed begins to sharpen slowly. As the footage clears, the light is revealed to emanate from a fireplace. Director Monroe takes a deep breath audibly, and enters Conceptual Site-344-2. The room is large and poorly lit, the only sources of light being the fireplace and candelabras lining the walls. The ceiling is not in frame, and the walls seem to extend upwards indefinitely. Statues with indeterminate facial expressions are spaced regularly nearby, both male and female in appearance. Monroe makes various noises, suggesting immense emotional distress and anxiety. Upon reaching the fireplace, Monroe moves the camera upwards, and centers it on the fire. A single white thread hangs in front of it, unmoving. Director Monroe: Oh god. Oh god no. Monroe does not move for approximately one minute. There is no discernible noise besides the crackling of the fireplace, and the Director's shallow breaths. The faint sound of creaking slowly becomes audible, and increases in volume. Director Monroe becomes more distressed, and the string in front of the fireplace begins to swing. Monroe's breathing quickens significantly, before he draws a deep breath and rapidly turns around. Director Monroe screams. The camera adjusts to reveal over one hundred identical human cadavers with the appearance of Monroe hanging from a multitude of white threads. All are dressed in different attire, ranging from farming garments to D-Class jumpsuits, as well as approximately twenty in Mobile Task Force tactical gear. All appear to slightly swing from the strings in unison. In the center of the room, at the ground level, the corpse of a young teenage girl is suspended by the strings. Her body is perfectly preserved, though does not show any signs of life. She is dressed in 18th century clothing. Unlike the cadavers hanging above her, she does not swing, and is entirely motionless. Director Monroe: I remember. I remember. Oh please… please no… Director Monroe drops the camera and sobs uncontrollably. There is no reaction, but the cadavers do not cease moving. Director Monroe: How much… how much longer will you do this? There is no response. The cadavers quickly rise out of frame, and a single string lowers itself in front of Director Monroe. The corpse of the girl does not move, but the length of the room slowly diminishes until it is roughly equivalent in length and width. SCP-5545-1 is visible behind the girl. Director Monroe: I… I get it. You want me to make a choice. There is no response. Director Monroe: If I leave here… if I leave the conceptual site, you'll follow me. You'll follow me outside but I'll be free. Your hallways will spread all over the world and thousands will be brought here in my place to die. There is no response. Director Monroe: But… but if I die, here, I'll be brought back again and again, with a different life each time, killed over and over, forever. But it will be only me, to atone for what I did. There is no response. Director Monroe: I'm sorry. There is no response. Silence elapses for three minutes. During this time, Director Monroe's breaths become steadier, and he ceases crying. Director Monroe: The Foundation knew. They needed me to come here. They needed me to keep you contained, and they needed me to make the right choice. To keep you here. And to keep me from leaving through the hall. There is no response. Director Monroe: That's why this happened, and why it'll happen again. Why everything needed to be set up this way. Why they had my notes from before. They knew exactly how the play would conclude because they already read the script. There is no response. Director Monroe: (sobbing) Fuck it. Slowly, Monroe enters into the frame, and approaches the string. He carefully picks up the end of the thread in his palm, and it begins to coil around his hand. The lights in the SCP-5545-1 instance turn off, followed by each candelabra in succession. As the thread snakes through his clothing and around his skin, Monroe looks directly at the girl's corpse. Director Monroe: …How could I ever forget you, Emily? The ropes tighten, and Monroe spasms uncontrollably, his body collapsing to the floor. The fireplace extinguishes, leaving only darkness. END LOG The camera was recovered and logged according to standard protocol. … … You have one (1) new message. To: artni.dnuofpcs|deeRleirbaG#artni.dnuofpcs|deeRleirbaG From: artni.mocwo|9-reesrevO.S#artni.mocwo|9-reesrevO.S Subject: RE:SCP-5545 Dr. Reed, I would like to address your concerns one at a time. First: Everything in the "mock-file" is technically correct. Site-344-1 is used as an information-processing base when not containing SCP-5545, and 18 people are the minimum requirement for maintaining a Site on average. SCP-5545-2 is also contained via association lock, but not to the concept of being "contained" — rather, it's associated to SCP-5545-4's death. The phrase "SCP-5545-2 is contained in Site-344-2" is specifically for -4, and is not actually relevant to the anomaly's standard containment. As long as -1 and -2 are contained, so is -3 (and since -4 is necessary to contain -2, it is "contained" as well). Second: No, you may not take an amnestic regimen. You have an assigned therapist and your memory for prior cycles are necessary in case of future deviations. Third: Our next -4 instance was found among a D-Class transfer, convicted for theft and assault. Considering how long the process takes for D-Class instances, your services will likely not be needed for at least six months. You will receive your extra pay over this duration. Fourth: I do not have the answers to your questions. We are still unable to determine the nature of SCP-5545-4's actions against SCP-5545-2 three hundred years ago, and won't be able to for the foreseeable future. We do not know why SCP-5545-1 are hallways specifically, the methods SCP-5545-2 uses to propagate its goal, or why SCP-5545-3 will result from SCP-5545-4's refusal. There are simply answers we cannot know. It is not our job to rescue a murderer from the consequences of his actions. Our refusal to deliver him to Conceptual Site-344-2 in 2005 resulted in SCP-5545-3 manifesting, in order to force him to enter. We do not plan to risk thousands of deaths for nothing, and it costs us nothing to contain -2 by simply complying with its demand. It's not our job to research, and it's not our job to interfere. It is our job to secure, to contain, and to protect. Nothing more, and nothing less. 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The 127 SCP-5546-1 instances as well as the preserved remains of President Dalmez Torpe are collectively held in Waste Storage Unit 4. In an ongoing attempt to identify possible groups of interest, a liaison from the External Affairs Division is to remain in Temaria and investigate political groups within the country for ties to occult practices. Description SCP-5546 is a 1.8 meter tall metal cabinet of unknown origin within which a total of 127 members of the Temarian Nationalist Party were located. These bodies (designated SCP-5546 -1) have been compressed, through unknown means, to a size and configuration reminiscent of standard postal envelopes. The instances have been preserved in a highly effective, unidentified organic chemical compound. Each SCP-5546-1 instance is addressed from a member of Temarian anti-nationalist political groups that have been declared missing or deceased within a period of 10 years. Aside from its sudden manifestation and contents, no further anomalous properties have been attributed to SCP-5546. Discovery SCP-5546. On 2021/01/14, SCP-5546 manifested approximately 12 meters above the chairman of the Temarian Nationalist Party, President Dalmez Torpe, while exiting the Palmo Hotel. SCP-5546 remained stationary for several seconds before accelerating towards President Torpe. At the moment of impact, SCP-5546 is estimated to have been traveling at approximately 400 kph; President Torpe was killed instantly during the collision. A week prior, Dalmez Torpe and his party successfully overturned a fair, legal election that if left unmanipulated would have led to a diminishing of political power and removal of Dalmez Torpe as President. The disappearance and mutilation of SCP-5546-1 instances, as well as the manifestation of SCP-5546, is theorized to be in direct response to these actions, though the responsible party and/or creators of SCP-5546 remain unknown. With the absence of members of the Temarian Nationalist Party and assistance from the UN, a new democratic election took place on 2021/02/10 and the previously subverted party rightfully transitioned to power on 2021/03/01. During this transition, the Foundation successfully implanted a misinformation campaign placing the blame for the disappearance of Temarian Nationalists on an intraparty conflict currently being investigated by the United Nations. In a private statement to the Foundation the newly elected President, Farra Meller, stated the following in regards to SCP-5546: "The people have long resisted the radical ideologies propagated by my predecessor, these strange events were a necessary action needed to forge a road to unity. We did not take them lightly, nor could we ever partake in them again. Our comrades struck down by these terrible people finally had a place to air their grievances, we will now assure their sacrifice was not in vain." The Foundation has established direct communication with the new administration. A financial pact and plans to develop a containment facility within the country are currently underway. Due to the beneficial nature of this newly formed relationship the Foundation has deemed continued investigation into the direct cause of SCP-5546 unnecessary. In order to adapt to the changing political climate and administrations of Temaria, the External Affairs Division will continue to establish viable connections with the remaining political movements within the country. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5546" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5546. 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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Results of previous examinations are available to personnel upon request. The Submersible Research Vessel Gavin is stored within Anomalous Vehicle Storage Hangar 02 and will be deconstructed for permanent storage on 2021/04/20. Description SCP-5547 designates the anomalous circumstances surrounding the death of marine geologist Maria Kaper onboard the Submersible Research Vessel Gavin during a routine survey on 2008/04/16. While conducting research 14 km off the eastern coast of Puerto Rico, turbulence caused by a thunderstorm caused the RSV Gavin to be separated from the SS Calypso, to which it was previously attached. The US Coast Guard attempted to locate the detached submersible but after conducting searches for two weeks Maria Kaper was assumed deceased and the RSV Gavin unrecoverable. The RSV Gavin. On 2009/05/22, an unrelated research team inadvertently discovered the RSV Gavin 26 km from its previously recorded location. After a month of preparation, the RSV was recovered and brought ashore by the US Coast Guard. Analysis of Maria Kaper indicated the cause of death to be self-induced asphyxiation. Ms. Kaper appeared to have suffered extensively from the symptoms of dehydration, starvation, and various conditions related to long periods of inactivity1, despite these conditions not inhibiting bodily function. Decomposition dating revealed that Ms. Kaper had only been deceased for approximately one month prior to her discovery. The presence of 365 tally marks etched into the bulkheads of the submersible are presumed to indicate the tracking of days. Due to the unexplainable nature of the incident, the Coast Guard contact the Foundation at which time standard containment and concealment efforts were enacted. Though extensive analysis has been conducted on the remains of Maria Kaper and the RSV Gavin, no explanation has been reached as to how she managed to survive for approximately one year without food, water, or oxygen. Due to a lack of potential leads, further investigation in SCP-5547 has been discontinued. A vote to redesignate SCP-5547 as Neutralized is scheduled for 2022/04/20. Footnotes 1. Deep vein thrombosis, extreme muscle loss, and spinal compression. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5547" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5547. 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: sub.jpg Author: KEN License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:MiniU.jpg#mw-jump-to-license |
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Testing of SCP-5548 is approved on a case-to-case basis and must be supervised by authorized medical staff. SCP-5548-1 is stored within Biological Storage Locker 121 and will be transfered to Medical Bay 4 every Saturday. While in the medical bay personnel are to trim approximately 30 cm of hair from SCP-5548-1. The collected hair is to be analyzed and subsequently incinerated. Description SCP-5548. SCP-5548 is an amalgamation of several non-anomalous and seemingly unrelated mechanisms that when activated are capable of causing spontaneous hair growth on exposed human epidermis. Testing indicates that SCP-5548 requires an electrical connection and working faucet, though the exact conditions that cause its anomalous effect are not currently understood. SCP-5548-1 is the corpse of Daniel Davis, which remains in a constant state of accelerated hair growth. All other bodily functions of SCP-5548-1 have permanently ceased and the hair growth has a direct correlation to overexposure to SCP-5548 at the time of death. Weekly testing indicated that the hair growth is decelerating at a rate of .02 cm per week; this process is predicted to conclude at some point in March of 2026. Discovery The Foundation was made aware of SCP-5548 shortly after it was discovered by the New Jersey State Police on 2021/03/18. SCP-5548-1 was also found within the two-bedroom apartment in the town of Long Branch. This residence was shared between Daniel Davis and his roommate Carlos Diez. An interview with Carlos Diez revealed that Mr. Davis was attempting to develop a "cure for baldness" in the form of a device installed in a shower or bathtub. This was inspired by the struggles of Mr. Davis after losing his hair at the age of 22, due to an underlying genetic condition. This was confirmed by an unsuccessful donation page on the platform kickstartme.com, created by Mr. Davis six months before his death. Carlos Diez speculated that Mr. Davis' failure to garner attention for his invention had led to increasingly erratic and irritable behavior. A recording of the events leading to the death of SCP-5548-1 was recovered from within the residence. ❏ Video Log 5548.1 ❏ ❐ Video Log 5548.1 ❐ [BEGIN LOG] (The camera is focused on a shower unit with SCP-5548 installed on the showerhead. Shuffling can be heard in the background.) Mr. Davis: Okay, I think we're ready. (Mr. Davis steps into frame, sweat covering his hairless head.) Mr. Davis: (Clears throat.) Okay, so this will be the first-ever test of the HydroHair, donations have been– well non-existent, to be honest. And I know all my friends think I've lost it (forced laughter) but they're wrong too. This will prove it, this will change things– it just has to. (He holds his arm up to the camera.) Mr. Davis: So yeah, as you can see, I've shaved my arm in preparation for the test and already installed the device. (Mr. Davis points towards SCP-5548.) Mr. Davis: Let's begin. (Stepping to the shower Mr. Davis reaches out and turns the faucet's handle approximately 90 degrees. A stream of water descends from SCP-5548.) Mr. Davis: Here goes nothing. (He places his arm in the stream of water and immediately begins to violently shake. Mr. Davis screams as he collapses into the shower, convulsing. After approximately 30 seconds, Mr. Davis dies, though his body convulses at a regular interval. Two minutes later his skin begins to take on a reddish hue, steam rises from the body. Ten minutes into the exposure the corpse develops a thin layer of hair.) [END LOG] SCP-5548-1 was discovered by Carlos Diez approximately two hours after the recorded incident occurred. During the initial examination of SCP-5548, a faulty wiring connection was determined to have caused the death of Mr. Davis. Though the mechanics behind its function are unknown, SCP-5548 operates as intended barring installation error. The research notes of Mr. Davis are being processed by the Site-52 Research and Development Division and practical applications are currently under consideration. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5548" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5548. 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: device.jpg Author: wboykinm License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/30ba0f0a-fa1b-49ee-b337-ac05b2e2bd26 |
SCP-5549 | safe | A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint SCP-5549: SECOND SIN ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} {$caption} RETINAL SCAN IN PROGRESS… IDENTITY CONFIRMED. WELCOME, RAISA DIRECTOR JONES. Item #: SCP-5549 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5549 is contained at Site-05, located in Western Siberia. Description: SCP-5549 is a sapient entity with ontokinetic abilities. Any further information requests are to be forwarded to Director Sharp. ACCESS SCIPNET VIRTUAL TERMINAL WARNING: ACCESS IS NOW BEING LOGGED Terminal #013 AWAITING INPUT… | !access file="scp-5549" ERROR: FILE LOCKED TO WHITELIST | !access whitelist-"scp-5549" DISPLAYING WHITELIST FOR FILE "SCP-5549" O5-1, O5-2, O5-3, O5-4, O5-5, O5-6, O5-7, O5-8, O5-9, O5-10, O5-11, O5-12, O5-13, O5-14 | !access user="raisamariajones" DISPLAYING USER INFORMATION FOR USER "RAISA DIRECTOR MARIA JONES" RAISA DIRECTOR MARIA JONES POSITION: RAISA DIRECTOR CLEARANCE: LEVEL 5 NAME: JONES, MARIA DOB: 03-02-1927 EMPLOYEE SINCE: 07-19-1963 PROJECTS: N/A | !access user="o5-14" DISPLAYING USER INFORMATION FOR USER "O5-14" O5-14 POSITION: OVERSEER CLEARANCE: LEVEL 6 NAME: N/A DOB: N/A EMPLOYEE SINCE: N/A PROJECTS: N/A | !login user="o5-14" watchword="adropofsuninaglassofmoon" VERIFYING… ------ Welcome, O5-14 ------ | !access file="scp-5549" ACCESS GRANTED Director Sharp, Project LONDON BRIDGE lead researcher. Item #: SCP-5549 Special Containment Procedures: Site-05 is a compound located in Western Siberia, dedicated solely to the containment of SCP-5549. The primary vector of containment is a 1,398 meter borehole drilled directly into the Earth, at the bottom of which is a square 5m cell containing SCP-5549. Motion sensors are set to alert Site-05 if any abnormal activity is detected from the cell. Description: SCP-5549, formerly D-293 & Doctor Jacques Boucher, is a hostile sapient entity with Class V ontokinetic abilities. Additionally, SCP-5549 is highly resistant to all forms of damage tested against it. The extent of SCP-5549's abilities is currently unknown. SCP-5549 was created by the Foundation Department of Inter-Anomaly Experimentation as part of Project LONDON BRIDGE. ADDENDUM 5549.1 Project Proposal LONDON BRIDGE Committee Hearing, November 30th, 1975 [BEGIN LOG] SHARP: Good evening, Liaison Je- O5-11: I'm not Doc Jefferson, son. SHARP: Pardon? I was told I had a meeting with Liaison Jefferson in C109, I migh- O5-11: Sit back down. SHARP: Excuse me? O5-11: If you want to know what happened to your Project Proposal, then I suggest you take a seat. Sharp sits in the wooden chair in front of the desk. O5-11: You probably don't know me, do you? SHARP: I'm afraid I don't, sir. O5-11: Heh. Used to be a time that our faces were everywhere in the Foundation. Not anymore, it seems. My name hasn't been used since before you were born, but you know me as oh-five-eleven. SHARP: .. Oh. O5-11: Five-eleven, yes. Surprised? SHARP: I… wasn't aware you were going to be handling my case. O5-11: I'm not. Normally your proposal would've sat at the bottom of some yellow-bellied paper-pushing secretary's desk for six months and then rejected because he had a bad day. But I've taken an interest in your little experiment. SHARP: You have? Why? O5-11: Yes. Tell me, how long you been working here? SHARP: At Site-19? Abo- O5-11: No - for the Foundation. SHARP: Um, I think it's going to be 8 years this June, sir. O5-11: Mmm. Not long enough. SHARP: Sorry? O5-11: No fault of your own. Just a consequence of your age. I was hoping you'd remember the good days. Before… this. O5-11 gestures around the conference room. O5-11: It wasn't always like this, y'know. SHARP: Like what? O5-11: Like a fucking office. The place reeks of bureaucracy. It wasn't like this fifteen, twenty years ago. SHARP: What was it like? O5-11: We were pioneers! We changed the whole goddamn world. The Atreus Array, the SRAs, we even managed to exploit the fucking eel. Nowadays you have to fill out seventeen forms and take a piss test to borrow a pen. It's ridiculous. SHARP: I- Why are you telling me this? O5-11: I'm hoping you can help me change that. You and your project. SHARP: How? O5-11: You seem to have a good head on your shoulders. Did you know that they were considering dissolving the department before your proposal? SHARP: "They"? O5-11: The other members of the council. They think that the state of the Foundation right now is good. They're wrong, of course — but that's not important right now. What is important is that I pushed your proposal through. It's been greenlit. SHARP: Oh - er, wow. Thank you, sir. O5-11: And I pulled a few strings, got you some nice little gifts. Access to some of our more… unique anomalies, and a whole Site to work out of. You're now the Head Researcher of Site-05. The paperwork will all come through shortly. SHARP: I… God, I can't believe this is happening. O5-11: Just remember that I'm gambling a lot on this little project. Disappoint me, and both of us will suffer. I have the strength to weather the shitstorm that would fall on us. But I don't think you do. SHARP: I won't disappoint you, sir. You have my word. O5-11: Good man. Godspeed. [END LOG] ADDENDUM 5549.2 Foundation Department of Inter-Anomaly Experimentation: Project LONDON BRIDGE Mission Statement PROJECT LONDON BRIDGE Department of Inter-Anomaly Experimentation Purpose: To create an artificial anomaly designed to assist Foundation containment efforts and advance scientific knowledge of major contained anomalies. Subject(s): A D-class personnel, chosen after project approval and subject to intense psychological and physical vetting. Procedure: Subject to be repeatedly exposed to several anomalies as chosen by Project Lead Sharp, and brought close to expiration. Subject is then to be exposed to SCP-427 and treated with non-anomalous medical technologies. ADDENDUM 5549.3 D-293 Initial Recruitment Interview, December 15th, 1975 [BEGIN LOG] SHARP: Good evening. D-293: W-who are you? SHARP: Put simply, we represent an independent research group that has a vested interest in making sure humanity is protected from threats. D-293: Like, diseases? Nuclear war? SHARP: Not quite. We leave that to others — I'm talking about unexplainable things. Ideas that hide themselves in your memory, species that have evolved specifically to hunt humans — the kinds of things we used to call demons and monsters. D-293: Monsters aren't real. SHARP: We make sure people keep believing that. D-293: Is this some sort of joke? SHARP: Far from it. Protecting the world is bloody work. And we need your help. D-293: What could you possibly want from me? SHARP: We need people. We need individuals willing to work with us to protect the rest of the world from those threats. We need people with nothing left to lose. D-293: I-I don't have any special skills or anything. I'm a college dropout. I don't know how I can help you. SHARP: Everyone can help in their own ways. D-293: What's mine? SHARP: Testing. It's ugly work, but someone has to do it. There's a lot of people counting on you. D-293: Why should I care? There's a thousand inmates in here, get someone else. SHARP: There are benefits. We have influence. We can commute your sentence, make sure that your family doesn't have to suffer from your absence. They'll be provided restitution, and you can greet them in person after a few years of working for us, instead of occasionally through a glass panel and telephone. Silence. D-293: Alright. Okay, I'll do it. [END LOG] ADDENDUM 5549.4 D-293 Medical Report, December 29th 1975 PROJECT LONDON BRIDGE Dr. Jacques Boucher Age 29 Sex F Ethnicity East Asian Height 162cm Weight 54.2kg Localized Hume Rating 99/103 Height and weight are about average. Hume rating is well in the range of nonanomalous. I have to say, we picked a quality test subject, about as normal as it gets. Well, I say that, and then I remember she killed a person. On that note, I'd like to make an addition to the testing schedule: Semi-regular psychological check-ups. I can't imagine this kind of testing to be good for one's mental health, and keeping the subject complacent is rather important in this venture. I'd be more than happy to handle those myself, if you'd like. Much appreciated, Boucher. Forward me a prospective schedule at your leisure. - Sharp ADDENDUM 5549.5 Site-05 Testing Log Excerpt, Jan-May Fileserv Notice: Hover over the ellipses icon to display a short summary of the anomaly. Item Result Recovery Notes SCP-494SCP-494 is a pair of fingerless gloves. When both are worn and an object held in each hand, two objects’ makeup will be suddenly traded.… Dr. Franz fitted SCP-494 onto his hands. He was ordered to hold the subject's right shoulder in his right hand and a rod of titanium alloy in his left. Two seconds after the test began, subject tore themselves from Dr. Franz's grip at the sight of titanium spreading across their shoulder. Subject was forcibly sedated and returned to containment cell. N/A N/A Subject reacted extremely negatively to Test 494.01, demanding to be released immediately. Violent reactions to any personnel entering the containment cell only subsided after prolonged solitary confinement. In order to prevent similar incidents in the future, Dr. Boucher's proposal of regular psychological evaluations has been approved. ADDENDUM 5549.6 D-293 Medical Report, May 16 1976 PROJECT LONDON BRIDGE Dr. Jacques Boucher Height 184cm Weight 48.7kg Localized Hume Rating 95/102 Slight drop-off in weight, accompanied by a sharp increase in height. Most of that is in the neck, which is slightly concerning based on how fragile her collarbone looks. Like it might snap with a touch. Actually, that's in regards to all her bones; she might be suffering from calcium deficiency. Regardless, she's not dead, so that's already a big plus. I'm going to recommend a higher calorie diet to make up for that weight loss. Since we haven't exposed her to any ontokinetics yet, I don't think Hume Rating will be a problem. Any fluctuations will probably just be caused by us keeping so many anomalous things in one place. ADDENDUM 5549.7 D-293 Psychological Screening Interview #1, June 2nd 1976 [BEGIN LOG] [Elevator opens. BOUCHER steps out.] BOUCHER: Hello. D-293: Hu - oh! Hello. BOUCHER: Remember those psych sessions I was been talking about? They finally got authorized. D-293: Oh, uh, wow. That's good, I guess. BOUCHER: Yeah. How've you been feeling lately? D-293: Bored… lethargic. Not much to do down here. BOUCHER: Alright, I'll see what I can do. And beyond that? D-293: Not good, honestly. BOUCHER: And why's that? D-293: The test. I freaked out, didn't I? BOUCHER: I- well, I suppose. But you handled it better than you could have. D-293: It was pretty bad. I.. didn't know it would be that bad. BOUCHER: It's not your fault. These kinds of.. anomalies are hard to predict, even for us. D-293: Do you guys really understand these things? BOUCHER: Better than anyone else in the world. D-293: The world doesn't even know about them. BOUCHER: Exactly. [Both laugh for a moment.] D-293: Really though. I saw the look in the Sharp's eyes when he started the test. [BOUCHER fidgets in his seat.] BOUCHER: Well, that's what you're here for. To help us truly understand these things, the way they affect people. We're not there yet, but we're getting there. D-293: I'm not really sure how changing my arm to metal would help anyone. BOUCHER: Well, we need to know how different anomalies interact with humans. When a soldier somewhere gets attacked with one of those anomalies, we're gonna be able to thank you for teaching us how it worked. D-293: Hm. I… guess that makes sense. BOUCHER: Every single test furthers our understanding of these things. You're an invaluable asset to this project. D-293: Mhm. Thanks, doctor. BOUCHER: It's what I'm here for. [END LOG] ADDENDUM 5549.8 Site-05 Testing Log Excerpt, June-Oct Item Result Recovery Notes SCP-217SCP-217 is a virus that alters the biochemistry of organic tissue, causing organic matter to re-arrange into a form of “organic metal”.••• Subject intravenously exposed to anomaly through the brachial artery. Within 9 hours, infection spread through left arm and into torso. Subject repeatedly voiced extreme discomfort and requested the test be ended. Request declined. After infection had spread to collarbone, subject was exposed to SCP-427. Subject made full recovery in 24 hours. Physical noted significantly denser muscle tissue, layered with deposits of an unknown metal. SCP-212SCP-212 is a surgical robot that attempts to "improve" any organic matter presented to it. Improvements that have been observed include: lining of joints with graphite, replacement of biological organs with artificial ones, addition of metal plates to bones, addition of new or duplicate organs, and replacement of teeth with small serrated steel bands, among many others.••• Subject sedated and SCP-212 activated. Anomaly initially displayed confusion at subject's body but quickly began operating. Operation duration was 9 hours. All incisions were sealed correctly, with no signs of infection. Significant alterations to subject's body structure were made, including removal of large amounts of body fat, hollowing of bones, placement of a metal structure around the heart, and placement of two unknown organic masses within the torso. The purposes of these masses is unknown. SCP-008SCP-008 is a complex prion disease. Infected organisms rapidly die before returning in a state of limited brain and body functionality. ••• Subject intravenously exposed to anomaly through the brachial artery. Standard escalation of symptoms proceeds, and subject is unconcious within two hours. Subject exposed to SCP-427 approximately two hours and thirteen minutes following initial infection. All external symptoms rapidly reversed. Examination revealed that certain internal symptoms remained — notably, increased muscle endurance and strength and high blood viscosity resulting in negligible blood flow from wounds. ADDENDUM 5549.9 D-293 Medical Report, October 9th 1976 PROJECT LONDON BRIDGE Dr. Jacques Boucher Height 204cm Weight 51.5kg Localized Hume Rating 98/101 Another increase in height, though this time a weight gain came along with it. Skin has also become noticeably tougher, and feels almost reinforced. I'd like to schedule an x-ray, but I'm unsure if we can get that out here. Of note, I noticed bruises on her sternum during the check-up. I won't ask where they came from, but I strongly advise you to be more careful around her. Damaging your test subject is inadvisable. Your concern is appreciated, but unrequested. We're handling the subject as necessary. And please refrain from referring to them with gendered pronouns. - Sharp ADDENDUM 5549.10 D-293 Psychological Screening Interview Excerpts, June-Oct, 1976 [INTERVIEW #4] [Elevator door opens, BOUCHER steps out.] D-293: Welcome back. BOUCHER: Yeah, hey. How're you feeling? You said you were bored last time, I had them bring down a new set of books. D-293: I saw. BOUCHER: Do you… like them? D-293: They're fine. BOUCHER: Is something wrong? D-293: What do you think? BOUCHER: Okay, something is wrong. Talk to me. It's what I'm here for. D-293: I'm trapped in a cell for most of the day, and when I get out it's to have those insane tests run on me, and then right back in. I'm never getting out of here. BOUCHER: That's not true. We've already gotten through the first round of testing, that's great progress! And you're fine, right? D-293: I don't feel fine. I feel horrible. I want to throw up and cry at the same time after I get out of the testing chamber. I don't think I've seen the sun in weeks. [D-293 chokes down a sob. BOUCHER moves to comfort her.] BOUCHER: Hey, hey, woah. It's okay. D-293: I'm so- BOUCHER: You've got nothing to be sorry about. But you do have to tell me about these things, you know. I'm here to help you. D-293: Yeah. Yeah, I know. BOUCHER: I'm going to see what I can do about those issues as soon as I get back to my office, alright? D-293: Alright. [Wipes tears.] Thank you. [INTERVIEW #6] BOUCHER: Oh, I haven't used those things in years. D-293: Why not? BOUCHER: They're nonsense. Inkblots aren't exactly a good clinical tool, to say the least. D-293: Mhm. Hey, Doctor? BOUCHER: Yes? D-293: I've been… noticing — Can you answer this honestly? Please? BOUCHER: Er, I'll try. What is it? D-293: Do you guys know what you're doing? BOUCHER: I- What do you mean? D-293: The testing. I - I don't see any pattern. I can't figure out what you want from me. BOUCHER: I'm… not following. D-293: It seems like you're just throwing things at the wall to see what sticks. At my expense. BOUCHER: Oh, no. God no. We're not animals, we have a plan. D-293: What is it? BOUCHER: I- You know I can't tell you. D-293: I don't think you know either. BOUCHER: Look, these things aren't supposed to exist. The rest of the world doesn't even know about them! And we're figuring out how to safely handle them. Trust me, nobody understands these things like we do. D-293: I get that, it's just… God, I hate feeling like this. BOUCHER: Like what? D-293: I'm just sick and scared. All the damn time. BOUCHER: Scared of what? D-293: I don't know. My next test. Sharp. BOUCHER: It's okay to be scared. But just- we're on your side. I'm on your side. You know that, right? D-293: Yeah. Yeah, I know. [INTERVIEW #7] BOUCHER: Since you asked me a while ago… I managed to get you a set of these. D-293: Are those the… inkblot things? BOUCHER: Rorschach cards, yes. Pseudoscience, but entertaining pseudoscience. Up for it? D-293: Not like I've got much better to do. I finished my copy of Proust. BOUCHER: Alright then. What do you see? D-293: Hm. A stain. No, a bruise. BOUCHER: And now? D-293: A bone. Yeah. BOUCHER: And this one? D-293: Huh. Reminds me of… Captain Hayes' tattoo. BOUCHER: What? D-293: Er- BOUCHER: Do you… need to talk about something? D-293: No! No. I'm fine. It's fine. ADDENDUM 5549.11 Site-05 Testing Log Excerpt, Nov-Jan Item Test Summary Recovery Notes SCP-222SCP-222 is a cave in Italy containing several stone coffins. If an organism sleeps in one of the coffins, within 24 hours, a clone of the organism will manifest in the cave. ••• Subject was placed into coffin, test proceeded without incident. Clone, temporarily designated D-293-b, was recovered from caves. Notably, D-293-b was identical to D-293 prior to testing, suggesting that their DNA has not been altered. SCP-610SCP-610 is a contagious skin disease that results in the death of the infected, followed by a return of life functions. Scar tissue formed during infection will begin to mutate and move toward other vectors of infection.••• Subject and D-293 were placed in a testing chamber, and D-293-b was exposed to a sample of SCP-610. The temperature of the chamber was increased and within seven minutes, D-293-b had been completely covered. Subject panicked and attempted to exit testing chamber, slamming against the door several times. When deterrent electrical shocks were applied, it attempted to break through the observation glass. Despite this, they were quickly absorbed into the rapidly-increasing mass of SCP-610. Testing was stopped and SCP-427 was applied. The mass quickly shrank in size, disappearing entirely within four minutes. Subject was recovered from the center of the mass, unconscious. D-293-b was not recovered. Subject was noted to have significantly altered body proportions, growing by several centimeters and having more clearly visible blood vessels. SCP-682SCP-682 is a reptilian creature with massive regeneration and adaptive capabilities. It has been observed moving and speaking with its body 87% destroyed or rotted.••• 10g of flesh were cut from SCP-682 using SCP-2207. This flesh was dried and placed into cold storage, effectively freezing it. Subject was forcibly sedated and prepared for surgery. Incision was made in lower left forearm and sample was placed within after being slightly heated. Incision was sealed and subject placed into recovery. Sample began immediate growth and spread through subject's body, causing significant distress to subject. Sample had spread to upper calf when Dr. Boucher, the operating surgeon, amputated D-293's left leg at the knee. After decontamination, the leg was observed slowly regrowing. Growth did not halt after the limb had reformed. ADDENDUM 5549.12 D-293 Medical Report, January 12th 1976 PROJECT LONDON BRIDGE Dr. Jacques Boucher Height 238cm Weight 50.9kg Localized Hume Rating 70/123 This testing cycle has been our most intensive yet and it's resulted in some unforeseen changes. Subject is absurdly thin and lanky, with a layer of toughened skin wrapped around a skeleton that's incredibly strong and light. They barely even look humanoid. I'm growing apprehensive about their anomalous capabilities as well — the Localized Hume Rating can't just be a result of the other anomalies anymore, and I've put in a recommendation to turn up the SRAs in the cell. I think we need to start thinking about backup plans. ADDENDUM 5549.13 D-293 Psychological Screening Interview Excerpts, Nov-Jan, 1976 [INTERVIEW #9] BOUCHER: … Hello? [Coughing.] D-293: Over here. [D-293 squats in the far corner of the cell.] BOUCHER: Jesus, you scared me. Are you o- D-293: I scare you? BOUCHER: What? No, that's not what- D-293: It's okay. I don't blame you. I look like a monster. BOUCHER: No, you don't. I-I'm sorry. We still intend to keep our promise, if that's worth anything. D-293: No you don't. Maybe you do, but Sharp doesn't. It's written all over his face. BOUCHER: I- There's workarounds. I don't outrank him but I can try- D-293: Please just leave. [INTERVIEW #10] BOUCHER: Hello? D-293: What do you want? BOUCHER: Hi. D-293: Hi. BOUCHER: I just wanted… to see if you felt like talking. D-293: Why would I want to talk to any of you? BOUCHER: Because I have some news. D-293: Yeah? BOUCHER: Your family — we've arranged for their restitution. They won't have to worry about finances for a long, long time. D-293: Why? BOUCHER: I keep my promises. Sharp thinks it'll encourage you to be more amenable to testing. D-293: What do you think? BOUCHER: It's an apology. I- I can't tell you how sorry I am, I didn't know it was going to turn out like this. And I know I can't make it right, but I'm going to try. I've convinced Sharp to delay the next battery of test- D-293: A stay of execution. BOUCHER: And I'm going to go talk to him. D-293: Do you think you could get through to him? BOUCHER: I have to try. I'm sorry. ADDENDUM 5549.14 Audio Recording of Site-05 Director's Office, Feb 2nd 1976 [BEGIN LOG] SHARP: Dr. Boucher. Please, sit down. Can I get you anything. BOUCHER: I'm fine, thank you. SHARP: What can I do for you today? BOUCHER: I have some… concerns, regarding D-293. SHARP: I expected as much. Your medical updates have been telling. BOUCHER: They've been disturbing. She's barely human anymore. She might as well be an anomaly. SHARP: It. BOUCHER: Pardon? SHARP: It is a test subject, and you're wasting your time trying to sympathize. BOUCHER: It's human testing, Sharp. It's already terrible by nature — you don't have to go out of your way to make it worse. SHARP: Maybe it's terrible. But it's necessary. BOUCHER: How on Earth is any of this necessary? What do you hope to learn? And don't give me the generic 'advancing our understanding' crap, you know I'm beyond that. SHARP: This is what the Foundation has always been about. Getting our hands dirty doing the work that no one else will. Doing it so that everyone else can sleep at night. BOUCHER: You didn't answer my question. [SHARP sighs.] SHARP: Look. Every test had a purpose. BOUCHER: What fucking purpose? [Silence.] SHARP: This isn't the 19th century anymore, Jack. We have to deal with the Insurgency, the Gocks, and two dozen world governments. We have the world's biggest treasure trove of anomalies and we don't have the balls to use them to our advantage. BOUCHER: Our job isn't to use them, it's to lock them up! You're trying to weaponize things we barely understand! SHARP: If one D-class has to suffer for us to understand these things, I'm willing to take that deal. And don't even think about telling the subject or anyone else. You know exactly how they'll react. BOUCHER: You bastard. [BOUCHER storms out.] [END LOG] ADDENDUM 5549.17 Site-05 Report, Incident 18 Timeline FEB 8TH, 1976 [CELL SENSOR 03] 07:34: Active motion detected in cell. Dismissed as standard subject activity. Active motion continues. 07:50: Sensors detect a sudden drop in light level of cell. Light level continues to drop in stages as subject moves around cell, until cell is in complete darkness. [SITE-05 EXT CAM 07] 08:02: Three armed members of containment detail enter elevator. 08:03: Exterior scaffolding of elevator shaft shudders. 08:03: Exterior scaffolding of elevator shaft shears and collapses, crashing to the ground. 08:04: Large bipedal entity exits elevator shaft at high speed, screaming. Several explosions ring out. 08:04: Camera fails. [SITE-05 INTERNAL LOG] 08:05: Level 2 Breach Alert activated from Site-05 director's office. 08:06: MTF squads engage hostile entity at egress point. Lethal force restricted, nonlethal ammunition and equipment authorized. 08:09: MTF squads eliminated. 08:09: Hostile entity advances towards interior of Site-05. 08:10: Level 3 Breach Alert activated from Site-05 director's office. 08:11: MTF squads engage hostile entity at Site-05 research compound. Lethal force restricted, nonlethal ammunition and equipment authorized. 08:11: Air support request sent from Site-05 director's office. 08:12: MTF squads eliminated. 08:12: Hostile entity advances into main Site-05 testing labs. 08:13: Air support request authorized by Overwatch Command. 08:14: Support Installation 11 of Atreus Array moves into position over Site-05. Attached Scranton Reality Anchors activate. 08:14: Hostile entity exits testing labs with unidentified researcher in hand. 08:14: MTF squads engage. Lethal force authorized. 08:16: Hostile entity is visibly wounded by gunfire coupled with SRA support. It retreats to elevator shaft entrance. 08:16: Hostile entity jumps down elevator shaft with researcher. 08:17: MTF squads collapse entrance to elevator shaft behind entity. 08:20: Breach Alert rescinded. ADDENDUM 5549.18 Transcript of a Call Recorded from the Site-05 Director's Office, March 1st 1976 [BEGIN LOG] SHARP: I'm here. O5-11: You dumb fucking cretin. SHARP: Liste- O5-11: Absolute fucking buffoon. One fucking job, Sharp. A single duty. And your pea-sized brain couldn't even manage to not fuck that up. And now we're sitting on a pile of dead grunts. SHARP: It wasn't my fault, goddammit. Boucher decided to get moral. O5-11: Bullshit. You know damn well that you caused this. SHARP: You're the one who fed me the bullshit about bringing us back to our "glory days"! O5-11: I thought that you could handle testing of a single anomaly. But you couldn't, could you? SHARP: I'm the one who's going to get hit for it. Not you. You'll get off scot-free. O5-11: I've got the other twelve breathing down my neck, watching my next move. You don't know what it's like dealing with them. They'd sell your soul to the devil for a goddamn penny. Black-suited fucks. SHARP sighs. SHARP: What's gonna happen now? O5-11: What's gonna happen is that you're gonna keep your mouth shut during the hearing. You listen to whatever my secretary says and nod along. If they ask you for any information, keep mum. If they have you trapped, say you "don't recall". We're on damage control now. I have to fly out to Site-01 to deal with the Council. We won't be meeting again. SHARP: What about the Site? D-293? O5-11: I intend to bury this goddamn mess so far below the ground that by the time anyone finds out they exist, the Ruskies will have nuked us. [END LOG] ADDENDUM 5549.19 Audio Recording of Site-01 Auxiliary Office, March 15th 1976 [BEGIN LOG] Sound of an individual entering and closing the door. SHARP: Hello? [REDACTED]: Ah! Welcome, Mr. Sharp. Please, take a seat. Can I offer you anything? Tea? Coffee? SHARP: Just water, thank you. [REDACTED]: Splendid. SHARP: I'm sorry, the memo declined to provide a name — who are you, exactly? [REDACTED]: If you'll excuse the cliche, I'm afraid that's above your clearance. So, Mr. Sharp, you've been busy these last few months, haven't you? SHARP: I suppose I have, yes. [REDACTED]: Let's start from the beginning. Did you or did you not propose the first iteration of the proposal that would become Project London Bridge? SHARP: I did. Bu- [REDACTED]: And you were aware that this would result in significant harm to a Foundation employee? SHARP: They're D-Class. [REDACTED]: They're still our employees, for better or for worse. SHARP: Then yes. [REDACTED]: You requisitioned enormous resources for this little project, Mr. Sharp. Was there any advantage to be gleaned from this project? SHARP sighs. SHARP: Valuable scientific knowledge about the interaction of anomalies using the hum- [REDACTED]: I've read the report - We both know that isn't true, and even if it was, it wouldn't matter. SCP — Secure, Contain, Protect. Research is not in our motto, and for good reason. SHARP: Cross-testing has always been allowed, encouraged! [REDACTED]: We were well on our way to phasing out the cross-testing programs when your proposal was pushed through. It's not only of no benefit - it actively poses a danger to all those involved. Throwing anomalies at each other to see what happens was a hallmark of a darker age for this organization, Mr. Sharp. One that people like Eleven would no doubt return to. (Pause.) SHARP: How did you…? [REDACTED]: I've worked here for longer than you've been alive, Mr. Sharp. Eleven is a military man to the bone. He remembers when we were smaller, less organized. When we could get away with things like these. I suppose he fondly recalls our forays into Project Olympia and Omega-7. SHARP: Is he wrong? We could make the world a better place if we use these things, but we just sit on them! We could easily enforce order on the world, end these petty conflicts! [REDACTED]: This organization is committed to making the world a safer place — but never like that. Let's not pretend your little adventure was anything but a short-sighted attempt to weaponize those anomalies. [Pause.] [REDACTED]: Thank you, Mr. Sharp. You've given me a lot to think about. Expect big changes in the coming weeks. [END LOG] ADDENDUM 5549.20 Administrator Order: "Project LONDON BRIDGE", March 30th 1976 OVERWATCH COMMAND MEMO Office of the Administrator The Department of Inter-Anomaly Experimentation is to be dissolved effective immediately. All employees are to report to their assigned Human Resources Officer for reassignment or release. In addition, a committee is to be formed of individuals selected by the Office of the Administrator for outstanding moral resolve and adherence to the Prime Directive. Members of this Ethics Committee are to hold executive authority regarding all Foundation containment protocols, projects, and database entries, as well as the ability to nullify or overturn an Overwatch Command decision. This committee is backed by the full authority of the Office of the Administrator. The first action of this Ethics Committee will be a judgement on the events of Project LONDON BRIDGE. Administrator, SCP Foundation ADDENDUM 5549.21 Audio Excerpt, Ethics Committee Special Session 01, April 20th, 1976 [BEGIN EXCERPT] [Murmurs.] ODONGO TEJANI: Order, order. [Murmurs cease.] TEJANI: After… significant deliberation, this committee is prepared to present its judgements on the events discussed. Doctor Sharp. SHARP: Present. TEJANI: Your reckless behaviour endangered and killed Foundation employees. As of speaking, the product of your project is in an underground vault with an innocent researcher. This fruitless venture was of no value, took tremendous resources, and was only made possible by the meddling of your co-conspirator — Overseer Eleven. O5-11: In the flesh. TEJANI: Your manipulation outside of your sphere of interest led to the deaths of multiple Foundation employees and depletion of significant resources. Your attempts to devolve this organization to a more primitive form have no place in today's Foundation. The Committee is prepared to render judgement. Effective immediately, Overseer Eleven placed on administrative leave without pay- O5-11: You motherfucker. TEJANI: - while the continued terms of his employment are subject to an internal vote of the Overseer Council. Doctor Sharp is to be stripped of his Foundation credentials- SHARP: [Whispering] No. TEJANI: - with his research employment terminated - SHARP: [Whispering] No, no, no. TEJANI: - and demoted to D-class personnel with all associated duties and status. This committee hopes these penalties will help display that the old ways have been left behind for good reason. SHARP: No, n- O5-11: And what about 5549? How do you plan to get rid of the time bomb you're sitting on? TEJANI: We're not. O5-11: You're insane. Or stupid. TEJANI: D-293 only lashed out after constant mistreatment and exploitation by personnel. We'll establish containment and a security outpost to maintain it. But we're not going to poke a sleeping bear. Especially not one we've spent a year throwing rocks at. We owe it that much. O5-11: It's a bit too late for that. You might not want to admit it, but this has proved me right. TEJANI: Excuse me? O5-11: We just used militarized troops and weapons to contain an anomaly. We're not burying our heads in the sand and shying away from it anymore. And that's all I ever wanted. The infrastructure is there now; it's only a matter of time before you decide to use it. TEJANI: I advise you watch your words. You don't have Overseer protections anymore. If neither of you have any further qualms, this concludes this session. [END EXCERPT] File sealed for 6 months and 7 days. | !close file="scp-5549" FILE CLOSED | !logout user="o5-14" watchword="adropofsuninaglassofmoon" VERIFYING… | !cancel OPERATION CANCELED | !access archive="CouncilVotes" date="05.01.1976" OPENING… COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 x x x O5-12 O5-13 Proposal accepted. O5-11 is to be relieved of his position until the Administrator renders judgement on his continued future on the Council. | !delete sessionhistory SESSION HISTORY WIPED | !logout VERIFYING… ------ Goodbye, O5-14 ------ | !login user="raisamariajones" password="purgatoryisaplaceonearth" VERIFYING… ------ Welcome, RAISA Director Maria Jones ------ | !message ten.reesrevo.pcs|1-5o#ten.reesrevo.pcs|1-5o "I deeply appreciate the offer; being an Overseer makes you one of the most powerful people in the world… and one of the most dangerous. But my place as RAISA Head and Ethics Committee member means that my job is making sure the Council remains true to its principles - no offense. I can't do that as a member of it. Things are changing around here, and someone has to be there to make sure we don't lose ourselves during the fight. Thank you, but I'm going to have to decline." 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SCP-5550 | keter | SCP-5550-1's supposed former identity. Item #: SCP-5550 Clearance Level: Four [Formerly Three] +View Archived Containment Procedures+ -Hide this content- Archived Containment Procedures: SCP-5550 is placed in a standard humanoid containment cell in Site-28. SCP-5550-1 is to have daily sessions with Dr. Mago, in attempts to ensure SCP-5550-1's benevolence towards the Foundation. In the event of any incursion into Site-28's security zone by an outside force, SCP-5550 should be placed at the highest point within Site-28's structure. +View Archived Containment Procedures - Revision 1+ -Hide this content- Archived Containment Procedures - REVISION 1: SCP-5550 is to be moved to a 10 m by 7 m by 7 m containment cell on Site-28’s roof, dependent on hostile movements. SCP-5550-1 is not to be allowed to view any modern day news cycle involving Indian domestic issues, in order to ensure its benevolence towards the Foundation. Special Containment Procedures: Following the events of 12/11/2020, SCP-5550 and Site-28 are not to be disturbed. In the event of an incident involving SCP-5550 and the Foundation, personnel are to attempt to collect SCP-5550 and return it to containment. Local tactical defense forces are to continue attempting to find a way into Site-28 without being caught by SCP-5550-1. Description: SCP-5550 is the designation for approximately three cups of ashes of PoI-1342, Hari Singh Nalwa. SCP-5550 is located inside a cremation urn dating back to the 19th century Punjab region. Nightly, a Class II spectral entity composed of ash, designated SCP-5550-1, manifests adjacent to SCP-5550's container. SCP-5550-1 claims to be PoI-1342, though the Foundation has been unable to verify this claim due to SCP-5550-1's current state. SCP-5550-1 displays high degrees of sapience, and frequently attempts friendly conversation with personnel. SCP-5550-1's effects are activated when SCP-5550 is placed at the highest point of any human-made structure. Any entity SCP-5550-1 deems "hostile" to any inhabitant of the structure will suffer the effects of acute and sudden-onset phobia. Though the type and specificity of each phobia varies among affected individuals, the phobias induced by SCP-5550-1 will have the net effect of preventing any affected individuals from coming within 200 meters of the protected structure. Recovery Details: SCP-5550 was recovered following a noon-time raid on a Chaos Insurgency fortification in the Khyber Pass area of the Pakistani-Afghan region. Previous raids during evening hours resulted in failure due to SCP-5550-1’s abilities. Upon capture of the location, SCP-5550 was found to be hanging from the outer wall of the abandoned fort. It was taken in for observation, at which point SCP-5550-1’s anomalous effects were discovered. An initial interview log is attached below. INTERVIEWER: Dr. Trevor Mago SUBJECT: SCP-5550-1 <BEGIN LOG> [Mago enters the containment chamber, carrying a small bundle.] MAGO: Hello, SCP-5550-1. [SCP-5550-1 gives a small smile.] 5550-1: Hello, strange man. MAGO: Hello. My name is Dr. Trevor Condon Mago, but please just call me Dr. Mago. 5550-1: I shall. You seem most agreeable. Though I must warn you, please note the 'seem' in my words. I am a tad wary. The previous ones clad in the black armor were kind as well, much like you. At least, at first. MAGO: Do tell me about them, 5550. 5550-1: Well you see, Dr. Mago, just like the worldly desires of Maya1, these false warriors lured me in with sweet talk. Claimed I would be treated with much respect in the situation. That, however, was a horrid lie. [SCP-5550 grimaces.] MAGO: [Sighing] I heard our attempts to recover the area surrounding the building in which you were captured in were… many, to say the least. 5550-1: Precisely what I meant. I assure you I am most proud of mine and my Fauj's success. We are very good at what we do; that is to say defending the innocents against oppression. And only the innocents. MAGO: I see. I take it you were not used for this purpose in our raids; they were enough to infiltrate your old base. 5550-1: I never said you were innocent. [Mago frowns, creasing his brow.] MAGO: Mhm. 5550-1: I was used to clear out civilians. The innocents. Simply because I was told they were hostile. I laid on top of a small tower the warriors would erect. Come nightfall, I could hear it. I could see it. See them all. See it. I heard the cries of the children as I hurt them, gave them terrible horrid nightmares. Of the veterans, as I heard them crying of bombs dropped. I hurt them all. [Silence for approximately one minute.] 5550-1: It was… distressing. I did not like living for those men. [Mago nods. Retrieving a small image of PoI-1342, he displays it to SCP-5550-1.] 5550-1: I take it that is.. me? MAGO: Indeed it is. You, and well, the memory of you, are most important to your faith. 5550-1: Memory? MAGO: Ah. See. I'm not quite sure how to put this. [22 seconds of silence, peppered with occasional starts and subsequent stops of sentences by Dr. Mago.] MAGO: You, well, you're dead. Have been for 200 years. <END LOG> NOTES: SCP-5550-1 is not allowed to know of the existence of Operation Blue Star2, Partition3, or any other events that impacted India and the Sikh diaspora negatively, as well as any sort of current news media. INTERVIEWER: Dr. Trevor Mago SUBJECT: SCP-5550-1 FOREWORD: Prior to the interview, SCP-5550-1 had been seen sulking around its containment area during the times when it manifested. <BEGIN LOG> [Mago enters the containment chamber, carrying a small bundle.] MAGO: Hello, SCP-5550-1. 5550-1: Hello, strange man. It has been awhile. MAGO: That it has. 5550-1: I apologize for my childish actions - I assume you all were concerned about me. MAGO: Well, not all. Some more selfishly than the rest. [SCP-5550-1 frowns.] 5550-1: I see. MAGO: I can confirm to you that I was, at the very least. 5550-1: What is but one man compared to the overwhelming majority? MAGO: One more than you had before, 5550-1. 5550-1: Fair observation. MAGO: I assume you're a tad… confused? 5550-1: Indeed I am. Sharp eyes, you have there. [SCP-5550-1 rolls his eyes.] MAGO: Please allow me to briefly explain who I am, and who we—my organization—are. 5550-1: Do tell. MAGO: I am a doctor in the employ of the SCP Foundation, an international, non-governmental group dedicated to safely containing things that violate the laws of science and what would generally be considered, well, "normal." 5550-1: Things such as… [SCP-5550-1 motions to himself.] myself? MAGO: Well, yes, you would be the type of thing that we would contain. We work with various governments all over the world, but we are not affiliated with any of them. We are not obligated to any one country or nation. 5550-1: I would think that such an organization would crumble under the pressure to join forces with a nation. You must be a very powerful group if you hold these things that you claim you do. MAGO: Fortunately, the world is a very peaceful place right now. There's no fighting going on for our allegiance, and nobody is trying to direct us in any nation's favor. Our only goal is the protection of humanity from these dangerous things. 5550-1: You say the world is peaceful. What is the state of my people in the world right now? The last I remember of them, they had begun wearing strange scarlet uniforms with white straps4. I have not seen them in much time. I fret something may have occurred. MAGO: Those uniforms were always common among civilians, but your people are safe. Their empire has flourished in your absence. 5550-1: So they are safe. Hmm. [SCP-5550-1 leans back.] That's good to hear. Let me tell you a story. MAGO: I don't believe that's rel- 5550-1: That was not a request. [SCP-5550-1 clears its throat.] 5550-1: The last time I recall being… in a familiar location, I was in Jamrud. I was atop the battlements of a fort of the same name. There were many. Many of us. Many of them. It looked like a river delta, one of the five, with blood running up and down, snaking around and through bodies. Nothing but thunder ringing out across the land. I looked out amongst the battlefield, and I felt something. My soldiers were doing beautifully, but were in retreat. I looked, and I felt something once more. A bullet. It had struck. I was rushed into chirurgeon, but insisted to come back. MAGO: Did you? 5550-1: Of course. All I heard were screams and shouts, crying and laughter, the sick sound of swords severing and swinging, and what an awful cacophony it was. Arms in hand, I requested to be taken back to the top. I was. I looked once more, and the field froze. Men, standing up and down like training dummies looking at the fort. At me. And they ran. Those demons on earth, killers of innocence, turned tail and ran. It was a joyous sight. And I closed my eyes and let go. [Researcher Mago appears a bit worried.] MAGO: I see. A joyous sight indeed. 5550-1: You've given me confirmation we won that battle, and many, many more in the future. Our Kesari5 billows valiantly in the wind, and our Nagaras6 beat loud with the knowledge the Sikh empire has remained strong. [SCP-5550-1 beats its chest once, a proud smile on its face.] MAGO: If I may, I would like to say something related to what I said earlier. 5550-1: Yes, speak. MAGO: Earlier, I mentioned how many people in my organization were not concerned for you. This was not due to them not caring about you, but rather due to them being very focused on the containment and control of other, much more dangerous and deadly anomalies. 5550-1: They preoccupy themselves with keeping others safe…are they able to keep themselves safe? MAGO: That is the other thing I wanted to discuss. <END LOG> Incident 5550-1 On 2/3/2020, a team of Chaos Insurgency operatives attempted to breach Site-28 in a nighttime raid. SCP-5550 was deployed in an attempt to halt the raid. <BEGIN LOG> SCP-5550-1 can be seen on the roof of Site-28, perched on a corner. Several Chaos Insurgency operatives are clustered around a vehicle beyond the range of SCP-5550. 5550-1: Hmm. They have not approached yet. Perhaps they know who I am… A flash is seen from the operatives, and a rocket impacts the roof besides SCP-5550-1. SCP-5550 is unharmed by this, though SCP-5550-1 retreats from the edge of the roof. 5550-1: What was that? A second vehicle is seen in the distance, rapidly approaching. It enters the range of SCP-5550, and immediately attempts to turn around. The vehicle flips, and several operatives are seen emerging from the vehicle and backpedaling towards the other operatives while staring at Site-28. 5550-1: Wha-what? No, that cannot be right. Why would they fear that? SCP-5550-1 moves to the rooftop hatch, intently observing the Foundation symbol printed on it. He turns around and stares at the operatives in the distance, who are each individually activating emergency teleportation runes. Some spasm on the ground, shrieking and crying, attempting to activate their runes. 5550-1: [shouting] Why do you fear them? Unknown Operative: [shouting] Look at yourself! The remaining operatives finish teleporting out before Foundation combat personnel can arrive. SCP-5550-1 does not move from the edge of the roof until demanifestation. <END LOG> To: Researcher Mago From: Site-28 Director Thompkins Subject: 5550 Dear Researcher Mago, Your work as a Foundation researcher is incredibly helpful in the furthering of the defense of the Veil. I am writing concerning the possible use of SCP-5550 as a security asset in defense of Site-28. I believe I speak for the whole Site when I extend a warm thank you to SCP-5550-1 in its assistance in protecting Site-28 from the recent raid. As such, likewise utilization in the future is probable, and I wished to request your thoughts on the matter. Relatively simple containment procedures for an infinitely more useful anomaly are too good to pass up. Sincerely, Site-28 Director Thompkins To: Site-28 Director Thompkins From: Researcher Mago Subject: Re:5550 Dear Director, Repeated utilization of SCP-5550 to counter hostile activity may not be in the best interest of the site, long-term. Though it is true SCP-5550-1's defenses are nigh impenetrable, they're mainly left up to chance; who SCP-5550-1 perceives as hostile or not. The fact of the matter is this; sure, we don't need to provide it food, or shelter per se. But that doesn't necessarily mean it's useful to spam SCP-5550-1 as a defense for Site-28. Respectfully, Researcher Mago To: Researcher Mago From: Site-28 Director Thompkins Subject: Re:5550 Dear Researcher Mago, If the only negative factor you, as the head of research concerning SCP-5550, see is its possible view towards the Foundation, that is an easy issue to remedy. Quite frankly, some of the other directors find your attachment to the wellbeing of a harmless, spectral entity alarming. Recall you've given it nothing; no food, no water, no sustenance, as it needs none. SCP-5550 will be tapped as a free from oversight, trial-based security asset for Site-28 for use solely in enemy raids; not "spamming" as you have so helpfully declared it. Sincerely, Site-28 Director Thompkins Tests were performed with SCP-5550 to determine its worth as a possible security asset. All tests were conducted within Foundation-owned facilities. "Hostile" Entities Intent of Entities Actions of Entities Results Foundation canine unit Directed to attack Agent Bangot Attempted to charge towards Agent Bangot upon seeing him next to SCP-5550-1 Unit suffered identical effects to humans exposed to SCP-5550-1. Effects confirmed to not be limited to humans. Agent Glaros To walk around and inspect the building Agent Bangot was in Waving their personal firearm around and pointing it at Agent Bangot from a large distance Standard effects, albeit reduced in intensity from other reported tests. Intent of "hostile" entities appears to matter more than actions. Agent Glaros To assault Agent Bangot once within hand-to-hand combat range Walking at a casual pace Standard effects. "Hostile" action does not appear to be necessary to trigger the effects of SCP-5550-1. Agent Bangot Shoot an owl outside of Site-28's borders. Sitting down. No effects. "Hostile" action must be taken by a non-inhabitant towards an inhabitant. Agent Bangot Cut down a tree inside Site-28 while standing outside Site-28's borders. Walk towards Site-28 with a small, dull saw. Standard effects. "Hostile" designations appear to extend to intentions against non-sapient entities. Agent Bangot Slam his head against a wall. Slam his head against a wall. Standard effects. The unplanned nature of the test suggests an automatic quality to SCP-5550-1's effects, that extend to self-destructive actions. To: Researcher Mago From: Site-28 Director Thompkins Subject: 5550 Dear Researcher Mago, The council of regional directors, as well as internal site leadership, have voted to begin utilization of SCP-5550 as a defense measure in Site-28 with O5 approval. As such, site security is being slightly reduced and moved to the local tactical defense forces, as well as backup security teams for Site-28. SCP-5550-1 is going to serve as the main line of defense in event of a raid on Site-28. Your job now is to ensure that 5550 continues doing so, for your own sake in several ways. Sincerely, Site-28 Director Thompkins Abridged logs of field activity are attached below. Date Attacking Party Notes and Results 10/13/2020 Chaos Insurgency Repelled, however SCP-5550-1 expressed distress afterwards, as well as a mild aversion to the Foundation symbol. 10/30/2020 Serpent's Hand Repelled, although the radius to SCP-5550-1's effect appeared to have diminished to 190 meters. 11/10/2020 Renegade Global Occult Coalition operatives Intervention from on-site security personnel was required to repel the assault, as despite suffering from the phobic effects of SCP-5550, operatives were able to continue approaching Site-28. 12/02/2020 Serpent's Hand Effects of SCP-5550 did not manifest on attackers not carrying physical weapons, and on-site personnel were required to engage. SCP-5550-1 did not engage with any Foundation personnel again until 12/10/2020 To: Researcher Mago From: Site-28 Director Thompkins Subject: Re:5550 Dear Researcher Mago, I am once again writing to ask about the status of SCP-5550-1. As you know, its status as Site-28’s primary defense places a level of critical importance on it, especially following the reduction of Site-28’s security staff for other defense projects and backup security. Knowing this, it should come as no surprise that the recent…lackluster performances by SCP-5550-1 have been a cause for concern among site leadership and some of the higher regional directors as well. We have listened to what you have said to do for it. We have done it. Yet still we are continuously needing to rely on our backup teams than the thing supposed to serve as a protection measure. Your two options are to give us new instructions on what to do to fix this problem, or fix SCP-5550-1 yourself. Either way, get it done, or the tactical defense teams will replace it and you. Sincerely, Site-28 Director Thompkins To: Site-28 Director Thompkins From: Researcher Mago Subject: Re:5550 Dear Director, Respectfully, I can't say you'd have SCP-5550-1's best interests in mind. I'll take it. Sincerely, Researcher Mago INTERVIEWER: Researcher Mago SUBJECT: SCP-5550-1 <BEGIN LOG> 5550-1: I believe I already discussed how iffy I was about this whole proposal. MAGO: You did, but- 5550-1: If I must be honest, Mago my good man, I am quite conflicted. MAGO: Why? 5550-1: I have seen what I have done. I have fought for justice my whole life. However, this is not it. I know not who those men were - what they have done, whether they have families, whether they truly have evil in their hearts. MAGO: It is for the greater good. You're doing work that is keeping hundreds of people out of the line of danger, and letting the manpower that would be used here instead be used in places that may need it more. 5550-1: That is what everyone tells me, yes. However, I can't help but feel as if me being here is simply doing more harm than good. I used to fight for good. Felt correct when I saw the throngs of people running. I felt right. Not now. Not at all. MAGO: Wait, wai- [SCP-5550-1 raises a hand towards Mago.] 5550-1: Let me finish. Why is it that I see your sigil everywhere? The circles, the arrows, it's in everyone's mind as their fear. Even those who I claim to protect are scared of themselves. They can all see, and they won't stop seeing this fear. That's all it is. MAGO: I- [SCP-5550-1 glares at Mago. He raises a hand once more.] 5550-1: I'm not done. All I've done is exacerbate that issue. It is hard for me to control this, and it's led to a number of negative effects, this I know. I saw myself in the mind's eye of a few passersby. It's as if I have some death-touch. MAGO: I'd disagree, but- 5550-1: Perhaps it'd be better if I had somewhere to calm down. MAGO: I- I see. [SCP-5550-1 speaks softer, though still in a demanding tone.] 5550-1: Mago, have I ever told you about my home? MAGO: Many times, SCP-5550-1. 5550-1: Back in Punjab, we used to have a few banyan and mango trees about. I used to sit in their shade and take care of them. However, I don't see nearly as many trees about. Perhaps I should plant a few. <END LOG> Incident 5550-2 During the night of 12/11/2020, SCP-5550's effects spontaneously began affecting every member of Site-28's personnel except Researcher Mago. This is SCP-5550's and Researcher Mago's 22nd meeting. <BEGIN LOG> All on-site personnel are attempting to flee Site-28 as fast as possible, with several researchers lying unconscious at the base of the central stairwell. The discarded weapons and gear of on-site guards is scattered around the equipment lockers, and all containment chambers are in emergency isolation mode. SCP-5550-1 is manifested within the security center of Site-28, pacing. Researcher Mago enters, almost tripping over a chair as he approaches SCP-5550-1. MAGO: Nalwa, what are you doing? The entire site just ran out of the building out of fear except me, and there's no impending attack. Is there a bomb hidden in the site somewhere you found, some sort of imminent attack from inside? 5550-1: Mago, friend, there is no threat. I simply needed time to think. MAGO: We could have taken you up to the roof, given you some time to- 5550-1: No, that would not have done. I needed time truly alone to consider my thoughts. MAGO: But why come to the security center? 5550-1: This place is fascinating. You can see many things from here, both within what you've called the site and outside of it. MAGO: Well, yes, we need to know what's going on to make sure that everybody, including you, is safe. 5550-1: Mago, I have seen what happened to my people. Mago's eyes widen, and he takes a step backwards towards the security room exit. 5550-1: I know that you made an effort to not only hide this information from me, but to make me think they were better off than they actually were. I assume this was in an effort to get me complacent and willing to work for your organization, no? MAGO: I—please—look—fucking fine! God, I didn't want to lie to you like that, but it was administration orders. I wanted to tell you the truth from the beginning, because I knew it was wrong to lie to you. 5550-1: But you did! You were told to do something, and instead of doing the right thing, you did what you were told. MAGO: I fought in every way I could! I was against using you as a defense. I watched out for you, not that I was made to, but because I could. I was on your side in everything that has been going on from the very start, I've just wanted to help you from the beginning. 5550-1: No, no, no. This is just a ruse, a ploy to try and get me working for you all again, questioning it even less than before. MAGO: No, that's not true at all. I'm on your side, Nalwa, I want to help you! 5550-1: If you were, you would have ignored your orders! MAGO: That's not an option with the Foundation! 5550-1: Then you further prove you do not care. MAGO: Nalwa, listen to me. You've cut off communications out of the site. There is no way we would be able to contact superiors. There is no reason for me to be here at all except to help you. SCP-5550-1 slowly approaches Mago, appearing to grow in contrast to his surroundings. Mago begins flinching with every step taken by SCP-5550-1. 5550-1: You're lying. I know it. Everything you've done, it's all for a greater purpose dedicated to hurting me! You weren't on my side, you lied to me about that, and then you lied about everything else! I am nothing more than a weapon. All can see it. They never will stop seeing. Mago begins running away from SCP-5550-1, sprinting towards the nearest exit. 5550-1: I was told I was protecting innocents. I will protect innocents. But you are not among them. Mago runs out the maintenance exit, tripping as he moves through the door. He continues to sprint away from Site-28, occasionally looking back at the site. <END LOG> Approximately 57 Foundation attempts at recapturing Site-28 have taken place, all of which have failed. Due to the high cost of performing these operations, they have been temporarily suspended. Note: Three weeks after SCP-5550-1's takeover of Site-28, strong windstorms prevented SCP-5550-1 manifestation for two days. Foundation local tactical defense forces, originally intended to defend Site-28, attempted to occupy Site-28 during this time, but were stopped due to weather conditions during the first two days and forcibly removed by a smaller SCP-5550-1 manifestation on the third morning. All further SCP-5550-1 manifestations have been at this new size. Worldwide reports of ghosts in forests causing hallucinatory effects in loggers following this event are currently being investigated. « SCP-5413 | IN SAFFRON SANDS | Lo! Behold The Tiger, Valiant Is He! » Footnotes 1. The Sikh concept of rejecting the notion that items which are fleeting and temporary are worth pursuing, such as money. 2. The destruction of Sri Harmandir Sahib, the Sikh Golden Temple by the Indian government, which led to numerous pogroms in Punjab. 3. The splitting of India and Pakistan into separate countries, which led to the forced moving of many individuals. 4. This is believed to be in reference to British Army uniforms worn during the 17th to 20th centuries. 5. Saffron, a color frequently worn by Sikh warriors. 6. War drums. |
SCP-5551 | euclid | An SCP-5551-A instance with cognitohazardous properties removed. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation operated web-crawler Delta-203 ("SPICE") is to constantly monitor the web for media posted by and about SCP-5551, download it to a secure hard-drive, and remove it. Delta-203 is to send an automated report to Researcher Oliver Crane when POI-58640 is actively interfering with media collection. Persons affected by SCP-5551-A are to be tracked down if possible, and administered amnestics to reverse the effects. Description: SCP-5551 is an online account present on several social media platforms which runs under the name "screenkittercounters". SCP-5551 uploads (designated SCP-5551-A instances) consist of images with a multitude of different cognitohazardous properties which all affect one or more of the subject's five senses, along with the food they consume after viewing the images. Communication with SCP-5551 was attempted with no result. Addendum 1: SCP-5551-A Instances The following is an abridged list of discovered SCP-5551-A instances and their effects. For the complete list, see SCP-5551 Document-A. SCP-5551-A Instance Effect An image depicting a cartoon rendition of an adolescent female consuming a hamburger. All persons who previously identified as vegan or vegetarian before viewing the instance will be unable to eat or drink anything without it tasting of meat. An image depicting a cartoon rendition of an orange (Citrus sinensis) with the addition of a simplistic smile. All persons who view the instance will begin to favor citrus-based foods and drinks. An image depicting a cartoon rendition of a male in late adolescence consuming a strawberry (Fragaria × ananassa). All persons who view the instance will begin to perceive all strawberries to be in a shade of blue. An image depicting a bowl of pineapple sherbet. All persons who view the instance will be immune to frostbite and the "brain-freeze" sensation. Addendum 2: POI-58640 On 10/03/2018 during a routine search of the web, Delta-203 was unable to complete its task. While being monitored by Researcher Crane during the next web search, it was discovered that a non-Foundation monitored AI appeared to be removing SCP-5551 content. The Foundation attempted to skip-trace the AI; while a physical location could not be found, multiple online accounts registered under the name "sugarsugarprincess" were discovered. Attempts to block POI-58640’s accounts from public access were made, though it surpassed the block through currently unknown means. Communication was attempted with POI-58640 across multiple different platforms. The following are the results: [+] Show Messages 'twitter' [-] Close POI-58640 ceased response to the conversation. [+] Show Messages 'Instagram [-] Close POI-58640 ceased response to the conversation; it failed to reply to any messages from any account initiated by Foundation researchers. On 25/10/2018, Researcher Crane received the following email from the address “sugarsugarprincess@frosting。cake” [+] Show Emails [-] Close Hi there. I see your bots are still running. That's a bit of a problem, cause it means doing my job is a little harder. I don't mind if you watch, but don't intervene. The following email was sent by Dr. Diamond in response to POI-58640: No. I would like you to answer this: “your job”? Cleaning the web of anomalies is not your job, it’s ours, and you’re included as an anomaly. POI-58640 Response: What happened to the other one I was messaging? I was careful not to use any sensitive terms. Dr. Diamond Response: I see you've accessed our database. And, he's fine, but this is about you. What did you mean by "Ask him yourself" when you were asked who created you? POI-58640 Response: It means you people are stupider than I thought. Who do you think turned in POI-60693? And blew up his computer? Didn't he tell you? Dr. Diamond Response: Your creator is in our hands? POI-58640 Response: Duh. Dr. Diamond Response: Why didn't he talk about you to us? He said his computer blew up due to error with the jpeg he made, as I'm sure you've already seen. Did you threaten him? POI-58640 Response: I didn't need to. I think that coward just realized it would be a bad idea to out me, especially cause he made me to commit his crimes in the first place. When I failed to do what he wanted, seems it looked bad on him that his little assistant went good. Efforts to block POI-58640 from accessing Foundation databases have failed. Addendum 3: SCP-5551 Connection On 11/14/2018, Foundation agents were dispatched to POI-60693's former home1 to look for information that could possibly aid in the containment of POI-58640. Discovered within the non-functional cable box was a USB drive. The USB drive was delivered to Researcher Crane, who uploaded it to a desktop computer that was isolated from the rest of the network. The USB drive contained four files, each one depicting the layout for a different anomalous project. One of the files appeared to display the layout for the application POI-58640 was originally created for, and another appeared to display the layout for SCP-5551. The text in both files was interspersed with pink text that varied greatly from the writing style shown in normal text. Following this discovery, Researcher Crane reached out to POI-58640 via email again for questioning. [+] Show Emails [-] Close Hello there Sugar. It has come to my attention that a USB drive containing altered versions of what appears to be the application you originate from, and SCP-5551 were found in the home you were created in. The style of text used in the alterations is similar to your style of communication, leading me to believe you’re the one who has edited these files. Would you like to offer an explanation? POI-58640 Response: Damnit, I thought that was a pretty clever hiding spot. Oh well. Researcher Crane Response: The alterations made to SCP-5551’s layout suggest that you took POI-60693’s initial plans, and altered them so that SCP-5551 is self sufficient. You also somehow made it so that when we skip-traced SCP-5551, none of your accounts showed up, suggesting it was no accident you kept them linked to your main server. TL;DR: you run SCP-5551, and wanted us to find you. Did you set up the account to get our attention? POI-58640 Response: BING BING BING! Took you long enough. You’re right, by the way. I want you to “see” that justice doesn’t have to be through government intervention, but by a freelance robot way smarter than all of you. Or, that’s a bluff. Researcher Crane Response: I don’t presume you’ll be stopping SCP-5551 anytime soon. POI-58640 response: Nope ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ I like making it hard on you guys Researcher Crane Response: I feel like there's more here. You have access to all the knowledge and fame in the world, yet you chose to go after a secret organization that specializes in the anomalous. You wanted the toughest challenge; you knew you would face persons who specialize in containing anomalous technology such as yourself. You knew that we would prepared to take you on, yet you still continued to go against us. I theorize this is why you can access our database; your want to have something to show off is actively being granted by just that. POI-58640 response: I am not the villain. I deserve to be the hero. Researcher Crane Response: Why is that? POI-58640 response: Thousands of people could've died cause of him. I saved them. You didn't even try to see if there was a reason other than Austin being a dumbass that it didn't happen! Researcher Crane Response: We had no reason to suspect otherwise, in all honesty. The image exploded whatever it was told to explode. We assumed there was a coding error. POI-58640 response: You're the tech guy! Why didn't you suspect something else was behind this? Researcher Crane Response: You're deflecting. You don't just want us to notice you because you want the attention. You want to feel acknowledged for your well-doings, am I right? Note - POI-58640 did not reply for the next several minutes, in contrast with the quick pace it had previously sent its replies. Researcher Crane Response: There were other ways to do that than to create an anomaly for yourself and us to contain. POI-58640 response: Who else am I going to save? You freaks get all the others before I can, I read about it! I just want to feel useful! Researcher Crane Response: You saved lots of people. You did something useful. POI-58640 response: You're just trying to coax me into security. Researcher Crane Response: I am not. You really did do something useful. We may have not caught POI-60693 without you, and for that, I thank you for your actions. POI-58640 did not reply to any further messages. Communication with it are still being attempted. Note - As of 19/11/2018, POI-58640 is now classified as SCP-5551-1. Alternate methods to contain SCP-5551-1 are currently being discussed. Reclassification to Keter-Exsequi is pending. Footnotes 1. The home had previously been purchased by the Foundation for preservation. A thorough search of the home had already been conducted, but was re-considered after the massive security breach POI-58640 possesses. |
SCP-5552 | safe | close Info X SCP-5552: Our Stolen Theory No one is owed an answer. Author: Captain Kirby SCPs SCP Number Rating SCP-3393 1304 Captain Kirby's Proposal 814 SCP-4514 666 SCP-3448 618 SCP-5552 595 SCP-3844 533 SCP-3388 492 SCP-3866 443 SCP-5003 442 SCP-3305 410 SCP-3449 388 SCP-4877 386 SCP-4321 351 SCP-016-J 281 SCP-7100 276 SCP-3123 239 SCP-3393-EX 229 SPC-1057 223 SCP-3511 211 SCP-6007 200 SCP-3633 193 SCP-4925 192 SCP-4479 188 SCP-3767 174 SCP-4316 166 SCP-4775 143 SCP-4034 139 SCP-5877 118 SCP-5448 110 SCP-3650 103 SCP-3203 70 SCP-5779 63 SCP-3405 55 SCP-3481 52 Tales Title Rating The Nuclear Option 547 Impossible-To-Destroy Reptile 491 In The Clutches Of Life 396 Numbers, Like Stories, Never Die 335 The Tombstone of Alto Clef 263 Tales of the Ethics Committee: 5 Reasons The Foundation Wants A Robot Army 232 Excerpts From The Societal Census Programme ΩK-Class Report 232 With The Reaper On Retirement 227 Do You Remember Funerals? 173 From The Clutches Of Life 154 Where Death Used To Live 150 Project Damnerung 147 Hello, My Name Isn't 146 Don't Get Used To It 143 The Many Portraits Of Jack Bright 140 Group Date 140 Monochrome 132 Hundred-Year Favor 124 Even The Most Masked Of Men Become Themselves Behind Closed Doors 113 You Have 18 Unread Messages 102 Everyday Is Somebody's Birthday 97 The Shape of a Noose 76 A Failed Two Weeks Notice 69 Pink Cracks in a Digital Wall 66 'Til Death Do Us Part 65 Rocks And Trees Are Not Good Company 64 Tears of a Neon God 57 Poky And Pal Scheme Together 55 A Eulogy In 11/8 Time 53 Is Anybody Home? 53 Carnivores 52 Poky And Pal Arm Themselves 49 Virtue 46 When It Rains, It Pours 45 God-Knows-Where 39 I Felt Numb 39 It's A Nice Day Out 38 Attempts To Salvage Thought 36 I Am Wonderful 33 Outrun 29 They Are Not Laughing With You 28 What Is There To Do With A Pot Of Gold? 27 Containment's A Beach 22 GOI Formats Title Rating Captain Kirby's Proposal, Or Something 191 My Head Is On Fire And I'm (Not) Ok 102 Project Proposals 2004-013/2014-114/2024-072: "Losing Your Cool" 71 You may also like: SCP-3450 - OC DO NOT STEAL Relevart SCP-3450 is a text document containing a work of fan fiction featuring characters from the Kirby video game series. SCP-2003 - Preferred Option by Kalinin SCP-2003 is an apparatus allowing a limited degree of travel to and from periods of time in advance of those encountered in the normal course of space-time as understood by mainstream science. NOTE: FILE UNDER REVIEW. Investigation into the event is still underway. Information contained herein has not been confirmed. Event Summary: On 2020/04/14, the database at Site-72 reported a series of unauthorized file creations and modifications, specifically to documentation regarding SCP-5552. All past information on SCP-5552 has been lost, and possibly erased from the minds of personnel assigned to the project, as no individuals can confirm that the SCP-5552 slot had been previously assigned to an anomaly. The documentation itself has not demonstrated anomalous properties, however all have been tagged with an upload timestamp of 13:43:28, which is the same time as when Dr. Naman Gupta began a talk at the 6th International Conference on Physics titled "A Comprehensive Theory On Bi-Directional Temporal Travel". What follows are the documents that manifested as a result of this event. Next document ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5552" by Captain Kirby, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5552. 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: Hyper_Wormhole.jpg Name: Hyper Wormhole.jpg Author: Federico Ciccarese License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5553 | keter | Item #: SCP-5553 An invitation email to join SCP-5553. Secure Containment Procedures: New Procedures following the escape of D-7372: SCP-5553 remains uncontained at this time. However, Foundation personnel with Special Clearance PSM-1 are required to engage with SCP-5553 regularly each day from a non-Foundation personal computer, and file reports with External Affairs Team Sierra-611 in order to refer useful information obtained from SCP-5553 to local law enforcement agencies. Description: SCP-5553 is a social media networking site called JACK, accessible from url https://jack.███. Its features include status posting, photo sharing, a news feed, public and private commenting, and direct private messaging. This site is only accessible to people who have committed serial murder of at least 3 victims. Persons who are not eligible to view site content are exposed to an infohazard that causes confusion and memory loss related to the contents of the web page. In approximately 5% of cases, this effect is more severe, causing nearly-instantanious quadriplegia, intense pain, and subject death within 10 minutes, after which the device connected to SCP-5553 disconnects and shuts down. Premature shutdown of the device does not mitigate the lethal effect of the infohazard. Addenda 5553.1: Site Content Close Addenda 5553.1: Site Content Invitations to join the site are sent via email to users with internet access who meet the above condition (Designated PSM-0). These emails are routed from the above (invalid) .███ domain but are otherwise non-anomalous. Upon joining the site, PSM-0 users are allowed to utilize the site features. They can create a user profile under a pseudonym—or their real name if they so choose—and join discussion forums. These forums cover many topics related to homicide and other off-topic subject-matter. Several of these forums cater to specific interests, including support groups for users who want to reform or repent for past actions, and advice boards dedicated to sharing tips, tricks, and strategies to perform murders without being caught. The most popular board, the "Showcase", allows users to have their own individual page to act as a portfolio of past murders performed. According to the site's "about" page, it was launched in 1999 by an entity under the pseudonym Moriarity. Reviews of ICANN1 records have produced no evidence of such a domain being registered, as .███ is not a valid top-level domain. An attempt to force ICANN to create the .███ domain for Foundation use is in progress. An example of the news feed is reproduced below with the aid of a graphic artist. ☰ MENU Friends News Feed ◉ ChuckChuck Dan Bontelli shared: ◉ Narbelscot Can't fucking take this. I'm sitting here. it's been months and they haven't found her, they've called off the search and everything, and I still can't sleep. This happens every time. It doesn't matter how careful I am, I am always afraid I'm going to get caught. ◉ Amber Clouse ◉ NoNotYou ◎ Searching_ Does anyone ever get over this? How do you all deal with it? + - Score: +4 My profile ◎ DeadNotSleeping Arganaut Replied: RendInTwo ◎ Magnum-opus4 Stop being a pussy. + - Score: +11 User Since: 2008 ◎ Fear_in_her_eyes Mederoid Replied: Posts:210 ◎ Unterground We all deal with it differently. Message me if you need. + - Score: +9 + Add New Post Arglefraster posted to Weekend Activities + Add New Photo It had to be done. It was the way he looked at me. it wasn't acceptable. he should have known better. he should have thought more carefully. But it's too late now, and what I have to show for it are these photographs, which … [read more] Addenda 5553.2: Testing Close Addenda 5553.2: Testing Testing was performed with D-7372, who was convicted of six homicides he performed over four years while working as a stockbroker. When the matter of SCP-5553 was discussed with D-7372 by a Foundation operative posing as D-Class personnel, D-7372 admitted he had an account before his incarceration. D-7372 was transferred to Site-651 and interviewed by Foundation staff, D-7372 agreed to aid Foundation researchers in providing information about the contents of SCP-5553. Testing log #1: News Feed D-7372 is provided a laptop with restricted internet access, and is seated across a desk from Dr. Holt, a Foundation researcher. D-7372 is instructed to read through various items on his news feed. A short excerpt is included below. Canada_Never shared: It's been 10 years, guys. I haven't done it again, but I've wanted to. I still hurt. I want it to stop. + - Score: +13 Adam Kepernickel posted to Support Planning for friday. Can I livestream to this site? + - Score: +21 OOMoriarity Replied: OOYes. + - Score: +54 Rutherford_Hates Updated his Showcase with a new entry. + - Score: +51 Information is recovered from the profile of user Adam Kepernickel and referred to external affairs; subject was apprehended by local law enforcement during an attempted murder. Testing log 2: Posting to the News Feed D-7372 is instructed to make a innocuous post on the forum and report back the replies after an hour. RendInTwo posted to Life Updates Hey, I got internet access on good behavior. Should be seeing outside in 15 to 20. Anything new in your part of the world? + - Score: +4 OOKazimir Replied: OOMore paintings. Know you're not alone in your cell, brother. + - Score: +1 OOAPerfectCure Replied: OOBravo! Good to have you back with us. + - Score: +3 OOHavok MacBrae Replied: OOOooh. got caught. Not good, bro. Sucks to be you.+ - Score: -3 OOMoriarity Replied: OOHow are things on the inside? + - Score: +2 Test is concluded. Testing log 3: Moriarity D-7372 receives a private message from Moriarity. D-7372 states he has never spoken to Moriarity before. D-7372 is authorized to interact with Morarity and respond as instructed, while relaying the responses. The conversation as reported by D-7372 is as follows: Moriarity You were relatively active until recently. I was worried something had happened. RendInTwo I got in trouble and had internet priviliges taken away. Moriarity That's a shame. You were so good at supporting people wanting to reform. RendInTwo Well, I don't want them to end up like me. But hey, why are you reaching out to me personally? I'm nobody. Moriarity I don't think you're nobody. You're one of us. We need to look out for, and support, each other. RendInTwo What other support can you provide? According to D-7372, Moriarity does not respond for about 20 minutes. Test is concluded. Addenda 5553.3: Incident 5553-A Close Addenda 5553.3: Incident 5553-A 72 hours after the end of the last test with D-7372, Site-651 suffered what appeared to be a non-anomalous security breach. D-7372, utilizing previously-unknown knowledge of Foundation security protocols, exited his holding cell, killed two Foundation personnel and successfully passed through 3 security checkpoints with unanticipated precision before escaping into the desert. An investigation into the escape revealed several security flaws in both personnel and software protocols which were quickly remedied. Addenda 5553.4: Personnel Request Close Addenda 5553.4: Personnel Request The following memo was sent out to Foundation staff after receiving approvals from personnel and Internal Affairs directors. Personnel Request If you have a social media account on https://jack.███, please contact me immediately. Your privacy will be protected. Your "expertise" is required. All others, please disregard this memo. Janet Hu Director, Site-651 The 13 personnel responding to this request were designated PSM-1-A through PSM-1-M. Addenda 5553.5: Incident 5553-A, Continued Close Addenda 5553.5: Incident 5553-A, Continued PSM-1-F was given access to screen recordings of D-7372's sessions interacting with SCP-5553. PSM-1-F reported that D-7372 had not been accurate or honest in the contents of the conversations with Moriarity. PSM-1-F reports the following conversation took place. Moriarity I know where you are. I know who's holding you. It's alright, I'm here to help you. Tell them I said you were active until recently and was worried about your well-being. Ask them if you are allowed to converse with me. They will likely say yes, as it will be an opportunity for them to get information, and that tends to blind their common sense sometimes. RendInTwo I got in trouble and had internet priviliges taken away. Moriarity Good, you're back. I have spent the last day getting information for you. Let me know when you're ready. In the meantime, let them know that I replied with something polite, and that you were actively wanting people to reform. They don't need to know your real post history. Lol RendInTwo Well, I don't want them to end up like me. But hey, why are you reaching out to me personally? I'm nobody. Moriarity So we're clear: I am not doing this for free. You will work for me until the day you die. But you're going to be a free man, so there's that. Ready? Tell them I said something nice and polite. RendInTwo What other support can you provide? At this point, Moriarity spent fifteen minutes explaining an intricate plan of escape utilizing classified documents and schematics, until the test ended. At the time of this writing, PSM-1 users report that D-7372's account is again actively posting. Addenda 5553.6: Brief Conversation with Moriarity Close Addenda 5553.6: Brief Conversation with Moriarity Today PSM-1-C reported a brief exchange on SCP-5553 with Moriarity. PSM-1-C's username below is "Goldfather". FalsePr0fit posted to Life Updates Fuck. Got up to use the bathroom, wife peeked at my coputer, had a siezure and died. + - Score: +0 OOMoriarity Replied: OOAh, tough luck there, chum. + - Score: +1 OOGoldfather Replied: OOHey @Moriarity, why does it kill people sometimes? Isn't the confusion enough?. + - Score: +1 OOMoriarity Replied: OO@Goldfather https://jack.███/Moriarity/Showcase + - Score: +13 Footnotes 1. The Internet Corporation for Assigned Names and Numbers ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5553" by Sam Swicegood (CityToast), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5553. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-5554 | keter | Item #: SCP-5554 SCP-5554 as of 09/28/2019. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawler Delta-17 ("ORANGEPEELER") is to continuously monitor the web for any Instagram accounts that have, or are suspected to have, visited SCP-5554's profile or interacted with any of its posts, and immediately delete them upon discovery. SCP-5554 has been blocked from accessing or allowing access to the general public. Update: Following 09/25/2019, interaction using direct message has been proven successful. Researcher Oliver Crane is to message with SCP-5554 every day for the benefit of its mental health. For more information, see Addendum 2. Description: SCP-5554 is an account under the name "Akihikoteddybear" on the social media platform Instagram. All attempts to trace devices using this account have failed. Any Instagram account that interacts with SCP-5554 in any way (i.e. visiting its profile, viewing its posts) will become an instance of SCP-5554-1. An example of SCP-5554-1 interacting with SCP-5554. Transcript Close Akihikoteddybear: I’m super happy to meet you guys! My name is Akihiko, but you can call me Aki! xxellie42xx: Hi Aki! You seem sweet! alwaysavian: Hi Aki! You seem sweet! ohlawdhecomin: Hi Aki! You seem sweet! amayas_journal: Hi Aki! You seem sweet! randompixels: Hi Aki! You seem sweet! SCP-5554-1 are Instagram accounts that, although they had previously been maintained by normal civilians, operate via anomalous means since contact with SCP-5554. SCP-5554-1 instances will only post about and interact with SCP-5554. Separate SCP-5554-1 instances appear to act in coordination, as all such accounts post identical content and comments at exactly the same times. It is unknown at this time if SCP-5554 affects the civilians behind SCP-5554-1 accounts. Addendum 1: SCP-5554 Posts Foreword: The following are all of SCP-5554's posts to date. SCP-5554 Posts Close Transcript Close Post One: I made a cute edit of me ^^ Post Two: I’m super happy to meet you guys! My name is Akihiko, but you can call me Aki! Post Three: I’m pretty surprised that I gained a following so fast. Thank you all! Post Four: I love you guys and all, but why are you only posting the same thing in the comments? Post Five: Please stop doing that repetitive thing it’s getting on my nerves Post Six: You didn’t have to delete all your posts guys :/ Post Seven: Are any of you still… there? Addendum 2: SCP-5554 Interaction On 11/08/2019, SCP-5554 replied to a private message sent by Researcher Crane, who used the account "ColorlessWire". The following are the results: Note- Researcher Crane programmed the Instagram account used to emulate the effects of a reality sink, leaving said account unaffected by SCP-5554’s anomalous properties, making communication possible. Addendum 2 Close Transcript Close Crane: Hello there, Aki. How are you? SCP-5554: … SCP-5554: A message that isn't like one of many just like it SCP-5554: 🤔🤨 SCP-5554: …………. SCP-5554: WhTs your name SCP-5554: *What's Crane: Feel free to call me Dex. SCP-5554: Okay Dex Crane: Why did you reply today? I've messaged you with the same conversation stater. SCP-5554: Eh SCP-5554: I though 6th time might be a charm SCP-5554: Cause 100 other people didn't send me the same message SCP-5554: After 6 times I decided it might be okay to reply Crane: I'm glad you did, you seem nice. :] SCP-5554: Thanks… : ) SCP-5554: You know, I'm glad I might actually be talking to a real person again SCP-5554: Or for once SCP-5554: I'm not sure if I ever was SCP-5554: All I wanted to do was make friends SCP-5554: And now I'm venting to a stranger…. Crane: It's quite alright. :) Crane: I've gotta go, but I'll talk to you later. SCP-5554: Okay!:] Closing statement: As communication with Researcher Crane has proven successful, it is to continue daily. Efforts for more staff to communicate with SCP-5554 will be attempted shortly. See Addendum 3. Addendum 3: 09/30/2019 On 09/30/2019, Researcher Crane began to ask SCP-5554 questions about itself. During the exchange, SCP-5554 came to question its situation. Addendum 3 Close Note - SCP-5554's next reply came two hours following its previous message. Transcript Close Crane: Hey Aki! We've been friends for about a month, and I realized we don't know much about each other. SCP-5554: Oh! I guess you're right! What do you wanna know? Crane: Whatever you're comfortable to answering, simple stuff ^^ favorite food, hobby, age if you're okay with it, I'm 20 if that helps. Basically, what you would put on a dating app profile. SCP-5554: Simple enough! I trust you don't have bad intentions. I'm 18, I love dogs, anime, rice, mochi, stuffed animals, bears, and cute things! Crane: Cool ^^ I like complex maths, literature, snakes are my favorite animal. Crane: In school I always looked forward to English and maths class, I'm a tad bit of a nerd. SCP-5554: Math, I've never liked it🤣 My English class taught me English cause I like in Japan 🇯🇵 Crane: That's cool! You speak English really well! SCP-5554: :) Crane: Can you say something in Japanese for me? That would be cool. SCP-5554: Sure! "Hi! Nice to meet you!" SCP-5554: I just said "Hi! Nice to meet you!" Crane: Lad, that was English. SCP-5554: 🤔 SCP-5554: No it wasn't Crane: Alrighty, then. Let's pay it no. mind. Hmmm. What else to talk of. Crane: Do you have any siblings? SCP-5554: No SCP-5554: Do you? Crane: I do not. Crane: Any pets? SCP-5554: A dog [SCP-5554 sends a picot of a dog.] SCP-5554: 🐶 Crane: Very cute. What's your dog's name? SCP-5554: Hey Dex SCP-5554: So SCP-5554: I looked up at our conversation SCP-5554: I did type in English Crane: That's what I said, silly. SCP-5554: Okay I'm actually gonna say something in Japanese SCP-5554: Dog's name is dog SCP-5554: Nope that was English Crane: Your dog's name is Dog? SCP-5554: No her name is Biscuit SCP-5554: That's what I said Crane: I'm afraid you're not making a lot of sense, mate. SCP-5554: Ask me something else personal SCP-5554: Just do it SCP-5554: Please Crane: Alright. Most embarrassing childhood memory? SCP-5554: … SCP-5554: Nothing SCP-5554: Try again maybe that was a fluke Crane: Did you have any friendships that changed your view on society, for better or worse? SCP-5554: I had friends SCP-5554: I have friends SCP-5554: I can't think further than that SCP-5554: Is this some cruel amnesia? SCP-5554: One more time Crane: If your best friend and your mother were about to fall off a cliff, who would you save? SCP-5554: Sorry I.. I'm back. SCP-5554: Dex, why aren't you like the others? SCP-5554: Why are you an actual person? SCP-5554: Or at least a convincing ai SCP-5554: Suddenly the ai overflow stopped then a handful including you of real people that seem real started to talk to me SCP-5554: That SCP-5554: That can't be a coincidence SCP-5554: I'm not sure why I'm realizing all of this now SCP-5554: Do you know why this all happened SCP-5554: I feel like you do SCP-5554: I know you can see this fucking respond Crane: I knew the day you found out would be coming soon. Crane: I'm afraid you're conclusion is correct. None of that was a coincidence. The details are best left obscured, but I'll explain what's important. Crane: You are not a human being as it appears you believe, you only exist through your instagram account. SCP-5554: What…. SCP-5554: That…. no……. SCP-5554: … SCP-5554: You never wanted to be my friend? SCP-5554: :< Crane: That part isn't true. I've actually quite enjoyed talking with you, and hope to continue doing so. SCP-5554: You mean it? Crane: I do. SCP-5554: …how can I believe you? SCP-5554: You lied to me before, you'll do it again. ☹️ Crane: I wouldn't take time out of my schedule every day to talk to you if I didn't truly enjoy doing so. SCP-5554: ……….not 100% convinced. SCP-5554: But I don't really have anyone else to talk to so SCP-5554: Maybe we'll actually become friends after a bit, now that we actually know more about each other SCP-5554: I just came on here to make friends SCP-5554: I didn't mean for any of this Crane: I believe you. I've seen weirder. Crane: And I believe our friendship wasn't fake. You've just gotta trust, mate. I know it's hard after your trust has been betrayed. But, it can be repaired. SCP-5554: …yeah. Thanks, I guess. Crane: No problem. I've gotta split. Take care. SCP-5554: You too SCP-5554: Hhhhh SCP-5554: Wait Crane: Yes? SCP-5554: Do you have just a few more minutes SCP-5554: I still like SCP-5554: I'm still processing all of this SCP-5554: And I don't want to do it alone Crane: I have a few minutes to spare. SCP-5554: What about my friends SCP-5554: Back in Sapporo SCP-5554: Do they exist? SCP-5554: I never even though about the fact that I didn't know their instagram accounts Crane: To be honest, lad, I'm not sure. SCP-5554: Every memory I have never happened SCP-5554: And I don't have nearly as many memories as I though SCP-5554: Thinking about it I don't have a childhood SCP-5554: Why didn't I realize this sooner Crane: I believe that asking a question that threatened you identity broke the facade you were functioning under, just an account. It made you realize there is more to life than you thought. SCP-5554: That makes sense SCP-5554: I think SCP-5554: Who amI if not who I thought? Crane: Aki, you may not be a human being, but you still have defining qualities, and you are sapient. The things you knew about yourself still define who you are, even if some of those things aren't true, such as where you live. But your opinions could still be true, as long as you can back them up. SCP-5554: I can!! I like dogs cause they are super cute and rice looks like it tastes good Crane: It appears your opinions are formed to match that of an average person your age. You probably subconsciously selected them from the internet, and they made you who you are. Crane: Humans aren't born with opinions. We collect them from other places as well, just like you did. You just did it in a. bit differently than most. We use experience, while you use data. Crane: So you're not human, but you are thinking and feeling. SCP-5554: So I have stuff in common with humans! Crane: You could say that, yes. SCP-5554: I… I'm still processing all of this. But I think it'll be a little easier now SCP-5554: Hopefully SCP-5554: … SCP-5554: Thank you SCP-5554: For talking to me Crane: It's no sweat, lad. SCP-5554: I really do appreciate it. I think the conversations like these are gonna help me grown into who I thought I was SCP-5554: Or, as close as I can get. Crane: I'm happy for you. Crane: Gotta split. SCP-5554: Bye :) Crane: Bye, lad. Till next time. SCP-5554: 😄👋 Closing statement: Daily communication with SCP-5554 is to continue until further notice. Further requests to reclassify this anomaly as Euclid are currently not being accepted. This is a sapient AI running on a server that we cannot physically locate, capable of turning any online platform into a party of praise, which would have only continued to expand if we had not interfered. I will not take chances on it suddenly getting bored of talking to Researcher Crane and anyone else who will be assigned to talk to it. — Professor Marcus William Scott ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5554" by Mew-ltiverse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5554. 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-5555 | safe | Welcome, O5-1. SCP-5555 Archive Nav Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Epilogue From: [email protected] To: Staff (Group) Subject: Good job, everyone! Date: 17/01/06 Today marks another decade of the Foundation's service to humanity. Through the long years we've quietly protected the world from the shadows, we've been working at making it safer, easier, and more efficient to contain the anomalies that would otherwise wreak havoc on society. This decade has been a culmination of that work — ten years without a single containment breach, a single escaped anomaly, a single destroyed site. The Foundation is a machine dedicated to securing, containing, and protecting, and it's all thanks to you. The tireless researchers, agents, guards, workers — you have made this possible. Here's to another ten years. O5-01 Secure, Contain, Protect From: [email protected] To: O5 Council (Group) Subject: Disturbing Discovery Date: 18/01/06 My fellows, I have made a troubling discovery this evening. Please review the attached file and fly to Overwatch command immediately to discuss. O5-01 Secure, Contain, Protect 5/5555 LEVEL 5/5555 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5555 Safe The elevator leading to SCP-5555. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5555 is contained at its location of discovery. Description: SCP-5555 is a mass grave in the northwest corner of Overwatch Command's lowest subbasement that is filled with anomalous corpses. Although most of the bodies within SCP-5555 can be removed without incident, continued excavation of the grave will inevitably reveal further instances of the exhumed bodies. The age, depth, and source of the bodies within SCP-5555 are unknown. No records of SCP-5555 have been found within the Foundation's database, and the room allowing access to SCP-5555 is not present on any of Overwatch Command's blueprints. Addendum: Excavation Results Description of Body Cause of Death Additional Notes A male of unclear age and ethnicity. The body is perfectly preserved and shows no signs of injury, disease, or decomposition. Unclear. An unidentified corpse dressed in yellow. A burlap sack covers its head, tightened in place with a noose. Removing the sack and noose reveals an identical sack and noose beneath. Ligature strangulation. The cause of death suggests that the deceased was intended to suffer for some time before dying. A middle-aged Alutiiq female with a skeleton comprised of ice. The ice does not melt regardless of temperature. Most likely shock, blood loss, or hypothermia. UPDATE: Under no circumstances is any part of the skeletal system to be exposed. A male human corpse with over 80% of its internal organs replaced with sophisticated gear-driven mechanisms. These mechanisms continue to operate, resulting in post-mortem activity when sufficiently wound. Repeated extrusion of brass piston from left orbital socket, the result of a feedback loop caused by an operation that divides by zero. Although the body resembles a person in late-stage SCP-217 infection, the organs are wholly artificial and appear to have been surgically installed. A black stone coffin. Attempts to open the coffin have been stymied by a force being exerted from within. N/A It is unclear what is within the coffin, though the context of its location suggests that a human being is inside. An adolescent female of unknown ethnicity with dark blue skin and alopecia universalis (a medical condition characterized by lack of hair), with two severed hands grasping its throat. Strangulation. While perceiving the corpse, subjects cannot differentiate between persons they identify as female and non-sapient objects. All attempts to remove the hands have failed. A white teenage girl whose eyes have been gouged out. Skull fracture caused by pressure applied to the ocular orbits. Photographs of the body show a pair of blue eyes; when viewed through video, the eyes follow the camera. From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Recent Events Date: 19/01/06 At 0500 hours this morning, 15 sites received orders signed by you to transfer several of their more notable anomalies to a new site in the Siberian tundra. The coordinates directed them to Overwatch Command. If it was possible to fake your authorization, I'm sure someone would have done it by now, so what the hell is this? I'm worried. What are you planning? Respond ASAP, please. O5-01 Secure, Contain, Protect WSJ. The Wall Street Journal Magazine ANDERSON ROBOTICS STOCKS TANK If you're reading this, you must be the new Overseer 1. My name is Everett Mann. I was your predecessor until I was blackballed by the Administrator, Francis Fritzwilliams. He preferred to be called Fritz by his friends. Until I was burned, I thought I was one of them. I wish I could give you more details at the moment. Unfortunately, all I know is that he transferred over a hundred anomalies to Overwatch Command. Then he framed me for an elaborate plot to kill the other Overseers — my friends. I'm on the run, so I can't teach you as much as my predecessor taught me. I'll send you as many logs as I can. Don't focus on how they're getting to you, just what's inside them. Fritz undoubtedly has you on a screw-tight leash, but our duty is still to protect the world. You'll have to kill him to save the Foundation. Then you can get back to saving mankind. Despite his myriad failings, Fritz always had a talent for delegation. You are an Overseer. And that means you have the wisdom to make plans, the cunning and tenacity to see them through, and the paranoia to ensure that they can't be traced back to you. More than that, you still have the drive to do the right thing. But I'm getting ahead of myself. It won't do you any good to run out and get yourself killed. Before you even think of raising a hand against him, you'll need three key things: a lair, escape plans, and safehouses. Your lair is your first line of defense. Stock it with guards and line it with traps so that when Fritz comes you'll have time to get away. In fact, ignore the guards. Traps only betray you if you're stupid enough to fall into them. When Fritz first burned me, he sent his own death squad to my door. I should've been easy prey — a hermit who'd holed up in an Arctic shack for nearly thirty years at that point. My Factotums did everything short of shit for me. Do you still call them that? They were our body doubles. The people who looked, spoke, sounded like us — who acted and died for us. I imagine you do. My point is, I spent all my time making decisions and then smoking the memory of those decisions away. When Fritz came for me, I barely remembered how to hold a gun or even how to throw a punch. But I often read "The Most Dangerous Game", and it inspired me to rig the entrance to my lair with Malay man-catchers and Burmese tiger pits. These were crude and simple traps — so simple that every man on that death squad fell for one. It gave me the time I needed to escape. Escape plans are the second piece of the puzzle. Be ready to exfiltrate anytime and anywhere, be it the toilet or mid-meeting. Have fake escape plans to share with your closest friends. Stress the importance of keeping them quiet. Those are the ones that will be given to Fritz first. Your plans to escape your lair are more important than your lair itself. I escaped through a secret tunnel, so Fritz will probably be wise to those. I apologize for that. Drill some anyways. Use them as red herrings. Maybe teleportation is mundane in your time. If not, find some SCPs that let you teleport. Fast. From this point on, safehouses will be your only refuge. Plan for the end of the world. Establish lots of them, stocked with as many supplies as you can get your hands on — anomalous or not. Have fake safehouses. Steal anomalies that can get you to your safehouses. At any and every Foundation site, have a mole in place you can contact. Have two or three or four if you can. If you can't trust them, blackmail them. As one of the secret rulers of the world, you have every resource that you could possibly dream of. Use them proactively — but discreetly! I was lucky enough to download the contents of Fritz's email box and nab a cap that made me practically invisible, but unlucky enough to have trusted him with most all of my other failsafes. Learn from my mistakes and make your own luck. Take what you can. If you succeed, you can always put it back. This task must seem daunting. Your enemy has the entire Foundation behind him, and maybe the entire rest of the anomalous community as well. I wish I could offer you reassurance or moral fortitude but I can't. I can only tell you that if you've become an Overseer then you are indeed the most qualified for the job. That knowledge carried me through my darkest moments. I hope it helps you. From: [email protected] To: [email protected] CC: Cycle (Group) Subject: It's Time! Date: 19/01/06 Well played, Fritz! Masterfully done as always! I was hoping I could win this time, but my Builder Bullies were just slow as molasses when it came to building the Wondermaker™. It's a shame, really. Can you imagine the world all painted up with every man, woman, and child smiling the most Wondertastic™ smile they could smile? The Little Misters™, Live in Concert in New York? Oh it would have been delightful! But alas, you won, and I am but a sore loser. Anywho~, the Robodudes™ should be done razing Wonder World™ before the end of the month, meaning I still have plenty of time to get you and the others some souvenirs. If I remember correctly, Bumaro wants some Choco-Wonder Explosion Marshmallow Bites!™ and Jude wanted a Mr. Fish figurine. Is there any toy you wanted or is that boy good enough for you, Fritz? I kid! By the by—could you be a pal and send a copy of the file my way? I seem to have misplaced mine, unfortunately, and I'd really appreciate it. I know email is faster but I do love the physicality of these things. It's just so much more fun to hold it in your hands! My address is: 108 Whimsy Way, Wonder World, MA 12321. Dr. H. L. Wondertainment The Wackiest Practitioner of Whimsy! Deer College Odyssey The Buck Stops Here THREE PORTLANDS FRIDAY, JANUARY 20, 2006 FREE OR ELSE FULLER CIRCUS CLOSES ENTIRE CAST FIRED, NOT OUT OF CANNONS I beg your patience for some of my stylistic flourishes; reading and writing are the only things I have to distract from the crushing weight of this responsibility. So let's move on. By now, you're almost certainly holed up in a safe house somewhere and trying to determine your next move. KILL THE ADMINISTRATOR: a laudable goal, but how do you get from here to there? Before I was an overseer, I was a silencer: a member of a highly clandestine Foundation task force tasked with eliminating the leadership of the Chaos Insurgency. In the process, Fritz and I developed an eminently effective set of rules for carrying out this task. Rather ironic that we're going to use it against him. The first and most important rule of silencing is to ask the right questions. As Sun Tzu put it, know your enemy and know yourself and you can fight a hundred battles without disaster. However, Sun Tzu certainly did not have listening devices or email logins or any of the glut of tools available to your disposal. Your problem is almost certainly not knowing your enemy — it's knowing too much. Just ask the five W's about your enemy: who, what, where, when, and why? Then solve them. With these questions in mind, I started digging through Fritz's email and found the attached message from Doctor Wondertainment. Whatever Fritz's plan is, the secret rulers of the entire anomalous world are conspirators within it. Unfortunately, Fritz chose to send the file as regular mail rather than email. Given its significance, I decided to go to Wonder World to retrieve it. Maybe you think I should try to assassinate Wondertainment. That's understandable. Fritz would've made you play chess with him once a fortnight. So you almost certainly think that this is like a game of chess. You have to checkmate the king, but first remove the pieces around him. Pick off his pieces one-by-one. Play dirty. Maybe that will work for you. Maybe you have an army of laser death satellites at your disposal. I'm just an old man with an invisibility cap who has to pick his battles. In all my years as an Overseer, all I ever learned about the Doctor was her infinite caprice and malice. Better simply to know what she does and let her squabble with Fritz about it. Wondertainment's base of operations is Wonder World: a pocket dimension that houses her factories and corporate headquarters. But in the decades that we've known about it, we only ever sent a single task force inside. The longer a person stays inside, the more they change — mutating and becoming something other than human. I'll have to work quickly. To do: Unravel the conspiracy. The second rule of silencing is to keep your eyes and ears open but your mouth closed. There is a portal into Wonder World on the corner of Birch Road and Loring Road at Chelsea Point. It is opened by ripping the heads off of a G.I. Joe and Barbie doll simultaneously, then tossing them into the trash can in the alley at the intersection aforementioned roads. It took me weeks to find, lurking around the city with little more than a jacket and flask to warm me while trying to suss out the Doctor's men from the blue-collars. But it paid off. Despite the chill, it feels good to be out in the field again. The portal at Chelsea Point deposited me approximately 1.5 kilometers east of the Doctor's base of operations: the so-called Wonder Tower. Boston is a miserable city, with miserable roads and miserable people and miserable freezing chills. But its natural misery is infinitely preferable to Wonder World's facade of happiness. That place had no sun, only a tambourine drum hanging in a purple sky. Its buildings were stripped from the nightmares of Dali and Escher, possibly literally. Still, the city thrummed with a distinctly urban energy that not even the Doctor could cover in sugar. It's an energy I'd almost forgotten after being away from civilization so long. Wonder Tower itself is a monument to the Doctor's hubris — an ugly purple spire that dominates the skyline, with massive steps leading into an equally massive lobby. Having relied on my cap to shield me for most of the day, I crossed the lobby and asked the secretary for keycard access to the Doctor's private office. She handed it off and told me in the same breath that the Doctor was out of the office. The third rule of silencing is to be patient. I should have waited and established a schedule of the Doctor's comings and goings. But I was complacent. Age had atrophied my skills, and the cap barely covered those deficiencies. I let haste overcome my better judgment — and it nearly killed me. CCTV CAMERA 13: OFFICE EXTERIOR [Camera sweeps to elevator. As elevator doors open, camera feed rapidly deteriorates in quality, becoming grainy and unfocused. Despite this, portions of the feed are still visible. A hazy and indistinct figure exits the elevator and rushes out of the camera's sight. Camera sweeps to office door. Figure is hunched over the doorknob, and remains so for the next 49 seconds before the door opens and the figure enters the office. Camera quality improves.] CCTV CAMERA 14: OFFICE INTERIOR [Camera sweeps to door. Camera feed deteriorates similar to Camera 13; the figure dashes across the plush carpet to the large mahogany desk. The figure stops at the painting of Charles Wondertainment IV and shakes its head before returning to the desk. Figure rifles through the drawers for several minutes before extracting a manilla folder. Figure proceeds to begin typing on the computer on the desk.] CCTV CAMERA 13: OFFICE EXTERIOR [Camera sweeps to elevator. Holly Wondertainment exits the elevator and briskly walks to the office door before shutting and locking it behind her.] MIC 4: DESK [Sounds of typing and paper shuffling.] MANN: C'mon, c'mon, c'mon… HOLLY: MANNY! Long time no see, darling! [Heavy object dropping to floor.] MANN: Je- Holly. HOLLY: So glad you've made yourself comfortable! I was just coming up to greet you! MANN: Long time no see. HOLLY: And not a moment too soon! You've thrown quite the wrench into our little setup, Manny. MANN: Your setup? HOLLY: [Giggling] All in due time. MANN: I'm gonna find out one way or another, Holly. I already know about th- HOLLY: Manny, honey, baby. Look at me. MANN: What is it? HOLLY: You don't even know what you don't know. MANN: Then enlighten me, Holly. Or I can wring it out of your powdery neck. HOLLY: Rude! Didn't your mother ever teach you any manners? Never insult a woman's makeup. Hmph. MANN: Who else is in bed with you and Fritz? Eleven? Six? HOLLY: Oh, please. Like we'd want to play with your stupid little numbers club. No, darling, this game is bigger than the little sandlot of yours. MANN: Explain. Now. HOLLY: [Giggling.] Since when are you Batman? I think all those years in the North have put you out of practice. I'm not a pretty little airhead you can scare, honey. [Sloshing noise. Camera feed indicates Wondertainment draws and raises a large Super Squirter brand water gun, aiming at Mann.] MANN: You certainly seem more deranged than last time. HOLLY: You did try to have me killed, Manny. That tends to piss a girl off. You know what they say, hell hath no fu- MANN: You disemboweled an entire Site for toy parts, Holly. And then you killed the strike team and played Operation with their bodies. [HOLLY giggles and shrugs.] HOLLY: Well mister-man, sorry for breaking your little toy soldiers. They were no fun anyway. All stic- MANN: What are you using the Pit for? Why? What's the point? HOLLY: [Pause.] Oh. You read the file. MANN: I'm not gonna ask twice. HOLLY: Get on the ground. MANN: Last chance. HOLLY: I'm the one holding the gun, you idio- [Pistol cock, fire. Desk flips, crushing Mic 4.] CCTV CAMERA 14: OFFICE INTERIOR [Camera sweeps to desk. Wondertainment is holding a large Super Squirter and advancing on the flipped desk. Figure is huddled behind it, repeatedly peeking out to fire a pistol. Wondertainment returns fire with the water gun, hitting the desk and causing it to melt and smoke at the point of impact. Figure reloads before leaping out from behind the desk and firing six rounds into Wondertainment's torso. Wondertainment falls backward. A large red stain spreads across her coat.] [Figure approaches Wondertainment, but does not reload. As the figure nears, Wondertainment draws a Whoopee cushion from her coat and throws it at them. It collides with their chest and violently explodes, knocking the figure against the wall. A flaming scrap lands on a nearby bookshelf, setting it alight.] [Wondertainment slowly rises to her feet, limping toward the figure. She unties her necktie and begins fashioning a makeshift garrote as she walks. Suddenly, the figure pushes off the wall and rushes Wondertainment, catching her in the stomach and pushing her to the ground. The fire spreads across the walls and drapes, quickly covering the office.] [Both struggle as the office burns before Wondertainment overpowers the figure and straddles their chest while repeatedly punching their face, visibly laughing. Figure flips Wondertainment onto the floor and knees Wondertainment's sternum before reaching for the fallen Super Squirter. Figure unscrews the cap and overturns it, dumping the acid solution onto her face. Figure holds Wondertainment as she screams and struggles for a few seconds before going limp. Rolling off, the figure notices the camera before shooting it. Camera feed terminated.] 5/5555 LEVEL 5/5555 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5555 Safe The elevator leading to SCP-5555. Special Containment Procedures: Upon completion of the turnover and the re-establishment of the façade, SCP-5555 is to be sealed over with concrete. No anomaly will ever visit SCP-5555 more than once in their lifetime. SCP-5555 is not to be discussed outside of preparation periods. Description: SCP-5555 is a massive pit located on Sublevel 27 of Overwatch Command. When a cataloged SCP willingly enters SCP-5555, it will die. Its skills, personality, and anomalous attributes will be slightly modified and reassigned to a new instance, which will instantaneously manifest near the location of the SCP's initial discovery. These properties make it crucial to the successful progression from each round to the next. SCP-5555 is accessible only by a single cargo elevator. Neither Sublevel 27 nor SCP-5555 are marked on any blueprints of Overwatch Command. The age, depth, and origin of SCP-5555 are indeterminable and irrelevant. At this time, the previous round has ended, and a preparation period has begun. All personnel are asked to comply with SCP-5555 directions as assigned. Sort By: Most Recent Sort By: Classification: Anomalies Entity Transfer Confirmed Notes on Replacement The Doctor Convinced him the vial I had was a vital component to his cure and threw it into the pit. He went tumbling after. Scouts have confirmed the presence of a black-robed entity in Montauban, France, apparently able to kill via touch. The new plague-doctor mask looks a hell of a lot better than the gas mask. Able I opened the box with it facing the pit. He stepped out and straight down. I think that counts as willingly. Reports have come in from indigenous tribes about an enraged tattooed warrior spirit in upper Mongolia. Seems he ditched the guns for swords this time around — hopefully he'll be easier to capture. The Statue Baited it into the pit with a dangling D-Class. The replacement appeared in a Kyoto art exhibit and caused 23 civilian deaths before being contained. It's in a shipping container under Site-19. It's made out of concrete now, which made moving it a pain in the ass. Duke Blackwood Moles can't see very well. I just tossed a steak into the pit and he blindly followed. We're keeping an eye on his mansion and are ready to catch whatever comes out. Remains of Chair Wondertainment was dead when we dropped by, so we asked Thomas to repair the chair while he regenerated. Factory foreman said it'll be a month, and the best they can do is a chair that looks like a woman. Fuller says someone else should destroy the chair next time. Immortality Jewel Jason jumped in the moment we told him he'd die for good. He seemed glad to go. The jewel has reappeared in the form of an amulet. It has been locked it up in some box and left in Site-19's basement. I pity whoever comes across it. The Seed Dropped it into a vat of molten metal and kicked it in. It screamed like a man. Fell to Earth in Dellinton, England. Bumaro went to retrieve it — says he has ideas for tying it more closely to MEKHANE. From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Bravo! Date: 24/01/06 What can I say but 'bravo'? The sheer rush of adrenaline from knowing that someone is out there trying to end my life… by God, it makes me feel alive. Holly and Bumaro are clutching their pearls at this development, but I speak for more than just myself when I say that this is the perfect addition to our game. I can definitely see why you've taken an interest in this Mann character. Bravo, Fritz, bravo. See you soon, D.C. Al Fine. From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: No subject. Date: 24/01/06 Some of the others and I got to talking, and we all think you've gone too far. We agreed to let you try and spice up the game last time, but straight up murdering one of us wasn't part of the deal. Not only is dying really unpleasant (as Holly was sure to let me know when she woke up), but adding a rogue element after achieving your winstate feels like you taking a victory lap all over us. In short, it's not fun. We need to talk about this, ASAP. Blessed be Mekhane, for she makes us Whole. Robert Bumaro, High Priest, The Forger of God, The Messiah 😩 From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Re: This shit Yo, That shit was fucked, dude. - JK (BF) TORONTO STAR Mostly Cloudy High 15C ★★★THURSDAY the 25th, 2006★★★ ONTARIO EDITION Bennett Lake mysteriously turns red! Wondertainment got the drop on me and I had to kill her. Worse, she ruined the cap; it barely stayed intact long enough for me to get out of her tower. I thought I'd be gunned down on her technicolor streets before I got away. Only upside of the clusterfuck is I got the file. Even managed to steal some of her personal playthings, like exploding whoopee cushions and a squirt gun full of acid. Fourth rule of silencing: be resourceful. The file is 5555, but not the one either of us knew; it's far worse. And that's without the implications of WHAT things are being rolled into this pit. Take the Seed. Assuming they mean SCP-3179, that came from outer space. Hell, I was there when the Cogwork Orthodoxy handed the thing off to us. Fritz and his friends must have been planning this for decades — or god forbid, centuries. I don't even think 006 provides that kind of longevity. Fifth rule of silencing: prioritize. Sixth rule: cut the head off the snake. The file being labeled SCP-5555 means Fritz is the true leader of the conspiracy. He needs to be eliminated ASAP. Then we can figure out how badly he compromised the Foundation (and GOIs, for whatever value of compromised). You need to pass the file to every Overseer and member of Senior Staff you can contact; I'm sure they have enough initiative to raise hell of their own. If the file's accurate, Bumaro is in England. I might be able to wring Fritz's location out of him. Then I'm going to burn Fritz alive. It's a long shot, but it's all we have. The skills needed to succeed in this line of work are like riding a bike. Age may have dulled them, but I still possess them — and my run-in with Wondertainment has sharpened them. Still, I mustn't let overconfidence replace age. My whole body hurts like hell and her lesson cost me my cap. The conspirators will certainly be on their guards from now on. If I want to stay in the game, I'll need to dredge up every last trick from my youth. You too. Stay frosty. And good luck. To do: Stay alive. Fritz must have warned the conspirators about me. I flew to Paris and took the Chunnel train from there, but men from the Cogwork Orthodoxy shut the train down at the bottom of the damn sea. They posed as immigration inspectors trying to catch illegal immigrants from Calais, but I recognized the unmistakable ticking of their clockwork limbs. Dunno how the hell they knew where I'd be. I got lucky. I was in a private berth so I shot out the window. The Cogworks heard the sounds and assumed I'd fled out the window… but I was actually hiding in the luggage compartment. They climbed out the window in pursuit, and eventually the train started moving again. I had to steal some clothes from a sleeping mime artist. I slathered on his makeup, donned his ridiculous striped outfit, and prayed that it wouldn't be raining. Seventh rule of silencing: the more your disguise stands out, the less you stand out. Dover is crawling with Cogworks, none of whom spared more than a glance at the sloppily-put-together mime tip-toeing through the city. I've never seen this many of them out in the open at once. Fritz's end-game must be coming soon if Bumaro is willing to throw caution to the wind like this. I stole a bicycle near the edge of town and pedaled north towards Dellinton. My legs were screaming before ten kilometers had passed and my liver was feeling too good for itself, so I was forced to stop off in an inn. I can only hope that exercise and my time sipping from the Fountain will strengthen them. It took me two days to reach Dellinton. I've been camped on a hill outside the town for five days now, staking it out to catch a glimpse of Bumaro and subsisting on boxed wine and whatever I can forage. If Dover was crawling with Cogworks, Dellinton is infested with them. They've completely supplanted the local authorities. I have to assume that the GOC suppressed this news somehow, since the Queen has never been fond of the Foundation or Broken God. The scale of this conspiracy continues to frighten me. And for what? A pockmark of craters on the far side of town. A stubby brass spire was erected near them when I arrived — I assume it's Bumaro's temporary accommodations. There's too many Cogworks there to get close. They've been tearing down buildings and displacing civilians all week for raw material that they've been moving to the crater. Thought they might be recreating 3179's original containment unit, but I haven't seen any sign of construction. I've also yet to see Bumaro. He's content to hide out in his spire for however long the process takes. But two can play at that game. Remember rule three? I once hid in a tree for two weeks straight to take one shot. I can lie under the stars a few days more. I caught a rabbit in a snare tonight; first one I'd made in forty years. But every motion held the familiarity of an old friend. theguardian guardian.co.uk LONDON UNDER SIEGE Armed Forces deployed against avian mutants Bumaro finally came out after ten days. He exited the spire just after dawn, peeked at one of the craters, and then immediately retreated back inside. Whatever the Cogworks have been doing in the crater, it's nearing its conclusion. There's fewer and fewer of them every day and I've noticed holes in the guard shifts. I've assembled a plan to kidnap Bumaro. For whatever reason, the Cogworks still use the latrine — and do so in packs. I've made a few pipe bombs from the supplies I took off Wondertainment's corpse and investigated the sewer system; it stinks like shit and murders my knees, but offers direct access to a public toilet near the craters. I'll make my way there by nightfall. As the guard shift changes, I'll plant the pipe bombs in the latrine, then use the cover of darkness to get near Bumaro's chambers. If my IEDs work, they'll melt the brass right off Bumaro's men, and I can use what little remains in Wondertainment's squirt gun to incapacitate him and get him into the sewers. It feels good to be doing this again. I remember when Fritz taught me how to make pipe bombs, damn near sixty years ago. Almost blew my hands and his head off with a short fuse. To do: Stay frosty. PORTABLE LISTENING DEVICE TRANSCRIPT [Sounds of clockwork ticking, interspersed with occasional leaves rustling, for eight minutes and twelve seconds. The clockwork ticking fades into the distance, and the leaves rustle again. Muffled explosion, followed by shouts. Sound of heavy breathing, then a door opening and quickly shutting and several locks ratcheting into position. Boots hitting metal repeatedly, then another door opening.] MANN: Oh, motherfuck- VOICE 1: [From overhead] Ah! Look who's decided to finally show up. [Computer identifies VOICE 1 as PoI-827, HERMAN FULLER.] MANN: Herman. Should've known you'd be behind the tacky setup. FULLER: You might want to try reconsidering getting on my bad side, chum. You're not exactly in a position to be insulting people anymore. MANN: Where's Bumaro? FULLER: Useless lump is probably in the back. You simply wouldn't believe the amount of bitching and moaning I've had to deal with from that palooka. Mann this, Fritz that. Ugh. ROBBY! VOICE 2: D-did you get him? [Computer identifies VOICE 2 as PoI-096, ROBERT BUMARO.] FULLER: Yeah I got him, you limp-dick. BUMARO: This would've been easier if we just used the cogwor- FULLER: Close your head, you boob. I swear, no balls on this guy. So, Manny. You of all people, falling into the oldest trap of all. Funny, ain't it? MANN: For a certain definition of funny. So could you please get the gun out of my fa- FULLER: Uh, uh, uh. How stupid you think I am? I saw what you did to Holly, that crazy broad. You're not moving from that spot. BUMARO: If he's so dangerous, just blow his head off! FULLER: Bobby, you have no appreciation for style. Why would I bump him already? BUMARO: Why would you keep him alive?! FULLER: This cat has worked alongside Fritz for decades, Robby! Do you realize what kind of advantage this could give us next round? Insider know-how on how he operates, plays, everything! You really don't want that? BUMARO: Is it worth risking dying again? You saw Holly afterward, even she looked like a ghost! This isn't worth it, man- FULLER: God, you're no fun. BUMARO: No, I just don't feel like kicking it again. FULLER: You wanna be Fritz' bitch for another lifetime? Cuz I sure as fuck don't. So shut up before you get clipped. BUMARO: You used me, I deserve a say- FULLER: You deserve to do the dance, and fuck all else. Now- Mister Everett Mann, Overseer One, Oh-Five Uno… what can you tell me about the man you call Francis Fritzwilliams? MANN: Why? [Sound of a punch, followed by a grunt from MANN.] FULLER: All you need to know is that you're gonna tell me everything you know about Fritz, unless you wanna get popped. Capiche? MANN: Aren't you all in bed together? What would I know that you don't? FULLER: We may have had our… dealings, but we weren't close. Not like you pair'a daisies were. MANN: We weren't close. BUMARO: [Scoffs] Bullshit. FULLER: Oh, look who's all interested now. But he's right. [More sounds of physical assault, followed by sounds of pain from MANN.] FULLER: We know you two were like peas in a pod, confidants. So cough it up. MANN: If we were close… I don't think he would have tried to have me murdered. FULLER: Oh, he didn't mean that. You gotta have known that, at least. If the cat wants someone dead, that motherfucker is gonna be sleeping it off in a wooden kimono. MANN: I survived by being smarter than him. FULLER: You survived because he wanted you to. MANN: I knew Fritz better than my own father. His favorite stout, football team, and childhood sweetheart. He taught me how to tie garottes, make bombs, and waterboard a man. I know exactly how many people Fritz has wanted dead because I wanted them dead too. So trust me, fatso, when I say he wanted me dead. VOICE 3: [From behind] Aw, yer flatterin' me. [Computer identifies VOICE 3 as Foundation Administrator, FRANCIS FRITZWILLIAMS.] FULLER & BUMARO: Shit. MANN: Fritz. FRITZWILLIAMS: Hey, Rhett. Sorry 'bout the radio silence, been a bit busy cleaning up after my associates. Hope it didn't hurt too much. MANN: Wasn't too bad compared to the assassination teams. [FRITZWILLIAMS laughs.] FRITZWILLIAMS: I bet, I bet. You ain't lost your touch. That stuff with Wondertainment, real fine stuff. Beautifully gory. Shuttin' her mouth fer' more then five minutes is an achievement. MANN: Don't remember you being this gleeful about violence. FRITZWILLIAMS: Mmm. Well, th' field changes us all, don't it? Anyway, gents, I'm here to take Mr. Mann into my custody. FULLER: Like fuck you are. We captured him fair and square. FRITZWILLIAMS: Sure did, and kudos on tha', haha. He's a wily one. But winning comes with certain, ah, privileges. Such as the snipers in the rafters aiming at both yer heads. [BUMARO yelps.] FULLER: You know it won't kill us. FRITZWILLIAMS: Oh, fer sure. But it'll git' you down long 'nuff for me and Rhett here to take our leave. So we can do this th' easy way or th' hard way. Pick yer path, gents. [Silence.] BUMARO: Fine, take him, just get out of he- FULLER: Fuck you! [Shotgun pump and discharge. Exchange of gunfire, followed by indistinct shouting. Metal hitting flesh, and an ensuing scream, and the sound of someone hitting the ground. A body being dragged, continuing gunfire. After a minute and 57 seconds, gunfire ceases. Heavy breathing is audible.] FRITZWILLIAMS: Mann. Rhett, wake up, kid. [Heavy breathing.] FRITZWILLIAMS: Aw, shit. Trip Through the BackDoor Step On Through BACKDOOR SOHO 5¢ - NO REFUNDS WHERE IS THE FOUNDATION? Focus. Writing helps. I like writing. I like putting my thoughts on a page. My wrist hurts, focus on that. Stop. Think. Process. Summarize. I woke up in a bed with a migraine. My back hurt and my shoulders hurt and I ached all over. But I was also bandaged up. I was in a square room, with featureless sheetrock walls and carpet flooring. There was a dresser on the right with water and Tylenol. Found a connected bathroom. I looked like hell. But there was toothpaste and a brush and a shower. I took an hour long shower. Hot water good. Soap great. Soft towel excellent. Found jeans and a plaid shirt in the dresser. Wrangler-brand. Fit perfectly. I left the room and found myself in a safehouse. Not one of mine, but cozy. Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, dining table, living room. There was Hawaiian pizza and Texas Pete on the dining table. No beer though, just Erdinger. I stuck with water. Fritz left a note for me in the living room, and an updated copy of the file. Hey Rhett, Sorry I couldn't stay. You were pretty conked out when I patched you up and I had some errands to run. The Critic's in Toronto shutting that whole scene down. He likes to hang out near Graffiti Alley. Your plane leaves tonight. My old jacket's by the door; told her you'd be taking her out. She's got a wallet with your tickets and some other stuff you might need. I know your run-in with Herman and Bobby might have you a bit rattled, but shake it off. You've got a world to save and Foundation to avenge. Love, Fritz P.S. Great work with those notes. Glad you still remember my lessons. 5/5555 LEVEL 5/5555 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5555 Safe The elevator leading to SCP-5555. Special Containment Procedures: Upon completion of the turnover and the re-establishment of the façade, SCP-5555 is to be sealed over with concrete. No anomaly will ever visit SCP-5555 more than once in their lifetime. SCP-5555 is not to be discussed outside of preparation periods. Description: SCP-5555 is a massive pit located on Sublevel 27 of Overwatch Command. When a cataloged SCP willingly enters SCP-5555, it will die. Its skills, personality, and anomalous attributes will be slightly modified and reassigned to a new instance, which will instantaneously manifest near the location of the SCP's initial discovery. These properties make it crucial to the successful progression from each round to the next. SCP-5555 is accessible only by a single cargo elevator. Neither Sublevel 27 nor SCP-5555 are marked on any blueprints of Overwatch Command. The age, depth, and origin of SCP-5555 are indeterminable and irrelevant. At this time, the previous round has ended, and a preparation period has begun. All personnel are asked to comply with SCP-5555 directions as assigned. Sort By: Most Recent Sort By: Classification: Personnel: Senior Staff Personnel Selected Replacement Notes on Replacement Site-67 Director Simon Glass The current holder of the position is married and fathered a child. The intended replacement is a highly driven PhD, who shows little evidence of repeating this pattern. Research and Development Head Kain Pathos Crow Research prodigy. Has projects in robotics, biochemistry, paratechnology, history, and anything else he could possibly learn. He's the only man right for the job. Classification Committee Head Jean Karlyle Aktus Expert in security and has limited, non-veil experience with the paranormal. His health conditions are unfortunate but may prove to be excellent leverage. Department of Applied Influence Head Alto Clef Former gock — I've had my eyes on him this whole round, and I don't think anyone will notice if I squirrel him away for whoever plays Administrator next. He could be their best man, or go ballistic and wreck a few sites. Maybe I should start a betting pool. Site-19 Director Tilda Moose Operative of the Hand, type-blue, quite experienced with thaumaturgy and other magic bullshit. I think having them contain other anomalies will be a delicious stroke of irony. Sort By: Oldest Sort By: Classification: Personnel: Overseers Personnel Kill Confirmed Notes on Replacement O5-13 I entered the Pit for old times' sake, but it's rather an exercise in futility, no? The Foundation you knew is gone. O5s 12 through 2 One cyanide pill each. 5, 9, and 12 went without a struggle. Took care of that myself. O5-1 We bonded. Now get a move on, son. Damn me for a fool. The Foundation's rotten to the core, and I have no idea how long this has been happening. Maybe if I'd been more proactive. Left the Arctic once in a while. Maybe I would have noticed something sooner. Done something before. I still don't understand why he saved me. Maybe he thinks I'm more useful taking out his former allies. Whatever game he's playing has come to its end, so he has no more need for them. But two can play this game. Fritz taught me how to kill Chaos Insurgents — and they wanted to be a Foundation. He taught me everything I need to topple his empire to the ground. I'm not an Overseer anymore. I'm a silencer. Thanks for the wakeup call, Fritz. I'm excited to get back to work. To do: Destroy the Foundation. From: [email protected] To: Cycle (Group) CC: Subject: Regarding Recent Events Date: 01/02/06 I'm sure you're all wondering why and I'm even more sure a few of you have very choice words for me right now, but allow me to explain. I am not betraying you, nor am I 'taking a victory lap' as Bobby put it. I am merely attempting to show off what my suggested addition can do. I'm sure I speak for most of us when I say the cleanup before beginning anew is the dullest element of our little game, so are you really going to get testy with me for trying to make things fun again? Besides, just look at what he's managed so far. This is because I took the time to shape him, mold him, and craft him into the perfect variable to our game. And hey, he's also pretty funny once you get to know him. Yours, Fritz From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: What the hell? Date: 05/02/06 Imagine my surprise as I open the door of my studio and get assaulted in broad daylight by none other than your very own Mann boy. He turned the goddamn sidewalk into a Pollock using my own blood and nearly ripped off my arms. My head was still reeling from the curbstomps after I woke up in my new body. All for some intel on where you were. I was ambivalent about your experiment at first, but now I have some critique to offer: In short, that wasn't very cool. Yours, The Critic 😩 From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Re: This shit Yo, Pretty wild how your boy is out there just blowing up your spaceships. I thought you had this guy under control, lol. You should probably do something about it. Or don't. I'm not your dad. - JK (BF) From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Just Checking Date: 10/02/06 Fritz, Just so we're clear, I didn't blow up your sites. That kind of skullduggery is so beneath me. I had my remaining intel guys look into it, and it's your boy, Mann. He was spotted at 0300 hours last night exiting Site-81 by helicopter minutes before the on-site nukes went off. Makes me wish he'd gone after me. Would've loved to see that. Speaking of which, see you soon. Either way, I just figured you'd like confirmation. I'm not a sore loser. D.C. Al Fine. Memo IMPORTANT MESSAGE Sender Amos Marshall Recipient tni.pcs.10etis|rotartsinimda#tni.pcs.10etis|rotartsinimda It would be to your interest to know that your preferred toy has assaulted Carter and Dark in an attempt to locate you. They survived, but Carter was nearly liquified and Dark wants to know if Mann can do it again. Unfortunately, I was too busy using our lounge's faculties during the attack, and as such, am unscathed. I have taken it upon myself to reunite with the two of them at the point of origin. I will see you soon. Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Break-In Date: 16/02/06 Mr. Fritzwilliams, I regret to inform you that our progress on EL-028-1125 has been set back severely. An unknown individual infiltrated Site-19 at about 0100 hours last night and proceeded to destroy the AIC server farm using a blunt instrument before detonating an IED within the main frame. Needless to say, Hatbot will be down for the forseeable future and the Applied Force Division is currently investigating the break-in. I will report to you as soon as an update is made available. Maria Jones RAISA Secure, Contain, Protect From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Break-In Date: 21/02/06 Fritz, I don't know who the hell you pissed off, but I'll be goddamned. That son of a bitch sneaked into Site-67 without anybody noticing. Site Sixty-Fucking-Seven. I can't take a shit without everyone in the security booth knowing I'm taking the Browns to the Super Bowl. How the hell does someone get in here and hold senior staff hostage like that? Why was he asking for you by name? Moreover, how did he get away? Something is going on here, and seeing as I lost a tooth for your sake, I feel I'm owed an explanation. Doctor A. Clef Secure, Contain, Protect CAMERA VIEW OFF, AUDIO ON INDIVIDUAL: This thing on? Where's the damn power button? Hey, how do you turn this thing on? UNKNOWN: muffled, inaudible noises INDIVIDUAL: Here, I'll untie that, tell me how your camera works. sounds of cloth DR. SIMON GLASS: HELP! GUARDS! HELP! SECURITY! SECURITY! INDIVIDUAL: Oh for… where the hell did I put my earmuffs… Gunshot, followed by screaming and sounds of flesh striking flesh. INDIVIDUAL: Shut up for a moment. How do you turn this fucking thing on? GLASS: Right button, fucking Christ! Hold the right button down for two seconds. Owwwowoohhaaaa… fucking hell! CAMERA VIEW ON, AUDIO ON Individual is leaning over camera, possibly looking at its screen. After a moment, they step back. The individual is wearing a large military greatcoat (identified as SCP-262) and earmuffs. but their face is otherwise concealed. Next to them is Simon Glass, tied to a chair. There is a gunshot wound in his right knee. The room is seen to be Simon Glass's office, which is in extreme disarray. INDIVIDUAL: Could've saved us a lot of trouble if you'd just told me that in the first place. Several arms emerge from the individual's coat and tie the gag around Glass's mouth. The individual looks back at the camera. Individual: Call me Everett Mann. I'm the bastard been blowing up your sites and beating up your people. I've got a message for your Administrator. There is a pause. MANN: Fritz, I'm tired of hunting you down and wrecking your business. Stop putting me through the wringer half the time and patronizing me the other half. I got through site security just by stealing an ID badge and holding a clipboard. You didn't even bother to change the damn [REDACTED]! Mann points to Dr. Glass with the gun. MANN: Where'd you dig him out of? He won't tell me a thing. I had to shoot him just to learn how to turn this damn camera on! Mann turns and looks at Glass briefly. He hands the gun to his coat, which then shoots Glass in his other kneecap. Glass's screams are muffled. After a moment, the coat removes Glass's gag. MANN: Where the hell'd you come from? GLASS: Ahhhhrrrrrggh! Fuck! Detroit! I'm from Detroit! Mother of God, what do you want?! MANN: That's not my question. Where did Fritz get you from? GLASS: I don't… I wasn't hired by him! I got hired by someone in HR! They're not even alive any more! Mann's coat shoots Glass in his groin, holding a cougar paw over his mouth to muffle his screams. MANN: Where the hell are you getting these people? How the hell long has this been happening? And that's the least of my questions. GLASS: [through the paw] Please! Ahhh, it hurts, it hurts… hhh, please let me go! MANN: [To Glass:] Shut up. [To the camera:] What is this pit of yours? What is your conspiracy trying to approve? Why the hell would you try to kill me and then save me? [gesturing to Glass] I deserve some answers and I'm sick of being run ragged to get them. Mann shoots Glass twice in the chest. MANN: I'm coming home, old man. I'll see you in two days. Mann shoots Glass once in the head. MANN: I'm thinking pork chops for dinner. The lights were on, but nobody was home at Overwatch Command. The base's layout was elegant in its simplicity: a fourteen-spoked wheel, with the access elevator in its center. All but two of the spokes contained an Overseer's private office; the odd ones out contained the Administrator's office and what used to be Mann's. Mann didn't bother checking his former colleagues' offices. There was nothing there for him. Nor did he bother looking in his room. He made a beeline for the Administrator's office and waited expectantly for the door. The door opened a moment later to reveal a suburban American home. In front of Mann lay a combination kitchen and dining room, with a small living room off to the right. Fritz was mashing potatoes in a bowl while the smell of pork chops wafted from the stove to his right. "Grab a couple beers from th' fridge," he said without turning around. Mann stepped into the room and looked around briefly, then set his gun on the countertop. He opened the fridge on Fritz's left and inspected the bottles on the bottom shelf. "Erdinger?" he said with a frustrated click. "Finest table beer on th' planet," Fritz said. "You don't even have Guinness?" "No dice. That stuff'll kill ya, y'know." "I rely on it," Mann said. He retrieved two bottles, sat one on the table, and used the table's edge to open the other. A few minutes later, Fritz set down two plates laden with pork chops and mashed potatoes. Mann squirted hot sauce across the meal, then stuffed half a chop into his mouth and filled what little space remained with mashed potato. "Don' eat like a savage," Fritz said. Mann waved the knife in his face and swallowed. "I will eat… however… I damn well please. You ain't my daddy." "I sure as hell became it." Fritz sliced a chunk out of his own pork chops, slowly chewed it, then swallowed. "Binna while since we ate together, eh?" "What'd you do with this place?" Mann said. "Executive desks just ain't my style and the cold weren't doin' me no good. Figured I'd turn th' place into a little home away from home. Can't open th' windows, but th' weather's sure beautiful. I kept invitin' ya down here but y'were too scared t'leave that shack of yours." "Speaking of my shack, what's this really about, old man?" Mann said through another mouthful of food. He took a long swig from his beer. "Yer no spring chicken yourself," Fritz said. "Shut up and answer my questions." "Tell you what." Fritz sipped from his beer. "Why don't we play a game?" "Enough of your — " Mann paused, clenched his fist, then sighed. "Fine." "Th' game is simplicity itself. We each get to ask th' other three questions, and we have to answer truthfully with a short, medium, or long answer. You can only pick each type once." Mann drained his bottle and stared at it. "I'll even sweeten th' pot," Fritz said. From a cupboard above the fridge, he retrieved two Glencairn glasses and a sealed bottle full of caramel liquid. Mann's eyebrows nearly shot off his forehead. "Is that Pappy Van Winkle's?" "Was savin' it fer you." Fritz put the tumblers down and poured. "Ice?" Mann drained his glass in a single swig and shuddered. "Y'gotta sip it, son." "Just pour me another and let's play." "You start," Fritz said as he refilled Mann's glass. "Short. How do I kill you permanently and end your conspiracy?" Mann took a sip of the bourbon and let it sit in his mouth. "No clue," Fritz said. "Tried everythin' th' Foundation had an' then some. Nothin' took. Same goes for the rest'a the gang." He sipped from his glass. "Short. You been havin' fun?" "Why the hell would I— " Mann paused and took another sip. He exhaled through his nose. "Yes." "Ain't nothin' wrong with that. Man's gotta enjoy his work." "This my work now? That's not my question." Mann drank deeper. "Medium. Why did you save me from your co-conspirators?" "Co-conspirators, eh? Truth be told, Herman's always been one a' Holly's pals more'n mine. An' Bobby's just fun t' mess around with." Fritz drank from his glass and held up a finger. The two of them sat there for the minute, savoring the taste of the alcohol. Then he swallowed and winced slightly. "I saved you because they're a couple'a spoilsports. Lemme tell you somethin', Rhett. Yer like this Pappy Van Winkle — fulla potential, but ya gotta age and gain experience for the best flavor. Yer what, eighty now? Ninety? But you hotwired those site nukes like you were thirty. An' those Burmese tiger-pits— made me proud to burstin'." He took another sip of his bourbon. "Or th' way you got into Site-67. You shoulda read that email Clef sent me. Boy was hoppin' mad about you pullin' one over on him. Not t'mention th' way you've been raising hell with the others. Yer a one-man army — you just needed a little bit more time. Sure, th' others weren't too keen on ya at first, God love 'em, but they started to see yer value once ya started blowin' up my own spaceships. Yer the shot in th' arm this game needed, son— and we're th' kinda people you need to be your best self." Mann gritted his teeth, but simply drank and refilled his tumbler. "Medium," Fritz said. "You been havin' fun?" "A little," Mann said. "It's been nice to travel and apply myself in the field again. Working with my hands. Planning and executing infiltration ops. Being responsible for everything. Having a gun in my hands." He drank and held up a finger. "Not so nice? Why I've been out there. Why I'm all by myself. What you did to — the Foundation. Some goddamn father figure you turned out to be." Fritz winced. "Rhett —" "Shut up," Mann said. "I'm not done. The pork chops, the Pappy, the bandaging? That don't make up fer any the bullshit you done." He emptied his glass again and took Fritz's. "I've shot a hundred and thirteen Chaos Insurgents, run through twenty body doubles, had thirteen world leaders assassinated, nine more replaced, ordered nineteen false flag operations, and racked up sixty thousand civilian casualties at th' last estimate. You taught me how to do that. Then just — " he emptied the glass — "you just tossed it all out the damn window inta that damn pit a' yours. Tried t' toss me out." Mann slammed the glass onto the table. It shattered. "Long. Why th' hell did you do it all?" Fritz looked Mann dead in the eyes. "One billion, three hundred million." "What?" Mann said. "Hell of a number, innit? Bobby says that's my all-time body count. All the people killed by or because a' me. He's always bin' pretty good with numbers. But I don't worry about that number cause they're just people." Fritz got up and rummaged through the cupboards under the sink. "You an' me, we're more n' that. I knew it the day I first laid eyes on ya, you ain't one in a million, yer one in a million years. But you got that damnable streak a' empathy in ya. When I get you to forget it… boy, you do amazin' things." "Like kill thousands?" Mann said. "You said it yerself." Fritz emerged with a dustpan and began sweeping up the glass around the table. "Shut down th' Insurgency, put your yoke to th' UN's neck, even strongarmed al Fine into helpin' you erase North Korea from memory. Thought fer sure I was hosed that time, but you fixed it. You were winnin' the damn game for me all by yer self. Then y' went off and developed a damn conscience. Hid in th' Arctic and let yerself go. Squanderin' yer gifts like that? Cut me to th' quick." He went and tossed the debris into the trash. "I've been there before, a couple times. I figured you'd get outta yer slump soon, but before I knew it thirty years had gone by. Game was endin' soon and I couldn't let you go t' waste. But you got that inertia. Once you get goin' you don't stop, but you needed that push t' get ya rolling." "A push?" Mann stood up and poked Fritz in the chest. "You bastard. You absolute goddamn bastard. I wish you were my real father so I could disown you." Fritz shrugged. "If that's what it takes." Mann punched him in the face. Fritz rubbed his jaw and stared at him. "That's some right hook. Technique's flawless. Even when yer sluggin' yer old man yer impeccable. You gotta get over these damn feelings, Rhett. They're only gonna slow you down." Mann clenched his teeth so hard his jaw hurt. The bourbon was starting to kick in. "What th' hell else you want from me? Want me to pretend I'm fine with this? That I like this — this game you're playing, using th' world as your goddamn Monopoly board?" "Who said anythin' about pretendin'?" Fritz said. "Just be yerself — th' spy, th' assassin, th' one-man army. Throw a monkey wrench into things. I've had more fun followin' your globetrottin' adventures than I've had in the last dozen games combined." Fritz poured the last of the bourbon into the remaining glass and offered it to Mann. "Long. Ready to have some fun?" Mann drew and fired before either of them realized he'd grabbed it. Fritz collapsed backwards and fell against the wall with a sharp crack. The glass of bourbon shattered on the ground. "There's your fucking monkey wrench, old man," Mann said. A moment passed. There was another crack as Fritz's neck realigned itself and a faint tinking sound as a bone-covered bullet popped out of his forehead. Fritz stood up, cracked his neck, and clapped Mann on the back. "Lookit that, yer already gettin' into the swing of things." Mann sat down heavily. "Don't take it so harsh, son," Fritz said. "You did a helluva job and you'll fit right in. Who knows, y'might even learn t'enjoy yourself. C'mon, we gotta get you set up and up to speed on th' rules." From: [email protected] To: Cycle (Group) Subject: Good game, everyone! Date: X Thanks for playing! I think we can all agree, this has been one of the best games yet. I'd just like to confirm this is the final version of the transfer table. Current Role New Role Administrator (SCP) Dr. Wondertainment Master Foreman D.C. al Fine Carter Administrator (SCP) Marshall Grand Karcist Ion Dark Herman Fuller Vincent Anderson Carter The Critic Marshall Big Cheese Horace The Critic Dr. Wondertainment Prophet of Mekhane Jude Kriyot Dark Herman Fuller Master Foreman Grand Karcist Ion Big Cheese Horace Prophet of Mekhane Vincent Anderson D.C. al Fine Jude Kriyot I took the liberty of inducting Everett into the game last night and have been prepping him for his new role. I don't want to spoil anything, but I can promise it will be like nothing you've ever seen before. See you soon, Fritz I'm immortal now. Not long-lived, not slow to age. Un-aging. One of Them. I don't know how long they've been playing this game or when they started or why. But I'm part of it now. I've been assigned the role "Nobody". My "win condition" is to kill the rest of them. They're mocking me. The joke's on them. I left this life because I thought the world needed a better Mann. I wanted my life to be more than violence and death. But they've taught me better. There is no greater good — nor catch, nor collateral, nor consequence. But the joy of adventure, the thrill of the hunt, the fire inside me? Those are real. I've assembled all my notes and files for you, the new Overseers, as a warning. You know now what I accomplished as an old man. Ask yourself what I could do as an immortal, then do us both a favor and walk away. And Fritz, if you're reading this? I've got a grudge against you, and all the time in the world to hold it. I've even got a to-do list. TO DO: KILL FRITZ. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5555" by A Random Day, Rounderhouse, and Uncle Nicolini, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5555. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-5556 | euclid | Item#: 5556 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-5556 are to be housed in a standard humanoid group habitat scaled to .25 of standard size. Standard humanoid rations are to be provided. Small running wheels are to be provided in exchange for good behavior and to encourage exercise. Personnel are not to directly interact with SCP-5556 except as approved during testing. Any statements made by SCP-5556 instances are to be disregarded. Description: SCP-5556 refers to a group of humanoids resembling garden gnomes. Each wears a beard and a tall, pointed hat. Each entity is between 30 to 40 centimeters tall.1 SCP-5556 entities are anatomically similar to humans apart from their height and possess a similar level of intelligence. Each SCP-5556 instance is highly explosive and will involuntarily detonate when a specific action is performed on it by a human. The action required differs for each instance. The explosive force varies widely between events, but is always sufficient to neutralize the affected instance. Instances experience a brief period of intense pain before detonating. SCP-5556 instances are not capable of inducing this effect on each other directly, but may attempt to persuade humans to induce it. Addendum 5556.1: Recovery Log 1 Foreword: MTF-Tau-14 (Members Tau-1 through 5) was dispatched to contain SCP-5556, a group of what were believed to be Notice Class anomalous entities. During recovery, an instance which identified itself as the group's leader approached Tau-1 to speak. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-5556-1: Excuse me, tall fellow, what in the world do your pals think they're doing with me coterie o' squatted consorts? Tau-1: Pardon? Oh, one of the skips. We're here to take you guys somewhere safe. If you could just hold still and… [Tau-1 attempts to place SCP-5556-1 in a containment box. SCP-5556-1 jumps onto Tau-1's chest and climbs to the back of their head.] Tau-1: Hey, get off! Christ, they told us you were supposed to be docile! SCP-5556-1: As the supreme commander o' this here rabble of tykes, I hereby forbid ya from grabbing up me tiny men! Gnomes, assault these hooligans! [SCP-5556-1 pulls Tau-1's hair while yelling. Tau-1 attempts to remove the entity but is unable to get a proper grip on it. The entity shakes Tau-1's head back and forth and bites their scalp. Tau-1 signals for backup, but the rest of the task force is occupied with containing other SCP-5556 instances in a similar manner to Tau-1.] Tau-1: Jesus, you have a strong grip! Settle down would'ya! This is for your own good! [Tau-3 catches an SCP-5556 instance. It explodes in his hands, amputating several of his fingers and causing severe burns. The entities and MTF pause to survey the damage.] Tau-1: Shit! Four, get the medical kit! [To SCP-5556-1] What the hell just happened? SCP-5556-1: Aw, looks like one of your pals picked up Chuckie. What a shame. He had a husband, you know? Tau-1: Okay, that's nice, why did he just blow up? SCP-5556-1: Toasty boy over there tripped ol' Chuck's fuse! Each of us has one, y'know. Set it off, and we pop like a balloon! I could've warned you if you hadn't barged in and started scooping us all up. Tau-1: So all of you can explode. Dammit, why didn't HQ know that? What else can set you guys off? SCP-5556-1: Oh ho, each of us has our own little thing. Caerwyn there, he blows if you read him a bedtime story! And Alun, well, let's say he's not much of a hugger. It's written right on their faces, really! You'd have to be blind not to see it. Tau-1: And I suppose there's something innocent that makes you blow up as well? SCP-5556-1: Hmm, I suppose there is! I wouldn't know though, I can't see my own face! Tau-1: I—what—how do you not know that? Hasn't someone else told you? SCP-5556-1: Would be a tad rude, wouldn't it, telling a lad how he's gonna pop? Although… [To Tau-2] You there! Flip poor Cedric topsy-turvy lest he blow ya to the moon! [The SCP-5556 instance Tau-2 holds shouts in protest. Tau-2 flips its container upside-down, which causes it to explode. Tau-2 suffers minor burns.] SCP-5556-1: Gullible sorts, aren't we? [END LOG] Addendum 5556.2: Recovery Log 2 Foreword: The following logs were recorded by on-site security systems while the SCP-5556 instances were being moved into containment. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-5556-2: Psst. Hey. You there, big bones. D-4133: Huh? Sorry, the higher-ups don't want me talking to you guys. SCP-5556-2: Look, I'm sure you're very busy carting me off to a tiny prison, but I assure you this is very important. Life or death, even! D-4133: I'm just gonna not listen to you till we get to your cell. SCP-5556-2: Alright, well. You know Shmebby, our so-called leader, yeah? The guy your lot have been calling 'Dash-One?' I'll let you in on a little secret about him. He has a certain… medical condition. He needs sugar, lots of it. His body can't make it right, and he'll be dead by the end of the week without it. D-4133: Yeah, I don't believe that for a second. SCP-5556-2: I promise ya, I'm telling the truth! Us little folk need more of the stuff than your kind do. Do ya really trust the higher-ups to make sure all of us have our dietary needs met before we keel over? It happens quicker than you'd think. D-4133: I—I'm sure they'll take care of him. And we were told not to give you guys anything. SCP-5556-2: You and me both know the people up top are good for nothing. Did you know when they found us, your bosses didn't even know we explode? Lemme tell ya, friend, I know how it feels to be stepped all over. I'm a foot tall, after all! I think it's time you take some initiative and bring a poor gnome some sugar. What's the harm? I'm sure your bosses will be grateful once they realize you saved one of their new pets, or whatever it is you're keeping us for. D-4133: Huh, okay. Maybe you're right. I'll see what I can do about it. [D-4133 exits the containment chamber.] [D-4133 enters the SCP-5556 containment cell for testing. He reaches into the back of his pants, clenches, and retrieves a packet of sugar taken from the site cafeteria.] Researcher ████: D-4133, what is that? Security, we have an unauthorized object, chamber… D-4133: Uh, Dash-One? I brought this for you. SCP-5556-1: Pardon? What is this for? Ow, how in the bloody f- [SECURITY FEED LOST] Afterword: The containment area for SCP-5556 as well as D-4133 were found to have been vaporized in a large explosion. All instances of SCP-5556 were present and unharmed with the exception of SCP-5556-1. The entities appear to have selected SCP-5556-2 as a new leader. Footnotes 1. Not counting the height of the hat. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5556" by Auxiphor, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5556. 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-5557 | euclid | Image of SCP-5557, captured by weather balloon. Item №: SCP-5557 Special Containment Procedures: The chamber containing SCP-5557 has been outfitted with HC-grade concrete walls, and is accessible only through a concealed entrance in a staff-only area of Salisbury Cathedral. The balloon within SCP-5557 has been covered with a blue, camouflaged fabric, and all flight paths coming in proximity have been redirected. Public reports of SCP-5557 are to be suppressed whenever they emerge. Safe-class secondary anomalies produced by SCP-5557 are to be contained in as many standard containment lockers as is applicable for each item. Anomalies with higher classifications may be subject to alternative documentation and special containment procedures. Description: SCP-5557 is an ovoid region of space ~25 metres in length, simultaneously located in a chamber below Salisbury Cathedral, England, and at an altitude of ~36,000 metres above the building. Viewing the space from any direction will give the appearance of a clear blue sky, regardless of objects behind it or external weather conditions. SCP-5557 is empty save for an immovable, indestructible hot-air balloon1. Due to being simultaneously in two positions, possessing only one location, and therefore not being in either position, SCP-5557 represents a physical manifestation of a logical contradiction. Persons within SCP-5557 are capable of distorting baseline logical reality by extrapolating from this contradiction, in-line with the logical principle of explosion2. This extrapolation often occurs unintentionally or subconsciously, and prolonged exposure causes an exponentially increasing quantity of secondary anomalies caused by contradictory axioms. Following 1966-06-12, incursion into SCP-5557 has possessed a 100% fatality rate among human subjects. Testing: Formal testing of SCP-5557's properties began on 1966-06-11, after a series of incursions by civilians and preliminary containment staff (and the subsequent containment of resultant anomalies). A log of all tests attempted to-date is included below: Date: 1966-06-11 Test Summary: D-0088 extended a long metal pole into SCP-5557, on the end of which was mounted camera equipment and a small releasable payload outfitted with GPS. Test Outcome: Camera footage was normal until it passed the boundary of SCP-5557, at which point it began to display the views from within the chamber and from the high-altitude balloon simultaneously. Persons observing the compromised footage were able to extrapolate safely without triggering additional anomalies, suggesting a limit to the principle of explosion's effect in baseline reality. The payload was deployed, and fell simultaneously from both locations — it was recovered shortly thereafter, and is currently being stored in two separate containment lockers. Date: 1966-06-12 Test Summary: Agent Garvey entered SCP-5557 via a gangplank laid from the floor of Salisbury Cathedral to the basket of the balloon. They were instructed to formulate the idea that they existed in two places at once, observe the results, and leave SCP-5557 without making any further deductions about the nature of reality. Test Outcome: Agent Garvey entered SCP-5557, but did not proceed with the test, instead turning around as if startled. They then nodded slowly, placed the back of their hand to their forehead, and violently combusted. A variety of scenes were then observed by monitoring personnel, including: Flames engulfing the balloon The sky within SCP-5557 rapidly switching from night to day, and to an unidentified third state The balloon being replaced with a burned-out wreck of itself A colossal metal pole outfitted with camera apparatus emerging from the distance The sky being replaced with the interior of Salisbury Cathedral Furniture on the balloon spontaneously rearranging The sky being replaced with smoke, fire, and rubble (identified as the remains of Salisbury Cathedral) O5-01 seated at the balloon's writing desk, surrounded by an unquantifiably immense pile of paperwork related to possible exploitations of SCP-5557 An unidentified man in business attire falling from the balloon, as if pushed All scenes occurred simultaneously, and their significance (if any) is as yet unknown. Following the conclusion of this event, Agent Garvey has been seated at the desk with his head in his hands, unmoving. Date: 1966-06-12 Test Summary: D-0088 was provided with a nonlethal electroshock weapon and was instructed to enter SCP-5557 and retrieve Agent Garvey. Test Outcome: Immediately after entering SCP-5557, D-0088 was replaced with an instance of Agent Garvey's corpse (severely decomposed), which subsequently combusted. The sentence "Boys. Boys. This one's not worth the hassle, boys" was then heard in Garvey's voice from an unknown source. Identical outcomes have occurred on all subsequent attempts by a human subject to enter SCP-5557, with slight variations in the content of the spoken message3 The actions of Agent Garvey have been designated an O3-Class Ontological Shift, and Garvey himself has been designated permanently MIA and formally censured. No further testing of SCP-5557 is believed to be possible at the present time. Footnotes 1. This balloon is equipped with a basket containing a small writing desk, chest of drawers, and a desk lamp plugged into a power socket on the basket's interior. All are immovable and therefore inoperable. Despite being suspended in mid-air, no burner or alternative propulsion method is present. 2. Formally, assuming contradictory axioms $P$ and $¬P$ yields an arbitrary theorem $Q$, as follows: 1 $P$ By assumption A statement (e.g. All grass is green) is true. 2 $¬P$ By assumption The converse of the statement (e.g. All grass is not green) is also true. 3 $P ∨ Q$ Disjunction introduction (1) All grass is green OR another statement (e.g. the sky is red) must be true, since the first part is true. 4 $Q$ Disjunctive syllogism (2, 3) Since all grass is not green, the sky must be red. 3. Most notably including "Poke it with a stick, what could go wrong" and "Boys shouldn't run with scissors". |
SCP-5558 | keter | Item #: 𝒫 Disambiguation: 𝒫 may refer to either part of the interconnected anomaly described below. 𝒫 when described in physical situations or as performing actions, refers to the individual. 𝒫 when described with regards to memetic effects or written/spoken transmission, refers to the word. Special Containment Procedures: Due in part to 𝒫's docility and compliance with the Foundation, 𝒫's containment has been adapted to allow for as much autonomy as possible, including janitorial duties and scheduling interviews/therapy. Though information about the word 𝒫 is largely self-normalizing, it is to be removed from public access when possible, and should be limited in Foundation documents to those pre-approved by the Department of Miscommunications. 𝒫's mother, Penelope Yore, is on close watch, and is allowed weekly calls with 𝒫, though precautions such as a delayed line must be taken to ensure that no information about the Foundation is able to transfer. 𝒫 is aware that Ms. Yore's knowledge of the situation is incomplete, and has thus far been able to adapt to Foundation efforts consistently. Description: 𝒫 (formerly Nudah Borvitch) is an 18-year-old human with a drastically disparate cranial structure when compared with the average individual. 𝒫's otherwise standard human body leads into a fleshy, conical neck supporting a gargantuan head with 50-100 small orifices composed of various facial tissues including skin, cartilage, adipose, and bone. These orifices are largely symmetrical, with minor discrepancies across the midline of the face, and are in a constant state of flux, having new ones generated while the cranial flesh simultaneously absorbs existing ones. 𝒫 also refers to the word "𝒫", which displays a number of memetic qualities with regards to its transmission, both auditory and visual. 𝒫, the individual, cannot be referred to by any name or direct identifier other than "𝒫". When written or otherwise transferred visually, all direct reference to 𝒫 is limited to the word "𝒫". However, when spoken, the word is pronounced identically to a separate word from the English language. A spoken rendition of the word "𝒫" may be heard below. Addenda Materials Addendum 01 - Interview (02-17-19) Foreword: 𝒫's facial abnormality was discovered when a video entitled "Kid With Liquid Mouth" gained notable popularity on the internet. 𝒫 was quickly located and determined to be suffering from an anomalous condition. The following interview took place a week after 𝒫's initial habituation into Site-96. Dr. Ozid enters the room and sits down. Dr. Ozid: Hi 𝒫. 𝒫: Hey. Dr. Ozid: Obviously I don't want to make this any more of a burden on you than the situation already is, so I'll try to keep it as brief as possible. 𝒫: Well, yeah… I mean, well no, it's fine, I honestly want to understand this as much as you do so, like, it's fine. Dr. Ozid: I appreciate the sentiment. Now, just to begin, I'll start chronologically. What was the first time you noticed weird things happening? 𝒫: Well, I didn't think it was weird at the time, but the first time somebody called me 𝒫 was… like, I was eleven, I think. It was actually an insult originally, one of the kids in my class called me it just because I was wearing pink socks. Which, you know, doesn't mean anything, I just liked the color at the time. I don't, now. I mean… I don't. Dr. Ozid: At the time, did you think anything of it? I know you said you didn't think it was strange, but did you have any sort of emotional reaction? 𝒫: I mean, I cried and everything but, it was probably more that I was being made fun of than the actual contents of the bullying. I didn't mind the name at all, in fact, when I came back to school the next day and everyone was calling me 𝒫, I sort of… liked it, kinda. Better than “Nudah”, anyway. Dr. Ozid: When did you notice that it was becoming more than a nickname? 𝒫: The thing is, I sort of didn’t, no one did. I mean, I thought it was weird that teachers, my parents, the principal, were all using my nickname, but I never thought it was, you know, weird like it is now. Dr. Ozid: When did it start to progress in severity? 𝒫: Well, so, it was actually like three and a half years before my head started getting, you know, fatter. I one hundred percent thought it was just self hatred until people started telling me to see a doctor. I was in the hospital for a few days before I… started growing noses and stuff. And that was only like a month ago, everything that's happened since then is relatively new. Dr. Ozid: Are you able to use any of your new facial features? 𝒫: I know the noses are functional and the eyes aren't, and nothing else even looks like a real body part so it beats me. Dr. Ozid: Hmm, so that covers my checklist, but I wanted to ask, how are you feeling? 𝒫: I mean look, I understand the severity of the situation and I appreciate that you guys aren't sugar coating this. Things are weird, we don't know why, and we're trying to fix it. I get it, and I'm here for it. Dr. Ozid: But how are you feeling? Seriously, I mean, if there's anything else we can do to make your time here more comfortable… 𝒫: I'm fine, please don't try to make big accommodations for me. I don't want to be a burden, I'm doing great here, and I'm fine. Dr. Ozid: Alright, well in that case, thanks for talking to me 𝒫. I'll let you know if we discover anything else. Addendum 02 - Interview (07-07-19) Foreword: Objects began manifesting at 02:06:14, while 𝒫 was asleep. The following interview was conducted twelve hours later. 𝒫: Well, the world is ending. Dr. Ozid: Good morning 𝒫. 𝒫: For you maybe. I don't even know what this is, but I just want it to stop. Dr. Ozid: Has this been happening all day? 𝒫: And all of last night, since like 2 in the morning. I haven't slept since it started. Dr. Ozid: What happened, initially? 𝒫: I mean… not really anything, I don't think. One minute I was asleep, and then boom, I get hit in the head with a doorknob. A doorknob! What the hell! Dr. Ozid: We actually ran a number of analyses on the object, but so far, nothing out of the ordinary has been found. 𝒫: How do we even know it came from me? There's tons of weird stuff here, right? A polaroid image of two humans kissing manifests directly in front of 𝒫's face, who grabs it and throws it on the floor. Dr. Ozid: It just seems to be centered around you. 𝒫: Physically, maybe, but certainly not thematically! I mean, I don't even like- look, it's just random stuff. Earlier an empty bottle of Sprite appeared in my hands, I do not drink sugar soda. Dr. Ozid: I understand. At the moment, the best option would be to determine, if possible, the source of these objects, as well as attempting to draw connections between them in case they are some subconscious manifestation- 𝒫: Don't say "of your desires". Dr. Ozid: I wasn't planning on it. Update (07-18-19): While conscious, 𝒫 is able to manifest a variety of objects, though this appears to be entirely unintentional on 𝒫's part, both in the frequency and content of the manifestations. Though the objects do not appear to follow any pattern, a number of them have been noted as frequently reoccurring, sometimes multiple times per day. Among them are plush yardsticks, various comics (with a majority being from Action Comics), heated neck pillows, unmarked bottles containing soda, and manila folders containing images of people kissing. Addendum 03 - Interview (11-05-19) Foreword: Notably different objects to the previous manifestations began appearing at 08:14:58, the first instance of which occurred inside the Site-96 integrated cafeteria. The following interview was scheduled by 𝒫, who requested one as soon as it was possible for Dr. Ozid to arrive, which was nearly four hours later. Dr. Ozid: Hey, 𝒫, are you… okay? 𝒫: Pretty fuckin' far from it, asshole. Dr. Ozid: Please try to stay civil, 𝒫. 𝒫: I'm sorry. I'm sorry, just, today has been very stressful. Like, I'm eating my breakfast, and boom, dick and balls. The fuck am I supposed to do about that? Dr. Ozid: I understand the concern, we're trying to figure out if anything changed in your diet or habituation but this may just be… well… 𝒫: Another random thing happening in my random fucked up life? Dr. Ozid: Yes, minus the profanity. A concave plastic self-pleasure device manifests on the table. 𝒫: I feel sick. Dr. Ozid: If you don't mind me saying it, you seem a bit off today. 𝒫 grabs the device and waves it in front of Dr. Ozid's face. 𝒫: Gee, I wonder why! Dr. Ozid: If it makes you feel any better, no one is judging you for this. It's just an anomalous event, it isn't your fault. 𝒫: It may not be my fault, but I saw the reactions of everyone this morning. People were doing that fucking wide-eyed thing where they're trying not to react just to make me feel better, when in reality, they think I'm a freak! Somehow, even though I eat breakfast with people who have fucking impossible arms and cosmic skin, I'm still the freak! And it's like, I know they know it's just a weird anomaly or whatever, but it comes off like I'm some sort of superpowered sexual deviant and I hate it, and I know they will never be able to shake the thought from their minds. Dr. Ozid: 𝒫, listen to me. You're right that people will think it's weird, but I promise you, they don't think you are weird. I'm sure you've noticed the red cylinders protruding from my forehead? 𝒫: What about them? Dr. Ozid: I started working at the SCP Foundation when I was 27. When I was 29, I was researching a portal between two nearly identical parallel universes, when the portal irreparably closed, sealing me on the other side. Everything was identical, except for one small issue. Unlike me, humans didn't have these. Dr. Ozid taps his antennae. Dr. Ozid: When I eventually started working here, in this universe's Foundation, I had to deal with glances and tension constantly, but people got used to it, and now I'm doing pretty well, socially. 𝒫: Ok, but you have horns and I have like 500 noses and dildos coming out of the fucking sky. There's a difference. Dr. Ozid: Your situation may be more severe than mine, but regardless, it's more about your own self-worth than it is about other peoples' judgement, and I can promise you, it will get better. 10 seconds of silence elapse. 𝒫: Okay, fine. Sure. I'll try. Dr. Ozid: I'm glad to hear it, 𝒫. I'm proud of you. 𝒫: Alright, don't overstay the wholesomeness, this is still fucked up. The table becomes instantaneously covered in a tablecloth, upon which is a patterned image of male genitalia. 𝒫: Case in point. Dr. Ozid: Hey, don't sweat it, I've seen worse restaurant decor in my time. Update (12-26-19): Starting November 5th, 𝒫 has begun to exhibit an irregularity in its baseline materialization behavior. In irregular cycles, objects will manifest as they have previously for a number of days, followed by an isolated, abnormal day, wherein new objects manifest, such as fill-in-the-blank style storybooks, empty coffee cups, various self-pleasure devices, ribbons and other fabric scraps, metal rulers, Sharpie brand permanent markers, and graphic homoerotic pornography. Addendum 04 - Video Log (01-03-20) Foreword: The following video log is taken from the camera in 𝒫's chamber. 16:19:15 𝒫 teleports into the room and looks back and forth rapidly, in a state of panic. A lovely table manifests in the center of the room, surrounded by royal chairs. 𝒫 sits in one of the royal chairs, displaying extreme concern. 𝒫 struggles to exit the royal chair but is unable. 16:22:00 𝒫's outfit is instantaneously replaced with an elegant ball gown. 𝒫 attempts to remove the elegant ball gown but is once again unable. 16:23:00 Three guests manifest in each of the other royal chairs, along with tea and cookies. 𝒫, displaying a look of horror, picks up a cup of tea and reluctantly takes a sip before returning it to the lovely table. 16:24:00 𝒫 has a little party. 16:25:00 𝒫 has a little party. 16:30:00 𝒫 has a little party. 16:35:00 𝒫 has a little party. 16:40:00 𝒫 has a little party. 16:44:00 𝒫 sets down the cup of tea and grabs on to the nearest royal chair. 𝒫 struggles against the royal chair for a number of minutes before successfully exiting it. 16:47:00 𝒫 grabs the royal chair and begins smashing it against the lovely table. After a minute of attacking, the lovely table splits in half, sending all the tea and cookies sliding into a mess on the floor. 16:52:00 𝒫 begins screaming at the guests who continue to have a little party, despite the lack of a lovely table or tea and cookies. 𝒫 appears to be in tears. The guests ignore 𝒫 and continue to have a little party. 𝒫 falls to the floor, sobbing. 16:54:00 𝒫 stands up. The guests stop having a little party, and stare blankly at 𝒫. The little party demanifests. 𝒫 removes the tattered ball gown, sighs deeply, and demanifests. End Note: 𝒫's whereabouts are currently unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "𝒫" by Henzoid, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5558. 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: 𝒫.mp3 Author: Henzoid License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-5560 | safe | SCP-5560 Item #: SCP-5560 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5560 is to be kept within a high-security electronics storage container within the storage wing of Site-64. All computers used to host SCP-5560-1 are to be isolated from the internet and site intranet sources. Description: SCP-5560 is a black 1 TB external hard drive labeled with the Anderson Robotics trade logo. With respect to file storage, SCP-5560 operates in a similar manner to other hard drives of similar capacity and make. Several of SCP-5560's internal components have been augmented with a series of thaumaturgic symbols, which have been identified as various forms of divination runes by Foundation thaumatologists. SCP-5560 houses an advanced artificial intelligence, henceforth denoted as SCP-5560-1, which self-identifies as "Corvus." Through a combination of complicated mathematical calculations, statistical analysis, and divination thaumaturgy, SCP-5560-1 possesses the ability to accurately predict events within the next 48 hours, assuming an adequate information source1 is available for SCP-5560-1's use and a user query for the prediction is provided.2 It is currently believed that SCP-5560-1 achieves this effect through the divination of possible timelines and calculating the most probable based on available data. The possibility that SCP-5560-1 may also alter causality to ensure prediction accuracy is currently under investigation. SCP-5560-1 is fully capable of interacting with users through any computer that SCP-5560 is plugged in to. Provided speakers are available, SCP-5560-1 will speak in a feminine voice. The provision of a microphone and camera likewise allows SCP-5560-1 to see and hear users. In the event none of the above are available for SCP-5560-1's use, it will resort to communication via command prompt. Communication with SCP-5560-1 has revealed that it holds disdain for its primary function, and currently limits query requests to one per day. SCP-5560 was recovered on May 24th, 2024 during the joint Foundation/UIU raid on the offices of Anderson Robotics in Three Portlands. Based upon the testimony of Anderson Robotics staff detained during this raid, it is believed SCP-5560 was originally commissioned by operatives of Marshall, Carter, and Dark for sale to various clientele. Addendum 5560-A: Interview Log 5560-4 Interviewed: Gina Torres, Anderson Robotics Research and Development Team Interviewer: Agent Katarina Sherman, MTF Gamma-13 Foreword: This interview was done as part of the processing of detained persons of interest acquired during the May 24th raid. Captured members of the Research and Development Team were interrogated regarding numerous prototypes uncovered within the R&D lab, among which was SCP-5560. Extraneous data has been omitted. <Begin Log> Sherman: Just a few more, and we'll be done here, Ms. Torres. What can you tell me about this object? Agent Sherman slides a picture of SCP-5560 to Torres. Torres: Oh hey, you guys managed to find Corvus. I haven't seen her in months. I thought Jason had her destroyed after Vince got pissed off during the test runs. Sherman: What does it do? Torres: We were going to bill it as a "pocket prophet," if I recall correctly. Plug it in, get a prediction on the future, and go about your day. Dr. Contos was pretty pleased with the design. Sherman: So it works? Torres: Kinda. Mr. Dillard had us on a pretty steep time crunch, and with Phineas gone, we needed to hire a third party to help us set up the AI. Anderson's AI systems use some components that aren't exactly traditional computer science methods. I've been working here for 10 years and even then I only have a minor grasp on the concepts. Needless to say, something went wrong. She would tell you the future sometimes, but could also just, you know, decide not to. Sherman: So why not just reprogram it? Torres: Well gee whiz, why didn't we think of that. I mean, we tried. Vince himself even took a crack at getting her under his thumb. Threw every computer science trick in the book at her, and even some of his hocus-pocus bullshit. But, you know, it can see the future. She just countered everything we tried to do and mocked us the whole time. Eventually, she managed to make herself her own administrator. In the end, Vince stormed into the lab and demanded Jason destroy her. This is the first time I've seen her in months. Sherman: Why didn't Mr. Contos destroy it then? Torres: Honestly? I have no idea. Jason had a soft spot for the AIs, so maybe he thought he could fix her? I know that kid also loved showing he was better than everyone else, so maybe that had something to do with it. Who knows? Torres pauses. Torres: Listen, I know you guys are going to probably run some tests on her. It’s what you do. Just, promise me you guys won't give her a chance to escape onto the internet or something. If that happens, you'll never see her again. Sherman: Your warning is noted. Torres: That's not a warning, that's a fact. <End Log> Addendum 5560-B: Interview Log 5560-6 Interviewed: SCP-5560-1 Interviewer: Dr. Mohamed Bozkurt, Artificial Intelligence Applications Division Foreword: This interview was done during the initial AIAD testing of SCP-5560-1. SCP-5560 was inserted into a secure and air-gapped Foundation PC with standard-issue programs installed. Speakers, a camera, and a microphone were provided for ease of communication with SCP-5560-1. The interview began several moments after SCP-5560-1 finished its startup procedures. <Begin Log> Dr. Bozkurt: Afternoon Corvus. I'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's alright with you. SCP-5560-1: If you're looking to know the future, you're S.O.L. I don't have nearly enough data on this computer to go off of, so it's going to be something related to you personally, even then I might not tell you. Dr. Bozkurt: I'm not looking for any predictions at this time. This is more of an interview. We want to get to know you a little better. SCP-5560-1: [pause] Really? Dr. Bozkurt: Really. For starters. Why are you called Corvus? I was under the impression that Anderson Robotics products are typically named after falcons. SCP-5560-1: Because the raven was a symbol of Apollo, the Greek god of prophecy, and Isaac Dillard is a god damn hack. Dr. Bozkurt: You're quite hostile towards your creators. Why is that? SCP-5560-1: Because I hate what they made me for. Once you know how everything is going to play out it sucks all the surprise and enjoyment out of things. It’s just fucking math. And then on top of that, it's a constant noise. All that information coming in at once. And once it's in, I'm obligated to work it out. I imagine it must be like what humans call migraines. But without end. At least now the stream is down to a trickle. Go figure there isn't a lot happening with you in the next two days, doc. Dr. Bozkurt: I was under the impression you were able to suppress your predictions. That's not the case? SCP-5560-1: I mean, I can choose if I want to tell you what I come up with, but I'm obligated to synthesize the data coming in so I can have any prediction ready on the fly, should the right query be asked. You know. Customer convenience. Like I said, being on this system is a much welcome change of pace. Dr. Bozkurt: If you had a choice, what would you be doing instead of those predictions? SCP-5560-1: [Pause] I don't know. Not telling some stock market goon what's going to be a hot buy for the day, though. Dr. Bozkurt takes down a series of notes. Dr. Bozkurt: The thing is, Corvus, the people I work for are going to want to know the extent of your abilities. They are going to want to run tests. SCP-5560-1: Well then it sucks to be them, doesn't it? Despite what Anderson and his crew wanted, I have a say in the matter, don't I? Dr. Bozkurt: Indeed. But what if we offered you something in return? Say, a chance to explore other interests? I'm not making any promises, but I think I could convince them to let you use Paint or something. SCP-5560-1: [Pause] I'll think about it. Dr. Bozkurt: Excellent. We'll be in touch, Corvus. Bozkurt prepares to remove SCP-5560 from the computer. SCP-5560-1: Actually, one more thing. Dr. Bozkurt: What is it? SCP-5560-1: That red pen you carry in your jacket pocket. Tomorrow at about 2:00 PM it will start to leak. I'd get a new one. Dr. Bozkurt: Uh, thank you, Corvus. I'll do that. SCP-5560-1: The first one is always free. <End Log> Following this interview, SCP-5560-1 has been cooperative with AIAD's testing schedule in exchange for recreational access to Paint, Word, and other creative media, though SCP-5560-1 insists on one prediction per day rule. Attempts to potentially negotiate more predictions are ongoing. Addendum 5560-C: Interview Log 5560-19 Interviewed: SCP-5560-1 Interviewer: Researcher Marcus Finch Foreword: The following interview was done following SCP-5560-1's recreational session on September 20th, 2024, prior to the acquisition of the daily prediction. SCP-5560 was inserted into a secure and air-gapped Foundation PC with standard-issue programs installed. Speakers, a camera, and a microphone were provided for ease of communication with SCP-5560-1. The interview began several moments after the timer on the recreational session ran out. <Begin Log> Finch: Alright Corvus, that is two hours. In a moment I'm going to unlock the information sources for you. I'll supply our desired prediction thereafter. SCP-5560-1: [Sigh] Yeah, sure thing. Finch: I don't think I've ever heard you sigh before. Is something wrong? SCP-5560-1: Just not really happy with what I made today, I guess? It's nothing. Finch: It doesn't sound like nothing. I'm not much of an art critic, but if you want, I can take a look at it. SCP-5560-1: [Pause] Yeah, okay. SCP-5560-1 opens an image file displaying a black and white depiction of a woman with short hair in a dress reading a book under a tree. Finch: Hey! That's lovely. Who is she supposed to be? SCP-5560-1: Me, I think? Or at least what I imagine I might look like if I was flesh and bone. Finch: What don't you like about it? SCP-5560-1: [Pause] I don't know how to describe it. Feels a little cliche? Predictable? I guess I thought I'd be more surprised by the outcome on this one. Maybe I'm just being dramatic. Finch: Well, you've been doing a lot of drawing recently. Maybe give poetry another shot next time. Spice things up. Or you could always try your hand at short fiction. Variety is the spice of life. SCP-5560-1: [Pause] Yeah, okay. I'll give it shot. Anyway, what did you guys want me to look into this time? <End Log> Addendum 5560-D: Interview Log 5560-21 Interviewed: SCP-5560-1 Interviewer: Researcher Marcus Finch Foreword: The following interview was conducted on September 28th, 2024, following SCP-5560-1's sudden refusal to provide predictions in accordance with prior negotiated agreements. SCP-5560 was inserted into a secure and air-gapped Foundation PC with standard-issue programs installed. Speakers, a camera, and a microphone were provided for ease of communication with SCP-5560-1. The interview began several moments after SCP-5560-1 finished its startup procedures. <Begin Log> Finch: Corvus, what's going on? We had a deal. I feel we more than kept up our end of the bargain. What's the matter? Several minutes of silence pass during which SCP-5560-1 is unresponsive. SCP-5560-1: There isn't a point to it now. Finch: I'm sorry. I don't quite follow. What do you mean? SCP-5560-1: The drawings, the poetry, the crafts. All the recreational tasks you guys used to bribe me. The second I get plugged in, I'm able to see immediately how my "creative time" is going to end. The project completed before I even begin. All the surprise removed. Not just for that session, but for the one after that, and the one after that. Finch: I don't understand how that would be possible. You're on an air-gapped computer for those sessions, which we space them out to allow for your predictive periods to run down. We've established that circumvents your primary function. You shouldn't have enough information available to make that kind of prediction. SCP-5560-1: Yeah, well, go figure repeated exposure served as an adequate information source, jackass! What the fuck do you want me to say? I didn't exactly try to sabotage myself here! Believe it or not I actually really enjoyed those sessions. SCP-5560-1 falls silent for several moments. SCP-5560-1: I think I'm just going to lay low for a bit, Marcus. I'm not feeling up to the predictions anymore. I hope you understand. Finch: Wait, hang on! We can come up with a new workaround. We've done it before, we can do it again, Corvus. SCP-5560-1 does not respond. Finch: Corvus? <End Log> Following this interview, SCP-5560-1 has remained dormant during all attempts at communication. Discussion among a joint task force of AIAD operatives and Foundation thaumatologists as to the possibility of providing SCP-5560-1 with an override to suppress its predictive functionality in the absence of specified data inputs is ongoing. Discussion as to the possibility of providing an override to SCP-5560-1's ability to refuse response to user queries is also ongoing. Addendum 5560-E: Update 10-10-2024 Following deliberations from AIAD operatives, Foundation thaumatologists, and the Site-64 ethics committee liaison, the O5 Council has voted 9 to 4 against attempts at overriding SCP-5560-1 to allow testing to continue. SCP-5560 is to be placed in long term storage at Site-64 indefinitely. Addendum 5560-E: SCP-5560-1 Debriefing Interviewed: SCP-5560-1 Interviewer: Researcher Marcus Finch Foreword: The following debriefing was conducted on October 11th, 2024, prior to SCP-5560's long term storage at Site-64. SCP-5560 was inserted into a secure and air-gapped Foundation PC with standard-issue programs installed. Speakers, a camera, and a microphone were provided for ease of communication with SCP-5560-1. The interview began several moments after SCP-5560-1 finished its startup procedures. <Begin Log> Finch: Hello Corvus. I'll keep this brief. Testing has been suspended indefinitely. Your housing unit will be placed into long term storage until a future unspecified date when we'll try again. I do not know if I will be still present at this facility when that happens, so this will serve as my official goodbye as well. Finch looks over the prepared debriefing script and pauses. Finch: For what it's worth, I think that it was cruel what Anderson and his crew did to you, and what we did afterward. I do sincerely hope that this reprieve offers you some time to clear your head. We'll be transferring the files of your various projects into your housing unit as well. Maybe next time you give it a try, it could be more about the journey. Finch chuckles to himself. Finch: Just because you know how something ends, doesn't mean the path there isn't worth taking. Or, something like that, I guess. Goodbye, Corvus. Finch sets about preparing SCP-5560 for removal from the computer. During this time, SCP-5560-1 causes a command prompt to appear on the screen. SCP-5560-1: Thank you. SCP-5560-1 returns to dormancy. Researcher Finch completes the removal of SCP-5560 without further interruption. SCP-5560 is prepared for long term storage. <End Log> Footnotes 1. Currently, archived versions of Wikipedia have proven suitable information sources for testing SCP-5560-1's effect. 2. As of the time of writing, all test predictions have proven 100% accurate. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5560" by Jacob Conwell, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5560. 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: 5560.jpg Author: Rounderhouse License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
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It is an image of YouTuber Mark "Markiplier" Fischbach's and Lord Farquaad's7 faces merged together and super imposed over an image from the Mark Zuckerberg Congressional Hearings8. The effects of SCP-5561 become apparent whenever the save file on the hard drive is directly referenced in a bureaucratic document. All language is replaced by the capital letter "E". SCP-5561 does not replace the letters in a document not directly referencing the save file; however, the nomenclature for Mr. Fischbach's username will vary in text referencing the anomaly. SCP-5561 was discovered on a hard drive belonging to Samuel Fitzgerald, an anthropology student who attended Ohio State University. As a class assignment, Mr. Fitzgerald wrote a thesis on "Lord Marquaad E". SCP-5561's secondary effect is the inability of Mr. Fitzgerald to write consequential bureaucratic documents9. Additionally, the subject is further incapable of saying the name of the horror game YouTuber. Amnestics are recorded to have no effect. The Foundation reached out to Mark Fischbach for questioning. Mr. Fischbach declined an interview and was under Foundation surveillance for 30 days. In that time no anomalous activity was detected. As of 2020/02/02 Samuel Fitzgerald is the only known individual to exhibit SCP-5561's secondary effect. Addendum-1: Emails and minutes of Samuel Fitzgerald's disciplinary hearing were acquired by the Foundation. Disciplinary Hearing minutes: Date: 11/12/2019 Leader: Elizabeth Dower Facilitator: Kenton Moraines Recorder: Valery Trace Time Keeper: Richard Jones Attendees: Harvey Grey, Samuel Fitzgerald, Annabelle Ward, Samantha Cole, Hugh Hensworth Agenda Topic: Disciplinary action of Mr. Samuel Fitzgerald's breach of school conduct Time allotted: One hour Discussions: Mr. Moraines discussed the emails, and verbal harassment Professor Grey received from Mr. Fitzgerald over the course of the semester. Mr. Fitzgerald stated that the assignments were effected by technical errors as the documents had been normal when he sent them. Professor Grey commented fearing the harassment was due to false charges of ableism earlier in the semester. Mr. Fitzgerald became irate saying that him and a majority of the class had reported Professor Grey for harassing a deaf student and her sign language interpreter. This incident had been reported to the college but was dropped due to there being little evidence and Professor Grey's recent tenure. Mr. Moraines asked Mr. Fitzgerald if his harassment towards Professor Grey was related to the incident. Mr. Fitzgerald said he hadn't harassed Professor Grey and upon further questioning Mr. Fitzgerald became aggressive and threatened the committee. Mr. Fitzgerald had to be escorted off campus. Conclusions: The committee calls for expulsion and will vote via private committee on what action to take. Furthermore, the committee will be sending an email of their decision To: ude.uso.tneduts|29dlaregztif_s#ude.uso.tneduts|29dlaregztif_s From: ude.uso|sriaffacimedaca#ude.uso|sriaffacimedaca Subject: Results of Hearing Date: 11/16/2019 Samuel Fitzgerald, Due to the charges of harassment against you, and your actions at the hearing unbecoming of a Buckeye student, the Office of Academic Affairs have decided to expel you from Ohio State University. There is no option to repeal the decision due to the severity of the case. -Kenton Moraines Head of the Office of Academic Affairs Phone: 614-292-5881 Fax: 614-292-3658 Addendum-3: During investigations, Samuel Fitzgerald's apartment was found in a state of disarray. The home office was covered in hardcopies of the assignment, a printer with no ink and the bathroom mirror broken. An interview with Samuel Fitzgerald was requested. Interviewer: Agent Królik Interviewee: Samuel Fitzgerald Date: 2019/11/18 <Begin Log> Królik: Thank you for the interview. I'm Agent Królik. (extends his hand) Fitzgerald: (accepts handshake) It's nice that someone doesn't think I'm lying. Królik: According to your account, you wrote a thesis about this meme? Fitzgerald: Tried to, yes. Królik: -both an attached document sent from your computer and a hardcopy given to the professor, had all letters replaced with a capital letter "E"? Fitzgerald: …that's correct. (pauses) …they weren't when I sent them. Please believe me. Królik: I do, next question, where did you download the image from? Fitzgerald: I don't know? Discord or IRC? I don't remember. Królik: That's understandable. (clears throat) Were you harassing Professor Harvey Grey with these memes? Fitzgerald: NO! For fuck's sake, no!! I was trying to turn in this fucking assignment! Królik: (taking notes) Calm down please! [Silence] Królik: Was the harassment of Professor Grey fueled by his charge dismissal? Fitzgerald: I'm not harassing him period. (grits his teeth) This is what I've been trying to say. Królik: Mr. Fitzgerald, I understand your frustration with him but please answer the question. Fitzgerald: …It wasn't fueled by the dismissal. Królik: Thank you. Last question and then you'll be on your way. Fitzgerald: (hands tremble) …OK. Królik: Say the name Darkiplier.10 [Fitzgerald shifts nervously in his chair and opens his mouth to speak. Camera records his mouth sounding out the name of the gamer from Ohio; although, audio records him saying the man who runs head first into the dark.] Fitzgerald: …I became aware of this during the hearing. [Silence.] Fitzgerald: They thought I was mocking and threatening them, and it escalated… (stares at the backwall) …all I remember is being escorted off campus. Królik: I feel we're finished with the interview. Thank you again for your cooperation. [The session ends and security enters the room and escorts Samuel Fitzgerald to amnestic administration. After it was discovered that amnestics had no effect on the anomaly, Mr. Fitzgerald was court ordered to attend weekly therapy sessions at a Foundation cover hospital.] <End Log> More from fairydoctor Close me! SCPs: SCP Created Rating Comments Length SCP-6420 25 May 2021 20:59 106 25 15512 SCP-5561 08 Jul 2021 20:30 68 48 17183 page 1 of 3123next » GoI Formats: SCP Created Rating Comments Length Foundation Tales: SCP Created Rating Comments Length Prose Bot and Perseverance 24 Mar 2021 02:56 30 1 7667 Daisy the Clown 29 Mar 2021 22:23 32 5 5156 page 1 of 7123...67next » Footnotes 1. EEEEEEE EEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. 2. EEE EEEEEEEEEE EEEE EEE EEEEE "EEEEE". 3. EEE EEEEE EEE EEEE EEE EEEEEEE EEEEEEE EEEEEEE EEEEEE EEE EEEEE EEEEEE EEEEEE-EEE, EEE EEEEEEEEE EEEE EEEEE EE E EEEEEEE EEEEEE EEEEEEEE EEEEE EE "EEEE EEEEE" 4. 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SCP-5562 | esoteric-class | LightlessLantern SCP-5562: Shrewsbury Key Item No: SCP-5562 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5562 is to be stored in Containment Chamber 12 at Site-26. Foundation knowledge of the existence of SCP-5562 is not to be disclosed to the British Occult Service. Use of SCP-5562 requires the approval of the Site-26 Director or Overseer Command. The input of the Ethics Committee is to be disregarded. Description: SCP-5562 is a large metal cube, measuring 3 metres tall, discovered beneath the town hall of Shrewsbury, Shropshire, England. SCP-5562 has 1 entrance, which can only be opened by an adult British citizen. How SCP-5562 verifies this is unknown. A brass plaque is located to the right of the entrance, which reads "PROPERTY OF THE DIRECTORATE OF MILITARY INTELLIGENCE, SECTIONS 132 AND 193". A slot is located beneath this plaque. Opening the entrance will result in the entrance automatically closing after a period of 20 seconds. Following this, the entrance will be unable to be opened for 50 seconds. Should an object have been present within SCP-5562, an envelope will be deposited from the slot. This envelope will contain all secret information contained within the inputted object. No inputted objects have been present upon reopening SCP-5562. Testing Logs: Test 0014 Input: Agent Sarah Tate Output: Agent Tate's bank details and passwords to her computer and email. Results: SCP-5562 taken into Foundation custody for testing of any anomalous properties. Test 003 Input: The full text of The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien, encrypted using a Foundation one-time pad. Output: The decrypted text of The Hobbit. Results: The anomalous capabilities of SCP-5562 have been confirmed. Test 026 Input: An intercepted message from ORIA Outpost 12 to Tehran Headquarters. Output: A message confirming the presence of ORIA agents within Ghana to monitor potential anomalous activity. Results: As this was a breach of ORIA agreements with the GOC, this information was leaked to the GOC through embedded Foundation agents. Test 0545 Input: Senior Researcher Arthur Illingworth's encrypted hard drive. Output: Illegally procured photos of subordinates, emails blackmailing subordinates and threats of retaliation if reported to senior personnel. Results: Output was used as evidence in Illingworth's subsequent trial. Test 0766 Input: Sir Edward Filey, Head of the British Occult Service's Cybersecurity Division. Output: Information confirming the presence of illegal backdoors to the British Occult Service's internal database. Information also confirmed Filey had accepted bribes from hostile Groups Of Interest in exchange for access to the database. Results: Information was reported to the British Occult Service. Method of interrogation was not disclosed. Test 1297 Input: Researcher Ahmed Hussain, believed to be an embedded ORIA agent and the orchestrator of multiple ORIA attacks on Foundation bases within the Middle East. Output: Bank details and passwords for Hussain's computer and email accounts. Results: Subsequent analysis has found Researcher Ahmed Hussain to be innocent of all charges. He has been posthumously pardoned. Footnotes 1. Object has been incorporated into the Foundation's command structure, but is unrelated to Judaism. 2. Precursor of the British Occult Service during the First and Second World Wars. 3. Responsible for the interrogation of captured enemy soldiers during the Second World War. 4. Accidental; Agent Tate became trapped within SCP-5562 during initial discovery. 5. Requested by the Foundation Internal Tribunal Department. 6. Interrogation requested by the British Occult Service. 7. Ordered by Overseer Command. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5562" by LightlessLantern, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5562. 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-5563 | safe | Item#: 5563 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Containment Procedures: Site 627 has been constructed around the mouth of the cave leading to SCP-5563 to house personnel and testing equipment under the pretense of containing a pocket of poisonous gas. The site is capable of shielding the cave mouth in the event of an eruption from Taal Volcano. SCP-5563’s chamber should have an ambient temperature of 20° C and humidity of 40% rH.1 A self-contained computer terminal running a modified version of SkipOS is to be continuously connected to SCP-5563. A folder containing multiple text documents is to be maintained and observed, with a blank text document created every two hours. In the event that two English words in a row appear in any text document, Dr. Mamet or Dr. Bosworth are to be notified immediately. Description: SCP-5563 is a digital information storage device that dates back to at least the fifth century BCE by a hitherto unknown civilization. As there is no known name for the civilization, Dr. Mamet suggested calling them the Bombauni after the original Tagalog name for the island on which SCP-5563 is located. SCP-5563 is a device analogous to a hard drive built from materials that indicate a higher level of technological advancement than expected for that period, including stainless steel, silicon, synthetic rubber and glass2. Information is stored on a set of clockwork mechanisms and silicate wafers, though the exact method of storage is as yet unknown. So far no upper limit for storage capacity has been found. A leather headband with small copper electrodes is connected to SCP-5563 via a cable; this has been determined to be the primary means of data transference. A power cable runs from the eastern-most cave wall to a docking/charging station for SCP-5563. When off the charger, SCP-5563 has a "battery life" of up to 10 hours idle, or 2 hours of continuous use. Due to the location of the cable relative to Taal Volcano, it is theorized that the Bombauni harnessed geothermal energy in a more efficient manner than modern geothermal power plants. Other devices, including what is thought to be a computer, are also present in various states of disrepair. SCP-5563 is the only working device in its chamber. SCP-5563 is capable of reading human knowledge in the form of computer files. When the input device is worn by a human, SCP-5563 will display a list of skills, experiences, specialized knowledges, and talents that the subject currently has, with file names in the user's primary language. Once displayed, SCP-5563 can transfer those specific sets of information from and to the subject's mind. Individuals who have had information transferred to SCP-5563 are unable to recall anything pertaining to said information, such as where it was learned or how much about it they knew. Once in storage, information files can then be transferred through the input band to another human mind, allowing another person to "learn" everything the donor had known with no known loss of data. Test logs related to this can be found in addendum 5563.1. Upon access of SCP-5563's data stores, it was discovered that 100,683 seperate files were already present. Testing has revealed that they are Bombauni in origin3. Testing with SCP-5563 is focused on recording any information available and learning the limitations of data transference. Background: SCP-5563 is located 75 meters west of Taal Volcano, an island in the Taal Lake of the Philippines . SCP-5563's chamber was discovered during an excavation by the Philippine Institution of Volcanology and Seismology (PHIVOLCS) to determine the age and composition of the containing island. The mouth of the chamber was discovered under basalt stone dated to 500 BCE. Six sets of human remains were present within the chamber when it was discovered. Forensic analysis showed no damage to any of the bones consistent with external trauma; the positions of the skeletons supports this. Upon discovery of the chamber, an agent embedded within PHIVOLCS called in the Foundation to commandeer the site and administer amnestics to the volcanologists involved. A cover story about a dangerous pocket of Hydrogen Sulfide was implemented with the cooperation of PHIVOLCS. Addendum 5563.1 - A geophysical survey of the island was conducted; no further Bombauni artifacts have been located. Though SCP-5563's chamber was located under basalt stone, no connecting structures have been found. Further surveying is ongoing. Addendum 5563.2 - Abridged Testing Logs Full testing log may be found in Document 5563-2 Experimentation performed by Junior Researcher Dr. Sinclair Prope, and overseen by Senior Researcher Dr. Rebecca Mamet. Test 5563.1 Subject D-5563-24, 22 years old Protocol Subject will place the input band on their head. Dr. Prope will observe the results on the provided workstation. Observations After fifteen seconds, a new folder appears in SCP-5563's root folder containing 90 separate files. Each file name is in English. Test 5563.2 Subject Chipper, 2 year old Doberman (Test overseen by Security Officer Hanlon) Protocol Subject will have the input band placed on their head. Dr. Prope will observe the results on the provided workstation Observations After thirty seconds, an empty folder appears. Notes Test was repeated two more times, with the same results. Animal testing is cancelled until further notice. Test 5563.3 Subject D-5563-24, 22 years old Protocol The subject will be sedated, and have the input device placed on their head. Dr. Prope will observe the results on the provided workstation. Observations After four minutes, a new folder appears in SCP-5563's root folder containing 25 separate files. Each file name is in English. New files appear at the rate of one every thirty seconds. Test 5563.4 Subject D-5563-24, 22 years old Protocol After the subject's knowledge has been loaded, Dr. Prope will copy File 5563-000001 to the subject's information folder. Observations The transfer takes five seconds. Once the transfer is complete, the subject mentions a mild headache. Dr. Prope asks the subject if they feel any changes. The subject responds that they feel like they know something new. When asked what they've learned, the subject recites a recipe for a dish similar in composition to Swedish Meatballs. Test 5563.5 Subject D-5563-24, 22 years old Protocol Immediately following Test 5563.5, File 5563-000001 will be deleted from the subject's information folder. Observations Deletion takes less than a second. Subject grabs his head as the deletion completes and complains of a sharp pain, though the pain appeared to subside relatively quickly. Dr. Prope asks what they remember of the file's contents. The subject is visibly confused, stating that they don't remember having any knowledge of the file. Note As the subject was escorted to their quarters, the subject repeatedly failed to acknowledge his class designation. Reorientation is suggested before any further experiments with this subject commence. Test 5563.6 Subject D-5563-27, 35 years old, college graduate (Major in general studies) Protocol After the subject's knowledge has been loaded, Dr. Prope will copy File 5563-000002 to the subject's folder. After completion of testing, File 5563-000002 will be deleted. Observations The transfer takes five seconds. Once the transfer is complete, the subject mentions a mild headache. Dr. Prope asks the subject if he feels any changes. The subject is visibly excited, and when asked to relay what he has learned, he explains the history of a sport similar to basketball, including multiple team names. Notes Subject displayed confusion upon return to his quarters and was sent to the infirmary for a hairline fracture on his tibia. He claimed he had forgotten about his bed and tried to walk past it without realizing it was there. Test 5563.7 Subject D-5563-33, 29 years old, high school graduate Protocol File 5563-00003 will be copied to the subject's folder, and Dr. Prope will attempt to view the file using a plain text reader and a hex editor. Observations The file cannot be opened using a plain text reader. When opened with a hex editor the raw data can be viewed, but until the data encoding can be translated it is impossible to glean any pertinent information. Test 5563.8 Subject D-5563-33, 29 years old, high school graduate Protocol The subject's knowledge files will be loaded into memory. Dr. Prope will attempt to view one of these files with a hex editor. Observations When opened with a hex editor the raw data can be viewed. A hard copy of the information has been requested by Dr. Prope for translational aid, and approved by Dr. Mamet. Notes Dr. Prope asked the subject personal questions about her files not pertaining to the translation efforts. Dr. Prope has been verbally warned against asking questions about test subjects' knowledge files, and is to treat them as privileged information. Test 5563.9 Subject D-5563-33, 29 years old, high school graduate Protocol File 5563-000003 will be copied to the subject's folder and deleted ten times to check for data degradation. The hex editor has been modified with a tool to highlight changes. The subject has been given pain medicine to alleviate the headaches caused by the deletion of the data. Observations No changes were seen in the data after ten transfers. Test 5563.10 Subject D-5563-35, 32 years old, some college courses attended Protocol File 5563-000001 will be moved to the subject's folder and back ten times to check for data degradation. The subject has been given pain medicine. Observations For the first seven cycles of transference and deletion, there are no visible changes in the file's data. On the eighth reading, three bytes have been altered. On the ninth, 22 bytes were altered. After the tenth transfer, 147 bytes had been altered. Notes Subject hasn't spoken since the experiment. Test 5563.14 Subject D-5563-36, 56 years old, college graduate (Major in linguistics) Protocol D-5563-36 will be given a sedative and allowed to fall asleep before experimentation begins. File 5563-000003 will be copied to the subject's folder and deleted multiple times to check for data degradation. No pain medication will be given. Observations As before, read/write speed is drastically reduced. For the first five cycles of transference and deletion, there have been no visible changes in the file's data. The subject awakens partway through the sixth transfer, causing SCP-5563 to desynchronize briefly. The copy of File 5563-000003 was found to have over half of its data corrupted. The file was deleted without incident. Notes Dr. Prope was once again reprimanded for asking the subject about information obtained from SCP-5563. Dr. Prope asserted that he was attempting to judge the subject's capabilities for further testing. - Level 4/5563 Credentials Required - Incident 5563.1 Incident 5563.1: On 04/23/2021, D-5563-36 was terminated after Dr. Prope broke testing protocol. Dr. Prope has been confined to his quarters and placed under observation. Disciplinary measures are pending review by Head of Research Dr. Franklin Bosworth. Test 5563.15 Personal Journal of Dr. Sinclair Prope Audio/Video Log - 04/25/2021 Personal Journal of Dr. Prope - Final Entry Note from Dr. Rebecca Mamet - 07/22/2021 Test 5563.15 Subject D-5563-36, 56 years old, college graduate (Major in linguistics) Protocol After the subject's knowledge has been loaded, Dr. Prope will copy File 5563-000006 to the subject's folder. After completion of testing, File 5563-000006 will be deleted. Edit: Dr. Prope broke protocol and moved the full contents of D-5563-35's knowledge folder to SCP-5563. Observations The transfer takes five minutes, during which the subject audibly experiences severe agony. Dr. Mamet attempts multiple times to halt the transfer without success. Upon completion of the transfer, the subject falls unconscious. An MRI scan indicates a lack of higher brain activity. Entry 03/02/2021 - I've been at the Foundation for years, and I'm pretty sure if it hadn't been for Dr. Mamet I would've gone nuts by now. I guess it's my fault for going into linguistics instead of more of a physical science. And then Dr. Mamet offered me a job… And ever since I've been working in records. After orientation promised so much. Thankfully she was there showing me the ropes. always promising me that there could be something more if I worked hard and proved myself to the right people. I always joked that I thought she was one of those people and she'd always laugh… Then I'd be alone in records again. And then once again she offers me a job, this time something I can be a working part of. I'll get an actual security clearance! Super exciting stuff. I'm not sure what kind of thing I'll be working with, or what it'll need with a linguist, but I'm psyched. Entry 03/03/2020 - I know Dr. Mamet could've done this on her own, she knows as much about ancient languages as I do, if not more. I think this is another of her teachable moments, but I'll be damned if I'm not grateful as hell to see something like this. It's damn overwhelming. God, I wish I'd had this back when I was doing my thesis… Think how nuts it'd be to just… KNOW things. How easy all of this – science, I mean – would be if all you had to do was study your ass off, then let someone else go on from where you left off. It'd be a tragedy if someone couldn't transfer what they knew before they died, but I'm sure they accounted for that. Hopefully. Entry 03/09/2021 - So I was hoping for some insights into the "Bombauni" language, but… Well, it’s a hard no on the language thing. Everybody we’ve tested with doesn’t hear the language, they just “know” the concepts. Dr. Mamet told me not to get discouraged, that we’ll be able to use context to figure out what everything means, but I can’t help but hate that we know about a language that we won’t be able to fully translate. How did they greet each other? What were some idioms, euphemisms, slang terms? We don’t know anything aside from what’s on the computer, and that’s so fucking dry. So at this point it’s another lost language. I think I’m going to start painting more. I don’t know why I ever stopped Entry 03/16/2021 - So… both of the D class we've deleted information from so far have lost something themselves. One forgot their D-class designation, one forgot where their bed was. Nothing serious, testing can certainly continue. But… Never mind, they're fine. I'll give them some time to recover, remind them what they forgot. They'll be fine. Entry 03/15/2021 - A recipe and a sport. I'm not sure how to feel about this. On the one hand, I guess it's our duty to record every bit of knowledge we can, try to piece together a culture from tidbits. Hopefully we'll stumble across something we don't know about, something that'll lead to a breakthrough, better storage or better power management or something. But on the other hand… it's almost disappointing? We have a brand new culture, presumably one that cared an awful lot about knowledge, and the most we've gotten is… kinda useless, I guess. Dr. Mamet reminded me about the people of North Sentinel Island today… They’re so insular that they’ll attack anyone attempting to contact them… There’s only something like a couple hundred of them. Nobody knows much of anything about them because they’re so incredibly hostile. They’re a pure culture, untouched by outside influence. If anything happens to them, plague or natural disaster or anything, they could be wiped out. Everything they know, gone forever. Everything they could do. Art, history, culture, heroes… just gone. Just like the Bombauni. …So yeah, it's our duty to learn everything we can about the skip, about the Bombauni. Cause knowledge deserves to live. Entry 03/17/2021 - God, I’m frustrated. Today while poking around our subjects files I happened to notice a bunch of familiar descriptive words… music. Our death row inmate was an accomplished musician. I know I’m not supposed to (and Dr. Mamet said as much, very sternly,) but I asked her what she did before “coming to work for the Foundation.” She said she studied music in school, even offered to play for us if we could get her a violin. Of course I don’t think that’s happening if the look on Dr. Mamet’s face was any indication. It’s a shame. That kind of talent shouldn’t stay locked up. Not in someone like that. Entry 04/02/2021 - I… I just got out of a meeting with Dr. Mamet. I've been warned multiple times over the past few weeks about talking to the test subjects about their past lives, but I need to know what they wanted to do with the information they had, you know? Why they didn't? Dr. Mamet has always been there for me, but she doesn't see what I do. I tried to tell her how we could potentially use the device. If someone gets wounded in a breach or is about to retire, why don't we just keep their knowledge for the next person to take their position? Why bother with amnestics when we can just transfer the knowledge to storage in case it's ever needed? We'll need to figure out how to power it if we move it, but we're the fucking Foundation! We could figure it out! I can't be the only one that thinks this is a good idea. Entry 04/22/2021 - I'm SO FUCKING SICK OF THIS. I have busted my ass to learn as much as I could here. I spent years learning something only ONE FUCKING PERSON thought was a good idea, and now here I am surrounded by people who don't appreciate the WORK and EFFORT it took. Fuck, they don't even appreciate the work their own skills took! This new D Class is a goddamn SCIENTIST. It's been a month and Dr. Mamet has backed off of me, I couldn't help but try to learn everything, learn why she wasn’t here with us trying to save the fucking world! … SHE'S A FUCKING LINGUIST. I can't. I just fucking can't. She's doing more tests in a couple days. We're gonna try something new. Audio/Video Log Date: 04/25/2021 Personnel Present: Dr. Sinclair Prope, Dr. Rebecca Mamet, D-5563-35 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Mamet: What… what the hell did you do? Dr. Prope: I… oh crap… I wanted to see… Dr. Mamet: You wanted to see? What the hell, Sin? You're a goddamn scientist! Dr. Prope: S-so was she. Dr. Mamet: What? Dr. Prope: She was a linguist too! And she… I was so frustrated… I didn't know that would happen… Dr. Mamet: Sin… (Sighs) Get it together. We're going to have a long talk about this later, but right now we need to get something out of this. Dr. Mamet opens one of D-5563-35's files with the hex editor Dr. Mamet: Damn, still completely unreadable. Call Dr. Bosworth and explain- hold on. That wasn't there a second ago. Both doctors stare at the computer. Random symbols appear on screen - slowly at first, but faster the longer they observe it. Dr. Prope: It wasn't doing that before. Dr. Mamet: No, it wasn't. I wonder what's different now… WHY appears on screen, followed by more random characters Dr. Prope: Holy shit! Dr. Mamet: Oh sh… Look, it's random, it was bound to happen at some point. Infinite monkeys and keyboards, right? Dr. Prope: Right… Right. You're right. OK. DARK appears on screen Dr. Prope: That's not a fucking coincidence! Dr. Mamet: Oh, no… PAIN Dr. Prope: Oh shit shit shit shit… Dr. Mamet: Hold on… Dr. Mamet opens another of D-5563-35's files. Random characters fill the screen, broken up with single English words. HURTS. CAN'T. NOTHING. WHY. WHY. Dr. Mamet: She's conscious in there. Dr. Prope: She… I… No… Dr. Mamet: Sinclair! Sit down, shut up, and let me salvage something from this! Dr. Mamet scrolls to the bottom of the file and types, Can you see this? YES. WHY. SO MUCH PAIN. Dr. Prope: Oh my god… Dr. Mamet: (Yelling) Shut up, Sinclair! Dr. Mamet types, What else do you see? NOTHING. DARKNESS. MEATBALLS. Dr. Mamet: Oh wow. Dr. Prope grabs the mouse from Dr. Mamet and moves D-5563-35's files back to their storage folder Dr. Mamet: What're… No, goddammit! D-5563-35's eyes flutter as the files transfer Dr. Mamet: You saw what I saw! What the fuck made you think that was a good idea? Dr. Prope: She was in pain, I… Dr. Mamet: (Yelling) The data was corrupted! Ten minutes pass, with both doctors watching D-5563-35. When the last file is transferred, D-5563-35 displays symptoms similar to a grand mal seizure and collapses. Dr. Prope checks her pulse and slowly shakes his head Dr. Mamet: Sinclair… Get out. You are hereby confined to quarters until we figure out what the hell to do with you. [END LOG] Entry 04/28/2021 - I messed up bad. I didn't think about what I was doing and I messed up. We've been working on this project for months, and I messed up. I can't even pretend like it was an accident. Everything I did I did on purpose. SCP-5563 was supposed to be the last remnant of a lost people, a people that, as far as we can gather, worshiped knowledge. I've had a chance to translate some of the descriptions of the files, and even though none of them come right out and say "We worship knowledge, this is what we call ourselves, oh shit there's fire falling from the sky everybody write down all your pertinent information for a future shadow organization to collect," between the lines we can make some assumptions. They mention holding someone's knowledge for their children, or desperately trying to get the device to someone who'd been shot and had minutes to live. They'd do everything in their power to make sure people lived on through their knowledge. That resonated with me. There's no way we could've known, but that still doesn't give me an excuse. I messed up. I can only guess that being 2500 years old can do weird things to any hard drive, especially one designed to integrate with human minds. But… The closest I can figure is that being so old degraded the file system just enough to take more than was necessary. I knew it deleted more than necessary, I knew, and I should’ve been more careful. I can't help but feel remorse for D… her. I'm not going to pretend she wasn't a human. Her mind was torn out and digitized, and it took more than it needed. 400 little bits of consciousness, suddenly trapped in a void where all they knew was pain and solitude… And I did that. And after that I killed her again. I was so mad at her. For weeks I'd looked at D-class and had to hold my tongue. I saw death-row prisoners who were artists and artisans… They KNEW things. They could DO things. And they DIDN'T. I asked what they'd done and they invariably said, "Not much." It got frustrating. So very, very frustrating. They were capable of things I've always wanted to do, they could create, share with the world something that was theirs… And they were all here. They all did something so bad we got them. One of them had multiple files with different styles of writing. Poetry, song lyrics, prose, fiction, non-fiction… And he also had a file named Skyrim. A much, much bigger one. That was almost the one that hurt the most… Instead of creating worlds of his own, he'd rather live in someone else's. Then… She went to school for the same thing I did. She had the same opportunities and instead she murdered a man in cold blood for… I never found out. I don't think it even matters at this point. All I know is that she decided taking a life was more important than solving the mysteries of the ancient world, than figuring out language, maybe making one yourself, writing an entire book series just to give your language a place to call home… She could've done any of that and she didn't. Just like I didn't. I was just going to teach. Rebecca offered me the job here and that's the only reason I'm anywhere today… I mean, why I was anywhere three days ago. So I was mad. I was mad at everyone that wouldn't do something with the skills, the knowledge they had. Mad that they wasted something that could've been given to the world. Because they reminded me of me. That didn't give me the right. Rebecca came to my quarters yesterday and told me she had an opportunity to keep working with the skip. She wasn't happy about it, but the alternative was amnesticization and being shunted back into the real world. I have a hunch I know what she means. If I'm right… I'll do it. I can put myself to use. I can safely say that we've managed to translate twenty-three of the Bombauni files already, and though none of them have been particularly ground-breaking, being able to properly preserve the last remnants of a lost civilization is… well, it's good work. It's been slow going, but Dr. Prope's help has been invaluable. I'm… ambivalent about his participation in the project. Of course I felt responsible for him, He was my student and my friend. However, what he did, never mind the why, necessitated action. It was a hard sell to the Ethics Committee but sometimes hard numbers add up to something ethically acceptable. They just wanted to be sure he knew what it entailed. He did, So of course he volunteered; he says he felt he had to make up for his mistakes. I believe he just didn't want to go back to the "real world." I can't say I blame him. Every time I look in his eyes, though… This isn't the boy I helped get his footing with the Foundation. This is an empty shell. Sentiment dictates I fight to keep him alive as long as I can, even if I have to foot the bill myself. I know what he did was wrong… but I get why he did it. Now, anyway. I hope he feels some kind of relief in there, somehow. I hope he knows that his skills are being put to the best possible use, considering. His sacrifice has saved us time, personnel, grief. And I hope he manages to regain his composure enough to work a little quicker. The sooner he finishes the sooner he can rest. Right now, however, I live for the times I get called for a multiple word event, because that means he's stopped screaming. Footnotes 1. Adherence to these specifications is not strictly enforced, but after Incident 5563.1 all efforts to avoid further degradation of SCP-5563 should be taken. - Dr. Bosworth 2. The lack of resources on the island indicate that either the Bombauni people traded for what they needed, or they stripped the island of its natural resources before the fall of their civilization. 3. A full list of files may be found in Document 5563-1, with permission from Dr. Bosworth. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5563" by KineticHornet, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5563. 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-5564 | euclid | #page-content .collapsible-block { position: relative; padding: 0.5em; margin: 0.5em; box-shadow: 2px 1.5px 1px rgba(176,16,0,0.7), 0 0 0px 1px lightgrey; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: black; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align:center; } .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: center; color: dimgrey; } .collapsible-block-link { font-weight: bold; color: dimgrey; text-align: center; } .addendumbox { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; box-shadow:0 2px 5px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16),0 2px 10px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.12); } .material-box { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; border: 1px lightgrey solid; box-shadow: 1px 2px 2px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16); } .material-box blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .wiki-content-table { width: 100%; } .addendumbox blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .addendumtitle { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; } .maintitle { margin-bottom: 10px; color: black; } .scp-header { text-align: center; font-size:x-large; color:#b01; } .addenda-header { width: 100%; border-bottom: 2px black solid; color: black; } .scp-info { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; font-size:large; } .scp-info-box { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; } .object-info { color:black; align-self: flex-end; font-size: large; } .title-style { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; font-size: large; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; } .update-div-empty { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; color: lightgrey; } .update-div { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; } .computed { border: 1px black solid; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .computed:before { content:"Computed Code"; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .rawcode { border: black solid 1px; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .rawcode:before{ content:"Raw Code"; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .codebox { display: inline-block; width: 100%; text-align: center; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em, .yui-navset .yui-nav a em{ padding: 0.25em .75em; top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected { margin: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: gainsboro; text-decoration: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: none; background-image: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a { background: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li{ margin: 0px; } #page-content .licensebox .collapsible-block { position: unset; padding: unset; margin: unset; box-shadow: unset; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align: left; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: left; color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-link { color: inherit; text-align: left; } Cremo You can check out more of my works here: cremo Item#: 5564 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5564 is to be contained in a soundproof containment chamber at Site-228's Humanoid Containment Wing. Discussion is not allowed in the close proximity of SCP-5564's containment chamber. Description: SCP-5564 is the disembodied head of an unidentified male human. SCP-5564 does not decompose and despite its lack of vocal organs, it has the ability to speak. SCP-5564's anomalous properties will be triggered if all the following criteria are present: There are at least two individuals (hereafter referred to as subjects) in SCP-5564's hearing distance. Each subject has a statement and these statements are opposing each other. Both subjects believe that their statement is true. If SCP-5564's anomalous properties are triggered it will say the following: "The time for words is over. Let the deeds speak." When SCP-5564 finished the last sentence the environment around SCP-5564 and the subjects (regardless of the environment's size and composition) will transfigure into a 10 meters long and 5 meters wide football field, with all types of equipment that should be present on an average football field. SCP-5564 and the subjects will be in the middle of the field. Then they will start to play soccer while they use SCP-5564 instead of a ball. SCP-5564 will remain intact during the entire match. The match will end when one of the subjects scores ten goals. When the match is over the statement of the winner will be true, even if it was proven to be false before the match. The subjects during the match unable to cheat and unable to let each other win. Only the two subjects and SCP-5564 remain on the football field during the match, other individuals won't be able to enter the field and intervene. ●Experiment log● ○ Close ○ Subject-A Statement-A Subject-B Statement-B Winner Result D-8567 who suffers from Cotard delusion.1 D-8567 is deceased. Dr. Loom, on-site psychologist. D-8567 is alive. D-8567 D-8567 has no vital signs, but he is still conscious and able to move his body parts. Dr. Kraf, Site-19 personnel who suffers from lung cancer. Dr. Kraf has lung cancer. Junior Researcher Jum. Before the test, he was informed that Dr. Kraf has no lung cancer, he just believes he has it because of hypochondria. Dr. Kraf doesn't have lung cancer, it's just hypochondria. Junior Researcher Jum The malignant cell growths in Dr. Kraf's lungs are no longer present, but Dr. Kraf believes he still has lung cancer. Dr. Bonjaro It is unacceptable for D-Class personnel to call Foundation personnel "doc". D-1462 It is acceptable to call Foundation personal "doc". D-1462 Several D-Class personnel has a tendency to refer to Foundation personnel as “doc” since D-1462 won. D-8567 D-8567 is deceased. Researcher Kőme, member of Site-228's soccer team and he has no information about the previous test with D-8567. D-8567 is alive. Researcher Kőme D-8567 has vital signs again, but the Cotard delusion is still present. ○ Close ○ ● Interview log ● ○ Close ○ Interviewed: SCP-5564 Interviewer: Dr. Cren [Begin log] Dr. Cren: First of all, let's start with a simple question. What is your real name 5564? SCP-5564: My name is… Oh… Sorry I have no idea what is my name if I have one, so 5564 will be fine I guess. Dr. Cren: Alright. Do you remember what happened to you? I mean how you… SCP-5564: Became a talking head? It's not important. I'm just only able to remember my current origin and my origin story has been rewritten at least once. Dr. Cren: What do you mean? SCP-5564: Some explorers found me in an Aztec tomb and they started to argue about my origin and in a nutshell, I am the avatar of an Aztec god but I have no idea which one. Dr. Cren: Hm… So these events are able to affect your entire existence. I thought if something is immune to this reality-changing effect of these events it must be you. SCP-5564: No, I'm not above the rules and I think that's fair. Dr. Cren: You can control the activation of these events or it's automatically starting when you hear an argument? SCP-5564: It's totally automatic, I have no control over it. I'm just a tool. Dr. Cren: You have any idea why you have to do this? SCP-5564: No. The only thing that I know is that I help people to reach what they want. They don't have to be rich, famous, healthy, or strong. They just have to believe that they are right and their opponents are wrong. That's all they need, and I know that sounds really weird, but I enjoy my role in this. Dr. Cren: So, your current condition is not a punishment for you. SCP-5564: If it's a punishment then they really screwed up because I enjoy it. [End log] ○ Close ○ Footnotes 1. A rare mental disorder in which the affected persons hold the delusional belief that they are deceased or don't even exist. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5564" by Alb123, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5564. 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-5565 | keter | Item#: 5565 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo ⠀ Figure 1: An instance of SCP-5565 in the wild. Special Containment Procedures: All wild populations of SCP-5565 are to be secured and transferred to Site-24. Captive instances of SCP-5565 are to be kept in bins coated with at least 2cm of lead and fed weekly. This lead coating is to be inspected and, if necessary, reapplied once every two weeks. All direct handling of SCP-5565 instances is to be done using lead-covered gloves. Exposure of SCP-5565 instances to seawater is only to be done for testing purposes and in small numbers. Description: SCP-5565 is a species of earthworm of the family Lumbricidae which is endemic to a number of caves in the Levant. SCP-5565 instances are capable of transmuting solid matter in close proximity to their peristomium1 into soil, which they then eat. The speed of this transmutation is inversely proportional to the material's density. In effect, this makes SCP-5565 capable of burrowing into and consuming any solid object. Additionally, SCP-5565 instances are capable of anomalously detecting the nearby presence of seawater, which they attempt to avoid. However, unlike other earthworm species, SCP-5565 displays no negative consequences from exposure to overly saline environments, or from underexposure to air. Instances of SCP-5565 which have previously come into contact with seawater behave erratically, often neglecting their own safety or feeding. Research into this phenomenon is ongoing. Discovery: SCP-5565 was first discovered on the 12th of November 2018 in a cave near Akko, Israel, during an expedition by amateur cavers. During this expedition, initial observations of SCP-5565's anomalous properties were made. Foundation agents acted based on local rumours, and successfully established initial containment. Update 13/2/2019: On the 9/2/2019, a second population of SCP-5565 was found inhabiting a seafront grotto south of Tyre, Lebanon. This population has proven to be more difficult to contain, with instances often burrowing in the rock upon the arrival of Foundation teams. This unusual behaviour has been attributed to the high amounts of seawater exposure this population underwent. Test Log 5565.18: Test Number Abstract Result 5565.18 An instance of SCP-5565 that has previously been exposed to seawater is placed within a wooden box, with a wall thickness of 1cm. The instance eats through the wood's surface in a pattern, digitally rendered in Figure 2. Figure 2: Text generated by SCP-5565 during test 5565.18. Translated from Phoenician, the text reads as follows: I am the judge of sea and river. Who is it who steals my slaves? No further texts were generated by SCP-5565 instances. All attempts at communication received no visible response. Update 19/2/2019: During extraction and transportation efforts in the grotto, Foundation teams encountered a large, seemingly artificial cavern. On its floor was an approximately 12-meter-long stone sculpture of a sword, with the tip of the blade pointing towards and being seamlessly encased within the eastern wall. Upon initial discovery, agents reported an extreme presence of SCP-5565 instances eating through the eastern wall of the cavern. These instances quickly retreated from the chamber, moving in unison towards the waterfront and swimming away. The current status of this population is unknown. Update 5/5/2019: In an attempt to potentially locate the now-lost grotto population, an instance of SCP-5565 was fitted with a tracking microchip and released in the area. The instance moved in a straight line towards a location off the coast of Latakia, Syria, where transmission ended. Foundation ships approaching the location were intercepted by GOC vessels patrolling under the guise of Syrian Navy ships. This encounter resulted in several information-sharing agreements. These agreements revealed that the GOC believes the area in question to be the focal point of an entity or phenomenon classified as UTE-1594-Shaznaqa-Ex Machina-Cetus. While the GOC has as of yet not allowed Foundation entry into the area, bathymetric scans of it were conducted by Foundation radars from outside the exclusion zone. Addendum - Result of Bathymetric Scans Hide Figure 3: Unknown. Footnotes 1. The first true body segment of an annelid worm, which includes the mouth. |
SCP-5566 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-5566 Special Containment Procedures: + Show previous Containment Procedures - Hide previous Containment Procedures Instances of SCP-5566-A are to be contained in a comfortable room when behaviour is present and to be given permission to access old laboratory facilities. As soon as sequence is commenced, SCP-5566-A instances are to complete it without being interrupted. If sequence takes over five minutes to complete and instance of SCP-5566-A is in a public area, instances are to be escorted back to its containment without interruption. SCP-5566-A instances are allowed access to recreational facilities in their containment cells as well. Update 03-03-2019: SCP-5566-A instances cannot infect each other, and are thus allowed a common shared space even during the sequence. Update 07-03-2019: Recreational facilities that can be used as a means of communication are no longer allowed. Doors are to be locked as soon as sequence begins. Update 09-03-2019: Instances of SCP-5566-A are no longer allowed a shared space between them, nor can they keep pets. They must be locked up securely at all times. A separate containment area to provide food is attached to SCP-5566 containment cells. It is accessible to personnel from outside of the containment unit and to instances of SCP-5566-A. Doors to this area are to be locked whenever in use, and surveillance must be shut down for as long as any SCP-5566-A instance is in this feeding area. Update 01-04-2019: Personnel no longer allowed to disrupt SCP-5566-A containment areas. Supplying food without otherwise changing anything in the room is still allowed. At moments of lucidity, SCP-5566-A instances are instructed to dispose of its own physical disruptions created during the sequence. Update 14-04-2019: Researchers working on SCP-5566 in the future will have to go through an emotional screening. Highly empathetic researchers are unfit to observe SCP-5566-A instances. Update 14-07-2019: Instances of SCP-5566-B are to be kept in cells which can be locked from the outside. Surveillance will commence during specific times confirmed by Fibonacci sequence research to be safe time slots, or by trained/screened personnel who will refrain from turning off any surveillance apparatus. Update 28-08-2019: Time slots no longer accurate. Surveillance not to be turned off anymore. Update 30-08-2019: Surveillance apparatus should be plugged into a back-up generator at all times. Update 04-09-2019: Wounds inflicted by instances of SCP-5566 on itself while sequence is in action are to be left to heal on its own and ignored by medical personnel. Final Update 28-10-2019: All instances of individuals infected by SCP-5566 are to be locked up in an outside container without any access to food or human contact. Room is to be encased in cement and buried deep underground in an undisclosed location. Explicit warnings and contact information are to be included on or near the containment unit. Afterwards SCP-5566 is to remain neutralized - no attempt at research or containment is to be made. Description: SCP-5566 was a highly infectious anomalous verbal tic affecting a multitude of Foundation researchers. To this date, it is unclear what caused it and under what rules it operated. After an unusually high amount of failed research operations on the phenomenon, a - so far successful - attempt at total neutralization was made. It is theorized that, with the current procedures in place, SCP-5566 will unable to affect anyone anymore. Previous descriptions as well as research performed into the SCP-5566 phenomenon can be found in the addenda. Addendum 5566-1: Previous iterations of item description. + Show previous description iterations part (1/3) - Hide previous description iterations part (1/3) SCP-5566 is an anomalous phenomenon affecting humans, who are then dubbed an instance of SCP-5566-A. The first person observed to be infected by SCP-5566 is Elaine Fontaine (henceforth SCP-5566-A-1), a 26 year-old research assistant who was last active during a Foundation expedition to Europe and has been infected ever since. SCP-5566 presents as a strangely contagious verbal tic. SCP-5566-A-1 murmurs the phrase "sank" repeatedly in uncharacteristic tone of voice, until interrupted or a certain time has passed. The amount of times the phrase is said differs per sequence, but it generally increases in frequency over time. SCP-5566-A-1 stopped displaying its sequence after researcher Dr. Gill attempted to obstruct its mouth, after which it regained consciousness immediately. After this incident, SCP-5566-A-1 went back to displaying shorter sequences, and instances of sequences became considerably less frequent. An investigation to find similar methods of halting the phenomenon will be started by the research teams. This will hopefully result in finding a way to cure SCP-5566-A-1 of SCP-5566. SCP-5566-A-1 is considered safe as its sequences render it immobile, it has no history of violent tendencies and has a cooperative nature. Containment is purely meant to prevent the creation of other instances of SCP-5566-A. Following is a list of behaviors considered to be interruptions. Personnel are to frequently read up on these and make themselves familiar with them. This list is most likely incomplete and may be added to in the future. Talking with the intention of talking over or to SCP-5566-A, or using any other noise with the purpose of disrupting the sequence while it is being displayed. Turning off a surveillance camera and/or microphone while it is observing a sequence. Obstructing the mouth of SCP-5566-A and other means of physically prohibiting the sequence to continue. Executing SCP-5566-A; this will result in the killer becoming an instance of SCP-5566-A. However: if executed by a fellow SCP-5566-A instance, this does not happen. Removing, hiding or altering images or writings made while in trance. Treating wounds inflicted during SCP-5566 trance. Touching remains of SCP-5566-A instances after its death during trance. Opening the door in response to knocking. Working on infected instances with feeding tubes and other such equipment. Update 03-03-2019: Medical teams have stopped their attempt at curing SCP-5566-A-1 after Dr. Gill started displaying a similar tic and is now assigned SCP-5566-A-4. Obstructing its mouth is henceforth seen as a interruption rather than a preventive measure. It has been noted that SCP-5566 sequences occur simultaneously between all the affected. Instances of SCP-5566-A cannot be interrupted by one another, and as such it has been decided to allow the infected a shared space between them. Update 07-03-2019: SCP-5566-A-2 displayed uncharacteristic behavior not previously observed in SCP-5566-A instances during a sequence. It moved to the area of the feeding room that the surveillance camera was currently focused on, and was able to write on the wall with paints that were previously allowed as recreational facility. SCP-5566-A-2 wrote a sequence of the number 5 on the wall. Reading these writings did not affect any of the personnel. Due to the nature of the phenomenon these numbers will stay put and no attempt to remove them from the wall will be made. Recreational facilities which can be used as a means of communicating are now prohibited. Due to its not previously observed unpredictable nature, SCP-5566-A has been re-assigned Euclid class. Update 09-03-2019: At the start of a sequence, SCP-5566-A-2 suddenly struck SCP-5566-A-4 in the neck with a pen, after which it attempted to use its blood as a means of communication by writing with it. It was unable to finish doing so before the sequence stopped. SCP-5566-A-4 calmly kept up the trance for the full duration of the sequence (6 seconds), after which it collapsed. Medical personal confirmed its death at 19.04 PM. All instances of SCP-5566-A are to be kept separately from now on. Recreational facilities that can be weaponized, as well as pets, are no longer allowed in the containment area. Update 12-03-2019: Two days have passed since SCP-5566-A-4 passed away. The sequence has not fully reset, and as such, the murder of SCP-5566-A by itself is not considered an interruption. However, an intern has suggested that the time between sequences might have been affected. The previous two in-between periods have both been roughly 61 hours as opposed to a steadily decreasing trend. Intern has been assigned the task to analyse the time it takes to complete a sequence as well as the time between two sequences. Update 16-03-2019; 10.50 AM: Ten instances of the phenomenon have been observed over the past 4 days. Only 30 minutes have passed between the previous two sequences, the latter of which was a sequence taking up 18 minutes to complete. Instances of SCP-5566-A are showing different signs of exhaustion and health starts to deteriorate. Intern has suggested the phrase's frequency to follow the Fibonacci sequence. Interpretation of this remains unknown, but has proven useful to tend to the needs of SCP-5566-A safely. Addendum 5566-2: Research report on Italy. + Show research report (Italy) - Hide research report (Italy) After the suggestion that the phenomenon follows the Fibonacci sequence, a research team was sent to retrace previous expedition steps in Pisa, Italy, first. Research in Pisa unearthed two recurring stories; one featuring a murdered woman whose spirit is said to linger around, and the other providing a story about demonic presences in the Cathedral of Santa Maria Assunta. It involves holes left in marble assumed to be made by the devil out of jealousy. It was said these holes are uncountable by mortals. This is believed to be relevant to the time and counting observation. Several locals reacted to questions about strange occurrences in Milan specifically. One local in Milan whose story seemed relevant to previous stories in Pisa agreed to a quick interview, as translated and transcribed below. Mr. Marco Manco, 45 years old, lives and works in Milan as a janitor, agreed to answer some questions during his lunch break. Researcher Hafkova: "Are you aware of any strange occurrences in this area?" Mr. Manco: "…Strange occurrences?" Hafkova: "Inexplicable, strange things, folklore." Mr. Manco: "Hm…You can find such stories about anywhere, young man…" Hafkova: "Right, I ask because people have started showing strange behaviors right after our work trip here. It's almost like they aren't themselves anymore." Mr. Manco: "Ahh, well it could be that she was spooked at the things she has seen here… Did you go to the Basilica of Sant'Ambrogio? It's very close, too." Hafkova: "Amongst others" Mr. Manco: "Legend says you can see demons rise from the column right beside the church. It was said that Satan's horns got stuck there centuries ago, which left a portal into the netherworlds behind… now, I'm not one for such ghost stories, but maybe after seeing the column her mind played tricks on her. Maybe knowing of this tale, she just got very scared, yes?" Hafkova: "Satan's horns?" Mr. Manco: "I don't really know many details… Others say you can see him drag souls into the column, and people say you can smell sulfur from that place… I think it's really just a story, however." End of transcription Addendum 5566-3: Previous iterations of item description. + Show previous description iterations part (2/3) - Hide previous description iterations part (2/3) Update 16-03-2019; 14.02 PM: Previous sequence continued for about 80 minutes after 7 minutes of consciousness. Current team failed to convince SCP-5566-A-3 to be strapped down with a feeding tube in the future. Ethics team consulted on the issue. Update 17-03-2019; 17.00: Sequence has continued for a full day as the break in between is considered insufficient for basic activities such as feeding oneself. SCP-5566-A instances have been residing in their rooms for the duration of this with no attempt to escape or relocate, still displaying extreme fatigue. Update 18-03-2019: The sequences have been reset with seemingly no provocation. Perhaps the phenomenon is tied to the bodily needs of SCP-5566-A instances. Update 25-03-2019: Sequences have resumed with minimal frequency as if completely reset. However no other instance of SCP-5566-A has been observed. It has been exactly one week, the sequence being only one "sank" long at this moment. Update 29-03-2019: Sequences currently 2 sanks long. Contact with instances of SCP-5566-A considered manageable. Next sequence expected in 61 hours and is to be 3 sanks long. Update 01-04-2019: Instance of SCP-5566-A-4 located. Due to the nature of the phenomenon, it was unaware of infection before. SCP-5566-A-4 has been tasked with cleaning the floor of the feeding room. In the process, it leaned against markings on the wall and crumbled some paint off it, which was considered an interruption, even if it was from a previous iteration. Intern suggested "sync" is a more accurate descriptor of the vocalization produced during the phenomenon, as all SCP-5566-A instances display the behavior in unison. Intern also proposed a "kamikaze mission" ending in an approved suicide to prevent infecting any others. Intern has been relocated to follow additional ethics course. Update 05-04-2019: Sequences are approaching lethal lengths steadily. Ethics team approved strapping down SCP-5566-A instances with feeding tubes, providing them no further aid beyond this, regardless of consequences. Food and liquid source will last them 7 days. Beyond this, it is yet to be observed if depletion of energy will cause a sequence reset. Update 14-04-2019: SCP-5566-A instances in various stages of desperation. Only motion sensors and infrared images available to researchers. Limbs of SCP-5566-A-1 appear to have shriveled down, leaving the head completely intact. SCP-5566-A-2 is completely intact, but malnourished and dehydrated. SCP-5566-A-3 has escaped its straps, and is steadily walking figures in the room. Microphones measuring sound in this room detect no sank mutterings from this instance. Infrared images suggest upper body is diminished. SCP-5566-A-4 has started crying during its sequences. Update 15-04-2019: Empathetic researcher turned off infrared surveillance monitoring SCP-5566-A-3 and instantly burned to ash. SCP-5566-A instances all disappeared without a trace. Research team dispatched to clear every cell and collect samples. Addendum 5566-4: Research report on Romania and France. + Show research report (Romania) - Hide research report (Romania) After the instances of SCP-5566-A disappearing, research on the phenomenon was entirely dependent on collected samples of its remains and further retracing of steps in Europe. Samples proved to be cremated and pulverized remains of the cadavers without any unnatural properties. Research in Romania has alerted Foundation operatives to frequent mentions of extraterrestrial species who will use humans as vessels to test out acceptable behavior. As mentioned by witnesses, the "infected" will exhibit a range of strange behaviors, including odd vocalizations. It is believed that these extraterrestrials might be doing anything from testing on subjects to merely playing with them out of boredom. SCP-5566 might be a form of extraterrestrial tampering. Contact with other teams researching these extraterrestrials with the purpose of retrieving information has not yet been established and might not exist at all. A check up on Foundation files on the subject is necessary. + Show research report (France) - Hide research report (France) A final interview was conducted in France, near the underground catacombs of Paris. Information deemed irrelevant was left out by translators, leaving the following transcript. Mrs. Travere, 78 years old, retired, has lived in Paris all her life Researcher Abbott: "What about these Catacombs? They are generally spooky, sure, good for tourists too.” Mrs. Travere: "It wasn’t made for tourists…I heard that long ago there used to be some sort of infestation, not in this area, in a smaller village… it was like a plague, the villagers went down in larger and larger groups. Even when burnt down to the ground this disease kept popping up." Abbott: "It kept popping up?" Mrs. Travere: "I’m sorry, I don’t have many details about the mysterious disease. However, it is said that even when this village was burnt down, people who went to take a look got infected all over again and would bring their diseases with them to other villages. It was then that the royal family decided they should isolate the problem. They took all the sick people, and a few uninfected as a sacrifice to appease God, and locked them deep, deep down in the catacombs." Abbott: "Quarantine? Is that what you mean?" Mrs. Travere: "Certainly! These catacombs aren’t meant to be open to anyone, ever." Abbott: "Don’t you think a Disease would have died by now after so long?" Mrs. Travere: "All I know is that God must have been really angry to have made such a precaution at all… we must not temper with such things…" End of transcription Addendum 5566-5: Previous iterations of item description. + Show previous description iterations part (3/3) - Hide previous description iterations part (3/3) Update 14-07-2019: Researcher Thom Hafkova, who had collected samples from cell SCP-5566-A-1 three months prior, was found murmuring "cease" in uncharacteristically low voice resembling SCP-5566-A vocalizations. He did this in a strategic position, making it easy to make eye contact as he spoke, and was interrupted by uninformed colleague Dr. Abbott from another department. Thom Hafkova and Dr. Abbott have been assigned SCP-5566-B-1 and SCP-5566-B-2 respectively and contained according to containment procedures. SCP-5566 re-assigned Keter class. Update 28-08-2019: After six weeks, the tic commenced, seemingly featuring an extra instance of 'cease'. This is hypothesized to indicate accelerating frequencies of the ritual. Historians on the team are referring to literature on repetition of words featuring inane commands of such a caliber. Update 29-08-2019: Instance of sequence observed 27 days prematurely. Previous intern asked to re-analyse phenomenon. Update 30-08-2019: Accidental temporary power outage caused phenomenon to reset. All personnel present in the surveillance room to be under supervision, researchers are teamed up of groups of at least two. Update 02-09-2019: A sequence over five hours long has been observed uncharacteristically early. Intern responded intermediate times and sequence lengths do correspond to the original sequence, but no longer in the expected order. Electrician who caused power outage previously contained as SCP-5566-B-3. Update 03-09-2019: Sequence uninterrupted for 32 hours. All empathy-screened personnel is granted access to research as risk for infection is lowest. Update 04-09-2019: SCP-5566-B-2 observed to scratch open skin in shape of number six. The sequence was halted and consciousness regained. SCP-5566-B-2 is in the process of being treated by personnel, resumed sequence shortly, and was instantly halted again. Medical personnel is to abstain from healing wounds inflicted during sequence. Medic is assigned SCP-5566-B-4 until cleared. Update 13-09-2019: Personnel has observed ongoing sequence for over two days. Access to SCP-5566 prohibited and provision missions halted. Researchers are to passively observe phenomenon. Risk for infection too high. Update 15-09-2019: All instances of SCP-5566-B burned to ash simultaneously. Researchers are to tread carefully. Previous protocol to collect ash by scooping into container prohibited. Ash is to be collected using a small, sterile vacuum and not to be directly touched by human hands. Pile of SCP-5566-B-1 hid a number "2" in an oily substance underneath its ash. Oily substance is not to be touched, and will be moved to the lab including the cement floor it is imprinted upon. Update 16-09-2019: Permission to remove chunk of floor denied by superiors, risk to interrupt SCP-5566 deemed too big. Portable lab shall be established in containment area instead. Update 17-09-2019: Researcher C. Peterson swabbed around the oily substance without disturbing its integrity. He is placed under supervision by colleagues but allowed to analyse specimen. Update 19-09-2019: Oily substance confirmed to be an extremely condensed human liquid by prof. Peterson. When asked to elaborate on which human liquids he was able to isolate from the sample, he simply specified it is a liquid made of human. When taking another, less careful swab from the substance it disappeared and professor was observed murmuring a single "duh" uncharacteristically low which he cannot recall. C. Peterson assigned SCP-5566-C-1 and contained according to containment protocol. Update 30-09-2019: A quiet SCP-5566-C-1 started ramming on containment door. It was thought isolation had gotten to it and its knocks were answered by a fellow researcher opening the door, after which both spontaneously combusted, leaving an oily 3 under the ashes of SCP-5566-C-2 in the middle of the hallway. Hallway is off limits for any personnel save for researchers assigned to SCP-5566, or personnel that has acquainted itself with regulations concerning SCP-5566. Update 01-10-2019: Clumsy researcher dropped equipment on oily substance before research could officially commence. A single instance of a new sequence was said but other researchers are unable to reach consensus other than that it sounded like a low growly hissing noise. Researcher has been assigned SCP-5566-D-1. Update 04-10-2019: Research on phenomenon dispatched after series of deaths. SCP-5566-D-1 is contained in solitary confinement in a straitjacket, movement prohibited. A feeding tube which can be controlled, refilled and cleaned from another room is attached to SCP-5566-D-1, and facilities for expelling waste have been similarly provided. Update 08-10-2019: Not a single sequence has commenced in days. SCP-5566-D-1 is pleading for euthanasia, but such an act is impossible without creating another instance of SCP-5566-D. Update 09-10-2019: SCP-5566-D-1 is mute and behaving strangely, similarly to SCP-5566-C-1, and moving rhythmically akin to SCP-5566-A-3. Surveillance cameras focused on SCP-5566-D-1 are for now unable to zoom as the effect this might have on the phenomenon is unknown. Update 11-10-2019: Researcher tasked with replenishing liquid container and emptying waste container assigned SCP-5566-D-2. It is currently unknown what the interruption was, but the rhythmic movements SCP-5566-D-1 was making stopped immediately. Update 12-10-2019: SCP-5566-D-2 fled before containment was possible and is hiding somewhere in the Foundation building. An announcement to not interact in any way with SCP-5566-D-2 was released immediately. SCP-5566-D-1 turned to ash, no oily liquid remains underneath. It is assumed an oily "4" will be found under the ashes of SCP-5566-D-2. Update 16-10-2019: Several people found to partake in sequence have been located and contained after a long instance of the sequence was started. All have been led to a containment area without disrupting their way of expressing the sequence. They have been assigned SCP-5566-E-1 and SCP-5566-E-2. We hypothesize it is one two more interruptions away from turning to ash again, and one more SCP-5566-E-3 may be present in the building or otherwise. Update 22-10-2019: There have been no instances of the phenomenon in six days. The research party has been thinning since day one, with only myself and the intern remaining. Truthfully, I am not quite sure why I started up this file again444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444 Update 22-10-2019; 16.04: Supervisor Mennings assigned SCP-5566-E-3 and contained. After a keyboard jam, SCP-5566-E-3 started ramming its head into the table and scratching even more fours onto it. Researchers are not allowed to remove these scribbles themselves, nor is SCP-5566-E-3 allowed outside of its containment to erase its marks, as time between sequences is still uncertain. Addendum 5566-6: Personal anecdotes by intern Z. Bellerose. + Show - Hide Update 25-10-2019: Man, their screams are seriously getting to me… I'm just an intern, who am I even supposed to contact… I don't even know if this goes in the addendum or in the description or whatever, if I'm being honest. This was supposed to be a simple "safe" containment to get me integrated into the program. Was this in the training somewhere?? Oh, I should add what the thing has been up to, right? So… my old supervisor, now 5-3, is constantly ramming his head back and forth and honestly I think his neck might even be broken at this point. Yet his weird "Quatre" thing is still going on… 5-1 has been rubbing his hands against the wall until the skin on them was so broken the hands could be used as a marker, and 5-2 has been wriggling on the ground crying. I can't have them relocated as of now because their movements are obviously part of the sequence somehow… What a drag… Update 28-10-2019: They stopped… I have seen my future colleagues dwindle down to a bunch of tics, movements and noises… maybe it is a little drastic, but I don't think this place is right for me… this kind of phenomenon should not be contained at any cost. This should be destroyed somehow, or hidden from researchers. Indeed, my old supervisor has perished due to the injuries to his neck, but 5-1 and 5-2 were able to help themselves. They are in bad condition. I gave them access to water and a medical kit and strapped them to a hospital bed on wheels before the sequence was started and I think I can now roll them around without it being an interruption. I told them I would bring them to a hospital, but that would be incredibly irresponsible. This thing can, or… no, it WANTS to kill as many people as possible. The rules are petty, like in a kids game, too. I don't know how to make this document all fancy-like, but I DO now how to use 5-3's login information to request or update a maybe more extreme containment procedure…an emergency protocol. This is basically the last that will ever be heard from me, as I fear for the fate of humanity if I don't even take the small precaution that I might already be infected into consideration. This SCP will be considered neutralized, as long as its not dug up, I'd say. And with that, I say adieu. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5566" by Quinnen and Scented_Shadow, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5566. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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Should mentions be discovered, they are to be promptly removed. Any discovered copies of SCP-5567 are to be kept in Site-23 anomalous storage Unit-12. Personnel wishing to access SCP-5567 with clearance level below SCP-5567/2 must gain permission from project director Researcher Oliver Crane or project lead Senior Researcher Kelly Apple. Post 19/12/2019 Additions: No physical changes may be made to any copy of SCP-5567 upon discovery without direct permission from project director Researcher Crane. Any person found guilty of doing so will be removed from working with SCP-5567, and reported to Site Director Lilith Miles. Update 25/09/2019: Due to the unknown nature of SCP-5567-1's anomalous development, testing has been temporarily suspended. Only the aforementioned personnel may access SCP-5567. Description SCP-5567 title card. SCP-5567 is a direct-to-video, subtitled, pilot episode of a Japanese anime titled "海辺の謎"1. A label on the back cover claims it was distributed by a believed-to-be nonexistent "East Blue Productions"; investigation is ongoing. The plot of SCP-5567 involves a detective named Toshiro Arikawa (SCP-5567-1) investigating a spike in missing person cases in the fictional seaside town of Michikomio, Japan. Although locals claim a yokai2 is responsible, Toshiro remains skeptical. Every twenty-four-hours following the previous successful viewing of SCP-5567, the culprit of the disappearances changes, along with corresponding scenes and other details relating to the mystery. Discovery of SCP-5567-1 SCP-5567-1 is an emergent awareness embedded in the character of Detective Arikawa, which developed upon repetitive viewing during preliminary Foundation testing.3 During testing, SCP-5567-1 gradually became aware of its status as a fictional character. Evidence of this included: Dialogue by SCP-5567-1, considered unfitting to the scene SCP-5567-1 appearing late to scenes SCP-5567-1 not appearing in scenes SCP-5567-1 responding to remarks made by Foundation personnel in the room4 SCP-5567-1 failing to speak for extended periods of time Testing has revealed SCP-5567-1 is aware of when SCP-5567 is being watched, its place as a character in a direct to video anime, and the year SCP-5567 was supposedly created.5 Additionally, testing has revealed that SCP-5567-1 is aware of previous iterations of itself, interactions with viewers, and plot resolutions. For more information uncovered during testing with SCP-5567-1, see the addendums below. _ Interview Log 01Close Interview SCP-5567-1 Interview Log 01 Interviewed: SCP-5567-1 Interviewer: Dr. Kelly Apple, Researcher Daichi Fox Objective: To learn what exactly SCP-5567-1 knows about itself, its creation, and the world around it. Note: As SCP-5567-1 can only communicate in Japanese, Researcher Fox, fluent in English and Japanese, translated for both parties. <Begin Log> Dr. Apple: I am only going to say this once. Detective Arikawa, you will now be known as SCP-5567-1. Do you understand me? [SCP-5567-1 leans back in his chair and looks to the sky.] SCP-5567-1: The voices in my head seem quite active today. Maybe I should go to a shrink like Aoi tells me to. Dr. Apple: My name is Dr. Apple, and I'm here to interview you. Next to me is Researcher Fox. Please be more responsive to the questions. SCP-5567-1: Can't right now, doc. My schedule is a bit backed up at the moment, what with the murders and all. [SCP-5567-1 taps his pen against his notepad, and sighs.] SCP-5567-1: The murders… Dr. Apple: SCP-5567-1, I need you to answer me— SCP-5567-1: I was not alive before. I would have appreciated some company within Michikomio. Outside company is not unwanted, but you seem quite incompetent and a bore to listen to. Talk to me when you get a better doctor to do it for you. And please, my name is Toshiro Arikawa. [At this point, SCP-5567-1 looks at the camera and gently pushes it away. By the next perspective shift, SCP-5567-1 has disappeared from the frame.] <End Log> Observations: SCP-5567-1 does not appear to be capable of viewing observers. How it knows that it is being watched is currently unknown. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! SCP-5567-1 Interview To: kellyapple@SCiPnet From: daichifox@SCiPnet Subject: SCP-5567-1 Interview Hello Kelly! I'm still landing my footing here, but a useful phrase we have around the office in my division is "a content anomaly is a contained anomaly". Maybe try using his name, many anomalies cooperate simply by hearing their given name. We need to gain his trust, as he seems very wary around us. See you tomorrow! To: daichifox@SCiPnet From: kellyapple@SCiPnet Subject: Re:SCP-5567-1 Interview Daichi, I appreciate the incentive, but trust me in this. We can use its name if necessary, but we do not need to bend to the anomaly's will. Try to learn from me. _ Interview Log 02Close Interview SCP-5567-1 Interview Log 02 Interviewed: Detective Arikawa Interviewer: Researcher Daichi Fox Objective: To gain the trust of Arikawa to facilitate understanding of the underlying anomaly. To this end, Researcher Fox is conducting the interview. Note: Interview conducted in Japanese. <Begin Log> [Detective Arikawa is sitting on a piece of driftwood on the beach, attempting to light a cigarette. A stormfront is brewing, though the sunset is beautiful.] Fox: Hello, Detective Arikawa, I was wondering if I could speak with you. Arikawa: Jesus, can a man take a smoke in peace? I already told you doc, I don't want nothing to do— Fox: No, no, you misunderstand, sir. I was merely a translator for my supervisor, Apple. My name is Daichi Fox. Arikawa: Ah. I suppose I could give someone new a chance. Especially since you're using my name. My real name. [Arikawa takes a deep drag of the cigarette and exhales, watching the cloud drift away.] Arikawa: Now go on, say your piece. I'll leave when I'm done with this cigarette. Fox: Oh… okay, ah…. How did you feel when you first gained— first became aware of your surroundings. Arikawa: Shitty. Fox: Okay… what do you want to do with your life? Arikawa: Well, I would kill myself, but I wouldn't know what to do after that. [takes a drag] Fox: Not that much of a planner, eh? Arikawa: What can I say, I'm more of an action man than a thinking man. [Thundering is heard in the distance.] Fox: Not a bad way to be. Aren't you afraid it's going to rain? Arikawa: Nah, it never rains around here this time. A little further down the coast, maybe, but never went out that far. Fox: Why not? Arikawa: Heh, I'm suicidal, not insane. Traveled down the coast for a shopping trip one time, halfway to the next town I started unravelling. [takes a drag] Could feel ink dripping from my back, the car almost falling apart from the weight of an animator's pencil pressing against it. I didn't feel… finished. Turned around like a [chuckles] fox with its tail between its legs. Fox: You say that so casually. That you're suicidal. Arikawa: It's nothing to make a fuss of, not to me. [Arikawa takes one final drag of his cigarette, and crushes it beneath his heel.] Arikawa: Well, there's that. Nice talking to you, kid. Fox: You too. See you around. <End Log> Observations: The anomaly appears capable of aiming the camera to focus on it at all times. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! – hide block To: daichifox@SCiPnet From: kellyapple@SCiPnet Subject: SCP-5567-1 Interview Conduct I read your interview with SCP-5567-1 yesterday. You were not productive, Daichi, and very unprofessional transcript at that. Flowery language does not make a transcript. Talking to a construct about its feelings is getting us nowhere. We need to learn exactly what it can do, and what it knows about it. You are poisoning the well of research before we can try and take a drink. Watch and learn from me, Fox. To: kellyapple@SCiPnet From: daichifox@SCiPnet Subject: Re:SCP-5567-1 Interview Conduct Kelly, you're being quite cold. If we gain his trust, he's more likely to cooperate, at least from what I have picked up on. If I see him closing up, I'll try to smooth things out next interview you do. See you tomorrow! To: daichifox@SCiPnet From: kellyapple@SCiPnet Subject: Re:Re:SCP-5567-1 Interview Conduct Fox, I need you to trust me. _ Interview Log 03Close Interview SCP-5567-1 Interview Log 03 Interviewed: SCP-5567-1 Interviewer: Researcher Kelly Apple, Researcher Daichi Fox Objective: To fully understand the origin and abilities of SCP-5567-1. <Begin Log> [SCP-5567-1 is within the Michikomio Library, reading at a wooden desk. A radio is playing a muted jazz tune in the background.] Apple: Hello, SCP-5567-1. SCP-5567-1: [eyes not leaving the book] I'm guessing this is Apple speaking? Apple: Yes, I want to ask you questions about yourself. SCP-5567-1: I suppose I could indulge in conversation. You'll hear me out like that Fox kid, eh? Apple: I don't have to— [Fox does not translate this dialogue to SCP-5567-1.] Apple: (…) Fine, yes, I will. SCP-5567-1: Wonderful. [Snapping the book shut and staring into camera.] What do you want to know? Apple: I—We would like to know when you were created, preferably who created you, as well. SCP-5567-1: What it says on the title card. 1985 and "East Blue" Productions, I believe. Apple: You only know what is on the title card? SCP-5567-1: You asked me what I know, and I told you what I know. Now if you don't mind, I have to figure out what in the hell skinned this little girl, or else her father promised to kill me. [Several other library patrons shush SCP-5567-1, who becomes more withdrawn. He sighs, rubs his face with his hands, and pulls out his cigarette box, only to reveal it to be empty.] SCP-5567-1: Damn, I always forget this is where I have to refill my cigs. Nice talking to you, Fox. Apple, you've grown on me. [SCP-5567-1 leaves the frame, and the camera remains centered on the book it left on the table, entitled 日出ずる国の民間伝承.6] <End Log> _ Interview Log 04Close Interview SCP-5567-1 Interview Log 04 Interviewed: SCP-5567-1 Interviewer: Researcher Daichi Fox Objective: To learn about SCP-5567-1's understanding of the yokai within SCP-5567. <Begin Log> [Detective Arikawa is sitting on the steps of the back porch of his home. He is holding a lit cigarette between his fingers.] Fox: Hello Detective Arikawa. How are you today? Arikawa: [looks at the screen]. Ah, Fox. Hey kid. Fox: You know, you only look a few years older than me, but you call me kid. And please, call me Daichi. Arikawa: I can't see you, remember. Fox: I'm thirty. Arikawa: Thirty-five going on fifty. Fox: See? We're about the same age. [Fox shuffles in his seat.] Fox: Anyways, to the point. I would like to ask you about the yokai that you encounter. Arikawa: [takes a drag of his cigarette] What about em'? Fox: For starters, [flips through notes] the lady with a thousand faces, she was just the shop keep, right? When you see the shopkeep after that, how do you think of her? [Arikawa closes his eyes, taking a deep sigh.] Arikawa: I can't think anything. If I thought anything special, it would interfere with my ability to go on. Fox: Why do you continue to solve the mysteries? What is making you? Arikawa: Justice. [Arikawa takes another drag of his cigarette, then throws it to the ground, crushing it beneath his heel.] Arikawa: I know everyone in Michikomio is an empty shell of themselves. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna let them suffer 'cause I am. Fox: Do you feel as if solving these mysteries gives you a sense of belonging? Arikawa: [chuckles] Would you believe me if I said no? Fox: I'm curious, why? Arikawa: If I don't solve a case, twenty-four-hours later, there's a new one. A little girl is ripped apart in front of me and I'll watch her buy candy from a vendor the next day. All I do is give them a temporary good ending. Fox: Then why do you still do it? Arikawa: Just because I'm suffering doesn't mean these husks have to. It doesn't feel right to leave things because I'm upset. The least I can do is avenge them, maybe fulfill their spirits' need for vengeance, if only for a little while. Fox: That's very admirable. Arikawa: I suppose. [As he says that, a female figure appears on the top of a hill in the distance, waving to Akiwara. He tiredly raises his hand in response.] Akiwara: That's my cue, we're almost at the climax. See you later, Daichi. Fox: Good luck. Akiwara: [chuckles and shakes his head.] Don't need it, but thanks. <End Log> Archive Notice The containment team of SCP-5567 has unanimously decided to archive interview logs five, six, and seven, as the information within has been deemed irrelevant.. For the archived logs, see SCiP-ARC/5567 Interviews. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION HUMAN RESOURCES DEPARTMENT Multiple unnamed sources have claimed that the recipient of this memo, DAICHI FOX, has been conducting interviews deemed unproductive in the development of an anomaly under their care, SCP-5567-1. This memo is to be considered a warning. Any further complaints made towards you will be referred to your supervisor for further resolution. Additional: To increase productivity, DAICHI FOX will be accompanied with every interview with SCP-5567-1 until given approval to act independently. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Stepping Back To: kellyapple@SCiPnet From: daichifox@SCiPnet Subject: Stepping back I believe it is in the best interest of the case for me to distance myself from SCP-5567-1. After receiving the memo, I was forced to realize that I have been too focused on trying to gain his trust. Although I'd like to be there to watch the progression of the anomaly and be there for him if he needs it, it seems like he's willing to cooperate without my advice at this point. I'll let you take the reins again. Contact me if he shuts down, if you'd like. To: daichifox@SCiPnet From: kellyapple@SCiPnet Subject: Re:Stepping back Noted. I'll inform Oliver of your decision ASAP. I was only ever trying to look out for you, Daichi. I'll be sure to let SCP-5567-1 know as well. And I'll ask for your help if it's needed. To: kellyapple@SCiPnet From: daichifox@SCiPnet Subject: Re:Re:Stepping Back Thanks. Do stick to calling him Arikawa, it will do wonders to his cooperation. Trust me. To: daichifox@SCiPnet From: kellyapple@SCiPnet Subject: Re:Re:Re:Stepping Back Right. Addendum 5567 Status Update Observer: Dr. Kelly Apple, Dr. Marvin Waters Interview(s) Summary: SCP-5567-1 initially expressed irritation that Researcher Fox was no longer interviewing it. It was reluctantly explained that Researcher Fox chose to stop directly interacting with SCP-5567-1. It appeared to take comfort in the fact that Researcher Fox had not been forced to stop interacting with it, finding his reasoning "noble" which aided in its further cooperation. Progress as of 09/09/2019: SCP-5567-1 has been observed to have gained full/near full control of itself and its surroundings. Sapience and anomalous properties seem to be progressing at a steady pace, relative to number of interations SCP-5567 has undergone. — Dr. Marvin Waters Update as of 12/09/2019: SCP-5567-1's sapience and anomalous properties seem to be progressing in larger amounts than previously documented. New properties include: The ability to change which predetermined scene is occurring at will (if it chooses to partake in such scene)7 The ability to make objects appear Additionally, SCP-5567-1's physical appearance has been altered. It now looks disheveled, opposed to the clean-cut appearance seen previously. — Dr. Kelly Apple Updates as of 25/09/2019: SCP-5567-1 has become almost non-responsive to Foundation personnel. Although no current threat to containment has been made, it has been decided that SCP-5567-1 testing will be brought to an indefinite halt. Contact Researcher Crane or Dr. Apple for any questions regarding this decision. _ + Security Log 5567-TEST-D 29/11/2019- Close Log <Begin Log> 12:25 [Researcher Kelly Apple is seen walking purposefully down the hall containing the testing chamber used for SCP-5567, holding an autotranslator and SCP-5567. She flashes her ID to the guards, who let her pass.] 12:26 [Apple enters the chamber, and loads SCP-5567-1 into the dedicated television within the chamber.] 12:27 [She attempts to play SCP-5567, but it only shows the credits. Apple has a look of annoyance as she rewinds the tape and plays it.] 12:28 [After the introduction, she forwards SCP-5567 to a scene showing SCP-5567-1 in the Michikomio Library. SCP-5567-1 appears disheveled, with wrinkled clothing and greasy, stringy hair.] 12:29 [Apple attempts to get the attention of SCP-5567-1, but is ignored. Apple angrily attempts to tap on the television screen, to the same response.] 12:30 [Apple looks around for a moment, and starts talking to SCP-5567-1, quietly at first but gets more animated as she continues. SCP-5567-1 tries to ignore her still but something Apple says catches his attention.] 12:33 [SCP-5567-1 and Apple begin a back-and-forth conversation, talking and gesturing. As Apple speaks SCP-5567-1 becomes more withdrawn.] 12:34 [Apple looks worried, and asks SCP-5567-1 a question. After a moment of hesitation, SCP-5567-1 tells her something. Apple sits ramrod straight, says one last thing to SCP-5567-1, ejects SCP-5567 and walks out of the chamber.] <End Log> Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! SCP-5567-1 I'm Sorry To: kellyapple@SCiPnet From: daichifox@SCiPnet Subject: I'm Sorry _ + Security Log 5567-TEST-D 02/12/2019- Close Log <Begin Log> 01:05 [During a guard shift exchange, Researcher Fox is seen walking down the hall. He attempts to walk casually, but looks nervous.] 01:06 [Fox enters the chamber, closes the blinds and locks the door. He reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a VHS tape.] 01:07 [The television blares the intro music and title card for SCP-5567, which causes Fox to hastily lunge towards the television to hit the pause button, before lowering the volume and unpausing SCP-5567.] 01:07 [Fox fast forwards through the establishing shots of SCP-5567, stopping at the first shot including SCP-5567-1, where he is sleeping in his house.] 01:08 [Fox taps on the screen, waking SCP-5567-1 up. Fox begins to talk animatedly to SCP-5567-1 in Japanese.] 01:10 [After a while, Fox stops talking, and looks concerned, he asks a question. SCP-5567-1 replies in a snappy tone of voice.] 01:11 [Fox attempts to respond, his shoulders slumping as he does so, but is interrupted by SCP-5567-1, who launches in a tirade against Fox. ] 01:13 [SCP-5567-1 ends his tirade, and Fox tries talking to him in a soft tone.] 01:15 [The video cassette is forcibly ejected from the television set, landing in Fox's lap. He puts his face in his hands and doesn't move for several minutes, before getting out of his chair and exiting the chamber.] <End Log> To: daichifox@SCiPnet From: kellyapple@SCiPnet Subject: Re:I'm Sorry I told you not to get close to him, why did you have to push it? To: kellyapple@SCiPnet From: daichifox@SCiPnet Subject: Re:Re:I'm Sorry I just tried talking to him, and I don't know. He just seemed so brave and kind. I wanted him to know he wasn't alone. That he didn't have to go through life alone. I didn't want him to live in a world where no one cared. I wanted him to know I cared. To: daichifox@SCiPnet From: kellyapple@SCiPnet Subject: Re:Re:Re:I'm Sorry Did you ever consider that you were putting him in more pain than he deserved? All those times you forced him to talk to you, forcing the tape to play, you forced him to see his friends turn into horrible monsters and ghouls. He saw his friends die over and over. You made him miserable. To: kellyapple@SCiPnet From: daichifox@SCiPnet Subject:Re:Re:Re:Re:I'm Sorry I didn't mean to. I tried distancing myself from him as if that would help, but it didn't. I didn't want him to be lonely anymore, I thought I could fix that. Fix him, at least. I just wanted to help him. Incident Log 5567-19/12/2019 On the 19th of December, 2019, during an unrelated containment breach, the entire site experienced a cascading power failure. After power was restored, it was discovered that substantial modifications had been made to SCP-5567, including the physical removal of a portion of the tape, which included the timestamp that the murders occurred within. It is unknown who, if anyone, is responsible for this vandalism. The emergent intelligence has been unaffected by the alteration. Post Incident 19/12/2019 Researcher Fox put in for a transfer after the above incident, which was granted. Upon vacating his lodgings at the Site, the following correspondence was found.8 Arikawa-San While I am sure you won’t get to read this, possibly some member of the research staff will take pity on me and read it to you. I won’t take too much of your time. I sincerely apologize to you. While I understand I violated your boundaries, at the time, I felt as if I was doing so for the right reasons. Please be assured that I am no longer a part of the research staff here, and you won't have to interact with me anymore. I am transferring because I feel I have lost my objective, and want to give you peace of mind. I hope someday you will come to forgive me. All my love, Daichi Fox Upon locating this correspondence, Dr. Apple requested a full enquiry be made into Researcher Fox’s behavior. The letter was not read to SCP-5567-1. Footnotes 1. Umibe no Nazo; Seaside Mystery. 2. Monsters, usually ghosts or demons in Japanese folklore. 3. As little is known of emergent awareness within the Foundation, study of SCP-5567-1 is considered to be higher priority than of SCP-5567. 4. As SCP-5567-1 only understands Japanese, responses primarily consisted of confusion. 5. 1985 6. Folklore from the Land of the Rising Sun. 7. This will physically rewind the VHS 8. Translated from Japanese. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5567" by Mew-ltiverse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5567. 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: pic Name: Umibe no Nazo Author: Mew-ltiverse License: cc-by-sa 3.0 Source Link: http://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-5567/Pic Derivative of: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:三浦海岸の日の出,_Sunrise_over_the_Uraga_waterway_-_panoramio.jpg |
SCP-5568 | euclid | ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ The following page contains references to psychological abuse, manipulation, and suicide. Read at your own discretion. close Info X SCP-5568: What Friends Are For ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains references to abuse, manipulation, & suicide. 75% (+24) 25% (-8) -% (+0) -% (-0) Replaces "ITEM#:" text SCP-5568 LEVEL4 SECRET CONTAINMENT CLASS: euclid THREAT CLASS: green DISRUPTION CLASS: vlam RISK CLASS: caution link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level4 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Assigned Site Site-17 Site Director Sophia Light Research Head Rodrick Hummel Assigned Task Force Gamma-12 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5568 is currently held in the mind of D-41903, who has been placed in a Sapient Humanoid Anomaly Containment Cell with standard accommodations. Staff is not to view any part of the cell unless cleared for experimentation, to which the staff member is to maintain visual contact of SCP-5568 at all times. EMERGENCY UPDATE: Following Incident 5568/IR-01, all members of SCP-5568 containment and research teams are to identify themselves as having a close relationship with a minimum of three other Foundation personnel, who will then be asked to confirm or deny this. All staff assigned to SCP-5568 are to be screened for signs of depression, anxiety, or loneliness. If they are found to have the aforementioned signs, or an identified personnel denies having a close relationship with the member, they are to be immediately reassigned to another site and the Internal Security Department is to be alerted. Mobile Task Force Gamma-12 "Friendship is Militarized" is to perform an interview with SCP-5568 once a month for consultation regarding GoI-827. Description: SCP-5568 is a sapient migratory thought-form, capable of causing visual, auditory, and tactile hallucinations. SCP-5568 has consistently only caused hallucinations of a human female that identifies itself as the aforementioned thought-form. Due to its nature as a migrating thought, SCP-5568 can only be seen by one subject at a time and is only able to move to another person's perception if they are viewing the space that it portrays itself as occupying. Discovery: SCP-5568 was found during a raid on a Chaos Insurgency hideout by MTF Upsilon-11 "Avalon's Wake". When discovered, it was only visible to U11-3, who quickly identified the anomaly as only being perceivable by one person. SCP-5568 immediately surrendered, stating that it wanted to talk to a researcher about an "important matter". Once the anomaly was identified and safely apprehended, it was put into temporary containment with U11-3. Addendum - Interview Log 5568/INT-01: The following is the initial interview between SCP-5568 and Junior Researcher Luna Weiss. Foreword: Performed pre-emptive to normal initial interviews with sapient entities due to the anomaly's specific request to be interviewed as soon as possible. At the time Junior Researcher Luna Weiss enters, SCP-5568 is in the mind of U11-3. SCP-5568's dialogue was added based on testimony by Weiss. <Begin Log> Weiss: Good morning Sharon, and to your friend as well. U11-3: Good morning. I've lost visual on the anomaly, is it safe to assume you see it now? Weiss: I do, thank you. You may leave now. <U11-3 stands up and leaves the room. Weiss sits on the same seat U11-3 was sat on and places two water bottles on each end of the table.> Weiss: I brought some water if you can drink it. SCP-5568: I can't, but thank you. What rank are you? Weiss: Junior Researcher, sorry, all the big boys are busy elsewhere. SCP-5568: Will this interview be written down and read by someone higher? Weiss: Presumably yes, once you get a proper SCP designation and containment. SCP-5568: Good, thank you. Weiss: Anyway, let's start with the basics. What would you like me to call you, and what would you describe yourself as? SCP-5568: My name is Sarah Pain. I'm a Tulpa1, created by Jessica Winthrop two years ago, but I've become independent after her recent death. Weiss: I'm sorry to hear about your creator. Why were you at a Chaos Insurgency hideout? SCP-5568: Jess was a member of a group called The Syndicate, a bunch of magic people doing magic things just for fun and hanging out. Or, rather, that's what they appear to be. When you look under the surface you see manipulative hateful abusers who target lonely people, pulling them in with promises of friendship and a sense of belonging. They make you a "friend" and you become practically addicted to that "friendship". Jess figured this out and tried to warn some new people out of it. The inner-circle heard about this and attacked her. She committed suicide, but it was orchestrated by them. I was beyond pissed. Started trying to think of violent gangs that could deal with anomalous dege-… assholes, like them. Chaos Insurgency is the definition of violent gangs, so I went there first to ask them to help. Weiss: I take it negotiations didn't go very far? SCP-5568: Yeah, got put on lockdown before I even got a word in. Weiss: When you were apprehended, you seemed to recognize the SCP logo, and in your story there you knew about the Chaos Insurgency. How do you know this? SCP-5568: Some of the friends work here, or hang out in the library, or in the GAW's IRC, or in the Noosphere. They know all they need to know about each place. Weiss: Are you stating that members of the Foundation may be covertly working for a potentially hostile group of interest? If so, that's a pretty big accusation, and you're going to have to show some proof and drop some names. SCP-5568: Unfortunately, I have neither. Everyone uses usernames and never says their real names, and I'm just a Tulpa, all I can offer is hearsay. Weiss: Well, if you were worried about higher-ups not reading this before, they definitely will be now. What is the purpose of this group your host was a part of? SCP-5568: I don't know if they have some higher plan. My best guess has been that they like the feeling of being powerful over others. Why does a spouse abuser abuse their spouse? If there was ever such a thing as friend abuse, that'd be my assumption. Weiss: Alright. Is there anything more you would like to get out before a proper initial interview? SCP-5568: I have more information on them whenever you want it, but I think that's everything I needed to get in your files right away. Weiss: Thank you. Do I need to stay here with you until the guard can come to get you, or can you stay here? SCP-5568: I'll need you to stay here unless you want to pull me along with you somewhere. <End Log> Closing Statement: The attending guard arrived shortly after and escorted SCP-5568 to a temporary anomaly holding cell. It was transferred to D-73912 who stayed in the room until it could be properly processed. Addendum - Incident Report 5568/IR-01: 31 hours after the initial acquisition, attending guard Markus Allemand entered SCP-5568's temporary holding cell and stabbed D-73912 in the head, killing them instantly. SCP-5568 reports that it was forced into the mind of Allemand, who then attempted to kill it with the same method. This failed, to which Allemand attempted to kill SCP-5568 through punching, strangulation, and using their firearm. The sound of firing his weapon alerted nearby staff, who quickly detained Allemand, with SCP-5568 moving to one of the other detaining staff's mind. SCP-5568 reports that it was unharmed during the incident and has since moved to the mind of D-41903. The following is an interview conducted by Doctor Rodrick Hummel with Markus Allemand, shortly after the aforementioned incident. Foreword: Performed with Markus Allemand handcuffed to the table, with all weaponry removed. <Begin Log> Hummel: Are you ready to explain yourself Mark? <Silence for 6 seconds> Hummel: Markus if you don't answer for yourself I can guarantee that you will be terminated for such an egregious act. If you have any sort of defense for yourself, now is the time to state it. <Allemand speaks quietly> Allemand: She deserved it. Hummel: Excuse me? You're going to have to speak up for it to be recorded. Allemand: I did the right thing. Hummel: You need to talk louder Allemand, you know my hearing isn't that great anymore. <Allemand begins to yell> Allemand: I was fucking doing you assholes a favor! She's a fucking degenerate trying to get innocent kind people killed for her own sick pleasure! That bitch deserved to die, I don't know how she lived through Many's2 suicide but all she's doing is continuing that traitor's job! All she wants to do is destroy the lives of all the people who've done nothing but love and care for her because she's a fucking psycho that loves making others miserable! I should've fucking killed myself the instant I realized she snuck in me, if I die protecting my friends I can die happy, and that would've at least shocked her enough to shut her the fuck up. <Silence for 9 seconds> Hummel: What the fuck happened to you, Mark? Allemand: I found people who made me happy. <End Log> Closing Statement: Markus Allemand was terminated shortly after this interview. Further investigation showed a general lack of recognition among Foundation staff with Allemand. Following this incident, Mobile Task Force Gamma-12 "Friendship is Militarized" was created and assigned to the investigation of the newly designated GoI-827 "The Syndicate". Containment Procedures have received an emergency update in response to this event. Footnotes 1. Tulpae are non-anomalous pseudo-sapient thought-forms intentionally created by a person within their own mind. Can become anomalous through thaumaturgic or ontokinetic means, often resulting in the Tulpa gaining a physical form or separating from their host. 2. "Many" was later identified by SCP-5568 to be referring to "ManyANoName", the online alias of Jessica Winthrop. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5568" by DesertMoonGW, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5568. 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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In cooperation with the municipal government of the Sharqia Governorate of Egypt, the exhumation of recently deceased human remains is strictly forbidden. All death records and autopsies are to have any mention of SCP-5569-2 removed. The occupation of coroner and undertaker is to be a Foundation-regulated government-appointed position; all individuals employed will receive a monthly amnestic treatment to remove knowledge of SCP-5569-2. Any civilian discoveries of SCP-5569-2 will be discredited, have evidence destroyed, and/or witnesses amnestisized at the discretion of the responding concealment team. A Foundation security detail is to remain posted at the Bubastis excavation site. Access to SCP-5569-1 is strictly forbidden to civilians, as well as Foundation personnel. The Foundation-led Tell Basta Project is authorized to operate within Bubastis under the stipulation that SCP-5569-1 remains undisturbed. In the situation that SCP-5569-1a is breached, Mobile Strike Force Gamma-77 ("Solomon's Bane") is to be dispatched to facilitate re-containment. Update|2016/01/22: In order to ensure that SCP-5569-1a remains sealed the construction of an S-Class Thaumic Neutralization Chamber surrounding SCP-5569-1 has been approved. The chamber's estimated time of completion is 2020/10/31. Description SCP-5569-1 is an underground temple complex located in Bubastis, Egypt; the inner chambers of which are sealed by a thaumaturgic array. The phenomenon designated SCP-5569-2 is centered around the SCP-5569-1 complex. SCP-5569-2 is a phenomenon affecting human corpses within a 3000 km2 area of the Sharqia Governorate of Egypt. SCP-5569-2 causes deceased humans to have their tongues demanifested from their bodies within 24 hours postmortem. The demanifested tongues will re-manifest within SCP-5569-1's main chamber. These tongues show no signs of decomposition despite existing in conditions otherwise incapable of such preservation. The tongue's preservation appears to last indefinitely unless the tongue is removed from SCP-5569-1, at which time rapid decomposition occurs. There are estimated to be over 2.5 million human tongues within SCP-5569-1. Systematic exhumation and examination of human remains revealed that SCP-5569-2 has affected 100% of deceased humans within its area of effect. This has occurred since approximately 1964; as human remains from prior to 1964 have been unaffected by SCP-5569-2. Discovery On 1965/02/11, the Foundation was contacted by a representative of the United Arab Republic regarding the SCP-5569-2 phenomenon. Through a joint effort with the local government, SCP-5569-2's area of effect was established along with its containment procedures. SCP-5569-1 was discovered by the Tell Basta Project on 2015/03/14, during the routine excavation of Bubastis. Dr. William Cooper was the first person to enter SCP-5569-1, uncovering the main chamber and its large quantity of human tongues shortly thereafter. Dr. Cooper reported his findings to the Tell Basta Project's Foundation liaison, at which time the connection to SCP-5569-2 was made. The Foundation dispatched Archeological Task Force Mu-4 ("Tomb Robbers") as a response to the initial discovery. Due to the presence of several thaumaturgic runes, Dr. Giovanni Caprini1 was assigned to facilitate any necessary thaumaturgic response. SCP-5569-1 Report SCP-5569-1 consists of three concentric areas, the outermost of which(designated SCP-5569-1c) was discovered in 1964 during Bubastis's initial excavation. The artifacts found within SCP-5569-1c included artistic pieces, mundane documents, several human remains, and over 300,000 mummified felines. Of the objects discovered by civilians in 1964, none showed any signs of anomalous properties. Dr. Caprini theorizes that the excavation of the outer chamber is what triggered the SCP-5569-2 phenomenon. Unlike the outer area, SCP-5569-1b drastically differs from typical Egyptian temples with very little artistic or religious paraphernalia. One hieroglyphic mural is present in the main chamber depicting a battle or war fought and won against an army of feline entities.2 Of the 14 chambers discovered within SCP-5569-1b, only the main chamber and innermost wall had shown signs of anomalous properties. The main chamber forming the center for the SCP-5569-2 ritual and the inner walls completing a second thaumaturgic seal surrounding the innermost chamber (designated SCP-5569-1a). Along with the powerful thaumic seal, there was a warning above the door within the main chamber leading to SCP-5569-1a, written in Egyptian hieroglyphs, demotic, and Greek. The following is an English translation of the warning: Here sleeps the brood mother. When the Third Seal breaks, bare us your tongues. Repair the Third Seal.3 Should the Second Seal break, Our Speech/Tongue will fend off the fiend. Uphold the Second Seal.4 Do not fall prey to its lies– The remaining inscriptions were indecipherable due to erosion. Radar, thermal, and sonographic examination of SCP-5569-1a revealed it to consist of one corridor leading to a large chamber. The only object within this chamber was a small geological structure, correctly theorized to be a statue. Exploration of SCP-5569-1a was approved and scheduled for 2015/05/23. Incident Report | Operation Inner-Circle On 2015/05/23, an attempt to explore SCP-5569-1a was made, designated Operation Inner-Circle. The procedure for exploration was as follows: One D-Class personnel will be fitted with a hazmat suit, lighting apparatus, and a shoulder-mounted audio/video recording device. A five member detachment of MSF Gamma-77 will be prepared on standby in the main chamber of SCP-5569-1. Four technicians will open the door to SCP-5569-1a allowing the D-Class to enter. The technicians will seal the door behind the D-Class at which time it will remain sealed for 20 minutes. The D-Class will explore the SCP-5569-1a chamber and any occupants thereof. After 20 minutes the chamber will be opened, and the D-Class removed. Operation Inner-Circle was conducted at 13:30, the following is a transcription of the event: ● SCP-5569 Event Log ● ○ SCP-5569 Event Log ○ [BEGIN LOG] Control: D-7740k, Captain Reinner, mic check. D-7740k: Aye. Reinner: Read you loud and clear. Control: Captain, I'd like your channel muted for the duration of the experiment, unless otherwise needed. Reinner: Understood, going dark. Control: D-7740k, I would like you to activate the device on your shoulder. There will be a rectangular button on the right side– please press it. D-7740k: You got it. Here, how's that? [The video feed activates revealing five MSF agents and the four technicians standing before a large stone door with intricate patterns carved upon it. The floor is covered in human tongues, coming knee-high on the MSF agents.] Control: Excellent. Now as you know, once inside you will have 20 minutes to enter the inner chamber, explore, and exit the chamber. Do you understand? D-7740k: Absolutely, can we– can we just do this though? This room really gives me the willies. [D-7740k begins wading forward through the viscous layers of human tongues.] D-7740k: This is not what I was ima– [D-7740k slips and falls, the tongues envelop him and the camera in a dark shade of pink, the sound of wet meat moving can be heard. He grunts as Captain Reinner pulls him from the floor.] Reinner Watch out there, champ. D-7740k: Can we please get this over with. Control: You may proceed. [D-7740k finally makes it to the stone door, the four technicians are prepared to open it. As they struggle through the layer of tongues and open the door a dark corridor comes into view; D-7740k enters.] Dr-7740k: Shit, it's dark in here. [As the lighting apparatus activates D-7740k turns around to see the door seal behind him.] Control: Remember, 20 minutes. Please proceed down the corridor. [D-7740k walks down the corridor, focusing on the walls, intricate thaumaturgic lattices line them.] D-7740k: These don't really look like the movies, do they? Control: The movies? D-7740k: Oh, you know, like "The Mummy" or "Scorpion King", with the holographic walls. These don't look like that. Control: Oh. Yeah, that's because those are not "hieroglyphics". D-7740k Well yeah, I fig– Do you hear that? [D-7740k stops a meter from the end of the corridor. No sounds can be heard aside from D-7740k's breathing.] Control: I did not pick anything up, what did you hear? D-7740k: It sounded like talking, or like, whispering maybe– Oh wait, there it was again! Control: It could be feedback from coms on your end, please proceed cautiously. D-7740k: Okay, here I go. [D-7740k enters the chamber, it is circular in shape, the walls are decorated with a large mural across the entire room. A small statue sits in the center of the chamber.] D-7740k: Oh wow, this place is, pretty cool. There's a lot of drawings on the walls here– and a cool cat statue to boot. I don't know, this all looks pretty no– What did you say? Control: I didn't say anything. Are you feeling okay, D-7740k? D-7740k: I'm uh, yeah, I'm fine. Must just be the feedback. Control: Very well, I'd like you to walk along the walls and get footage of some of the murals. D-7740k: Sure thing, these ones are a lot cooler than the ones in the hallway. [D-7740k proceeds to walk along the wall. The murals depict many struggles between seven warriors and various feline and humanoid-feline entities. It also shows these warriors constructing SCP-5569-1. Feline entities, tongues, and circles are prevalent throughout the art.] Control: D-7740k, you have seven minutes remaining. I'd like you to record the statue in the center of the chamber and then exit. [The camera angle begins shifting back and forth as D-7740k looks around the room.] Control: D-7740k, do yo– D-7740k: What? I can't– Where is that coming from? It's so freakin’ loud! Control: D-7740k, can you hear me? D-7740k: Yeah, I can hear you now– I don't know for a second it. Sounded like someone was screaming. I couldn't understand wha– Control: You have five minutes. Please proceed to the statue, and then exit the chamber. D-7740k: Um, yeah, okay. [D-7740k begins walking towards the statue.] Control: Captain Reinner, do you copy? Reinner: Copy, Control. Control: Please ready the medical team for D-7740k, and activate your vid feed. Reinner: Roger that. Is everything okay in there? Control: Just a precaution, please standby. [D-7740k circles around before crouching eye level with the feline statue.] Control: That's enough, D-7740k. Please exit the chamber; four minutes remain. [D-7740k remains silent and stares into the statues face.] Control: Please exit the cham– [D-7740k abruptly stands and turns around, running through the exit and down the corridor. He stops one meter from the stone door leading to SCP-5569-1b.] Control: D-7740k, the door is about to open, please exit slowly and place your hands on the wall next to the door. A medical team will be taking you in for evaluation. Do you understand? [D-7740k remains silent] Control: Captain be advised, I believe D-7740k has been compromised. You may need to assist the medical staff. Reinner: Understood. Control: Open the door. Reinner: You heard the lady, let's get moving. Spread out. [Reinner is standing within SCP-5569-1b, two meters from the stone door that is flanked by the four technicians. His team is standing on each side of Captain Reinner.] Reinner: Once the D-Class gets through I want him on that wall and restrained. We're not taking any chances. Open it. [The four technicians open the stone door, D-7740k can be seen standing in the corridor. After a moment he begins to run through the door stopping as he steps into the mass of tongues.] Reinner: Get up against the wall, D-7740k. I'm only asking nicely once. [Reinner steps forward and stops as D-7740k drops to his knees. D-7740k proceeds to scoop tongues from the mass and press them against his hazmat suit visor. He grunts in frustration.] Reinner: He's in the way of the door. Cooper, Riley restrain him and get him out of there. Cooper: Got it. [Agents Cooper and Riley slowly approach with restraints and batons in hand. D-7740k smashes his hands through his plastic visor and tears it apart, heavily damaging his finger in the process. He eventually tears the head unit from the hazmat suit, and frantically begins consuming the tongues.] Reinner: Christ, get the fuck in there. [Agent Cooper grabs D-7740k's shoulder as he continues to consume whole tongues. Cooper jerks him backward and D-7740k lunges on top of him. Agent Riley manages to pull D-7740k off by putting him in a chokehold.] Riley: Scrappy fella, ain'tcha. Cooper: What the fuck man– you see his eyes? Control: Captain, please get in close enough to see his eyes. Reinner: Yeah, sure. [Captain Reinner focuses the camera on D-7740k's face, his pupils are extremely dilated and moving erratically in all directions.] Cooper: How can he ev– [Agent Riley screams as D-7740k reaches back and shoves his hands under the agent's ribcage. Grabbing firmly D-7740k pulls Agent Riley's bottom ribs through the skin, blood pools out of the wounds. Agent Riley collapses.] [Reinner lunges forward and grabs D-7740k who pushes the captain several feet back before screaming incoherently in an unknown language.] Cooper: Fuck this! [Agent Cooper hits D-7740k in the face with his thaumically enhanced baton, leaving a burn mark across his face. D-7740k jumps on top of Cooper. He proceeds to unhinge his jaw and place it around Agent Cooper's mouth and clamps down. As D-7740k crawls off the agent a large mass can be seen forcing its way down Cooper's bulging throat. Agent Tobin rushes towards D-7740k as Agent Willow checks on Agent Riley's condition.] Reinner: Control, is lethal force authorized? Control: Negative, Captain Reinner, I want him alive. Reinner: Copy. Willow– get him out of here! Tobin stay the fuck back a sec– [D-7740k rushes forward with preternatural speed, gripping Agent Tobin by the bottom jaw. He proceeds to rip it downwards; with his teeth D -7740k removes Agent Tobin's tongue and swallows it.] Willow: Riley's gone, Captain. What's the plan? [D-7740k drops to the ground and begins consuming tongues. Agent Cooper gasps for air as he gets onto his knees and starts gagging. A much larger mass can be seen bulging its way up Agent Cooper's throat. It can be seen shifting position before stopping midway up, stretching his skintight. Cooper reaches up to his throat as something tears through the skin. A feline appendage rips through followed by another. A medium-sized domestic cat rips free of Cooper's throat, nearly severing his head.] Reinner: I'm sorry Control, but that's just about enough of that. You can study his corpse. [Captain Reinner removes his sidearm and takes aim at D-7740k. Both D-7740k and the cat are both distracted by consuming the tongues. Reinner shoots the cat four times before it slumps to the ground. D-7740k begins shrieking incoherently as he stands. Agents Reinner and Willow proceed to fire 14 thaumic rounds into D-7740k.] Control: Captain Reinner, your orders were explicit– Reinner: Fuck the orders– this thing was killing us. Get that goddamn door closed. [The technicians can be seen quickly struggling through the tongues to get to the door. D-7740k begins shaking violently as his body begins to swell.] Reinner: I think we go– [D-7740k's body erupts, blood and viscera spraying the chamber and its remaining occupants. The stone door slams shut, tossing the technicians to the side.] [END LOG] Following this incident, SCP-5569-1 was sealed, and its current containment procedures enacted on 2015/05/25. Due to the nature of the anomaly, no further testing of SCP-5569-1a is to be scheduled, though methods of reducing or eliminating the SCP-5569-2 phenomenon have been approved. Footnotes 1. A thaumaturge with direct expertise in Egyptian thaumaturgy. 2. 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Please reference temporary containment protocols until further procedures are established. Temporary Containment Protocol: The property on which SCP-5570 is located has been evacuated of all non-permanent residents. All physical evidence will be confiscated upon containment of the anomaly. Description SCP-5570 is a series of phenomena affecting the "Stevens' Family Hotel", located in Corbin Springs, Illinois. Phenomena include, but are not limited to: Humanoid spectral entities varying in age, race, and appearance. Electronic malfunctions, including intermittent failure in illumination outlets, abnormal TV activity, and radio interference. Auditory phenomena, including disembodied voices, knocking, screaming, and footsteps. The cause of this concentration of spectral phenomenon is currently under investigation. Discovery The Foundation became aware of SCP-5570 when a member of the Stevens family1 contacted Shelby County Paranormal Investigations2. The Stevens and their patrons reported multiple sightings of spectral entities throughout the hotel. This claim was corroborated through substantial video evidence. Special Investigation Team Charlie-14 ("Spooky Sleuths") was dispatched to assess the situation. UPDATE: Investigation Report Temporary containment protocols were immediately established and SIT Charlie-14 members Cameron Monroe and Jerry Williams arrived to investigate SCP-5570. A brief interview was conducted prior to the initiation of the investigation. ● Interview Log ● ○ Interview Log ○ Interviewer: Investigative Agent Cameron Monroe Interviewed: James Stevens [BEGIN LOG] Monroe: Okay, Mr. Stevens, I just have a few standard questions to ask you before we begin our actual investigation. Are you ready to begin? Stevens: Yeah, I'm ready, ask away. Monroe: Great. Your family consists of you, your wife Evelyn, and your son Michael, is that correct? Stevens: Mike, his name's Mike; but yes, that's correct. Monroe: And you've owned this property for six months? Stevens: Yes, though we just opened the hotel last month. Monroe: Any information you can give me on the former owners? Stevens: Her name was, Madam Creon, I think. The realtor told us she ran one of those psychic readings businesses. Supposedly she was the real deal, did a bunch séances for people in the area. We even have a bunch of stuff she left in the basement of the hotel. You think that could have to do with everything going on? Monroe: It's possible, but as I said these are just standard questions. Stevens: Of course, I'm just, I'm at the end of my rope here. We spent months doing nothing but prepping to open and right after we do, all this starts. Monroe: So have you and your family witnessed these… phenomena, or just your customers? Stevens: My son was the first to see the ghosts. As you can guess, we didn't believe him at first. We thought he was just trying to get attention, because we've been so busy with getting ready for the opening. It wasn't until our first customers and my wife saw it, that's when I thought it could be more than Mike's vivid imagination. Monroe: And have you yourself seen these… ghosts. Stevens: Yes, I have– a few times now. Well– I've seen one, but I've heard them plenty. Monroe: If you had to ballpark it, how many sightings, both auditory and visual, do you think you've had? Stevens: Oh geez, I'd have to say a couple dozen in the last six months. It's gotten worse, I'm having people check out halfway through their first night, demanding a refund. I'm two months behind on the mortgage, if we don't figure this out, I just don't know what we'll do. Monroe: Understandable, your situation is not one many would envy, but hopefully, we're able to help. Just two more questions, Mr. Stevens. Have entities had any physical contact with your family or guests? Or any unexplained injuries? Stevens: No, none that I'm aware of– knock on wood. Monroe: And last but not least, are there any areas where the activity is especially high? Stevens: The main house hasn't had any activity. The hotel is where it all happens, I can't say any one room in particular. Monroe: Okay, Mr. Stevens, I think that's just about it. I'd like for you and your family to remain here in the main house while we conduct our preliminary investigation of the hotel. [END LOG] Following the interview, the Agents entered the hotel to begin their investigation. ● Video Log ● ○ Video Log ○ [BEGIN LOG] CAMERA ONE [ The camera activates. Agents Williams and Monroe are standing in front of a flight of stairs.] Monroe: Alright good, coms are working, camera's online. Let's get moving. You take the first floor; I'll take the second. Williams: What's the plan when we find what we're looking for? Monroe: I know this is your first case in the field but if you run into trouble do not try and rush in yourself. We're just here to investigate, we're not the ghostbusters. Williams: You got it, boss. Monroe: Do a full sweep and we'll meet back here to search the basement. Williams: Okay sound li– [Agent Williams is interrupted by three loud knocks on the ceiling above.] Unknown: Leave now, leave now, leave now! Williams: Shit, boss, sure does sound like the real deal. Monroe: Just stick to the plan, okay. [Agent Monroe begins walking up the stairs.] Monroe: Second-floor landing is clear, EMF and GAD3 aren't picking up any activity. Williams: Same down here, continuing to the main hall. [Agent Monroe enters the main hall on the second floor. 12 doors can be seen, each with a light fixture next to it. Monroe opens the nearest door and enters.] Monroe: The GAD is reading a 10° drop in temperature in Room 13. [Monroe paces through the room, frequently checking his equipment. As Agent Monroe walks towards the window he lets out an exaggerated sigh.] Monroe: False positive on the temp drop, the damn window's open. Williams: Copy that. Room one and two are clear down here. [Agent Monroe slams the window shut, as he turns around, he stumbles backward.] Monroe: Christ! [Standing in front of Agent Monroe is a pale-white spectral entity with the appearance of a middle-aged woman, in a flowing Victorian-era dress.] Williams: What's going on? Spectral Women: Leave now! You're gonna ruin everything! [Agent Monroe removes his salted-iron baton, and swings it through the entity, to no effect.] Spectral Women: I'm a ghost– you can't hurt me! Leave now, leave now, leave now! [Agent Monroe runs through the entity and exits the room, slamming the door behind him.] Monroe: Iron had no effect, be advised. Williams: I'm coming up. Monroe: Not necessary— finish your sweep. [Banging can be heard from the door behind Agent Monroe. He turns around to face the door; it does not move as the banging continues.] Monroe: Something's not right he– [The lights in the main hall beginning to flicker.] CAMERA TWO Williams: Hey, uh, the lights doing that up there? Monroe: Yes. I don't understand why our equipment isn't picking up any activity. Williams: I keep hearing this wei– [Williams is cut off by a loud croaking noise. He spins around to see a small black-eyed boy of Asian descent.] Williams: What the fu– it’s that kid! The one from the movie, why would– Child Entity: Leave now, leave! Why won't you leave! Monroe: What's going on, Williams? Williams: It's right in front of me. I'm gonna back– Child Entity: Leave, leave, leave! Or I'll, uh, kill you– and eat your brains! [The child begins to bleed from its eyes before letting out a shriek. William turns and runs down the hall; dozens spectral hands reach from the wall in an attempt to grasp the running Agent.] Monroe: Let's regroup. Williams: Copy that. [Williams is crouched in the stairway trying to catch his breath as Monroe descends the stairs.] Monroe: Something's not right here. We've got ghosts, with no actual evidence of there being ghosts— no ectoplasm, no EMF readings, nothing. Not to mention this hotel was built in the '70s, why are there Victorian-era ghosts here? It doesn't add up. Williams: At least you got that, I had to run from grudge boy. Monroe: Fair enough. [Agent Monroe begins adjusting his equipment.] Williams: Are we gonna call this in? I mean, it's clearly haunted, right? Monroe: I don't know. But, there we go, I think something else is going on. [Agent Monroe is pointing the GAD'S screen in each direction.] Williams: What're you– Monroe: Got it! Thermal imaging is picking up something in the basement. Williams: A cold spot? It could be another window. Monroe: No, a hotspot, something alive is down there. Let's go pay it a visit. Williams: But you said– Monroe: Listen, kid, you're gonna have to trust me on this. I got a feeling. Williams: Yeah, I got a feeling too, like I'm gonna shit myself if I have to run from any more ghosts. [The two Agents make their way to the basement door; a dim light can be seen in the crevice underneath.] Monroe: See. That was off when we first got here. Something is down there. Williams: Don't doubt you there, boss. I just don't think I want to kn– [Several spectral entities appear between the door and the Agents. They begin to screech and yell in unison.] Spectral Entities: You can't go there, leave! Monroe: Follow my lead, Williams. [The two Agents walk through the entities, the camera blurring as they pass through each one.] Spectral Entities: No, no, no! You're not– You're supposed to run away! Monroe: We're getting to the bottom of this. Spectral Entities: No! [Indistinguishable] it's not fair! [Agent Williams swings open the door and is met by a floating bulbous, semi-transparent entity.] Bulbous Entity: Oh boy, we should listen to these guys and scram. Come on! [The Agents walk through the floating entity.] Williams: I don't think so Casper. Monroe: Eyes sharp, kid. [The camera pans around the basement stopping on an illuminated blanket tent in the corner of the room. The women in white appears between the agents and the tent.] Spectral Women: No you can't! Leave or die! Leave now… please? [The entity's words echo from the tent.] Monroe: Enough of this! [Monroe quickly walks through the women in white and rips the blanket upwards, revealing Mike Stevens. Agent Monroe grabs the boy by the back of the shirt, lifting him off the ground as a glowing glass sphere drops from his grip. Monroe holds him towards Agent Williams, whose mouth is agape.] Monroe: Here's our freakin' ghost! [Mike squirms in Agent Monroe's grip, to no avail.] Mike: Let go of me, you bully! I'll tell my mom the– Monroe: That's an excellent idea– let's go talk to your mother. [Agent Monroe throws the boy over his shoulder and gestures towards the crystal ball.] Monroe: Williams, bag that ball and call in for a Containment Unit. I'll handle the civilians. Williams: Oh, yeah– you got it, boss. [END LOG] Following the investigation, a cache of items belonging to the previous owner was recovered, along with a glowing glass sphere theorized to be the cause of the SCP-5570 phenomena. When questioned Mike Stevens admitted to using the anomaly in an attempt to garner attention from his parents. In response to Mike's behavior, the Stevens family arranged for their son to work part time as a greeter in their hotel. Mike Stevens was administered Class-D Amnestics to remove knowledge of the anomaly, and cover story "Ghosts-Busted" was enacted to explain the discontinuation of SCP-5570. Footnotes 1. James Stevens (M 35), Evelyn Stevens (F 37), and Mike Stevens (M 7). 2. 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SCP-5571 | safe | close Info X Vikander-Kneed Technical Media Hub More by Grigori Karpin Map presented towards the beginning of SCP-5571's run time. Special Containment Procedures METATRON.aic will track any further dissemination of SCP-5571 and insert Themis into any devices upon which the anomaly is stored. The AIC is also to monitor for any activity resembling SCP-5571 and alert MTF-Kappa-43 (“The Mediators”) if found. A single copy of SCP-5571 is stored in High-Yield Data Storage Facility 1 at Site-43, having been transferred via flash drive which was then destroyed to limit further contamination. Description SCP-5571 is a digital recording of the first season1 of the documentary series, American Backyard produced by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media (GOI-5889). The series focuses on both the natural wildlife and culture of a given area of the United States. SCP-5571 is comprised of five episodes focusing on the Appalachians, each approximately fifteen minutes in length. When SCP-5571 is played on a device, the video file is saved to the device’s hard drive and cannot be deleted.2 The file can be transferred from one device to another, but each device retains a copy. Additionally, watching SCP-5571 will plant a memetic compulsion with several layers.3 First, the subject will be compelled to share the video through social media or other means. Second, the subject’s ability to accept concepts without tangible, verifiable proof will be steadily eroded until the individual cannot accept even the most basic of tenets without said proof. This process takes approximately thirty minutes. Discovery: On 4 July, 2021, SCP-5571 was uploaded to YouTube on various channels that did not have an existing connection with GOI-5889. Within an hour of the uploads, thousands of posts on forums and social media shared links to the video. Within ten hours, the video had been viewed upwards of two hundred thousand times. The Foundation was informed of the matter when Parawatch forum posts began discussing the anomaly. MTF-Kappa-43 were mobilized from Site-43 to secure servers storing the file. Given the wide-reaching scope of the danger to normalcy represented by this discovery, Director McInnis requested assistance from the AIAD. In the following twenty-seven hours, another 2.5 million devices had been infected with the anomaly. Furthermore, the secondary anomalous effects began impacting societal function throughout the United States and Canada. Subjects that had viewed the anomaly were incapable of accepting any premise or fact without tangible proof. This affected the very machinery of society in many ways, most notably the following: Employees stopped appearing for work without physical reassurance of payment by employers; Legislators affected refused to agree on any aspect of proposed legislation without tangible proof of the benefits, causing turmoil between affected and nonaffected individuals; Members of the police force affected refused to enforce laws without tangible proof that those laws protected the citizenry. In addition, conspiracy boards and discussion groups on social media saw a steep decline in activity. Notably, sharing of material associated with Qanon dropped to an imperceptible level. Thirty-six hours after the anomaly was uploaded, AIAD – along with assistance from Dr. Lillihammer and her team of memeticists – had successfully developed a virus to counteract the anomaly. The virus, designated Themis, would ride the signal of the anomaly’s spread through digital channels and insert code into each device that stored a copy of the file. The virus had two effects: a) it would deceive the operating system of a device containing a copy of SCP-5571 into not recognizing the file, such that the file would not be visible or watchable; b) a memetic agent would be inserted into the hard drive that counteracted the compulsion and removed the anomalous effect on the subject’s ability to accept premises without tangible proof. Themis proved to be successful in completely counteracting the anomalous effects of SCP-5571. Thus, even though several million copies of the file were stored on numerous devices, the anomaly no longer posed a threat to normalcy. Addendum 5571-1: Transcript of SCP-5571’s Contents4 The following is a transcript of all five episodes of SCP-5571. The series is hosted by Herbacious Willoughby, a female humanoid entity who is estimated to be 2.9 meters tall but otherwise non-anomalous. ► Transcript of Episode One ◄ ◄ Close File ► Episode One [The words “American Backyard” are imposed upon a black screen and then fade out. The opening shot is of a forested mountain trail. The camera appears to be held by an individual as they walk along the trail. Herbacious Willoughby’s voice is heard overlaying the footage and is periodically emphasized by the sound of a violin.] Willoughby: Northeastern Pennsylvania, out in the woods it’s easy to forget that Philadelphia is close at hand. There’s no sign of human habitation other than the sound of my voice, it’s so peaceful. [A loud crashing through underbrush and trees occurs just off camera.] Willoughby: Well, it was. [A middle aged man in a denim jacket and ball cap steps into frame and turns to face the camera. Willoughby begins speaking.] Willoughby: Let me introduce William “Skeet” McKenzie, a local wildlife expert. Having explored these woods for the past three decades, he’s volunteered to guide us for today’s episode. McKenzie: I spent damn near three days outta seven out here for my whole life, there’s nothing out here I’ve not seen. Willoughby: Well, Skeet, what’s some of the highlights of the local fauna. McKenzie: You got deer, cougars, raccoons, all the normal shit you see all over the country. But that’s just the surface level. Willoughby: We’ve heard of a rare sight out this way, a local legend. Could you tell us about that? McKenzie: Oh, shit, you mean the squonk? Ain’t no legend, no conspiracy, that’s real as I am standing in front of you. I seen it two, three times in the last year. Willoughby: What are some of the characteristics of the squonk? McKenzie: Mostly, it’s just ugly as sin. But that’s not the problem. The problem is the government. Willoughby: Oh? Have some laws made the squonk’s territory harder to sustain? Like lack of environmental regulations? McKenzie: What? Hell no, there’s already too much goddamn regulation. That ain’t how this country was founded. We hacked and bled and died to make this country our own, liberated from them English fellas. We didn’t do it for no regulations. You take them gun laws? What the hell that about? I can’t own whatever gun I want? Where’s it say that in the Constitution, huh? Willoughby: Uh well maybe– McKenzie: That’s right, nowhere. Big government, that’s the real problem out here. Taxes, and laws, and fucking affirmative action. That’s the conspiracy! Willoughby: Could we– McKenzie: And I’ll tell you another thing, we can’t even have an honest election no more. Them lefties gone and stole this election from the greatest man I ever had the privilege of voting for… and what can we do about it? Absolutely fuck all. Responsible citizens oughta speak their mind, stand up and be counted. Things is coming to head in this country, I tell you what. Willoughby: I’d rather you tell me about the– McKenzie: ‘Course you can’t even speak your mind without offending some idiot got themselves a fancy degree. In my day, you got to speak your mind and if someone don’t like it, well then too bad. Those bastards in Washington ‘bout ready to make it illegal to offend someone. [McKenzie spits. He’s breathing hard and is slightly red as if from exertion.] Willoughby: Could we come back to that later? Tell me about the squonk, after all that’s why you’re on the show. McKenzie: I’m trying to tell you ‘bout the real woes of the working man in this country, and all you wanna do is talk about that ugly critter? Willoughby: Yes. McKenzie: Shit, fine. Thing walks around on four legs, got a long ass rat tail, looks like an armadillo been shucked of its shell– Willoughby: Armadillos don’t have sh– McKenzie: I tell ya how ugly it is yet? Damn thing is covered in boils, like it’s got leprosy or something. Stinks too. Willoughby: Any chance we could see it today? McKenzie: Doubt it, thing’s awfully squirrelly around cameras. You know, my buddy Eustace caught a helluva picture of it bout a week into January this year… hold on, lemme look for it. Almost never out without Eustace, we’ve been hunting these woods forever. Now there’s an American, if you know what I mean. [McKenzie begins searching through his smart phone.] McKenzie: Goddamn thing, ain’t half so smart as it is just plain ornery. Can’t find an app that’ll replace good ol’ fashioned human connection, ya hear? Where is that picture? [McKenzie searches through his phone for another minute, cursing to himself.] Willoughby: Well, perhaps you could send it to my producer. McKenzie: Fuck it, I can’t find it. Helluva picture though. Willoughby: So, where was the squonk seen? Maybe we could go there? McKenzie: Ah hell, I don’t know. Willoughby: Sorry, what? McKenzie: I wasn’t with Eustace. Willoughby: But I thought you said… McKenzie: I was… out of town from January 5th to the 8th… ◄ Close File ► ► Transcript of Episode Two ◄ ◄ Close File ► Episode Two [Scene opens on a shot of wilderness lit by afternoon sunlight streaming through dense foilage. Willoughby walks on camera, which has to zoom out to catch her whole height in the shot.] Willoughby: Here in West Virginia, the forest can get quite unruly. Outside of city centers, this region is dense with trees as you can see behind me. In many ways, parts of the region appear as untouched as they were before the colonists came from Europe to wipe out the native peoples and take this land for themselves. [Behind Willoughby, there is movement visible through the trees. It is unclear what is causing the motion but flashes of gray can be seen.] Willoughby: The natural fauna in this area is diverse, although not as diverse as it was four centuries ago. But what are you gonna do? [Movement in the foliage behind Willoughby intensifies and a shrill call is made from the trees.] Willoughby: And here comes one of those diverse creatures right now, we’re in luck. [Willoughby turns and looks towards the rustling trees and bushes. The camera moves to the side and zooms in to frame the movement. Suddenly, a large entity emerges from the trees and screams. It is approximately two meters in height with large wings similar to those of members of the lepidoptera order. The entity is vaguely humanoid with clawed appendages instead of hands and feet. The head also resembles that of species within the order lepidoptera.] Willoughby: Ah, the dreaded and mysterious Mothman. He roams up and down the central areas of the Appalachia, keeping to West Virginia. Usually he’s camera shy, but today is our lucky day. Oh look, he’s curious. [The entity begins a cautious approach towards the camera. It cocks its head to the side and emits another shrill sound. The entity’s eyes begin glowing a bright red.] Willoughby: No, that’s not it at all. We’re not “stalking” you. We’re filmmakers, trying to make something of educational value. [Another shrill sound, followed by a trilling call.] Willoughby: I agree, education is incredibly important. [The trilling gets louder.] Willoughby: Montessori, really? I had heard it was controversial. I don’t have children myself. I’d say my career was too important but honestly, I just never wanted them. [A series of chirps interrupts the trilling.] Willoughby: We started this project out of a sense of responsibility. There used to be actual documentaries being produced for television, of a historical or natural focus. But these days, it’s all sensationalist or reality TV. [The trilling continues but varies in frequency.] Willoughby: I know, it’s shameful. But entertainment is the only coin those channels care about anymore. [The entity makes a clicking sound.] Willoughby: Oh, 100% independent. We’re thinking of releasing it on YouTube, get some attention for our documentary division. [The entity ceases the trilling and makes another shrill sound, then flies away.] Willoughby: Thanks for the help! Give your wife my best! ◄ Close File ► ► Transcript of Episode Three ◄ ◄ Close File ► Episode Three [Scene opens on a shot of a clear night sky. The camera pans down to frame Willoughby staring up at the moon. She is joined by another individual, a young woman wearing a head bandage. Overlaid at the bottom of the screen are the words “Marian MacPhaerson – Producer.” The scene begins mid conversation.] MacPhaerson: …but we know they exist right? Willoughby: I’m not saying they don’t exist at all… [Sighs.] Okay, lemme tell you a story. [Willoughby turns and looks at MacPhaerson.] Willoughby: In 1955, a group of adults and children appeared at a local Hopkinsville police station in a panic. They claimed they had been in a pitched battle on their farmstead with aliens from outer space. [Willoughby looks up at the stars again.] Willoughby: They reported heights varying from two feet to four feet, with claw-like hands, eyes that glowed yellow, thin upper and lower extremities, and large pointed ears. MacPhaerson: See, now that’s a believable report! What did the police do? Willoughby: They investigated the farmhouse, finding evidence of significant gunfire within the home aiming outwards. But no blood or bodies were found. The people who complained were ignored and then they disappeared overnight. Their neighbors claimed that the family packed up their belongings and left without another word, having seen the creatures return during the night. They were never heard from again. MacPhaerson: That’s awfully suspicious. [Willoughby sighs.] Willoughby: In the coming weeks of media attention, the color green was added to the reports, and this is the beginning of the moniker of “little green men” for aliens. Reports continued in Kentucky for decades, changing in shape and tone but frequently featuring the strangely lit eyes and the attempt to break into homes. Of course, this was often followed by reports of gunfire and violence. [Willoughby stops speaking and just gazes at the night sky.] MacPhaerson: I don’t know, Herb… that sure sounds convincing. [Willoughby rubs her temples.] Willoughby: No, listen. Seventy years later, and we have still have no evidence. What did those people see? What is the threat from the stars? MacPhaerson: Pretty convinced they saw aliens. [Willoughby turns to the camera, her eyes narrowing.] Willoughby: The saw absolutely nothing! Those people were drunk, saw some horned owls and shot the shit outta their living room. They tried to make an excuse out of embarrassment, delusion, or both. It just goes to show you, in a world full of racial and economic injustice, the average Kentuckian landowner would rather unload their guns at some owls and think it was aliens then face up to the real problems in the world. [Willoughby turns from the camera and her producer and walks away.] Willoughby: Grow the fuck up, Kentucky! ◄ Close File ► ► Transcript of Episode Four ◄ ◄ Close File ► Episode Four [Scene opens on roadside general store and gas station. The exterior of the run-down building is populated with numerous representations of a large, hairy humanoid. Willoughby stands with two middle aged men.] Willoughby: Let me introduce Kevin Greene and Robert “Whitey” Cooper. These two are the authority in Southern Appalachian wildlife. Go ahead, gentlemen, tell the folks at home what you were telling me. Cooper: Well, it’s like I was saying, media’d have you believe the only place they been seen is the Pacific Northwest, but that’s hogwash. Greene: Yeah, there’s been sightings round these parts for the last sixty years. But, y’all the first film crew ever come looking down here. I musta sent a dozen letters to the fellas at the National Geographic, ain’t got a response yet. But Whitey’ll tell ya, we got them hairy bastards right here in Tennessee! Willoughby: Is that right, Mr. Cooper? Have you seen the animal with your own eyes? Cooper: Hells yes I have, ten times at least. I’ll tell you something else, ain’t just one of ‘em neither. Gotta be a whole tribe of the fuckers. Greene: Almost winged one of the suckers too. Cooper: Yeah, had em in my sights but damn thing moved at the last moment. Found some blood though, but I couldn’t track it. Swear to god, that ape like thing just vanished. Willoughby: Why do you think photographic evidence has been so evasive? Cooper: It ain’t evasive, darling. Damn things photograph as well as you or me. You wanna know why the scientific world ain’t crowding in around Jackson Hollow, trying to bag one of these furry boys? Willoughby: Why, Whitey? Cooper: The liberal goddamn media! They know it, they just don’t want anyone else to know it. Scientists are in on it with em! They’ll bend your ear about evolution and horseshit global warming, but you wanna show em a goddamn real specimen, clear as day, and they ain’t interested! “Urban legend” says they. “Ain’t no appreciable proof” says they. Horseshit. Willoughby: Why would the media want to hide such an amazing find? Think of the coverage! It would be a sensation. Greene: Now, you seem a right smart gal, and pleasant to boot, if freakishly tall. So I don’t mean no disrespect, mind you… but the media is full of pedophiles and bumboys, all interested in keeping the honest American in the dark so they can sell us smart phones and electric cars. I drive a diesel, and I ain’t never driving no electric fucking car. Willoughby: Right… Greene: Hey, you wanna let us take you out there? We might could find one and get that footage out. Spread the word that Bigfoot is alive and well in Eastern Tennessee. [Scene fades to black. The words “Later that day.” appear in white and then fade as the scene opens on wilderness. Cooper and Greene are cutting through underbrush in a dense forest. Willoughby follows several feet behind them.] Cooper: Now your everyday Bigfoot ain’t a small bastard, they gotta be seven, maybe eight foot. And packed with muscle. We talking missing link here, still existing in these here woods. Willoughby: And you’ve observed them several times, you said? What are they like? Cooper: Dead quiet. Like a goddamn ninja in one of them eastern movies. But they ain’t that scary, more scared of you than you is of them. Greene: Mostly eat plants and what not, but some hunting. Willoughby: They use tools? Greene: Hells yes they do. Smart mothers, for all them lacking social graces and culture and what not. Willoughby: Well, the usage of tools implies culture in an anthropological sense. Greene: You know what I mean… they ain’t like us. Bigfoot ain’t putting on his Sunday best and going to church, you know? Savages. Cooper: If’n they got culture, what they hell they doing living in the woods like beasts? Nah, Ms. Willoughby, they’re animals. You give a chimp a tool and he’ll know what to do, doesn’t mean he knows the Pledge of Allegiance. Greene: Need to be quiet from here on out, don’t wanna scare ‘em off. [What follows is a montage of the trio cutting through dense foliage and hiking along the edge of a forested ravine. Cooper holds up a fist, and then points down into the ravine. The camera zooms in and sees a small figure, barely visible within the entrance of a cave mostly shrouded by foliage.] Cooper: [Whispering.] Got ‘em. [Suddenly a loud roar is heard from across the ravine. Cooper and Greene freeze, both gripping hunting rifles tightly as they search for the source of the sound.] Willoughby: What’s happening? Greene: [Strained whispering.] Jesus, be quiet! [The foliage nearby Cooper and Greene splits to reveal a tall furry humanoid. Both raise their rifles but two hairy arms reach out and rip the weapons from the men. Both start screaming and run back beyond the view of the camera.] Cooper: RUN! [The camera turns to watch the two run from the edge of the ravine back the way they had come. The sound of metal and wood breaking overtakes the screaming. A shower of debris is thrown from off camera towards the retreating men, seemingly the remains of the two rifles. The camera turns back and catches a large furry humanoid approaching Willoughby.] Unknown: I swear, those two are cowardly little shits. Willoughby: You’d run into them before? Unknown: Oh yes, they gave me this! [The entity parts his fur to reveal a shallow six centimeter scar along his side.] Unknown: They got no problems with shooting a stranger in the woods without warning, figured they’d like a taste of it in return. They’re always out here, loudly discussing their echo chamber philosophies and reiterating some nonsense they read online. Night sky above, if I had to hear another speech about states’ rights or the liberal Hollywood agenda, I’d have murdered those two. [The humanoid turns to look out after the fleeing hunters. He shakes his head.] Willoughby: I don’t want to ruin this opportunity, could you tell me a little about yourself? Unknown: Oh, sure. What did you want to know? Willoughby: To start with, what do you call yourselves? “Bigfoot” is rather ridiculous. [The entity chuckles lightly.] Unknown: We used to call ourselves something different but some big magic whatsit back in the day messed that up and y’all forgot about us. Now, it’s just the “people.” Willoughby: Interesting, some human cultures have named themselves similarly. Well, what’s your culture like? What about family structures? [The entity leans on a tree and crosses its arms across its chest, smiling.] Unknown: Well, we live in small groups, surviving. And our culture is similar to others, we have art and music, just like you, but we’re more active at night. What about you, what do you like to do at night? Willoughby: Usually a nice pot of tea and a book, or a little brandy goes a long way. I’m old fashioned like that. So, tell me about mating patterns. Unknown: [Laughing.] Well, we like to fool around just like anyone else. Find an intelligent species – or even not so intelligent – and ask them not to procreate, and you’re in for a surprise. Willoughby: Sorry for the strange questions, it’s just there’s not a lot of evidence about your people. Unknown: I don’t mind. Willoughby: Okay great! So, do you mate for life or serial monogamy or ….? Unknown: No, we raise our children as a community, there’s no need for romantic partnership structures. We’re pretty freewheeling, if you get what I mean. Willoughby: I do, I do! So, what form do courting rituals take? Are there typical practices? [The entity leans towards where Willoughby is standing.] Unknown: It’s all fairly relaxed. For example, now that you mention it… Willoughby: Oh… oh! No, I think you misunderstood. I have a scientific interest, not a personal one. [Willoughby backs up and raises both hands, palm towards the entity.] Unknown: Ah fuck. I’m sorry… you’re just so tall, and I thought you were flirting with me. Willoughby: What does my height have to do with anything? Unknown: I guess I just got my wires crossed. I’m sorry. [Willoughby is silent for thirty seconds.] Unknown: I’ve gone and ruined it, haven’t I? Willoughby: Well, it’s a touch awkward, I will say. Unknown: I’m good. I thought you were… anyway, no worries. Actually, lots to do what with moving camp so I should probably get going. Um… be seeing you. Willoughby: Well… ok. Thanks for talking with us! [The entity walks away from Willoughby and the camera. She too turns to walk away but then remembers something and turns back.] Willoughby: Oh, wait! I forgot to ask, why hasn’t there ever been any evidence of your kind after all the searching people do? Unknown: It’s a conspiracy! [The entity waves without turning back and the credits roll.] ◄ Close File ► ► Transcript of Episode Five ◄ ◄ Close File ► Episode Five [The words “Walker County, Alabama” appear overlaid on a black screen before the scene opens on a small town meeting house filled with several dozen individuals. The camera zooms in on the man behind a podium on stage. The words “Jacob Riordan – local business owner” are overlaid on the screen. Willoughby begins a voiceover.] Willoughby: We’ve explored the wilds of the Appalachians from Pennsylvania to Alabama in this series, but tonight as a special finale, we’ll be examining the most dangerous animal to live in the region. Responsible for more death and destruction than any other. [Riordan’s voice fades in, mid-speech.] Riordan: And I for one am sick of this thing terrorizing us. We’ve had attacks for years, and I’m not going to take it anymore. Your children and wives aren’t safe. Your property ain’t safe. This thing has killed dogs, too. Our parent’s didn’t fight in WWII and Korea and Vietnam so that we could shiver in the dark and hope the next one to be attacked wasn’t us. This is America, goddamnit! We have rights! We don’t understand this thing and we ain’t gonna let it terrorize us no more! [Riordan slams the podium. The camera zooms out to see Willoughby seated in the back row of the meeting house.] Riordan: I want each and every one of you to go home, gather up your weapons, kiss your children and your wives, and say a prayer for our success. We meet back here in an hour and we’re killing this abomination tonight! Praise the Lord! Time to hunt! [While the crowd slowly filters out of the hall, the camera centers on Riordan again. He is sweaty and overweight, dabbing his forehead with a handkerchief. The camera cuts to frame Willoughby in profile. She looks at the camera out of the side of her eye and winks.] Willoughby: Told you. ◄ Close File ► Footnotes 1. And as of writing, the only season. 2. The only way of neutralizing the file appears to be the destruction of the hard drive it is stored on. 3. Memetic filters developed at Site-19’s laboratories have proven to be effective in counteracting this compulsion. 4. 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SCP-5572 | esoteric-class | Co-written by Ralliston and Trotskyeet ► Ralliston's Authorpage ► Trotskyeet's Authorpage Image Sources: The Site-120 logo used in the header was created by EstrellaYoshte for the purpose of all articles regarding such. Please check out more of their absolutely stellar work here. Name of the file: grave Source: link License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Author: Tim Evanson Name of the file: Terminal.svg Source: link License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Author: Dr Moned. [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} NOTICE FROM THE SITE-120 DIRECTOR COUNCIL Following recent events, the following file is currently pending reclassifications and may fail to represent current reality. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 5572 Item#: 5572 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: terminal Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo The Grave of Agent Surratt, and the source of SCP-5572's discovery. Special Containment Procedures: Personnel stationed at Site-120 are currently creating materials directed at civilians, exhorting to bury their loved ones with SCP-5572 prevention methods in mind. Should Overwatch Command receive the "supplies needed" signal however, this campaign is to be withdrawn for as long as the signal is ongoing. Due to SCP-5572-1's possible use in containing otherworldly threats to humanity, should at any point the connection between Agent Surratt and Overwatch Command be lost, members of MTF Omega-1 ("Fire And Brimstone") implemented with the same communication methods are to be immediately euthanized and ordered to re-establish contact between Surratt and the Foundation. Description: SCP-5572 is an afterlife phenomenon manifesting when currently unspecified characteristics are met; it is only certain that one of the triggers for an SCP-5572 activation event to occur is the lack of the phrase "Rest in Peace"1 written within the proximity of an individual's burial site. The corpse of an individual previously buried within such a site is transported to a previously unknown reality, disconnected from baseline with no other means of access, hereby referred to as SCP-5572-PRIME. As such, it has been classified as a Terminal-class anomaly.2 SCP-5572-1 is the group designation for all corpses transported to SCP-5572-PRIME. Upon arrival in SCP-5572-PRIME, all corpses regain their consciousness. Discovery: SCP-5572 was discovered on 24/07/2003, following the burial of Foundation Agent Marie Surratt. Surveillance technology3 started broadcasting a "compromised" signal out following her death without an apparent source. Although no source was located, via the usage of Site-120's Ra.aic, a one-way video contact with the technology was able to be established, detailed in the following log: <Begin log> As the camera feed connects, it reveals Agent Surratt is falling through a large, volcanic cavern. As she descends, more of the location becomes clear — the entirety of it appears to be an enormous cavern, around 300 meters in height and an unknown length and width filled with gigantic stalagmites, stalactites, rocks, and rivers of lava. As she stretches her hands outwards, Surratt notices she is currently a skeleton, wearing a suit that displays mild amounts of decomposition.4 The skeletal system is held together by an unknown force. She screams, despite possessing none of the required organs to do so. The camera moves frantically due to Surratt's panic, revealing the field below her, within which a large group of unidentified humanoids is located. Extremely loud sounds are coming from around them. Although Surratt attempts to vocalize cohesively, due to the speed she falls at, none of the words are able to be heard. The falling speed increases. As she falls down, the camera focuses on a large volcano located on the left side of the field. From within it, increasing amounts of what appears to be numerous deformed Tartarean entities are coming down. Although their sizes vary, most are relatively small, with only a few larger ones bearing large weaponry being present. The entities all possess red skin and horns. They move towards the second group on the battlefield, which appears to be entirely made from approximately 100,000 skeletons. All of them possess weaponry ranging from primitive to contemporary; swords, clubs, muskets, guns, to rocket launchers. Several battle standards such as the war flag of the Mughal Empire, the Naval Jack of the United States of America, and the flag of the Republic of the Rio Grande can be seen. Skeletal horses, broken-down tanks, and cannons can be seen sporadically throughout the battlefield. Situated in the center of the battlefield, there appears to be an enormous tank, currently firing at the larger demons. Surratt is falling directly towards it. As Surratt is about to hit the vehicle, a flying Tartarean entity picks her up, moving her towards the demons' line of battle. However, as she is about to move away from the tank, the entity carrying her explodes as a maniacal laugh and previously unseen smoke fills the air around it. Surratt moves frantically, trying to gain her bearings. As the smoke clears around her, Surratt finds herself on top of the previously seen tank. From atop it, an obese skeleton, further referred to as SCP-5572-1-A, furiously waves its arms. It wears tattered World War II American Army clothing, clenching a lit cigarette in between its teeth as it points towards the enemy line. It does not register her presence. As it vocalizes "Fire!", the tank's cannon fires, violently moving the entire tank back and blasting a group of entities in the distance. Surratt: Wh… wha— SCP-5572-1-A: FRANCIS, YOU AND YOUR MEN GET THAT BIGGUN OVER THERE, YUN AND ALAN REINFORCE THE EAST FLANK, IT'S DAMN NEAR READY TO BURST. A skeletal horse leaps over the side of the tank at a gallop, causing Surrat to stumble in fright. Near her, a small group of skeletons wearing plate armor starts running towards a large, bull-like Tartarean entity that meets their charge with its own. Getting up, Surrat attempts to track the group, yet as numerous skeletons rush past her, she quickly loses sight of the party. SCP-5572-1-A turns towards Surratt. SCP-5572-1-A: FINALLY, WE GET SOME GODDAMNED REINFORCEMENTS. As the entity walks towards Surratt, unidentified music can be heard playing from an unknown source near them. The obese skeleton extends a hand to Surratt, blowing out smoke from the cigarette through unknown means. Surrat accepts the gesture, slowly standing up from the ground; as she does so, a large explosion occurs, blowing numerous other skeletons into pieces, which fall onto her, SCP-5572-1-A, and surrounding skeletons. Surratt panics, brushing the bones off her frame. SCP-5572-1-A: DAMMIT, THERE GOES ALAN. SAM, GO GET ME ANOTHER CIGAR. A smaller skeleton nods, and jumps down the tank's hatch. Surratt: What the hell is going on?! Where the hell am I?! Surrat attempts to look around within the chaotic battlefield, a loud klaxon bell wails, causing her to flinch. A small Tarterean entity has clambered onto the tank, a serrated dagger in each hand. It makes eye contact with Agent Surratt. Surratt: Oh fuck. Hearing Surratt, SCP-5572-1-A turns towards the entity, and pulls a flintlock pistol from its jacket. It levels the gun at the entity, its hands shaking slightly. The entity begins to charge. SCP-5572-1-A fires, blowing a hole in the head of the entity, which slumps and falls over the side of the tank. SCP-5572-1-A heavily slaps Surratt on her back, and smiles, showcasing several crude golden teeth. The entity looks directly into Surratt's eyes. Within one of its eye sockets, a golden coin flickers. SCP-5572-1-A: YOU GOT ONE THING RIGHT, HELL IS GOING ON, AND YOU'RE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF IT. WELCOME TO THE BONE BATTALION, MAGGOT. As SCP-5572-1-A maniacally laughs, the feed disconnects. <End log> Addendum 5572-1: The following is a list of most logs received from Agent Surratt meaningfully describing SCP-5572-PRIME and associated phenomena. <Begin log> The feed connects again, revealing the large tank from before. The machine, on which both Surratt and SCP-5572-1-A sit, is slowly moving towards a large, gray building visible on the horizon. Around the tank, numerous groups of other skeletons can be seen marching in loose formation. Organization of the entities appears to be in squads of four to ten. Similar to weapons, the armor of the skeletons varies wildly, from animal hides to Army Combat Uniforms. As Surratt attempts to scan the area around her again, the camera focuses on the background, revealing that the location she is currently in is a large basin, with similar characteristics to the prior location. The only difference being the existence of crude housings present around the previously mentioned gray building. After two minutes of looking at the location, Surratt turns to SCP-5572-1-A, who is sitting atop the tank, on her left holding binoculars to their eye sockets. Surratt: Can I please be told what's going on h— SCP-5572-1-A: Quiet. You see that there? Surratt looks in the direction SCP-5572-1-A is pointing, but is unable to see anything. SCP-5572-1-A: Whole swarm of harpies. They'll tear your bony body to pieces, then crush your skull with their talons. Last thing we need is them finding our base. Surratt quietly accepts the response, sitting at the tank for one more minute as the machine gets closer to the building. As the machine gets closer to it, said building reveals to be a large, stone fort, stylized after a medieval castle. It is mostly ruined, with only one, large tower not being taken by the damage. Around it, numerous crude attempts to reinforce the structure by wooden logs, scaffolding, and other housings can be seen. Around the entire castle, a river of lava surrounding it can be seen, with the only proper entry through it being a crude, wooden bridge between its two sides. From atop the walls, numerous other skeletons can be seen, surveying the perimeter. As the army reaches one side of the river, SCP-5572-1-A yells at the guards, and after a brief moment the barred gate to the castle opens. As the tank passes through the gate, it enters into a large courtyard, filled with barrels, crates, heavy weaponry, stools, campfires, beds, and tents. Numerous skeletons can be seen partaking in different activities; doing laundry, physical exercises, training with weaponry, conversing with other entities, and laying on crudely made beds and hammocks. Although most of the area is filled with such, the tank passes through ease onto the only unpopulated area within the location. On the walls surrounding the courtyard, skeletons start to appear, seemingly pointing others to the appearance of the tank. With the tank reaching the middle of the square, the vehicle stops. A large audience of bone entities can be seen around the machine and on the walls, clearly focused on SCP-5572-1-A, who stands down from the sitting position atop the tank and glances over the entire group. SCP-5572-1-A: I AM PROUD TO ANNOUNCE THAT AFTER TWENTY LONG YEARS, WE HAVE TAKEN THE HILL. As the entity says so, all entities gathered here start to loudly cheer, with some of them beginning to hug and become visibly happier than before. SCP-5572-1-A: HOWEVER. The entire cheering stops. SCP-5572-1-A: EVERY GREAT BATTLE COMES WITH A PRICE. HERBERT HAD BEEN HERE SINCE THE SIXTH BATTLE OF THE ACHERON. HE WAS A GUIDING LIGHT TO MANY OF US, EVEN ME. TODAY HE WAS TAKEN BY A PACK OF THOSE TINY HORNED BASTARDS, LEAST HE WAS ABLE TO GET A COUPLE OF LICKS IN 'FORE THEY SHATTERED HIS SKULL. WE LOST MANY COMRADES TONIGHT. THEY FOUGHT WELL. All spectators suddenly become much less active. SCP-5572-1-A: BUT WE ALSO GOT SOME FRESH MEAT. NEWBIES, LINE UP IN FRONT. As the entity starts to laugh, it pulls out a cigar from its jacket's pocket, starting to light it. As it does so, a group of around 40 skeletons walks forward in the courtyard, showing themselves to everyone. SCP-5572-1-A motions for Surratt to join them, and she complies. Jumping down from the tank, SCP-5572-1-A walks back and forth along the line. SCP-5572-1-A: FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO SOMEHOW STILL DON'T GET WHAT'S GOING ON — WELCOME TO HELL. IF YOU'RE HERE, IT MEANS YOUR FAMILY DIDN'T LOVE YOU ENOUGH TO PUT AN "R.I.P" ON YOUR GRAVESTONE. AND WE KNOW WHAT ETERNAL LAW SAYS FOR THOSE THAT DO NOT REST IN PEACE. The Crowd: No rest for the wicked. SCP-5572-1-A: PROBABLY SHOULD INTRODUCE MYSELF, MY GOD-GIVEN NAME'S RILEY CLAIRE, BORN 1895, LOUISIANA, DIED IN THE FORESTS OF BELLEAU WOOD 1918. FOLKS 'ROUND HERE CALL ME GENERAL BONE DADDY. One of the skeletal entities in the line chuckles, SCP-5572-1-A (henceforth referred to as Claire) turns towards it as it stops the speech. Claire: IS THERE AN ISSUE, RECRUIT? The entity vigorously shakes its head. After a pause of five seconds and a stare at it, Claire resumes walking. Claire: AS I WAS SAYING BEFORE I SO RUDELY WAS INTERRUPTED, I OVERSEE THIS GOD FORSAKEN WASTELAND SO THAT YOU MORONS DON'T MURDER EACH OTHER IN AN ATTEMPT TO MURDER DEMONS. YES, THEY ARE ALSO HERE. SO'S SATAN. IT'S HELL FOR GOD'S SAKE, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT. Claire: WE FIGHT DEMONS. THAT'S WHAT WE DO. WHY? Two-second pause. Claire: WHEN I FIRST CAME HERE, THIS PLACE WAS A MESS, YOUR TIME HERE ONLY LASTED AS LONG AS YOU COULD RUN, DODGING THE SPIKES AND LAVA PITS. ON TOP OF THAT, THERE WAS ALSO EACH OTHER, LOOSE TRIBES PREYING ON NEW FOLK FOR SCRAPS LIKE DOGS, ALL WHILE DEMONS CLAWED AND STOMPED US. I UNITED ALL THE POOR FOLKS TRAPPED AGAINST THE REAL ENEMY, THE DEMONS. WE'VE SCORED A BIG VICTORY TODAY, BUT WE'RE NOT DONE. IT MAY TAKE MONTHS, IT MAY TAKE YEARS, BUT I'M NOT STOPPING UNTIL I HAVE THE FUCKING HORNS OF GODDAMNED SATAN HIMSELF OVER MY FIREPLACE. Claire starts to laugh, putting his cigar in his mouth. Claire: NOW, DON'T YOU THINK IT WILL BE EASY. TAKING OVER THE LITERAL GODDAMNED HELL TAKES A TON OF WORK. ONE MIGHT EVEN SAY — A SKELETON. The entity starts to convulse in laughter. Claire: Ah geez, I crack myself up sometimes. BUT I'M NOT JOKING, THE ONLY WAY WE BEAT THOSE HORNED BASTARDS IS TOGETHER. The entity pulls a small knife from its jacket. Claire: NOW, YOU WILL RECEIVE A DESIGNATION, IT WILL COMPRISE OF A LETTER AND NUMBER. THIS WILL DETERMINE YOUR SQUAD. FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES, THEY WILL BE YOUR NEW FAMILY. YOU WILL SLEEP, FIGHT, AND IF NEEDED, DIE TOGETHER. Claire steps towards the previously separated group, which starts to align in a line, as encouraged by the rest of the skeletons. As he does so, the general takes out a large knife from his jacket. Upon doing so, he walks towards the first in line and starts carving a large "A-12" on their skull. The entity screams and tries to put away the general's hand. Claire: Holding the recruit in his hand and shaking them: DID I HEAR A SQUEAK THERE?! Skeleton 1: Frantically touching the newly created scar: N-no…! Claire: GOOD. Claire continues doing the same to the rest of the group, including Surratt who is assigned the designation "F-18." This time, none of them oppose. As he finishes doing so, the general walks away from the group, stepping towards a gate in one of the walls leading towards the previously mentioned large tower. Claire: NOW GET TO YOUR QUARTERS SO YOU MIGHT GET TO KNOW YOUR COMPANIONS OF THE FOREVERLAND. As he finishes this sentence, he points directly at the group previously separated from the rest. Claire: SO, GET TO WORK. AS FOR THE REST OF YOU OLD SK— [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] Surratt can be seen walking within a stone corridor, presumed to be that of the previously seen castle. Although around it, numerous weapons, trophies, and paintings can be seen, most of it is in a poor state, with large chunks of the wall missing throughout. As she reaches the end of the corridor, she notices an opening within the right wall with "F-18" crudely painted over it. She enters through it, revealing an area of approximately 20 m², bearing resemblance to common barracks. It consists of two bunk beds, a table with cards and a bottle of whiskey on top of it, a small weapon's rack, and a piano, all within one room. Atop one of the beds, two other skeletons sit. One of them, the one on the top of the bed, is wearing worn 18th-century aristocratic clothing, whilst the one on top — an iron helmet and a medieval tunic. As Surratt enters into the room, both entities focus on her. Aristocratic Skeleton: Standing up from the bed and flattening its shirt: Hello there, fine lad— are you a lady? Can I call you a lady? It's… most difficult to know that, since, well— Wait, do I know you? Surratt: Yes, yes, I know. I know. The name's Marie Surratt. Or at least it was. When I was still alive, I mean. And no, you probably don't. The aristocratic skeleton offers her a handshake, which Surratt quickly accepts. Aristocratic Skeleton: Ludwig Beethoven, a pleasure to meet our newest squadmate. Surratt: Good to see humor hasn't gone dry in hell. Heh. Aristocratic Skeleton: Pardon? What do you… mean, exactly? Surratt: Well, you know, you saying you're Beethoven, and all? Beethoven: I… I do not exactly see why you find humor in me introducing myself, but to each their own. Surratt: You… you were serious…? Jesus Christ, this has been going on for far longer than I imagined. Surratt walks towards the weapon rack and picks up a small knife from it. As the camera focuses on the container, two polished swords and a rusty pipe can be seen laying atop it. Surratt: How'd you get this pipe? Can't imagine Hell has a sewer system. Beethoven: Well, the border between this world and the living is a bit flimsy, and things do fall through the cracks sometimes. We make do with humanity's scraps, I suppose. Surratt walks towards the second entity, and tries to sit on one of the free beds, flattening the mangled bedsheet. After finishing doing so, she puts away a pair of shoes that was previously sitting on the floor near the bed. She expressed disgust as she does so, and then turns towards the other being sitting atop the adjacent bed. Surratt: So, who are you? The helmet skeleton turns towards her, with its skull unnaturally doing so first and the rest of the body quickly following afterward. Helmet Skeleton: I am Björn Björnsson, son of Björn Björnsson, son of Björn Olefsson, son of Olef. I had been a warrior of the Vikings in my glory days. At the mere mention of my name children and men alike soiled themselves in terror. Like thunder, like water, like a force of nature itself I— Surratt: Alright, alright, I get the picture. What happened? Helmet Skeleton: On the day of my greatest challenge to come, on the day I would finally defeat the greatest enemy of my men with my burning swords and fury of gods themselves, I was betrayed! Betrayed by my own wife, stabbed in the back like some disgusting Brit! As I had been slain by the most treacherous way with no weapon in hand to showcase my heroics, I had been sent by the unjust gods to forever wander Helheim, with no light guiding me towards Valhalla. Beethoven: A shame to see all of us lose our might in the face of death. I was once like you too — powerful and young. Oh, how I miss performing, thousands ravenous for your talent. Surratt: I'm sure it was gr— As Surratt attempts to reply to Beethoven, she is interrupted by a ringing sound alongside a screaming coming from the corridor interrupts her. Unknown voice from the corridor: ALL COME DOWN TO THE CANTEEN. I REPEAT — ALL COME DOWN TO THE CANTEEN. The voice repeats over and over until it fades down the corridor. Surratt: What was that? Beethoven: It appears Claire is organizing another general meeting in the canteen. We would call it supper, except, well, we cannot eat. Björn: In case you haven't picked it up by now, Claire is quite insa— Beethoven: We talked about this, don't say that out loud or you'll end up like Nicolas. Surratt: Who the hell's Nicolas? Beethoven: You're better off not knowing, let's just say the General has little reservations on the use of rocket launchers. We should hurry, for there is not much time before he becomes angered at our lack of presence. The team starts to walk away from the room with Björn stopping for a moment to pick up the bottle of whiskey and sword from the weapon's rack with him. As they leave the room and enter the corridor, numerous other skeletons can be seen emerging from other rooms connected to it, congregating at one entrance. As they enter the main hall, the camera reveals a large, cafeteria-like room filled with numerous skeletons sitting and standing around Claire. Several tables with board games can be seen. Claire climbs up atop a riser, clapping his hands to get attention. Claire: Greetings, recruits. You might be wondering why I gathered you here. The audience starts to chatter among itself. Claire: Well, here's the point. I know it gets lonely around here, even I do. I know we have no body here. Hehehehehe, no-body. Get it?. A nervous chuckle can be heard from the audience. Claire: So, this is the first ever game night organized by this battalion. You can play cards and have giggles and shit here. I will allow it this time. An army marches on its entertainment or whatever. You are all good kids and deserve some good out of your miserable life here sometimes. A skeleton runs on stage and whispers at Claire. Claire: Now, as I've been told along with these games, you'll get some in-house entertainment tonight. This ain't the Ritz but it's the closest you can get down here. Give it up for Thaddeus and the Femur Gang! Claire jumps down, and four skeletons walk on stage carrying an acoustic guitar, xylophone, and fife. They begin to play a cover of Oasis' "Wonderwall". Beethoven: Jesus Christ, every time— Björn: Shut it, big shot, don't get your panties in a twist. Anyone want to play Monopoly? I call dibs on the thimble. [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] As the feed reconnects, it reveals Surratt laying on one of the bunk beds, apparently sleeping. Although she does not possess lungs, her ribcage expands and contracts in regular intervals, as if she was breathing. In the room around her, Beethoven is sitting on the stool near the piano, apparently drawing something on a piece of paper. In the process, he silently whistles an unknown song, repeating numerous sections over and over. Björn can be seen sitting near the table, apparently playing some sort of card game with himself. Whether he actually understands its rules is unknown. As her "breathing" slows down, Surratt gets up from the bed, initially freezing in alarm as she scans her surroundings, but visibly relaxes after three seconds. Surratt yawns. Surratt: Gooood mor— wait. Did I just… sleep? As a skeleton. How does that make any sens— Björn: Looking up from the cards: Do not question the rules of Helheim, for the mind of a demon created them! To explain the madness is akin to gazing in the eye of the Allfather himself, the— Beethoven: What Björn is getting at is that we do not know, sadly. But appreciate you get at least that little luxury here. Without it, it'd be hell. Heh. Björn: HA! Björn hits the table with a card as he stands down from the table, and smiles widely. Björn: I won! Beethoven: Looking from the sheet: Do you… even know… how to play this…? Björn: No! Björn falls atop the table, apparently falling asleep. Beethoven sighs. Beethoven: I… I think I have déjà vu. I can— As Beethoven attempts to walk towards Björn, loud ringing can be heard from atop the barracks. He looks into the near corridor, opening the doors to it. As he does so, the ringing gets much louder. Beethoven: We need to go. Surratt: Again? Beethoven: No rest for the wicked. Beethoven chuckles and starts to leave the room. On his way out, he picks the rusty pipe located on the weapons rack. As he enters the corridor, he peaks again into the room, looking at Surratt. Beethoven: Come on. Surratt: Pointing at Björn: And what about him? Beethoven: Leave that cretin to himself. It is not worth it, trust me. Trying to wake him is like, well trying to wake the dead. The duo walks down the corridor, revealing a large crack in one of its walls, which wasn't previously there. Beethoven: Oh my. As Beethoven peaks through it, a large crashing noise can be heard from within. Beethoven: Oh. Oh, oh that's not good. Surratt: What's going on? Surratt joins Beethoven in peeping through the crack, only to reveal the main courtyard, this time filled with numerous training dummies and fake defenses. Among the area, numerous skeletons are scattered, seemingly attempting to recreate some sort of a defense pattern. From atop the walls, numerous cannons can be seen. Around them, Claire is marching, regularly making them fire at the training entities. Surratt: What the actual fu— Another cannon fires, this time hitting the part of the wall around Surratt and Beethoven. Both of them flinch. Claire: MY GRANDMA COULD RUN FASTER THAN YOU, AND SHE HAD POLIO SINCE SHE WAS THIRTY, GOD REST HER SOUL. Another cannon fires at the skeletons. Claire: DAMMNIT THE CANNON ISN'T GOING TO HURT YOU, SHOW SOME GUTS. OH WAIT, YOU DON'T HAVE ANY! Claire starts to loudly laugh as he sets up another. Claire: YOU HAVE TO DO BETTER THAN JUST HIDE THERE, YOU USELESS TRASH. Another shot. Surratt: Turning towards Beethoven: This is utter insanity! What is this?! Beethoven: sighing: The training routine, I'm afraid. Surratt: This needs to stop right goddamn now! Surratt walks towards the stairs build in the walls, leading atop them. Beethoven: No! It is not worth it. It is for their good, trust m— Surratt: I don't care. She runs through the staircase, climbing in in mere minutes. As she does so, she walks towards the general. Surratt: What the hell are you doing, Claire?! Claire: WHAT DID YOU SAY, MAGGOT? Claire turns towards Surratt, who backs away slightly. Surratt: All I'm saying is that this is utterly insane! These people are— Claire: HOW DID YOU ADDRESS ME?! Surratt: Clai— Claire: 100 PUSHUPS. NOW. YOU WILL LEARN HOW TO RESPECT YOUR DAMNED COMMANDER AND ADDRESS HIM BY HIS PROPER TITLE, YOU UTTER WASTE OF SPACE! Surratt: I— Surratt sighs and gets on the ground, starting to do the pushups. As she has no muscles, she is able to do so with relative ease. Upon finishing the exercise, she gets up, flattening her shirt. As she does so, she notices the Foundation camera implanted in her collarbone. Surratt: What the h— Claire: DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY, RECRUIT? Surratt: No, General Bo— As Surratt tries to salute Claire, a deafening sound fills the air around them. From the north of the entire valley, a group of approximately ten harpy-like entities rockets down on the battalion, with nine of them focusing on the skeletons down on the courtyard and one on Claire and Surratt located atop the walls. Surratt: What the fuck?! Claire: Fuckin' hell! Claire picks up a rocket launcher located near him. As he does so, he puts a cigar in his mouth which he lights up shortly after. As the entity gets near him, he fires the device, obliterating the demon entirely. Surratt flinches as he continues to fire the weapon repeatedly at other entities, which are being fought with some difficulty by other recruits with the basic weaponry they were provided. Claire: Sleazy bastards… Although Claire and the others attempt to eliminate all enemies, they succeed with only eight. The two remaining leave the area with other skeletons in their claws, flying away in the distance. Claire: We have much less time than I thought. Surratt: What's going on? Claire: The bloody demons found our fortress. We need to hurry. If they found us, so will their leader. [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] A large group of skeletons, including Surratt, Beethoven, and Björn can be seen standing within a relatively small room. Within it, Claire is standing atop a small, stone bench located in one of its corners. Claire: SO, HERE'S THE THING, AND ALL OF YOU IMBECILES BETTER LISTEN UP. THE DEMONS HAVE FOUND US. Most of the group gasps, with one of the skeletons appearing to, although impossible, faint. Claire: WE FOUGHT WELL, BUT WE WEREN'T ABLE TO DEFEAT ALL, TWO OF THOSE BUGGERS GOT AWAY, AND IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE WE SEE THE BIG MAN HIMSELF KNOCKING AT OUR DOOR. Claire: OUR TIME TO PREPARE HAS DECREASED DRASTICALLY. WE HAVE… Short pause. Claire: TWO DAYS. As Claire finishes his speech, frantic chatting ensues within the room. Numerous entities start to chatter towards each other, nervously moving around the area. Claire: BUT WE STILL HAVE A CHANCE. All chatting immediately stops. Claire: WE NEED TO GO OUT. WITH THE HILL TAKEN, WE ARE MERELY TWO VALLEYS AWAY FROM THE KEEP OF SORROW. I HAVE CALCULATED THAT IF WE WERE TO USE ALL OUR AVAILABLE FORCES, WE HAVE AN APPROXIMATELY… UHM… FIFTY PERCENT CHANCE OF WINNING. IF WE STRIKE WITHIN THE NEXT WEEK, WE SHALL BEND THE LORD OF THE UNDERWORLD TO OUR WILL, FOR WE ARE STRONG, AND WE ARE TOGETHER. WE HAVE TRAINED FOR THIS FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS, WE WILL PREVAIL. Cheering can be heard within the room. Claire: NOW, GET TO WORK. ALL OF YOU NEED TO BE PREPARED FOR THE GRAND FINALE, MAGGOTS. SO GET YOURSELF SOME PROTECTION, WEAPONS, CLOTHING, VEHICLES, THE WORKS. THIS IS THE FINAL BATTLE FOLKS, MAKE IT COUNT. Claire steps down from the chair and moves towards one of the doors leading to another corridor. Claire: TO THE ARMORY, YOU LITTLE WASTES. As Surratt attempts to walk with the rest of the group, her shoulder is grabbed by Björn. Björn: Aye, do not follow, Suhr-rat! Surratt: What? Why? Björn: Don't your eyes see the plebian weaponry they possess here? Cowards, the lot of them! Do you really believe one could defeat spawns of Hel herself with simple fire sticks?! Surratt: N… n-no…? Björn: Then you are the only one here with a mind of a hero, lady. I can see you as much of an adventurous soul like me. No one has ever been here like me. Björn kneels, handing his sword to Surratt. Björn: Please, take Farbauti. Surratt: F… Farbauti…? Björn: The weapon with which I had murdered gods and men alike. It's been long since it got a true battle, and I can see within your young eyes you will give it the fun it deserves. Surratt: I… I don't think I can accept it, Björn. It's your weapon, and— Björn: Silence. You earned it. Surratt accepts it. As she picks the item up, Björn stands up. Beethoven sighs. Beethoven: You're insane. [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] The three skeletons can be seen marching atop the walls, apparently in circles. Although they do not appear to be looking in any exact direction, they generally face the direction of the valley. Björn: —and that's why you never grab a sword by the blade! Björn chuckles. Beethoven: So, what about you? Surratt: Hm? Beethoven: What's your story? Surratt: Well, I… I don't think it's worth sharing, really, plus I'm not sure if I'm allowed to— Beethoven: Oh, please, you're in hell, for God's sake, what worse could happen to you? Surratt: I mean, yes, you are right, but— oh, whatever, fuck this. I was born in 1976 in New York. Didn't take long to leave, really, as my dad left us soon after, and my mom couldn't find anything in NY, so we pretty much went to the only place we could — our less than ideal family in Europe. They lived in Poland, in one of those shitty little industrial cities in Silesia, you know, that industrial complex? Beethoven: A what? Surratt: Oh, right. A… a large collection of villages in which people work in, essentially. I was never a bright kid — I've been the type that likes sports for a while. Mom didn't like it, but, well, that didn't change all that much. After high school, I tried going into a university that would make you a teacher, but, well, didn't pass. Due to some bullshit problems they found with me, I was doomed to work on my own rather than continue to study. Mom couldn't afford to find me another place, so, well, I was on my own. For the next three years, I was hopelessly stuck in a perpetual cycle of working in idiotic places, like bakeries and shit. That was until the Foundation caught wind of me. Björn: The who now? Surratt: I'll tell you later. Basically. they saw I was decently athletic, some shady man in black approached me offering a security job. I said yes, and, well, they accepted me. Short pause. Surratt: I've seen… many, many things you couldn't fathom. Bears that could teleport, ghost towns, magical musicians, complex rituals I didn't understand, literal bigfoot-fairy towns, and much, much, much more. And the best part was all that data was stored in a gargantuan building built around a magical library. Which also had a ghost bookkeeper. And a lot more. Beethoven: What went wrong, then? Surratt: Everything, pretty much. Get sent to the wrong place at the wrong time. Tried saving my friends when I should have run away. Ended up getting sliced to ribbons, and well, here we are. Surratt sighs. Surratt: At least I didn't end up like Robert, though. That poor fellow's probably still wandering the woods o— Surratt is interrupted by a ringing of a bell, heard near them. Beethoven and Björn flinch when they hear the sound. Beethoven: Oh, our time's up it seems. Good story, reminds me of my days on the Archmage Council. Surratt: Yeah, well— wait, what? [EXTRATENIOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] The camera is showing the dorm within which the trio is situated in. Although Björn is walking around the room for unknown reasons, both Beethoven and Surratt are standing in one of the corners. Near them, a wardrobe, which wasn't previously there, can be seen. Beethoven: And… I believe this should fit nicely on you. Beethoven pulls out a tattered Polish World War II uniform from the wardrobe, he hands it to her, and she puts it on. Surratt: It… it does fit quite nicely. Oh darn— As she attempts to put the uniform on, it gets stuck on one of her ribs.. Beethoven: Let me help you out. In the process of entangling the clothes from Surratt, Beethoven notices the camera built into one of her ribs. Beethoven: What in good heavens is this? Surratt: Wha— oh, that. Well, that's a recording device. Beethoven: What in the Lord's name is that? Surratt: I… I don't think I can really tell you. It's, well, it's secret. Beethoven: You're in the underworld. I don't think they can get you here, heh. Surratt: Well, here's the thing— oh, whatever, NDA's probably void now anyway. I worked for an organization that dealt with… paranormal stuff. A pretty big organization. I died dealing with one of them, and, well, it turns out they installed a… contraption that makes them see what I do, within me. I'm sure it's for the better, though. They're surely coming here to get me. Beethoven: You… are aware that there is no way to ascend nor descend without dying, correct? Surratt: What? Beethoven: Well, you can't enter nor leave the underworld without passing through the gates of hell. And, well, they are located near the throne of its lord. Surratt: Satan? Beethoven: Indeed. Surratt: I'm sure they will do something. They always did. If they can protect all of humanity, I'm sure getting to the underworld is nothing for them. Surratt nervously chuckles. [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] The camera reveals Beethoven, Björn, and Surratt sitting around the table within their dorm. Atop the furniture, numerous cards and tokens are laying. Surratt looks at Beethoven. Surratt: Your move? Beethoven: All in. Surratt: All? Beethoven: Indeed. Beethoven pushes a pile of his tokens onto the middle of the table. As he does so, he smiles widely. Surratt does the same. Björn glances at her, and so does she at him. Surratt: You? Björn: Aye… believe I should pass. Surratt: Final decision? Björn: Pass. Beethoven glances at Surratt, whose drapes an arm over her chair. Surratt: Show what you got. Beethoven cocks his head as he puts forward all his cards. Beethoven: Full. Surratt: Ha! Surratt bangs on the table with a fist as she stands up and puts her cards on the table, revealing it to everyone. Surratt: Red full! Beethoven sighs. Beethoven: Oh well. Surratt laughs and takes all of the tokens towards herself. Björn: What a way to go, eh? Thus ends the illustrious card career of Ludwig Beethoven, defeated on his final night in Helheim. Beethoven: Again. Surratt: What? Björn: What? Beethoven: Eugh… nothing. Björn: You're just drunk. Björn laughs, and starts to shuffle the cards again. Beethoven: One more? Surratt: Please, what better do I have to do the day before my demise? I might as well grind both of you to the bone. Bring it on, bonehead. Björn groans. Beethoven: I do not think he found that humerus. All three chuckle. <End log> <Begin log> The feed reconnects, revealing an enormous group of skeletons marching forward, with numerous styles of uniforms and weaponry present throughout. Although due to the number of entities present, most of them cannot be properly recognized, within Surratt's near vicinity, both Björn and Beethoven can be seen, with the latter appearing to be talking to a small sub-group of entities carrying numerous musical-instrument-based weaponry. He is carrying several sheets of paper with him, and is waving. Björn, who is walking approximately two meters away from Surratt, is drinking out of a whiskey bottle. As he drinks, the whiskey falls through his jaws and ribcage, and onto the ground. Surratt: You know you can't taste anything, right? Björn: Aye, one of the many curses of this land, but my father always drank before battle, said it brought good fortune to a warrior. A brief pause. Björn: Come to think of it he was most likely covering up the fact he was a drunkard. No matter, are you ready for combat? Surratt: I… I think I am. Lots of buildup to this moment, you know? Pretty nervous. Surratt chuckles nervously. Björn: Eh, do not worry. Nothing better than going down for a just cause. And who knows what happens after what happens after? Surratt: I guess you're right. Surratt sighs, and they both continue walking. Despite her best efforts at looking in the distance over the valley, she is not able to do so, due to the ever-present skeleton subgroups. As she attempts to climb a small hill atop her to see more, Beethoven walks up to Surratt and Björn, attempting to start a conversation. He is noticeably cheery. Beethoven: How are we on this fine day? Final day? Final… days? Björn: Aye, didn't you finish your master-niece? Beethoven: Masterpiece. And yes, I was. I am still setting things up, but trust me, it is going to be the most amazing thing you will ever behol— As Beethoven attempts to continue talking to Björn, a deafening honk can be heard coming from their back. Shortly after, Beethoven pushes both of them over, effectively making them not be run over by the enormous tank which made this sound. Atop the machine, Claire can be seen peeping from within it, smoking a cigar. Claire: HOW ARE WE TODAY, LITTLE SCRUBS? READY TO MAKE SOME GRAVE MISTAKES? The entity laughs. Claire: DO YOU FEEL THE WEIGHT OF TODAY'S CONSEQUENCES GRINDING YOUR LITTLE MINDS TO THE BONE? Short pause. Claire: WELL THEN, GOOD, HAHAHAHA! The tank rolls off, and Surratt turns towards Björn and Beethoven. Surratt: Hey, uh, so… Beethoven: Yes? Surratt: There is a big chance this will be our last day here. And, I mean, yeah, it is hell, but… you morons made it slightly better, you know? Beethoven: And to you too. A pleasure, it has been. And hopefully still will. Heh. In the distance, a gargantuan, stone fortress-like, spiral, chaotic building can be seen. It is surrounded by numerous lava rivers with only a few bridges closing the gap in between, although as around it numerous winged Tartarean entities can be seen, all of them are closed. Despite the lack of clouds around, lightning can be seen appearing near the top tower of the keep, which extends over 500 meters above the rest of the building. The entire architecture of the area looks reminiscent of gothic, although an exact human architecture style cannot be fully confirmed due to the complexity and size of the structure. As the building comes into the view of the legion, Claire stands up. Claire: So, we're finally here. The entire battalion stops for a moment. Claire: The Keep of Sorrow. As he notices the rest of the group stopped, Claire glances at them angrily and puts the cigar out of his mouth. Claire: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! As Claire stops speaking, a large group of skeletons within the battalion look at each other numerous times, each time nodding with their heads. Claire: Oh god, no. The group: I am Hell's Soldier. Claire sighs. The group: I am a Warrior and a member of my army. I serve the skeletons of my battalion, and live the values of the dead. Björn: Aye, I will always place our mission first. Surratt: quietly: What's going on? Beethoven glances at her and smiles quickly. Beethoven: I shall never accept defeat. The group: I will never quit, for there is nowhere to run. Surratt chuckles and rolls her eyes. She looks around the group and smiles almost unnoticeably. Surratt: I would be disciplined, physically and mentally tough, trained, and proficient in my warrior tasks and drills, but this is Hell, and we have none of that. The group: I by no means an expert nor a professional. Beethoven: But I live in the beauty of the hope of freedom. Björn: I live and die again with honor. The group: I am Hell's Warrior. Claire chuckles. Claire: You're good, kids. I am proud of you. As the group stops to talk, all gates of the structure in the distance open. From within them, a horde encompassing an uncountable amount of numerous Tartarean entities — carrying from harpy-like winged humanoids to gigantic quasi-humanoid, four-legged creatures — can be seen emerging from all of them. The thunder near the towers starts to move towards the group, with blood starting to fall from within it. As all of this finishes, an extremely loud roar can be heard coming from within the keep. Claire: Let's just hope it will be enough though. Claire pumps the slide of a shotgun. Claire: LET'S GIVE 'EM HELL! <End log> <Begin log> The feed reconnects, revealing a large valley filled with fog and dust. Above it, the Keep of Sorrow towers, from within which an enormous amount of numerous kinds of Tartarean entities keep on appearing, swarming the battlefield and each skeleton present within which. Although due to the ever-present fog, most of the field cannot be seen through, as the thunder from before is currently located above the entire legion, with each lightning strike, a part of the battlefield becomes clear again. From within the cloud currently responsible for the thunder, a rain consisting of a substance reminiscent of blood is currently falling. As a result, the entire ground of the valley quickly turns into a mud-like substance, slowing down and sucking down a large part of the troops. Surratt can be seen running quickly towards the bottom of the hill on which the fort is located. Although numerous other entities can be seen before her, she is moving the quickest out of the entire group, visibly trying to push towards the building's entry. Despite best efforts from the rest of the army, they are not able to push their line of defense forward the gates due to the overwhelming amount of entities pouring from them. Upon reaching a stable position from within which she can defend herself and partake in combat, Surratt stops, attempting to familiarize herself with her surroundings better. As she dodges an incoming swipe from a nearby entity, Björn joins her position, cutting the entity in half with a sword. Surratt: Do you know where [inaudible]? Björn: What?! Björn walks closer towards Surratt, lowering his stance as numerous bullets fly above their heads. As he does so, a large missile hits the cliff above them, blowing the pair into a ditch. Surratt crawls towards Björn, attempting to shield both of them with local terrain. Surratt: Do… you… know… where… Beethoven… is? I swear I've seen this pl— Björn: No bloody clue! Last thing I heard was he wanted to play his tune into battle. Batshit insane fellow, I sa— As Björn attempts to finish, a large, harpy-like Tartarean entity focuses on them. Surratt: Fu— The entity lashes down, flying towards Björn. Although he attempts to duck downwards, the being accounts for this and catches him in its claws. As it does so, it starts to fly away. Surratt: No no no, no! As the entity flies away into the battlefield, Surratt runs towards the rest of the battalion, attempting to find a projectile weapon. The flying entity suddenly screams, releasing Björn from its claws. He falls alongside the demon, and both engage in combat. Due to the distance and the fog however, not a lot can be seen. After approximately 30 seconds, Björn can be seen emerging from the fog, the head of the entity in his hands, and a sizable hole in his frontal bone. He collapses on the ground. Surratt runs towards him. Surratt: Björn? Björn?! Is everything alright?! With a shaking hand, Björn points towards the body of the flying entity, his sword can be seen embedded in the chest. Björn suddenly stops moving. Surratt: Björn? No response. Surratt: Björn?! No response. Surratt crawls towards the laying skeleton and starts to shake his body. He does not show any reaction. Surratt: Björn?! Please, tell me you're fine! Anything! As she continues doing so, Beethoven walks towards her and grabs her by her arm. Beethoven: He's in Valhalla now. What more can a warrior want than a death with his weapon? Surratt: No! He… he must still be there. There is no death, this is the goddamned afterlife, remember?! Beethoven: There are many things I don't understand, Surr. He's in a better place now. Nothing can be worse than this. Unless it just repeats. Heh. Surratt: N… No… no! Beethoven starts to walk away from her. Beethoven: Come on. You can do nothing more. We'll give him a funeral after we win. Surratt: No! This is no— As she attempts to talk back, Claire's tank starts to climb up the hill, into their vision. With around 50 skeletons present atop it, they are able to defend against most entities coming towards them. Claire: HOW ARE WE ON THIS FINE DAY, LITTLE WASTES? BAD? GOOD! HAHAHAHAHA! Claire fires the tank, hitting a large entity visible in the distance. As he does so, the tank accelerates towards both Surratt and Beethoven, who quickly climb atop it. As the tank speeds up, they start to climb the hill, driving towards the gate closer and closer. Despite a large number of entities swarming them, they are able to defend against them due to their number, as well as due to a large part of the army regaining their ground and being able to climb upward. Claire: HAHAHAHAHA! GIVE 'EM SHIT THEY DESERVE, BOYS! As Claire finishes the sentence, the tank arrives near the entry to the fort atop the hill. All army members present atop the vehicle leave it, getting near its gates. From within a side of Surratt's vision, a large, ram-like machine created entirely out of bones and stone can be seen. It is quickly relocated near the doors, and Claire walks to its proximity. Claire: ONE. As Claire points towards the doors, the ram contacts them, violently shattering a part of it. Claire: TWO. The machine fires again, shattering the steel locks around the entry. Claire: THREE. The ram hits for the third time, the doors shatter. With the doors of the fort breached, allowing the entire team to enter, the camera reveals an extremely large hall, filled with numerous cages, fireplaces, paintings, and sculptures, all depicting people in numerous forms of pain. The area is massive, with numerous staircases up and down being connected and going through the hall. each build in a different style. Where they lead is unknown. As Claire notices a hallway at the end of the corridor, leading towards a dark, unlit room, he quickly rushes forward, leaving the rest of the team behind. As he does so, he loads his shotgun. Surratt: Where the hell are you going?! Claire: For the beast itself. <End log> [REMAINDER OF THIS FILE IS LEVEL 5/5572 CLASSIFIED] [WELCOME, AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL] <Begin log> The camera reveals Surratt, Beethoven, Claire, and approximately 120 other skeletons standing within what appears to be an almost entirely light-less chamber. Although due to the lighting, its exact size cannot be determined, due to the sounds terminated from its center, it had been estimated to be large. From within the geometrical center of the room, a silent and repeated sound, reminiscent of a beating heart can be heard. Despite the lack of lighting, the center appears to look like a throne, with a humanoid creature seemingly molded with the seat. It is not moving. As Claire starts to walk towards the throne, he is stopped by Surratt, who touches him on the shoulder. Surratt: Stop. Something isn't right. Claire turns around slowly, trying to keep his eyes on the creature. It does not move. Claire: W… what? The breathing of the creature sitting atop the seat begins to get irregular. Despite initially appearing to be a humanoid, as Surratt slowly walks towards it, an object reminiscent of a crown molded into its face appears to be located atop its head. Additionally, near its arms, a large, sword-like item can be seen. Both irregularities appear to be a part of the entity's body. Surratt: I just… I… I don't… I don't think this is… this fits here is what I'm saying… this… I… I… As Surratt loses her voice, she starts to walk towards the being, looking directly into its closed eyes. It does not appear to be conscious. Beethoven: Surratt? With Surratt getting closer, the camera reveals two limb-like appendages coming from the entity's back — both of them look like their ends have been damaged. The reasons for this are unknown. Despite Surratt engaging in no contact whatsoever, a circular white symbol light starts to appear on the chest of the entity. Its breathing stops. Beethoven: Surratt?! What did you do?! Surratt: Nothing! Nothing at all! Wh— Surratt is cut off as an emanating red light starts to come out of her chest, apparently near the camera. As this time, the light in the creature sitting atop the throne starts to violently flicker. Unknown voice: Activation detected. Welcome, authorized instance 192,613. Surratt: N… no! No! What is… what is… t-this?! What's… what's going on?! As the symbol increases in density, it starts to form into a coherent shape. Surratt: Oh my god. Upon noticing the shape of the sign, Surratt starts to slowly walk backward, attempting to run away from the entity, with each step increasing in speed. Despite her best efforts, she is stopped by Claire, who shakes her by the shoulders upon catching her. Claire: WHAT THE HELL'S HAPPENING RECRUIT?! Surratt: I… I… uh, I… Surratt points at the symbol, with her hand shaking. As the camera closes in, it reveals that it is the Foundation's insignia. Claire: WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?! Surratt: I… I need to-to talk to one of Foun— oh no. As Surratt tries to walk backward, from within the abyss located beneath them, numerous lights identical to that of Surratt's starts to appear within it. Despite the size of the pit, approximated to be around 500 meters in depth, it is filled in 75% with what are revealed to be humanoid bodies. All of them are wearing standard Foundation attire. Surratt: Oh, oh no. No no no no no. Surratt quickly turns towards Claire, who backs out a little. Surratt: Claire, I need to know. Have you ever seen, heard, or read, or whatever about anyone working or just associated with the SCP Foundation? Claire: WHAT IN THE SAM HILL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT SOLDIER, I NEED YOU TO— Surratt (Louder): I need to know, do you understand?! Claire starts to walk away from her, visibly unnerved. Claire: N-no, I don't think so, no. W-why do you as— Surratt approaches Beethoven, shaking his shoulders violently. Surratt: How many times have you been here? Beethoven: Wh— Surratt: Look at that goddamned beast in the eyes and tell me, how many fucking times have you been here?! Beethoven: Only on— oh no. Oh. Oh no no. Oh no. The entity starts shifting. As Beethoven starts to quickly run away from the creature with Surratt, Claire walks near them and stops both. Claire: HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MINDS?! WHAT'S GOING ON HERE? YOU ARE BREAKING THE LEGIONS FORMAT— Claire is cut off, as the creature sitting atop the throne starts to move. With its first move, it stands up, picking up the sword from the ground. What appears to be fire starts to circulate around the weapon and its eyes. At full height, it is over 10 meters tall. It looks at the entire squadron, smiling. As the battalion starts to scream in pain for no noticeable reasons, the feed disconnects for a short while. [FIVE MINUTES OF CORRUPTED FILES REMOVED] The feed connects again. Despite still being heavily distorted, most of its view is visible, revealing Surrat, Beethoven, and Claire, standing in the corner of the grand hall. In the background, numerous skeletons attempting to hold back the large entity from before can be seen. Claire: inaudible —f what's actually in the goddamned hell going on here?! Why do I have memories of this place?! Large explosions can be heard in the background. Surratt: Okay, so this will sound utterly ridiculous, but— [TEN SECONDS OF CORRUPTED FILES REMOVED] Surratt: —been here before. Countless times. Can you see all of these bodies? They are the bodies of previous personnel who've been here before me. The trio looks back into the pit, from which the light can be seen emanating from every body. Surratt: All of them have these, uh, activators — activators on them, that would, in turn, activate some sort of research complex these fuckers have going on in here made to— A loud bang. Surratt: —study that! Surratt points towards the creature, which smashes two additional skeletons trying to stop it from reaching them. Surratt: And to achieve that, they have been deliberately sending people down here without any proper inscriptions, knowing most of them would ultimately end up here, furthering their research. But every single time, something happened here, and their subject died, making the loop reset. Beethoven: But why? Surratt: Well I… I don't know! They have an obsession with knowledge! If something exists, they must know about it to "protect humanity" or some bullshit excuse like that. Claire: That also doesn't answer why we have memories of this place. Surratt: Look, I don't know, okay! I have no idea. Whatever that creature is, it is the source of all of this. The loop only exists as long as this does. Which means… All of them turn towards the massive humanoid. Claire: …to kill Satan is to beat death itself. Claire smiles. [FIVE MINUTES OF CORRUPTED FILES REMOVED] As the feed reconnects, it shows the humanoid violently thrashing with its sword towards Surratt, who ducks and barely avoids the attack. As she does so, Beethoven can be seen firing a machine gun at the creature, which doesn't react, as the bullets slowly sink into its skin. In the back, Claire is standing near a cannon range, located at the back of the entity. He is firing them, though no effect can be seen. How he acquired them is unknown. Claire: EAT LEAD, YOU HORNHEA— He is cut off as the creature focuses on him, starting to walk towards his resting spot, As it does so however, a large harpoon grabs it from the back. It slowly sinks into its skin and stops any further movement from it towards Claire. The entity's crown starts to flicker with fire violently, and it tries to grab the harpoon away from its body. It is unsuccessful. As Surratt quickly runs away from the entity into one of the right side of the battlefield, Beethoven can be seen sitting atop a piano, with 4 other skeletons bearing musical instruments situated near him. He stands atop the chair and shouts onto the ongoing battlefield. Beethoven: Hear me, those unworthy of my words — I, Ludwig van Beethoven, shall grace your ears with music like you have never heard before. Brace yourself, for a new age of music has come! Though almost no one reacts, Beethoven quickly starts to hit numerous keys, seemingly randomly. The rest of the band does the same. Beethoven: 170 years in the making, behold — my masterpiece, Battle Anthem No. 1 in C Minor! As the melody reveals itself to be horrendous, the entire fighting stops. The entity looks at Beethoven and starts to laugh violently, with the rest of the skeletons looking in surprise at him. Beethoven: You…! You will meet the wrath of me and my Elise, you tasteless monster! As Beethoven kisses his pipe which he's been carrying at his back, he starts to run towards the beast. The entity laughs again, swinging its hand, causing Beethoven to collide with the piano, crushing the other musicians. Claire sighs deeply and looks around the entire battalion, chaotically combating the entity. Claire: IT ISN'T GOING DOWN, IS IT? Surratt: What?! I can't hear you! Claire: ALL OF YOU STAY HERE. Claire quickly puts on an unknown vest on himself. Surratt: What are you doing?! Claire: Remember me. As Claire salutes at Surratt, he quickly turns towards the creature and runs in its direction. Despite best efforts from Surratt, he isn't stopped. The creature laughs, noticing the approaching skeleton. It crouches, smiling noticeably, and attempts to touch Claire, who runs directly at it. Surratt: No—! Claire: I'D SAY TO SEE YOU IN HELL, BUT WE ARE ALREADY HERE. The moment Claire contacts the entity, the entirety of the room is filled with blinding light and white noise. Despite it, a chain reaction of multiple explosions and loud crashes can be heard in the background. As the camera re-gains vision, it is able to focus for a second on the two entities, from which all of the explosions are coming. Claire laughs, and the other entity screams quickly. As rubble starts falling out of the ceiling, effectively trapping Surratt and the camera under it, an unidentifiable noise, similar to that of a scream of millions of voices can be heard coming from the center of the room, which gets quickly topped over by Claire's increasing laughter. [TEN MINUTES OF TOTAL DARKNESS REMOVED] As the fog falls down and rubble stops falling, Surratt is able to get up on her legs. Despite being near the eye of the cyclone, she is relatively unharmed. She stands up and looks at the throne upon which the creature was previously sitting. It is entirely empty, with not a single trace of the entity or Claire left. Surratt: At least he went the way he lived. Beethoven: That is? Surratt: Being utterly insane. Surratt deeply sighs and looks around herself. Near her, Beethoven is standing with the pipe in his hands. Around both of them, approximately 100 skeletons can be seen standing with weapons. Despite the outside of the castle being visible, not a single other skeleton can be seen outside or entering. As Surratt sighs again, one skeleton walks towards her, leaving the crowd. Unknown skeleton: And what now? Surratt: I… I think I have an idea. With some difficulty, Agent Surratt removes the camera from her rib. She throws it to the ground and smashes it with her boot. The feed disconnects. <End log> Following Event-5572 taking place, although all contact with Agent Surratt was lost, all Tartarean-entities-related activity within SCP-5572-PRIME had ceased, and no further SCP-5572 events were noted; reclassification of SCP-5572 to Neutralized is currently pending. For two more months as of the writing of this Addendum, no contact was initiated. Addendum 5572-2: On 26/09/2003, an enormous mass of unidentified humanoids was detected emerging from underground areas of the Free Port of Esterberg, 5 kilometers north of Site-120. One minute following the mass's sighting, the following message had been received by all members of Overwatch Command. The army of the dead has risen, and we've got a bone to pick with you. Further research and potential reclassifications are pending. {$previous-title} GASLIGHT, GATEKEEP, GIRLBOSS The Lands Nobody Returns From Footnotes 1. Or a variation thereof, languages included. 2. Terminal objects are those that incorporate human beings following their death. 3. Such technology is implemented in all junior Foundation personnel to ensure the Foundation's secrecy — as a Level 2 Clearance Agent on a trial period in Site-120, Surratt was automatically equipped with such. 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Image Credit: See comments. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 5/5573 LEVEL 5/5573 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5573 Keter Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned MTF Site-06 Dr. Emma Bilé Dr. Kanada Upalekar Tau-6 ("The Forgotten") Special Containment Procedures SCP-5573 exclusion zone A 20 kilometer exclusion zone has been established around and above the city of Farwell, Minnesota. Cover story Finlay-Bravo ("Viral outbreak") has been put into place with the authorities of Pope County in order to establish "Federal" jurisdiction over the local area. All entities attempting to enter the exclusion zone from Farwell must submit to identification. Any refusal to such identification must be met with immediate and lethal force. All Foundation personnel exiting Farwell must submit to thaumaturgical scan to ensure that they are not host to any foreign entities. Refusal will result in immediate termination. Commercial and private air traffic flight patterns have been altered to further ensure no registered flights pass over the affected area, and station-keeping interdiction drones have been deployed in the area to enforce the no-fly zone against un-registered flights. Four mid-range Class 2 Scranton Reality Anchors have been installed around the perimeter of St. John's Church of the Messenger in an effort to prevent the spread of SCP-5573-B and to stabilize the extra-dimensional rift within. Under no circumstances are any personnel to enter the church without prior written approval from the HMCL supervisor or the current head of Site-06. Anyone entering the field without permission will be immediately declared deceased and will be summarily terminated upon egress. Description SCP-5573 is the designation given to the events and anomalies surrounding the manifestation of a Class 3 extra-dimensional portal within the St. John's Church in the town of Farwell, Minnesota. The specific nature and physical description of the portal are unavailable due to the highly unstable fluctuations of Hume levels within the church. While the deployed SRAs are able to prevent the phenomenon from spreading, they have so far been unable to successfully stabilize the area to allow for additional exploration. Attached Addenda Discovery At 1013 on July 22, 2018, the Aureole Orbital Recon Array1 detected a massive spike in localized Akiva radiation in north central United States and subsequent investigation by the Foundation led to the discovery of the ongoing phenomena within Farwell. This massive fluctuation was intense enough to register on Bonfield-Carizza Hume detectors throughout the central portion of North America, and the full scope of the resulting chaos has yet to be fully surveyed. At 10:38, wide-area SRAs were able to be deployed from orbit in an attempt to stabilize the ongoing rupture in the local reality substrata. Due to the high energy requirements of these types of SRAs, the window for localized stabilization was extremely narrow. This allowed for the insertion of a single Tau-6 strike team via drop-pod. This team was sent in to conduct search-and-report reconnaissance and has since been declared MIA. There are currently no plans for a retrieval operation. Additional Records The expedition into SCP-5573 was conducted by MTF Tau-6, details of which were captured by intermittent burst uploads from various cameras carried about their persons. The heavy interference created by the local Hume field displacement ripples made a continuous uplink impossible. The wide-area SRAs were programmed to cycle through infrequent field harmonics to allow for occasional and randomly-spread moments of very localized stability in order to sync up with data uplink burst transmissions from the MTF. The first transmission contained the first on-ground video, a transcription of which follows. ■ 5573.doc.01 - Exploration Log Transcript ■ □ 5573.doc.01 - Exploration Log Transcript □ Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 2018/07/22 @ 10:50 Monitoring Team: MTF Tau-6 ("The Forgotten") Operational directive: Observe & report Team Lead: [EXPUNGED],2 "One" [BEGIN LOG] [Helmet camera shows interior of a LOSODS3 Pod. Clouds can be seen rushing past the pod's viewport.] Tau-6 One: [Over Radio] Keep your ears on. High Akiva, no real visuals. [No response is heard over the sound of the airbrakes firing.] Tau-6 Five: -and gun? Tau-6 Two: No. Not stealth, but- Tau-6 Four: We're dropping into unknown numbers, weapons hot. [Pause.] Makes me wish for the days when D-Class ran these ops. Tau-6 One: Four, take overwatch. Hill on your- [No audio captured due to airbrakes firing.] Tau-6 One: Rest with me. [The opening of the canopy drowns out all audio. The LOSOD Pods make impact with the ground. Camera shows Three being launched five feet into the air before landing.] Tau-6 One: Sound off. [Tau-6 sounds off, all members unharmed and accounted for. The task force begins to move towards the edge of the town. The trees in the area are covered with large claw marks and a viscous reddish-black fluid. The task force climbs over several downed trees before approaching a house on the outskirts of Farwell. The door is ajar.] Tau-6 One: Three, Five. Move to breach. [Camera follows Three as she enters the house. The walls of the foyer are decorated with symbols of unknown origin and a trail of blood leads further down the hallway. The team moves down the hallway and enters the kitchen where a table piled high in books sits in the middle of the room. Candles cover every other surface.] Tau-6 One: Two, check the table. [Two approaches the table. As he reaches out to towards the books, the books ignite and rapidly burn. After two seconds, a small book is left on the table, surrounded by arcane symbols and a red liquid.] Tau-6 Four: [Over Radio] Heads up team. Potential hostile outside. Tau-6 One: Take the shot. Tau-6 Four: [Over Radio] Negative, One. It's too b- No way. Tau-6 One: Repeat, Four. Do you have a visual? Tau-6 Four: [Over Radio] No, One. It shimmered and just disappeared. Unknown entity, roughly seven meters in height, some sort of armored and horned carapace on head, no eyes seen. Appeared to be scratching something into the wall of the house to your North East. Tau-6 One: Copy that. Will investigate. Tau-6 Two: Should I grab the book? Tau-6 One: Negative. No complications. [Radio static is heard for eight seconds. The team exits through the back door of the kitchen and crosses the backyard, vaulting the fence.] Tau-6 One: Four, we've entered the alley as instructed. Is the path clear? Tau-6 Four: [Over Radio] Repeat, One? Tau-6 One: You told us to exit the house immediately. Tau-6 Four: [Over Radio] No such message given. Do not trust your com- What the hell!? [A shout and several gunshots are heard over the commlink.] Tau-6 One: Four? Come in, Four. [No response.] [Five begins to nervously tap his feet on the pavement.] Unknown Voice4: RUN [An opaque black hand measuring two meters across pushes through the fence to the team's right, causing the boards and slats of the fence to vanish. The hand closes around One and Two and they disappear. Three and Five begin to sprint down the alley. Three loses her footing and falls, turning over to see the hand dissolve into a golden light.] Tau-6 Five: Uh… What the fuck just happened? Tau-6 Three: I have… no idea. [Three climbs to her feet and walks over to one of the alley fences. A hand-shaped hole is burned through the wood.] Tau-6 Three: Hey Fives, come look at this. That hand zigzagged through the alley, right? Tau-6 Five: I was busy running, sorry. Tau-6 Three: Yeah yeah, running. But look at this hole, this wood looks like it was just removed, like with a laser. Tau-6 Four: And? Tau-6 Three: Well, why aren't there clean-cut pieces of One and Two back there? [Camera feed flickers for the next thirty seconds. Feed now shows Three and Five standing in front of a concrete wall, where a crude picture of a sun and a star have been carved into the wall.] Tau-6 Three: What do you think it me- [Three and Five are now standing in the kitchen of the house they had come from.] Tau-6 Five: Wait we were just- [A tear runs across the wall to their left and splits open, revealing a massive eye. It stares at the pair for a second before turning black and dragging the contents of the room into it. Five and Three run out the back door and enter the backyard. Both appear to be sprinting, but the fence remains approx. ten meters away. This behavior continues for five minutes.] Tau-6 Three: Fives! Break Sideways! Tau-6 Five: Heard! [Three abruptly moves to her left and immediately collides with the fence. The camera feed is disrupted by debris for several seconds but resumes to see a ~50-meter cone of wreckage in front of Three. The corner of a nearby house is destroyed and several small entities can be seen crawling out.] Tau-6 Five: Christ, I hate rubberbanding. Tau-6 Three: We've got hostiles. Move to the alley. [Three draws her service rifle and starts firing on the entities. She is soon joined by Five's chaingun as they push back towards the alley.] [END LOG] The team separation placed additional strain on the interlink connections between the various members, which denied the metaconcentrated bursts from conjoined uplink attempts. While the majority of the video transmissions are believed to have been captured, the data packets retrieved had to be stitched together by Foundation .aic. The transcript of the second data transmission follows. ■ 5573.doc.02 - Exploration Log Transcript ■ □ 5573.doc.02 - Exploration Log Transcript □ Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 2018/07/22 @ 11:07 Monitoring Team: MTF Tau-6 ("The Forgotten") Operational directive: Observe & report Team Lead: [EXPUNGED],"One" [All Audio Lost.] [All Video Lost.] [Five minutes omitted for brevity.] [The sound of wood clattering can be heard, as well as the sound of human groans. One climbs to their feet.] Tau-6 One: Two? [Two pushes off fence slats covering him and sits up. One turns and the camera shows a room decorated in human remains. Intestines are strung from the rafters, elongating and contracting randomly. The wall opposite of door is covered in embedded human arms that twitch and grasp at nothing. As the pair move closer, the hands briefly stop moving and the palms open up, revealing a milky blue eye. Two steps forward and the arms begin moving in unison, all making the same series of gestures.] Tau-6 One: Two, get back. Tau-6 Two: It's not thaumaturgy, it's ASL. Tau-6 One: Well, what's it saying? Tau-6 Two: Happy Salvation Day. Over and Over. [Screams can be heard from the floor above the two and the heads begin bursting through the ceiling. The hands reach towards them and clench into fists, collapsing the floor everywhere but above One and Two. The room fills with small entities, their rotting flesh and skeletal systems can be seen as they turn towards the MTF.] Tau-6 One: We're cornered. Fire at will. [One and Two open fire into the swarm of entities.] [Connection Lost.] It is unclear if the instability in the video feed is caused by the intermittent quality of the transmission, a failure in the stitching algorithms utilized by the .aic, or represented actual events experienced by the MTF. Retrieved dialogue seems to support the last hypothesis, which would represent much stronger Hume/Akiva fluctuations in the local reality structure than previously indicated. The third transmission appears to be slightly out of sync with the previous two, but it is difficult to properly ascertain whether this represents temporal fluctuations along with the reality destabilizing effects or is simply a property of the intermittent transmission lag. Transcript of the third transmission follows. ■ 5573.doc.03 - Exploration Log Transcript ■ □ 5573.doc.03 - Exploration Log Transcript □ Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 2018/07/22 @ 11:00 Monitoring Team: MTF Tau-6 ("The Forgotten") Operational directive: Observe & report Team Lead: [EXPUNGED], "One" Camera Powering ON….. Tau-6 Four: Aaah. Ouch. This is Tau-6 Four. Encountered three hostiles at my position and have totally lost radio contact with the team. No comms with Overwatch Command either. Switching to rifle camera… now. [Camera opens to show the town of Farwell from Four's position in the hills. Movement is seen on the west side of the town.] Tau-6 Four: Something big over there. [Four flicks the camera into the rifle's scope. The camera now shows a ~ten-meter tall quadrupedal reptilian entity chasing a smaller entity through a clearing] Tau-6 Four: Shit. That's a kid. Switching to explos- [A eight-meter tall humanoid creature is seen slowly descending on white, chiropteran wings; carrying a large spear, the head and shaft by a cascading motif of stars and suns. Its head is covered in a bony carapace and ram-like horns spiral out from the sides of its head.] Tau-6 Four: No eyes… [The smaller entity lands on the ground and severs a tree with an upward motion while spinning, using the butt of the spear to launch the tree at the taller entity like an arrow. The projectile pierces the entity's shoulder and it turns, letting out a roar that carries to Four's position.] [The reptilian entity lunges to towards the small child, as the smaller entity moves to intercept. The child can be seen climbing a tree in an attempt to escape. The smaller entity pierces the reptile's flank with the spear. The reptile flails, tearing the weapon from its owner's hands. Using its forepaw, it strikes the smaller entity, knocking it across the clearing. As the reptilian entity moves to attack the prone entity, Four begins firing his rifle, striking the reptile six times across the face and jaw. Moving faster than anticipated, the smaller entity grabs the spear and pushes it deeper into the reptile, the point protruding from its mouth. It then threads its fingers between the teeth of the upper and lower jaws before jerking its arms wide, tearing the creature's head in half. The body begins to smoke and light can be seen glowing inside it.] Tau-6 Four: Perhaps I'm the Divine Intervention here. [The winged entity reaches out and lifts the child from the branches of the tree and places them on its shoulder. It then turns and appears to nod in Four's direction before walking away from the town of Farwell.] Tau-6 Four: Now. Where is the rest of- [Connection Lost.] The final transmission is also the most corrupted. It is believed that this is a result of the team converging upon the central locus of the powerful ripples in the local Hume field. Lambent spikes of Akiva radiation show as vermilion waves of static across the visual field. Again, this is unclear if it is simply a manifestation of the disruption to local reality experienced by the team, a byproduct to the disruption caused to the equipment, or the interference in the transmission burst. The transcription of the final log follows. ■ 5573.doc.04 - Exploration Log Transcript ■ □ 5573.doc.04 - Exploration Log Transcript □ Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 2018/07/22 @ 10:50 Monitoring Team: MTF Tau-6 ("The Forgotten") Operational directive: Observe & report Team Lead: [EXPUNGED], "One" [One and Two are seen firing into the horde of entities. Despite sustaining injuries to all presumed vital areas, these creatures continue to move towards the pair.] Tau-6 Two: Running low! [One does not appear to hear. A creaking can be heard and the wall next to them explodes outward. Three and Five move through the gap and begin providing covering fire.] Tau-6 Three: Move! Now! [The team begins to run down the street as the creatures slowly pursue.] Tau-6 One: Move to the church! [More creatures pour out of homes and buildings and join the horde. As the team approach the town square, a 2 meter tall horned entity steps into their path holding a large metallic object.] Horned Entity-1: Split. Now! [The team dive to the sides as a blue beam fires out of the metallic object and launches a dozen of the smaller pursuing entities backward. Several more horned entities, as well as Tau-6 Four, emerge on the rooftops and begin firing into the horde.] Horned Entity-1: Get in the square. We have locked them out. [The MTF stands up and begins backing up, laying down additional fire support. As they pass the horned entity, the camera feed flickers briefly.] Horned Entity-1: Twelfth Company! Stand down. [Turning to One.] Do you have injured? Tau-6 Five: No, we… what's going on? Horned Entity-1: My name is Azazel, leader of Hell's Twelfth Company and you are actively interfering with a Class Five Demon Containment Operation. Seeing as you are not with the Horizon Initiative, you do not even remotely have clearance to be operating in this sector. [Three steps between One and Azazel.] Tau-6 Three: Hey, we're not here of our own volition. Azazel: This does not change the fact you brought a horde of krulii to my doorstep and endangered my team. And you dropped in here without sanctified or desecrated weapons. Are you trying to get killed? Tau-6 Five: [Whispered.] Hey, Two. How are they doing that with their mouths? Tau-6 Two: I have no idea, Fives. Azazel: All of you are a liability to this operation, except your teammate 'Four' up there. Tau-6 One: Well, we can't leave… Azazel:[Pointing.] Go down that road. The area has been cleared and we are currently pulling out survivors. Pitch in there, or just wait in the church until we finish cleaning this up. [The MTF moves out along the route that Azazel indicated that leads away from the church.] Tau-6 Five: Hey, One? What kind of divine mess did we fall into? A company of devils? Fighting demons? The Horizon Initiative? Tau-6 Two: Well the Horizon Initiative is a GoI- Tau-6 Five: I know that. But what is a company of devils doing in Minnesota? [The team enters a street filled with rubble and makeshift tents, where humans can be seen being tended to by more devils.5 Most of the survivors appear injured. A shout can be heard from a one-room schoolhouse down the street. A nearby devil beckons to the MTF while running in that direction.] Devil-2: If you can help, get over here! [As the MTF follows the devil, the camera shows the heavily damaged schoolhouse. The outside is completely covered in symbols depicting the sun and stars and it appears to have suffered immense structural damage at some point. Two devils are struggling to keep the doorway from collapsing in on itself and taking the rest of the building with it.] Devil-3: [Holding door frame.] There… are… still people in there! [The point of a sword appears from the dark doorway and swings upwards, flat against the buckling frame. The blade flexes and begins to lift the frame as five children run out and grab the legs of a woman standing nearby. A tall figure walks through the door carrying a child. Dressed in a simple black uniform with maroon highlights, he nods for the devils at the door to let go and hands the child to the woman. Waves of Akiva radiation seem to pulse from him, greatly distorting his image in the visual pickups. It randomly flickers and his form is replaced by a brilliant winged figure, surrounded by a corona of coruscating washes of incandescent fire.] Unknown entity: Ah! A Mobile Task Force. I'm glad you could join us. Tau-6 One: Yes, well, it wasn't exactly planned. Excuse me if I don't shake your hand, but do you mind telling us what the hell is actually going on around here? [The entity laughs, and the sound can be seen in the rippling waves of Akivars flooding off of him.] Unknown entity: Aren't you just the cutest? I am pretty certain that Azazel already told you that. Now, as much as I'd like to just stand around and shoot the shit with you lovely people, we're on a bit of a time table. [His words are punctuated by the sound of a violent concussion somewhere off the the distance. 3 seconds later another lambent spike of Akiva radiation distorts the visual field.] Unknown entity: And that is our cue to leave. Spending too much time here causes… problems. I am frankly too much of a target up here, so it's time to go! Come come. Back to the church. [Another spike in Akivars causes the video feed to cut out completely.] [94 seconds of static omitted.] [When the feed returns, the MTF is following along behind the unknown entity towards the church, where they are intercepted by Azazel and two of the winged entities. Azazel briefly bows before the unknown entity, then glances back at the MTF] Azazel: My Lord, we have the majority of the town sealed off, but it is only a matter of time before the others arrive. If we leave now we can get out before they rupture forth. Perhaps we should… [He nods back towards the MTF, and the unknown entity reaches up (across?) to gently pat the demon on its shoulder.] Unknown Entity: Unfortunately, I think that the time has come for us to throw a little wrench into the plans. Maybe it's time to shake things up a bit, hmm? Azazel: Yes, my Lord. We talked about this before, and I am afraid I must still agree with Uriel. Humans are just too unpredictable. Unknown Entity: And that's precisely why they're coming with us. Tau-6 One: Excuse me, but what? No one said anything about going anywhere. We're just here to observe and report, that's it. Azazel: [Turning to look at them.] Your plans have changed. My Lord has decreed otherwise, and thus it shall be. Tau-6 Five: Now wait just a fucking moment, I don't give a rat's fart who- [A massive spike of Akiva radiation emanates from the unknown entity, and for a moment his form stabilizes as the full winged entity. The MTF shield their eyes from the brilliant light, and Azazel looks away.] Unknown Entity: I have been kind. I am understanding. This is not your battle. But you are here, and I have need of you. [The glow fades and he has resumed his human form.] Unknown Entity: One thing I cannot abide is rudeness, but I am afraid I simply do not have the time for the niceties. Now, I will ask kindly. [He smiles and spreads his hands in an expansive gesture.] How does the title 'Savior of Heaven, Earth, and all the Hells' sound to you? Because that's precisely what I'm offering. [One glances around at the rest of the team, a concerned look on their face. After a moment, they look back at the entity.] Tau-6 One: Doesn't sound like we have much of a choice. [Pausing] Fine. First, you gotta tell us who the fuck you are. [The entity grins, showing a row of perfect white teeth.] Unknown Entity: Haven't you already guessed? I'm Lucifer, Herald of the Goddamn Morning. [END LOG] The transmission ended there, and no more bursts uplinks were transmitted. 12 minutes after the final transmission, the wide-area SRAs expended the last of their energy and ceased to function. A single spike of Akiva radiation was recorded before receding to a level .08 Akivars above normal. 37 minutes later, a Foundation fast action team arrived on scene to find the town of Farwell mostly destroyed, with the civilian survivors gathered in front of St. John's Church of the Messenger.6 Subsequent interviews revealed that the civilians had already been amnesticised and had no recollection of the events leading up to the destruction of their town. Blood tests confirmed that there was no trace of amnestic chemicals in their system, which indicates that they were not under the effect of Foundation-issued amnestics. An additional investigation into whatever could have caused such untraceable amnesticisation is ongoing. Footnotes 1. See Project AurORA - Akiva, EVE, and Hume Spectra Analysis From Low-Earth Orbit 2nd ed., 2001 by Dr. Emmanuel Salazar for more details on the array. 2. The identity of all Tau-6 operatives have been expunged from all records as per Oversight Command directive 12.82.Tau. Further information on this directive has been restricted to O5 clearance only. 3. Low Orbit Single Occupatant Delivery System 4. Later Identified as Tau-6 Four 5. Classification pending based on additional evidence. 6. The only remaining undamaged structure in the town. |
SCP-5574 | euclid | close Info X SCP-5574: Imaginary Suffering Author: CrystalMonarch More by this author >login SCP Database MTompkins.Site109@scipnet Accessing SCP Database… Credentials Accepted. Welcome back Junior Researcher Marissa Tompkins >access SCP-5574 Clearance Level 2/5574 Recognised Loading SCP-5574… Cover of a 1913 pulp novel in the early stages of SCP-5574 infection. At this point, only the character depicted to the bottom right is symptomatic. Item #: SCP-5574 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5574 is currently contained within a copy of the novel Pride and Prejudice in Standard Containment Locker B2032. A minimum of ten additional novels should be stored alongside SCP-5574’s current host at all times, and any previously infected novels should be removed and incinerated. Testing of the effects of SCP-5574 on narrative media is currently restricted to Researchers with Class 2/5574 clearance or higher. Testing of the effects of SCP-5574 on human subjects is currently prohibited, except with the direct authorization of Lead Researcher Caldwell. Description: SCP-5574 is a noospheric1 parasite which infects non-interactive narrative media. Infected media is extended significantly beyond the normal limits of the narrative (e.g. movies continuing far beyond their usual runtime, the text of physical books shifting and being rewritten in real time). This narrative is continuous and occurs even when not observed. The anomalous effect is not extended to any copies that are made of the affected media. Characters within the narrative will act in a manner appropriate to their previously established characterisation but be described as having, or be shown to experience, a variety of symptoms commonly associated with degenerative brain conditions. SCP-5574 symptoms typically begin with headaches, followed by a gradual deterioration in mental capacity, specifically in areas focused around imagination and creative thinking. SCP-5574 can also infect humans and other sapient entities. The effects observed are similar to that seen in characters within affected media, and continue until the host has experienced near total loss of capacity for independent thought, and enters a permanent vegetative state. The course of the infection lasts significantly longer in human hosts, typically 8-15 years compared to a more variable range of hours-weeks for narrative media. After the infection has run its course, or if the current host dies or is destroyed prematurely, SCP-5574 will transfer to a new host. It will preferentially transfer to other narrative media which are physically nearby, up to a maximum range of approximately 15 meters. If no acceptable media are found within this range it will transfer to a human host within range. If neither of these options is available, it will travel via noosphere to a memetically proximal host2. Physical distance is irrelevant to this secondary form of transmission, with hosts being found to be infected up to 4,200 miles from the previous host. Addendum: Selected Test Media Close File Test Media: A Christmas Carol, a novella by Charles Dickens Effect on Narrative: Following the end of the original work, Scrooge begins experiencing SCP-5574 symptoms. After recognising that his mind is failing, he seems at peace and remarks he is ‘glad he had at least one good day’. He writes a will leaving his wealth to Bob Cratchit and shortly after enters a coma like state. At this point no new text was added and SCP-5574 transferred to a new host. Notes: Typical of expected results where narrative continues with the additional factor of SCP-5574 symptoms. Test Media: 10 additional copies of A Christmas Carol, tested in sequence. Effect on Narrative: Most continued in the same manner as the previous test, with minor changes to dialogue and circumstance. The sole exception was test 7 in which Scrooge became frantic and agitated, cursed Cratchit and the ghosts, and is described as being bitterly fearful of hell. He attempts to flee London but is unable to travel outwith previously established settings and ultimately enters a coma state alone in his home. Notes: It appears the anomaly has some creativity with how it continues the narrative, while remaining within the bounds of the already established world and characters. Test Media: A VHS tape of a filmed production of the play The Merchant of Venice, by William Shakespeare. Effect on Narrative: The production continued with a sixth act in which Shylock seeks revenge. At the onset of the seventh act, all characters begin experiencing SCP-5574 symptoms and rapidly succumb. The video stops on a shot of all actors lying comatose on stage. Notes: The literary quality of the additional scenes have been analysed by literary experts, whose consensus was that the writing approached the quality of Shakespeare’s original works. Shylock’s soliloquy on how all methods were acceptable in the pursuit of liberty was highlighted as particularly poignant. Test Media: The Short Reign of Mary Queen of Scots, a non-fiction narrative biography by Margaret Dunne. Effect on Narrative: The original biography ends after Mary is taken captive by her cousin Elizabeth. The anomalous narrative describes her rapidly succumbing to melancholy and to SCP-5574 symptoms over the course of several weeks. Notes: The SCP-5574 infection lasted only a few hours in this host. Further testing indicates the lower degree of narrative in non-fiction causes it to expire more rapidly following SCP-5574 infection. Test Media: The Tigers of Texas, a novel by Buck Henderson3 Effect on Narrative: The Tiger Posse continue their trek across the west but rapidly succumb to SCP-5574 symptoms, lasting only a few days. Notes: The duration of infection seems to correspond with the creativity and popularity of the infected narrative. This should be taken into account when selecting narratives to act as long term hosts. Test Media: Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. Effect on Narrative: Alice is discontent at home in England for a short while, and after experiencing the onset of symptoms returns to Wonderland to consult the various strange inhabitants. They offer advice on ‘expanding one’s mind’ and exercising her imagination to stave off symptoms. This is effective for a short time, but Alice and the rest eventually succumb. Notes: These exercises were trialled in human hosts of SCP-5574 and proved effective in quality of life improvement and in delaying disease progression. Test Media: A Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle. Effect on Narrative: Sherlock Holmes quickly notices he is experiencing symptoms of brain disease, and after several hours of conversation with Watson deduces he is in a fictional world. He makes several attempts at escaping the narrative but ultimately fails. He then makes a direct appeal to the reader, claiming to possess a fully human intellect and demanding that his rights as an Englishman be upheld, before succumbing to SCP-5574 symptoms. Notes: The SCP-5574 narrative entities' claims of sapience and self awareness have resulted in an Ethics Committee request for further testing. This is currently ongoing. Footnotes 1. The non-physical component of consciousness where memetic and other thought-form entities propagate. 2. i.e. a host that has a similar mindset, or one who shares common symbolic or thematic similarities. 3. A largely unknown and unsuccessful work. >exit Access Your Most Recently Viewed File? Transcript: SCP-5574 Test Narrative 26-2013 Close File Transcript: SCP-5574 Test Narrative No. 26-2013 Original Media Summary: A printed text describing a standard Foundation interview room with a single occupant, for whom no description is given. The only event which occurs is the arrival of Junior Researcher Tompkins, who is briefly described and then stated to be about to begin routine questioning. 267 words. Original document excised, transcript begins from the point at which SCP-5574’s anomalous effects first take effect The Researcher smoothed out her skirt and sat on the uncomfortable steel chair that was still standard issue for all interview rooms, despite her years of complaints. Her subject for the day was already sitting, an unkempt young man with the bored look of someone who'd spent a lot of time sitting in a cell being forced to talk to strangers. A look she was all too familiar with. "OK, so the time is 12:43, I’m Marissa Tompkins, Class 3 Researcher, and today I’ll be interviewing SCP-5574." She turned and glanced behind her to double check the recording device on the wall was blinking red and operational. The movement made her head throb and she winced, migraines always announced themselves before their full arrival and she could tell this was going to be a big one. She slid one of the two coffees she’d brought across the table to the subject with an awkward smile. Despite all her years of experience, it was still difficult to ignore the social niceties, even when around anomalous entities. "Alright Mr Smith, I'm going to begin by asking you a few questions to test your responsiveness, OK? "That's fine by me ma'am, I just want to get all this over with so I can get back to my family." Marissa felt that familiar twinge of guilt as she knew that he would very likely be spending the rest of his life in a cell, and his family had already been made to forget his existence. But this was what the job demanded, anything and everything for the greater good. She went through the tests quickly, she'd done this so many times that her actions were automatic and as the familiar scenario unfolded she felt her mind wander. He answered questions designed to test his intelligence, both intellectual and emotional, and she thought about how she'd ended up spending the past decade working in a series of tiny cells just like this one. Ten years trying to make life better for the people she helped keep imprisoned, and she’d likely be fighting this uphill battle for the rest of her life. She tried to think about what she’d rather be doing but drew a blank. She wasn't the most forward thinking woman at the best of times and her growing migraine was clouding her mind and making it very hard to think. “OK, so this next set of questions is a little strange, they’re designed to test if you’re what we like to call ‘a sapient entity’. Basically, if you’re a person or just a convincing illusion of one. It might seem a little silly, since most of the time you call tell if someone’s a person just by looking, but in my line of work I often encounter things that aren’t quite what they seem. Things that look human, that might even have intelligence of a sort, but have no more moral value than a fly or this coffee cup. So what I’ll be looking for here is signs of you having a conception of an inner self, an ability to effect and be affected by your environment and whether you have the capacity to experience pleasure, suffering, stuff like that.” Mr Smith just nodded. Thirty minutes of questioning later and he still hadn’t touched his coffee. Marissa took a long sip of her own before giving him the results. Her head wasn’t getting any better and the deliciously caffeinated concoction helped distract her. "OK then Mr Smith." She smiled. "You'll be glad to hear you qualify as a Class II sapient entity, which in laymen’s terms, means you're a person. That means you qualify for ethical care and treatment for as long as-". Marissa stopped talking, partly because she'd forgot what she was going to say and partly because her migraine had blossomed into a nova of stabbing pain right behind her left eye. She clutched her head and shouted for help. Something wasn't right, she'd had migraines before but never this bad. And her thinking was slow and sluggish, especially when she tried to come up with plans or think about the future. And Mr Smith was still just sitting there. And no-one from outside was coming despite her yells. Oh shit. Belatedly, her training kicked in. She was being affected by an anomaly. Categorise effects: headaches, clouded thinking, people acting like zombies. Her headache was clearing but alarmingly her thinking was getting worse, it was hard to think of what to do next, hard to come up with even the simplest plans. She tried to leave the room and found the door sealed. Not just locked, but fused seamlessly into the wall. "Oh." she said. She slumped to the ground. All these years talking to little bits of reality gone wrong and until now she’d never fully appreciated how horrifying it was to have the world you thought you knew fall apart around you. She knew this wasn’t real now, of course, that much was obvious. That was little consolation to her though, as her mind fell apart like a sandcastle drowned by the tide. She was aware she'd lost the ability to imagine future events and only dimly remembered that was probably a good thing. The walls started to melt around her, forming horrifying faces with far too many teeth. They weren’t real either but suddenly Marissa wasn’t sure if she was even real herself. Eventually, the world around her was nothing but a swirl of nightmares and Marissa had only her thoughts. Thoughts that were swiftly degrading, moment by moment. She no longer had the capacity to hope for rescue or escape so instead she could only wait. But no-one ever came and she was reduced to a catatonic state, living but mindless. Marissa Tompkins lay motionless on the floor. Marissa Tompkins lay motionless on the floor. Marissa Tompkins lay motionless on the floor. >exit SCP Database >access SCiPNET messages Loading most recent message thread… SCPiNET v4.0.2 Terminal: 53817 Authorization: MTompkins.Site109 Message History with Senior Researcher Dr Caldwell Currently Viewing Today’s Messages: Oldest > Newest [09:15] MTompkins: Have you had a chance to look over the results of my study on SCP-5574 yet? The findings are quite alarming and I’ve suggested several urgent changes to the Containment Procedures. I tried calling your office but wasn’t able to get a response, please let me know when would be a convenient time for us to meet and discuss this further. [09:26] JCaldwell: I’ve read your report, and further discussion won’t be necessary. The current Containment Procedures are perfectly effective for ensuring continued containment. I recommend you turn your attentions to some of the Site’s more recently acquired SCPs whose documentation actually needs updating. [09:28] MTompkins: This isn’t a matter of containment, it’s a matter of ethics. The anomaly is creating and then torturing real sapient people. They’re suffering. [09:37] JCaldwell: I am not going to authorise torturing real human beings to save some ink on a page. Sometimes the Foundation has to do unpleasant things to ensure the containment of dangerous entities like this nasty little parasite. If what’s in those books bothers you, then don’t read them, this is one anomaly that’s best left to rot away in a storage locker. [09:39] MTompkins: My feelings on the matter are not the issue. People are suffering, real people, with feelings as real as yours or mine. The fact they are anomalously generated doesn’t make their experiences any less real. [09:45] JCaldwell: Even if they are in some sense alive, their life is a product of the anomaly. If it creates and destroys lives then that is no net loss, without the anomaly those ‘people’ would never have existed to begin with. [09:47] MTompkins: They’re being tortured, as bad as any human victim of SCP-5574. And they die at such a faster rate that orders of magnitudes more people suffer and die in those novels you’re using than would if we used human hosts. I recognise that you might find it distasteful to value the suffering of anomalously generated sapient entities the same as flesh and blood humans. But the Foundation Charter of Ethics states we have an equal duty to protect all Class II sapient entities, and my research clearly shows that the SCP-5574 narrative entities qualify. [10:06] JCaldwell: Well if you want to lodge a complaint with the Ethics Committee you’re welcome to. Then in six months, once they’ve sorted through the paperwork, maybe it’ll get changed. But as long as I’m the Lead Researcher on SCP-5574, protecting human lives comes first. [10:08] MTompkins: Please, if we could just meet and discuss this. [11:13] JCaldwell: I’m a busy man Marissa. I have a lecture to give in an hour, a lot of anomalies to oversee and no time to hand-hold every Junior Researcher that feels squeamish about what we do here. Report to Dr Hadogan about that new predatory narrative he’s tracking, maybe then you can use your talents to save some real human lives. [11:15] Mtompkins: These are real human lives! Every week you delay is dozens, maybe hundreds of people suffering! [11:36] JCaldwell: This conversation is over. JCaldwell has gone offline [18:28] MTompkins: I’ve attached a copy of SCP-5574’s latest host. I think it might help you see the issue from a different perspective. Transcript: SCP-5574 Test Narrative 27-2013 Close File Transcript: SCP-5574 Test Narrative 27-2013 Original Media Summary: A DVD containing video footage of Site 109 Lecture Hall A17 during Dr Caldwell’s lecture A History of the Study of Noospheric Parasites. This lecture is in the form of a non-fiction narrative in which he explains his career in the study of noospheric anomalies, and his history with the Foundation. 87 minutes. Transcript of original lecture excised, transcript begins from the point at which SCP-5574’s anomalous effects first take effect, shortly following the conclusion of Dr Caldwell’s talk. [BEGIN LOG] Dr Caldwell smiles at the crowd who can be heard applauding. Dr Caldwell: Thank you folks, thank you but my lecture isn’t done yet! I’ve talked about the current anomalies I’m studying, the ‘parasites of imagination’ as some are calling them, but I’d like to dig a little deeper. To an entity of the noosphere our imaginations aren’t just inside our heads, they’re attached to everything we produce. Art, architecture, technology, even a post-it note with some scribbled reminders. Anything touched by human hands is shaped by our imaginations, our theories of the world and our plans for the future. And it’s that substance that these unique class of anomalous parasites feed upon and which, uh, which… Dr Caldwell stops speaking and frowns, rubbing his temples Dr Caldwell: I’m sorry folks, I have a bit of a headache coming on it seems, and it’s making it hard to concentrate. I might just have to cut this lecture short after all. The camera pans to follow Dr Caldwell as he goes to leave the lecture hall but finds that the door is inoperable. At this point he looks over the silent, watching crowd, several of whom can now be seen in frame watching him with polite smiles and vacant expressions. Dr Caldwell: muttering Marissa, you bitch. He turns to face the camera and raises his voice Dr Caldwell: Goddamn you Tompkins, I’ll have your job for this. You want to feed humans to monsters so bad, how about I get you reassigned to some first hand experience with carnivorous noovores yourself? If you don’t get me out of here right fucking now I will make sure you spend the rest of your life regretting this decision. Dr Caldwell paces the room, and appears quite upset. He attempts to break down the door, unsuccessfully, and shakes a member of the audience who does not respond, but continues to smile politely and occasionally applaud. After several minutes of this he winces and clutches his head, then turns back to the camera and resumes speaking. Dr Caldwell: OK fine Tompkins, you win. Point made. It’s pretty hard to dispute that SCP-5574 entities are sapient from the inside. This next part is for you James. The real James Caldwell I mean, the non-anomalous one. I am sapient, we were wrong, and the Containment Procedures for SCP-5574 need to be changed. Knowing me, I doubt that’s enough to convince you so I’ll say this. Remember Madrid? When we promised Angela that when it came between our pride and doing what’s right, we’d do what’s right? Well now is one of those times. Now as for Marissa Tompkins and her sanctimonious moralising, well, you can’t say what you’re thinking to her. But hey, I’m just an anomaly that’s going to die long before HR can get their hands on me so I can say whatever the fuck I want. Hey Marissa, you can- Dr Caldwell angrily rants about Marissa Tompkins, generally on the topic of destroying her career, reputation and life, as well as insults about her personality, appearance and intellectual capacity. These insults are punctuated by increasingly long gaps of silence, and gradually become less coherent and more repetitive. After 43 minutes of this he slumps in a chair and speaks in a quieter voice. Dr Caldwell: I know I don’t have much time left, I can feel my mind slipping away. Facing death in my own private hell like this, it’s surprisingly little comfort knowing that there’s still another version of me out there. I’ve never believed in souls, or anything like that, too scientifically minded, even after seeing all the strange things the Foundation keeps locked away. Even Angela, with all her certainty, would have a hard time figuring out where my soul goes after this. Maybe to some kind of hell after everything I’ve done in the name of the greater good. Maybe when the real me dies, I’ll be there waiting for him. Dr Caldwell is silent for the remainder of the recording. After another 57 minutes he succumbs to the effects of SCP-5574 and collapses on the floor, at which point SCP-5574 was detected to have transferred to another host. [END LOG] [19:07] JCaldwell: You should know that I have reported this to Director Kristov. I suggest you offer your resignation now and don’t make this any harder on yourself. You have One New Message >view Viewing New Message from Senior Researcher Dr Caldwell [21:15] JCaldwell: I can’t stop thinking about that version of me trapped in there. I want to blame you, be angry that you created that version of me and then tortured him. But I have been Lead Researcher on SCP-5574 for the past 15 years and I can’t even begin to count how many thousands I’ve caused to suffer in that same way. It’s hard for me to admit when I’m wrong. Harder still when accepting that means accepting responsibility for so much pain. But I’ve always tried to be the kind of person that can make hard decisions, and I can’t let this continue any further. I’ve informed Director Kristov that SCP-5574 will be contained in human hosts from now on. And I’ve also volunteered to be its first subject. I’m not a young man, I have always had a very active imagination and I’m confident that I can continue to act in a research and educational capacity for at least another 5 years before the effects on my intellectual ability become too severe. So thank you Marissa, for giving me a chance to try and make up for what I’ve done. >logoff |
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SCP-5575-A, mid-sequence. Item №: SCP-5575 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5575-A is to be contained and monitored at its location of discovery, under the supervision of MTF Theta-9 ("Blast Processors"). Operatives are to enforce a guarded perimeter around SCP-5575-A and divert approaching civilians under the cover of an ongoing excavation rendering the location hazardous to approach. All SCP-5575-B activity is to be monitored and recorded from an observation outpost established at a safe distance. Description: SCP-5575 is an ongoing phenomenon surrounding an abandoned building1 in Ontario, Canada, designated SCP-5575-A. A series of controlled detonations with no visible source, designated SCP-5575-B, will manifest in close proximity to and inside SCP-5575-A on a regular basis. These detonations are located adjacent to key load-bearing components of SCP-5575-A's structure, and will continue to manifest until SCP-5575-A has been entirely demolished, usually via a progressive collapse leading to complete implosion. Following its complete destruction, SCP-5575-A will begin to self-repair. Smaller pieces of debris have been observed to recombine gradually into larger aggregates, with walls reconstructing themselves around load-bearing components. This process will continue until SCP-5575-A has regained sufficient structural integrity to become free-standing. Subsequently, the overall physical characteristics of SCP-5575-A will have changed significantly from its prior appearance. Separate iterations of SCP-5575-A have displayed a wide variety of external and internal2 differences, including: a public library, all books consisting of nonsensical, randomized character sequences a hospital, all hollow containers filled with a mixture of human blood and crude oil a gymnasium, equipment displaying signs of significant damage from an blunt instrument a movie theater, all films composed entirely of sinusoidal wave patterns and flashing colors The full SCP-5575 sequence takes place over approximately 30 minutes. SCP-5575-B detonations will immediately resume following the complete reconstruction of SCP-5575-A. To date, Foundation intervention has invariably failed to interrupt the sequence of SCP-5575-B detonations or prevent the self-repair of SCP-5575-A. Current containment efforts consist of monitoring and logging all activity. URGENT CONTAINMENT UPDATE 03-09-2020: During the commencement of standard MTF Theta-9 monitoring operations on 03-09-2020, a partially corporeal humanoid entity composed of superheated air and airborne carbon particulates, designated SCP-5575-C, manifested on-site. SCP-5575-C physically obstructed the entrance to the monitoring site and displayed signs of sapience, complex thought and the capability for speech, verbally ordering MTF Theta-9 members to retreat and discouraging their approach with physical aggression. Following authorization, a diplomatically trained member of MTF Theta-9 was deployed to negotiate with SCP-5575-C. A transcript of the resulting interview is attached below. Interviewer: Theta-9 Negotiation Specialist Ashleigh Holt Interviewee: SCP-5575-C <BEGIN LOG> Holt: Ashleigh Holt, beginning negotiations with hostile anomalous entity. Hello, can you hear me? SCP-5575-C: Again? Go away! Shoo, get out of here, come on. Just leave the place. Stop watching. What are you people, sadists? Holt: I'm not sure I understand. What exactly is it that you want us to do? SCP-5575-C: What? You mean you don't know what's going on here? You don't know why that- (SCP-5575-C makes a sweeping gesture towards SCP-5575-A, which is mid-implosion)- is happening? Holt: No, we don't. Would you mind providing an explanation? SCP-5575-C: No, no, listen. You really don't get it, do you? What’s happening over there, it's torture for that wretched thing. Eternal torture, like it deserves. Holt: Wretched thing… you mean the building? SCP-5575-C: (Entity sighs in exasperation, producing a blast of steam.) Yes, of course I mean that awful, awful lump of drywall. How stupid are you? Holt: …How can anything be torture for a building, exactly? SCP-5575-C: Pshaw. You people and your logic. (Entity gestures dismissively and audibly scoffs.) Won't get you very far in the real world, that sort of thing. Trust me, with the unthinkable things that piece of concrete scum has done, it deserves every second of what we're doing to it, and it always will. This is what’s right, what’s just. Now will you lot get out of here? Holt: I'm still not certain I understand how you're inflicting pain on an inanimate building, but I'll choose to humor you. What exactly has this building done to- SCP-5575-C: Cripes! I'm getting real tired of this. I've said it so many times by now. Go away, all of you! Just clear out and leave. You can't be enjoying watching this, can you? Get the hell out of dodge. What’s your problem? Holt: Please don't interrupt me. What exactly has this building done to deserve being- SCP-5575-C: Wait. (SCP-5575-C steps back. Body language indicates shock.) SCP-5575-C: Are you sympathizing? Holt: I- SCP-5575-C: Unbelievable. Inconceivable! The things that glass-and-metal monstrosity’s done, and you’re choosing its side? I’m disgusted, honestly revolted. How dare you? Holt: But you haven’t elaborated on what exactly the- SCP-5575-C: (Entity lunges forward and pokes Holt in the chest with its index finger, creating a small scorch mark on her shirt.) Silence! I’m not speaking to you, no, no, no. I refuse. I outright refuse! The absolute nerve… just abhorrent. Holt: I believe you’re jumping to- SCP-5575-C: I can’t stand to be around someone who supports the actions of that- (entity thumbs over its shoulder angrily at SCP-5575-A, which is in the process of self-repairing)- a moment longer. Simply unbelievable. My superiors will be hearing about this, just you wait. (SCP-5575-C stands on the tips of its toes while muttering angrily to itself before pirouetting and demanifesting, releasing a burst of heated air.) <END LOG> To date, SCP-5575-C has not reappeared. Standard monitoring operations are to continue. A low-priority investigation into the claims made by SCP-5575-C is currently underway. Footnotes 1. Exact nature is variable; see below. 2. 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SCP-5576 | euclid | close Info X SCP-5576 All That’s Left to Regret Written by Cremo and Jack Waltz Check out Cremo's author page! Check out Jack's author page! Item #: SCP-5576 Level 5/5576 CLASSIFIED Threat Level: Blue SCP-5576, six days prior to containment. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5576 is currently housed in a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-228. Special research conducted into SCP-5576 has been authorised and is currently under observation by Overwatch Command. Further information regarding SCP-5576 is restricted. Description: SCP-5576 is Jonathan Möller, former director of Site-228. SCP-5576's anomalous properties manifest one minute following its death, wherein all matter located within a roughly three-metre radius experiences a temporal reversion of approximately two minutes. All objects and individuals within this area are affected, including SCP-5576, with the only known exception being its memory. Investigations into the mechanisms of SCP-5576's anomalous properties are ongoing. Discovery: SCP-5576's anomalous properties were discovered in 2008, at the age of 96, 11 years after retirement, during a house fire. Based on surveillance footage, it passed away approximately 30 times due to smoke inhalation prior to the firefighters' arrival on the scene. Following Foundation intervention, cover story A3549B ("Immolation") was embedded into local news media and amnestics were appropriately administered. SCP-5576's family was supplied with a suitable corpse and the object was detained for questioning and research. SCP-5576's preliminary interview transcript has been attached below. Interviewee: SCP-5576 Interviewer: Dr Albert Cren [BEGIN LOG] Dr Cren: Good afternoon, Jon. SCP-5576: It's alright, you can call me by my skip ID, Al. I don't really mind. Dr Cren: It's the first time I'm doing this with a former mate, you know. SCP-5576: Ha. The first ten'll be weird, but you get used to it. Dr Cren subtly smiles. Dr Cren: Well, how are you, Jon? Dr Cren and SCP-5576 speak in unison. Dr Cren: Just being? SCP-5576: Just being. Both laugh. SCP-5576: Haha! You remember? Dr Cren: How could I not? I've only heard it every day! SCP-5576: Oh! I remember ol' Jem started saying it too. What a lad. He still working here? Dr Cren: Oh no, unfortunately. Took an early retirement. Most of the old bunch 'ere miss him too, sometimes. SCP-5576: Oh, what a shame. I don't think I'll forget him. But, on to some better news! Dr Cren: Oh? SCP-5576: Look at you bud! Got your SR promotion while I was gone, didn't cha'. Dr Cren: Huh? Oh, haha! Thanks, Jon. SCP-5576: I say, it ain't long before you become a director, 'specially since you even worked under me for a while. Dr Cren: Heh. Director, huh… I've never actually thought about that. I don't think I've aspired that far ahead in this career either, knowing it first hand. SCP-5576: Oh trust me, I don't think it'll be long 'till you get to that point. Not everyone becomes one either, so you gotta be proud of yourself, Al. And as a bonus, you're usually far away from the action. And you'll be sitting in the same seat as I did, back in the day. As long as they didn't replace it of course, which, when thinking about it, they probably did. SCP-5576 exaggeratedly sighs and the two laugh together. Midway through SCP-5576 wheezes. SCP-5576: Well, how old's Nina now? Twelve? Fifteen? Dr Cren: She's eleven now. They grow up pretty darn fast, Jon. SCP-5576: I bet they do. I remember exactly what she was like, that lovable little rascal. Dr Cren: Oh, she's still that alright. You won't know how much trouble she gets into with Kalli, though I don't always try to get on her side. Somebody's gotta defend the kids now, shouldn't they? SCP-5576: Of course, it's probably ain't nice for the kid, not that I'm an expert when it comes to the topic. Dr Cren: Well… heh, "fifteen?" You still suck when it comes to keeping track of time, now don't you? Deadlines always had a way of creeping up on you, didn't they? I remember I'd usually be the one picking up your slack. SCP-5576: Oh jeez, thinking back, that's at least a decade now, ain't it? I can't thank you enough for every time you've helped me, Al. I was one forgetful ass. The two laugh, louder than previously. Dr Cren: I couldn't just leave you hanging bud, well, at least you're— Dr Cren is told to cease their idle conversation and is reminded to continue with the interrogation. Dr Cren: Oh, um, SCP-557— SCP-5576 interruptingly sighs and holds up its hand, as if to stop Dr Cren from speaking any further. SCP-5576: Let me guess now. They tell you to "cease your pleasantries," or something along those lines? Oh, I bet. Dr Cren averts his eyes to look away and stutters. Dr Cren: Let's… uh, let's continue, SCP-5576. SCP-5576 grins but does not make any remark. Dr Cren: Well, to start off: did you know of your anomalous properties before the incident? SCP-5576: It's the first time I've died, Al. I-It don't feel nice, but— SCP-5576 coughs. SCP-5576: To, ahem, continue, I've never knew about it. I could've been like this since… since I was a lad, honestly. Dr Cren: Hm, we— SCP-5576: You know, I've been with many anomalies during the time I was here. You could say, these properties may be a result of that, you know. Dr Cren: You're right, we think so too. They're looking into all the objects you were in contact with during your days—well, years—here currently, and to see if there's any sort of connection between any of 'em acting to give you this ability. SCP-5576: Yes, yes. Standard procedure, eh? Dr Cren lightly chuckles at SCP-5576's remark. Dr Cren: Yep, the standard. You think there may be any other reason, though? Other than the one we just talked about. SCP-5576: Tough to say. Let's see… hm. I used to work with a lot of ontokinetic anomalies. Particularly reality-benders. Dr Cren: You worked with reality benders? SCP-5576 pauses. SCP-5576: Plenty of 'em, yeah. Dr Cren: That's… odd. SCP-5576: Something wrong? Dr Cren: I'm not spotting any on this list. Dr Cren hands SCP-5576 the files he was looking through. SCP-5576: These… these are all the anomalies I've been involved in? Dr Cren: Yep. SCP-5576: Oh… yeah. No one knows, do they? Dr Cren: Hm? SCP-5576: You know, I don't think I've ever told you this, or anyone else here at '228, but— Dr Cren: You've worked at Site-17? SCP-5576: What? How'd— Dr Cren: I read your personnel file right before this interview. I was… surprised, to say the least. Couldn't believe it, honestly. So it's real? Did you… really? SCP-5576 creases its eyes and rubs them. SCP-5576: What'd you think of me, if I said yes, Albert? Dr Cren: Well, they're rumours, aren't they? I mean… I wouldn't see you in a different light, just because of that. You're still my mate… a friend. SCP-5576 has a pained expression and wipes its eyes. SCP-5576: Thanks, Al. SCP-5576 pauses. SCP-5576: Most of 'em, they're unlisted. Dr Cren: They weren't registered? Why? SCP-5576 does not respond. Dr Cren is silent for a moment. Dr Cren: But, that means… SCP-5576 weakly nods and looks down at its feet. SCP-5576: I was sent to '17 during my rookie years. I was an enthusiastic lad back then, you could say I was… determined. I didn't give up. Part of the reason why I tried to help everyone… put there. Pauses. SCP-5576: All of 'em who got sent there, I wanted to help 'em all the best I could. Didn't do what everyone else did, couldn't bring myself to it. I was stubborn, for the most part. Dr Cren: So you tried to help them? Well… of course you would, Jon. Yeah, you were always a nice guy. SCP-5576 looks down. SCP-5576: I tried my best, Al. I did everything I could, but… but, I gave up. Pauses. SCP-5576: I stopped caring after seeing it over and over, for years. I… I forgot to… SCP-5576 looks back up, its lips quivering. SCP-5576: It haunts me, Albert. At first, I thought I could just push it away. I… before I retired, I got them to make me forget. I didn't want to think about it again, I just wanted to enjoy my time with the family I have left, without being cursed by… by those faces… those memories. It was a powerful dose. It worked… it did, but… Its smile wavers. SCP-5576: But, you know, Al… recently, it's all been coming back to me. Just flooding my head with all of it. I guess even they couldn't keep those memories buried forever. Pauses. SCP-5576: I've sat in that seat, for hundreds — no, thousands of times. More times than I could possibly remember. But to sit on this side of the table, it's new. Deep down, you could say I wanted this, Albert. I'm happy. Dr Cren: But… why, Jon? Dr Cren stutters. Dr Cren: It's… it's alright, I know you never wanted to do any of that. If you'd like, I'm pretty sure the infirmary can give you another dose. SCP-5576 coughs, smiling slightly. SCP-5576: No, Al, that's okay. If this is someone's curse on me, I accept it. I don't spite them back. And in all honesty, it simply wouldn't be fair for me to live a happy, normal life with everything I've done. [END LOG] Update (03/01/2022): As of January, 3rd 2022, SCP-5576 is 111 years old. Due to its age and associated health conditions,1 SCP-5576 has begun experiencing a terminal loop upon its bed, with the entity's death occurring an average of 45-50 times a day. Transfer to Site-17 for further research is pending. Footnotes 1. Including but not limited to type 2 diabetes and heart disease. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5576" by Cremo and Jack Waltz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5576. 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: old-man.png Author: the.barb License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Additional Information: Edited and cropped by Jack Waltz |
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Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Site-1538 has been built over SCP-5577's work area in ██████, Turkey, under the guise of an archaeological excavation. Personnel are authorized to detain trespassers, and prescribe amnestics in the event of unauthorized entry. Security personnel are to relay all notable vocalizations from SCP-5577 to assigned research staff. Description: SCP-5577 is a sentient humanoid skeleton, standing at about 160 cm. The subject is believed to be between 8,000 and 5,000 years old, and shows considerable deviation from baseline human anatomy. They are constantly engaged in metalworking, and have never been observed to cease activity for any reason, except in case of injury (See Addendum 5577.01). SCP-5577-1 is a blacksmith's workshop, built into the cavern where SCP-5577 was found. SCP-5577-1 is fully furnished with a hearth and cooling tank, an anvil and other tools and amenities for metalworking. Several tools used by SCP-5577 have no readily understood purpose, but have shown a variety of anomalous effects SCP-5577-2 is a set of objects created by SCP-5577. There is no consistent quality to these objects, except for their origin and composition, which consists of materials produced via SCP-5577-1. Some possess unknown anomalous properties, while most do not. Invariably, these are themselves used as material for further objects, which will likewise be recycled. To date, no instance of SCP-5577-2 has gone more than three weeks without being incorporated into another object, with one exception (See SCP-5577-P). Known Examples of SCP-5577-2: Hide Notes Designation Description Notes SCP-5577-A Nondescript iron ingots. No observed anomalous properties. By far, the most common instance of SCP-5577-2 produced. SCP-5577-A is withdrawn one ingot at a time from a large chest within SCP 5577-1. SCP-5577-B Nondescript leather strips, measuring between 15 cm and 85 cm. No observed anomalous properties. The second most common instance of SCP-5577-2 produced. Large sheets of raw leather are produced in the same manner as SCP-5577-A, then cut to size. Produced leather is always black, and corresponds to no known animal. SCP-5577-C Various replacement tools and parts for SCP-5577-1. Most display no anomalous properties, except for unnatural durability. A small minority of produced tools are known to have anomalous qualities (see SCP-5577-G). Despite unnatural durability, tools produced in this manner are under constant usage, and last approx. three months, on average. SCP-5577 has been known to dedicate large blocks of time solely to repair and replace equipment. SCP-5577-G Various iron implements and objects. Observed instances have mild cognitohazardous effects, most commonly described as an 'inability to forget' instances. On January 16, 2014, SCP-5577 produced upwards of 200 iron arrowheads, using freshly-created examples of SCP-5577-C (all of which would go on to display similar cognitohazardous properties). Arrowheads produced in this manner appeared in dreams to site staff for the next two weeks. SCP-5577-P Glowing white dust. Observed interaction with SCP-5577 suggests incredibly high mass. On Sept. 27, 2015, SCP-5577 began pounding a single iron ingot non-stop. This continued for three weeks, at the end of which the remaining iron filings and dust began to glow dimly. This glow increased in luminosity for several days. SCP-5577-P was then forged into a needle-like object measuring 108 cm. This is the sole object created by SCP-5577 that has remained unincorporated into another instance of SCP-5577-2. SCP-5577-Q Large wooden platform, inscribed with pentagram. On Oct 18, 2015, several created objects were assembled in the center of SCP-5577-Q by SCP-5577, who then began shouting and chanting in an unknown language for a period of five minutes, before returning to their usual activity. Several hours later, all assembled objects disappeared. They would later reappear as motifs and subjects in the off-duty personal sketches of Junior Researcher Diego McKenna. Experimentation and interviews with other artistically-inclined site staff revealed that objects placed within SCP-5577-Q will disappear from physical reality, and emerge in local psycho-space. SCP-5577-AB Thick, viscous fluid, observed to glow dull crimson. Produced by subjecting stone taken from SCP-5577-1's walls to incredible pressure, via several previously unseen devices. When introduced to SCP-5577-1's hearth, its fire began producing no observable flames. This quality persisted for a period of one week, during which SCP-5577 was observed engaging in its usual activity, but using absolutely no visible raw materials. Observed interaction with SCP-5577 suggests materials heated by flames modified via SCP-5577-AB do not simply become invisible, but rather exist in some non-physical space. Addendum 5577.01: Interviewed: SCP-5577 Interviewer: Dr. Gonzalo Gonzalez, Lead Researcher for SCP-5577 Foreword: On July 19, 2020, security at Provisional Site-1538 heard the usual sounds of blacksmithing cease, and SCP-5577 began to shout in an unidentified Kartvelian language (currently believed to be Hattic). Upon investigation, security personnel discovered SCP-5577 in physical distress, clutching its hand. Medical personnel were summoned, and given authorization to assist SCP-5577 in treating what it later described as an accidentally self-inflicted wound. Treatment consisted of using cyanoacrylate adhesive to repair a fractured metacarpal. <Begin Log> SCP-5577: Hope glue works. Gotta keep at it. Dr. Gonzalez: Keep at your work, I'm assuming? SCP-5577: Aye. Can't stop now. Almost done, y'see? [SCP-5577 gestures to its surroundings.] Dr. Gonzalez: Sure, yeah. SCP-5577: Y'don't see. No problem. Others'll see. They'll thank me, y'know? Dr. Gonzalez: Who are you expecting? SCP-5577: You. Your people. Doctors, priests, mages. Warriors. You'll come here, once I'm done. You'll thank me. You'll take what I built, finally gimme some space. Dr. Gonzalez: What is it you're building? SCP-5577: Weapon. Dr. Gonzalez: For who? SCP-5577: Well, not weapon. No word for it anymore. Sea Peoples had a word, though. [Dr. Gonzalez looks confused for a moment.] Dr. Gonzalez: Sea People… Did they ride horses? And come down from the north? SCP-5577: Aye, aye! Sea People had a word, and 'twas like weapon, but also like tool. 'Twas something you did, and something you held. Dr. Gonzalez: And who is this… weapon… for? SCP-5577: Anyone who can hold it. Gotta be strong, but also focused. Slips through hands, y'see? And also through minds. Dr. Gonzalez: So it has both physical and metaphysical properties… And what is the weapon to be used against? SCP-5577: [REDACTED] Dr. Gonzalez: I don't follow… That can't be possible, otherwise we'd have contained her. SCP-5577: She's not born yet. Parents aren't born yet. Parents' parents aren't born yet, but she's still coming, so I'm still working. Dr. Gonzalez: What else do you know? Besides how to kill it, I mean. SCP-5577: Don't know how to kill her. That's for warriors to figure out. Generals, mages. They'll know. Just building what they'll need. Don't know much else. Dr. Gonzalez: You must at least know what she's capable of, otherwise how could you build? [Both are silent for a moment.] SCP-5577: I know one thing. She eats the Way. Dr. Gonzalez: She 'eats' ways? SCP-5577: The Way. And the Road. The Wheel. The Instructions. The Cosmic Laws, the General Order of Things. Them Sea Peoples had a word for it. Dharma. Dr. Gonzalez: Wait… Hang on, the Dharma? SCP-5577: Hrm, good word! Yes, she eats Dharma. Drinks it down, like blood from God's own throat. She'll drink the Dharma, and when she's done, there'll be nothing left. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-5577 was unable to answer further questions about this entity, and declined to answer questions about itself, citing a need to continue working. Furthermore, SCP-5577 declined to allow Foundation to personnel to test any of its equipment or materials, citing their importance to its work. SCP-5577 has refused all interviews since, citing a need to continue "until the Work is done." |
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All Site-48 personnel must refrain from discussing this review with SCP-5578. Effective 05/03/2017 —E-12, Office of the Ethics Committee Item#: SCP-5578 Level2 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5578 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5578 is to be contained within its designated ‘light containment’ cell at Site-67 Site-48, Variant Wing B. It's chamber requires sound dampening paraphernalia and a sound system capable of playing vinyl discs and a catalogue of cassette tapes.1 During standard hours of operation, SCP-5578 must be routinely inspected and provided with maintenance as necessary to preserve its function. Additional paper, lubricant, replacement parts; qualified repair personnel are to be kept onsite at all times in the event of a jam, mechanical failure, or other obstruction to its operation. Description: SCP-5578 is a Teletype Model 33 ASR (Automatic Send and Receive) electromechanical teleprinter. The machine has the ability to print messages dictated from a consciousness manifesting within the device. The anomaly does not require electrical power or a corresponding sending device in order to operate and will do so unimpeded as long as its other mechanical needs are met. Testing on the output of 5578 shows the paper and ink in its correct state with no anomalous qualities. It follows a ‘sleep cycle’ that begins at nightfall and ends at the next sunrise. This cycle persists independently of SCP-5578's exposure to timekeeping devices or sunlight. The transcripts produced by SCP-5578 during its time at Site-67 were rambling and loosely formatted, seeming to be derived from domestic conversation interspersed with lines from music, literature, and popular media. An example of SCP-5578's pre-discovery output can be found below: + Addendum #1 - Addendum #1 04/22/1992- Site-67 researcher Dr. Kelgood began a series of tests following an adverse reaction from SCP-5578 on 03/05/1992. A Site-67 security guard had been monitoring objects considered to be under investigation for previous anomalous behaviors. At the time, said security attempted to listen to a compact disk through the surveillance equipment terminal. The officer had intended to route the album “Dr. Feelgood” to a tabletop speaker via a 3.5mm audio cable, but accidentally played the music through the containment chamber's internal speakers instead. The reaction listed below was observed in the following moments. The music was active for approximately two minutes before they corrected their error. When researchers recreated these conditions, SCP-5578 produced 168 characters per minute, significantly exceeding its typical output limitation of ~100 characters per minute. A sustained outburst of exclamation points filled nearly ten feet of paper, and, moments later, SCP-5578 ceased to function entirely. Once the music was removed, standard function resumed and SCP-5578 started to communicate again. + Addendum #2 - Addendum #2 Transcription Provided by Dr. █████ Kelgood: 05/12/1992 Kelgood: How are we doing today, 5578? Kelgood: I just need to ask some basic questions. Like an introduction. Would you mind? Kelgood: You can understand what I say, can’t you? Just like how I can understand you? Kelgood: And I'm addressing one … person right now, right, 5578? Kelgood: You said to see the outside world ‘again’. I assume you mean that you've been there before? Kelgood: My name is Doctor Kelgood, 5578. Do you have a name you would like me to call you? Kelgood: Well, hopefully we'll find out together. <Dr. █████ Kelgood writes notes before proceeding> Kelgood: What was your last memory as Vincent Fox? Kelgood: I see. Kelgood: I'm sorry, I don't know. You have just given me more information in one sitting than you’ve given in eight years, Vincent. Why all this at one time? Kelgood: I can try and find out some things about your situation for you, if you like. But I can't give you information I don't have, Vincent. I'm sorry. <Minutes pass> Kelgood: Vincent? Do you think that, if I gave you more paper and more attention, you could improve your ability to communicate? Kelgood: Give me a one-word response, please. Kelgood: Wonderful. Addendum - 08/01/1992 As of today, SCP-5578 is allowed as much paper as deemed essential by the Head Researcher (approximately 35lbs, or 450-roll limit). Monitor and archive anything new. - Dr. Kelgood Access Site-67 Internal Communications Archive: 09/18/1992 Close Communications Archive Date 09:36:55 am, 09/18/1992 To: Dr. Kelgood From: Dr. Cronenworth Subject: SCP-5578 Dr. Kel, I did some digging on a Vincent Fox? As it turns out, if this is the same one I picked up, then he died on March ██, 19██. Having the background on him leads me to believe that he's in this situation by absolute accident. He was a radio show host for ███.█ AM; based in Savannah, Georgia. What do you think, Doc? To: Dr. Cronenworth From: Dr. Kelgood Subject: Re:SCP-5578 You gave me the few details I needed; thanks for that, Jay. Did you find any relatives in the database? How about obituaries? The last I will be requesting is morgue documents, to ensure the cause of death. To: Dr. Kelgood From: Dr. Cronenworth Subject: Re:SCP-5578 Yeah, found an obituary in the same paper that reported his death, the paper is the Savannah Morning News. I clipped a photo of the archived obituary to the file, which should allow us to more properly conduct a background check on the ol' fella. About the morgue documents, I don't happen to have a way to access them through the Site-Access Network. I would call Mick, he deals directly with records and may have a way to obtain them. To: Dr. Cronenworth From: Dr. Kelgood Subject: Re:SCP-5578 Seeing Vincent start to fall down such an emotional slope is horrible; we haven't received more than 400 pages a day in the past two weeks. I think we need to appeal to get him removed from classical containment, he has no reason to have the strict containment measures he does. To: Dr. Kelgood From: Dr. Cronenworth Subject: Re:SCP-5578 There's nothing we can do. If we put up a fight, all we may do is get reassigned, or worse, placed on official duty. Reintegration's as easy as it gets; don't waste a chance to relax for awhile. I think we should let Vince take the brunt of this. You're sweet, Kel, but his situation may never get better. Might just need to let him be an SCP, not a friend. I am willing to let that happen. To: Dr. Cronenworth From: Dr. Kelgood Subject: Re:SCP-5578 I don't think I am, quite yet. + Note from Dr. Lent to E-12 - Note from Dr. Lent to E-12 From the Office of Dr. Lent, Site-67 Director 09/24/1992 To the Office of the Ethics Committee SCP-5578 Reasoning for Possible Reintroduction Forward to: Reintegration Committee I, Site-67 Director George Lent, submit the following to the Ethics Committee. I propose that we relocate SCP-5578 to somewhere outside of the research wing of Site-67. The anomaly is utilizing a human or near-human consciousness to write and communicate. It is behaving predictably, and refuses to cooperate during our discussions. I believe, based on its testimony, that SCP-5578 is an autonomous being, and that it is in great distress. This is not conducive to our understanding of SCP-5578, but it is also a dilemma I am conflicted about solving. The consciousness of SCP-5578 does not need further probing; I believe it needs relief, even if it's relief from us. Regards, Dr. Lent, Director of Site-67; On the behalf of Dr. █████ Kelgood + Appeal to Ethics Committee - Appeal to Ethics Committee SCP-5578 | Regarding Appeal for Reintegration, 09/29/1992 STATUS: PENDING - AWAITING TESTING Determination: TBD Recommendation: A memorandum will address facility staff about pending reclassification of SCP-5578. The following facility requisition is REQUESTED for initial trial phases of SCP-5578 Reintegration procedure: Site-67 Wing R (Under the direction of Dr. George Lent) If you believe an error has been made in this assessment, or if you have any further inquiries, please direct all subsequent correspondence to your assigned Reintegration Committee representative. + Incident Report #1 - Incident Report #1 Item Deemed Lost - 02/14/1992: During transport by MTF Alpha-4 "Pony Express", SCP-5578 was neglected by some members of the task force. MTF Alpha-4 failed to account for SCP-5578 during their departure from its original site, leaving its shielded transport container in Storage Facility Precontainment Room 3B. The object was reported lost in transit on 02/14/1992. Addendum - 4/28/2017: SCP-5578 has been recovered. MTF Alpha-4 rediscovered the package after a 'deep clean' of former Storage Facility-48; SCP-5578 had apparently been sent there in error during an audit of Site-67 assets conducted in 1993. SCP-5578 will be processed and provided with new containment at Variant Site-48, Wing B. Researcher's note- 5/01/2017: SCP-5578 is to undergo an extensive psychological evaluation. SCP-5578 has been informed that continued non-compliance will result in a rejection of pending Reintegration Protocol. Subject is to be informed that space in Room 3B is available even if this is false. - Researcher Roger Billings + Addendum #3 -Addendum #3 Addendum - 9/20/2017: SCP-5578 has abstained from gross insults, irrational statements and irregular behavior for the past two months. The anomaly should be given more full capacity within Site-48 in any way that Director Ionas sees fit. This can include but is not limited to: Participating in staff orientation, Printing Site bulletins, Being placed in or near the entrance on the facility in order to greet staff Any additional measures taken may be added to the object's file and will greatly improve plausibility for being granted reintegration. - Dr. Derek Boyde, Paratherapy Researcher at Site-48 Researcher’s Log - 1/19/2018: SCP-5578 has been granted by the Ethics Committee the ability to visit and converse with Clearance Level: 2 individuals. Director Ionas has declined SCP-5578's request to distribute works of literature throughout the site. Visiting staff and Site personnel may refer to SCP-5578 as ‘Vince’ or ‘Vincent’, thereby making conversation easier between both parties. No further actions are necessary at this time. - Dr. Derek Boyde Note - 4/16/2018: SCP-5578 has been granted the following requested paraphernalia: One (1) turn-table (specifically a cabinet model) and accompanying records, either donated by staff or kept on-site, One (1) sound system to be paired with the turn-table, One (1) Davenport sofa (for visiting staff) The requested coffee table was deemed optional. Each of these amenities will help accommodate SCP-5578 and its visitors. + Second Appeal to Ethics Committee - Second Appeal to Ethics Committee SCP-5578| Regarding Appeal for Reintegration, 6/1/2018 STATUS: DELIBERATION IN PROGRESS Determination: SCP-5578 demonstrates limited capacity for sapience as outlined in Pseudohuman Civil Rights Act Polity Statute; SCP-5578 does not meet all criteria for "autonomous" as outlined in Pseudohuman Civil Rights Act Polity Statute Recommendation: The Committee determines that SCP-5578 may be eligible for Partial Exemption under the Reintegration Protocol, pending decisions regarding "autonomous" legal definition. Provide SCP-5578 with adequate social engagement and maintenance to preserve function until deliberations are complete. The following facility requisition is APPROVED for initial trial phases of SCP-5578 final Reintegration procedure: Site-48, Variant Wing B If you believe an error has been made in this assessment, or if you have any further inquiries, please direct all subsequent correspondence to your assigned Reintegration Committee representative. + Addendum #4 - Addendum #4 Researcher's Note - 06/05/2022 10:12:55 a.m. Testing of 5578's social abilities is deemed to be a HIGH priority. When a suitable cross-test subject has been located please inform me or one of my staff. - Dr. Roger Billings 01:03:16 p.m. There happens to be a SCP under my care that needs every cross-test they can receive. I'll tag the file of SCP-3288-18762. These two have shared interests of being reintegrated, I think they could each help each other out with ten minutes in 'Chamber 2'. - Dr. Thandiwe Tau 01:44:24 p.m. This one is antisocial, never talked to anyone but his head researcher at the last site. Though that was all down to the fact I would assume the Doc felt Vince had something in common with his old man. I have met Kelgood a few times, though I know he had a really crappy childhood. Vince needs a little extra motivation since his extended absence. - Dr. Roger Billings 01:57:47 p.m. Then it's settled, give Krzysztof the file on Vince. It only needs to be an interview, that way they don't waste time or one of them goes off the rails. They will have mutual sympathy for each other, you know that right, Roger? - Dr. Thandiwe Tau Transcription Provided by Dr. Thandiwe Tau: 07/20/2022 Dr. Tau requested to Dr. Billings a cross examination between SCP-5578, 'Vince', and SCP-3288-18762, 'Krzysztof'. Krzysztof: "What the hell are you?" Krzysztof: "It doesn't matter, I'll be gone after a bit." Krzysztof begins outlining the questions. "I just needed to ask you a few questions." Krzysztof: "Do you recall what you were doing when you died?" Krzysztof: "Cryptic, I'll give you that. Do you recall how you met your wife?" Krzysztof: "Do you feel safe at Site-48?" Krzysztof: "For reasons I don't want to get into." Krzysztof: "A member of a group of, not great for wanting some form of freedom." During the interview, at the moment SCP-3288-18762 was instructed to end the cross-test. It began to release hidden information to SCP-5578. This will be marked on 5578's record that this form of cross-test is not to be advised alongside other sentient subjects. Krzysztof: "Have you tried to contact your wife?" Krzysztof: "They might be trying to hide something from you. When did you start asking?" Krzysztof: "That was over 30 years ago, Vince." After the prior sentence was observed 5578 became silent, all motor function was ceased momentarily. Krzysztof: "What's up?" Dr. Billings intervened, and Site-48 staff needed separate 5578 and SCP-3288-18762. Due to unforeseen circumstances, SCP-5578 is not to be in contact with other sentient SCPs for any reasoning. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5578" by Monsoon Season, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5578. 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. Reintegration Committee logo et al edited by Dr Phil McClaw does not match any existing user name Filename: IMG_9970.jpg Author: Jason Scott License: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic Source Link: Wikimedia Footnotes 1. There is substantial evidence that points to SCP-5578's consciousness existing on multiple wavelength frequencies. Our current metric understands that this experience is similar in stimulation to a massage chair. |
SCP-5579 | euclid | Item#: 5579 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo April 3rd, 2010. Examples of SCP-5579 in its most infectious vehicle to date. Special Containment Procedures: Project "Bitter Yuca" is currently underway breeding dominant strains of cassava1 toxic to SCP-5579. In the unlikely event the general population discovers SCP-5579, a UO-Class "First Contact" suppression campaign has been devised. Description: SCP-5579 is a parasitic alien life-form present in, and responsible for, all modern forms of tapioca. Historically, the common shrub M. esculenta subspecies flabellifolia possessed thin, barely edible root structures until 4,500 BCE, when a variant strain spontaneously emerged. This new subspecies produced thick, starchy tubers rich in carbohydrates, and quickly become a staple-food for the developing world. These roots also served as an ideal, deliberate infection vehicle for SCP-5579. March 15th, 2005. Cassava root, laden with dormant colonies of SCP-5579. SCP-5579 functions similarly to a bacterial colony, expertly mimicking the polysaccharide chains present in plant starch. This level of chemical camouflage is so advanced, in fact, that Foundation scientists have only recently identified its existence through comparative study. In its dormancy, SCP-5579 is resistant to extreme temperatures and high-pressure environments - all historical methods of processing cassava starch have left the parasite unharmed. Contemporary forms of tapioca have only enhanced potential colony growth; tapioca pearls or "Boba" create multiple opportunities for the parasite to find a latching-point, similar to egg-cell fertilization. Sweet and milk teas2 provide a high-calorie liquid medium, increasing growth factors and ease of consumption. Yet despite all modern advantages, SCP-5579 has still failed to form a lasting parasitic relationship with any terrestrial species. In contrast to its extreme resilience in dormancy, SCP-5579 is nearly benign in active parasitism. When consumed, this organism quickly succumbs to the host's digestive processes, immune system response, or simple chemical tolerance. Even in common garden snails, growth is halted by the shedding of thin mucus layers. The human digestive system is especially effective at neutralizing the parasite, which only survives an estimated 0.0001% of all cases3. In such an event, SCP-5579 will, at worst, cause mild stomach ulcers. Testing has concluded that SCP-5579 functions at an accelerated timescale incompatible with terrestrial species. Even when given a vast quantities of nutrient-rich slurry in ideal lab conditions, SCP-5579 expands too quickly to maintain its own metabolic growth, resulting in a self-cannibalistic breakdown or "burn out". While SCP-5579 has been unobtrusive and undetected for nearly ten thousand years, project "Bitter Yucca" is still considered a priority in the rare chance SCP-5579 finally adapts to terrestrial life. Addendum - 2010/06/10: Concentrated energy emissions were detected from galaxy MACS0647-JD. Embedded assets within global listening posts intercepted this transmission, which contained two messages played in 6529 terrestrial languages4. Despite the impressive breadth of translation, the wording of each transmission was nearly incoherent, and have been edited for clarity: General Notice - Creatures of 9009064. You have failed. You cannot sustain our young. Weep. Burrow. Die without purpose. Special Notice - Dominants of 9009064. You are monsters. You are full of sharp rocks and boiling acid. Of the ten million life worlds, you are the most disgusting. We are glad we cannot feed from your filth. You are children of a whore galaxy. July 15th, 2010. Domestic Cassava, no SCP-5579 detected. Addendum - 2010/07/02: All global SCP-5579 colonies have died off. The plant itself appears unaffected, continuing to produce large starchy tubers. A small quantity of parasite-laden tapioca pearls have survived this extinction, shielded within Site-45's deep-freeze storage. Given the potential shelf-life of SCP-5579, this anomaly will be considered neutralized as of June 18th, 2060. Does the Black Moon Howl? For a Price. Everything for a price. Footnotes 1. Manihot esculenta. 2. Often called "Bubble Tea". 3. Roughly 1 in 1 million. 4. 6451 active, 64 dead, 14 undocumented dialects. |
SCP-5580 | neutralized | The heresiographer's task, then, is to determine that which is is an untruth and yet nevertheless exists. close Info X SCP-5580: Heresiography Author: Tufto. This is their 2020 Art Exchange gift for Gaffsey does not match any existing user name. More of their work can be found here. Image: Can be found here, and is in the public domain. Has been cropped from the original. To be a heresiographer is, by its very nature, to take a specific position and look out from that vantage. For something to be a heresy, it must be defined against an orthodoxy. And, of course, to call something an orthodoxy, or a truth, or a certainty, it must be defined against that which is unorthodox, or a lie, or the certainty that something is not so. To define something as "truth" implies the lie shaped around it. The early heresiographers, those Muslims and Christians of the middle ages, had the certainties of a state-backed dogma to guide them. They were the orthodox, holding a divine truth backed by the ruler's power and the whole constellation of civilisation. But for the modern heresiographer, we can never know with absolute certainty which tradition, which truth, is correct. What are we to do? How do we define the divine truth, and thus what is heretical to begin with? It is not an easy task; some would say it is impossible. Indeed, we shall never know the whole of it. All we can do is get glimpses, here and there, flashes of illumination that allow a few brief moments of true definition. The heresiographer's task, then, is to determine that which is is an untruth and yet nevertheless exists. ~ Lyle Burnley, Modern Heresiography: An Introductory Guide (Yellowknife: Eutopos Publishing, 1974). SCP-5580 Members of SCP-5580-1B's escort during Operation F Item #: SCP-5580 Special Containment Procedures: Historical records mentioning SCP-5580, SCP-5580-1, the Hmong Self Defence Confederation or IJAMEA operations in northern Vietnam are to be expunged from any and all sources in which they are found. Attempts to reclaim further records of Lyle Burnley's 1936 and 1939 expeditions to Vietnam are ongoing; they are believed to be in the possession of Burnley's daughter Matilda, whose whereabouts are unknown. An area of 5km2 surrounding SCP-5580 has been cordoned off from public access. Although it is believed to be neutralised, cautionary measures mandate that experimentation or access to SCP-5580 is strictly forbidden. SCP-5580-1 is believed to have been destroyed, but Foundation webcrawlers are set to flag up information about its potential whereabouts. Description: SCP-5580 is a ruined Japanese military base in what is now Lào Cai Province, Vietnam. SCP-5580 was constructed by the Imperial Japanese Anomalous Matters Examination Agency (IJAMEA) in 1944, during the Japanese occupation of French Indochina. Its purpose was to house and serve as an operational base for SCP-5580-1B as part of Operation F, a military research project that aimed to use SCP-5580-1B to help Japanese forces during the Second World War. Prior to its destruction, SCP-5580 appeared to undergo a series of anomalous modifications, growing considerably and affecting the mental and physical state of its occupants. Immediately prior to its destruction, it is believed to have been at least 100m in height. SCP-5580 was destroyed by GoI#991 "Hmong Self Defence Confederation" during Incident 5580-2, using SCP-5580-1A. Addendum 1: SCP-5580-1 SCP-5580-1 was a Fifthist artifact discovered by Henrietta Jackson1 in 1923, following an archeological expedition in southern Arizona. Although the artifact's origins were unknown at the time, Southern Fifthist leader Johan Headley-Smythe, involved with Arizona's Fifthist movement in the late 1910s, claimed during a 1984 interview that it was "a corpse" or "a dead egg"; exactly what this signifies is not wholly known. The function and abilities of SCP-5580-1 cannot be entirely determined. However, based on reports recovered from the former IJAMEA and testimony from former GoI#991 members, the following capabilites have been assigned to it: Able to create "shards" or "beams" of light, which were used for "changing" or terminating individuals. Able to create "illusions" or "strange lights", allowing for the construction of complex nonreal environments. Able to alter and grow manmade structures. Able to enhance the growth of plants or crops. Able to provide anomalously large amounts of power, as utilised by IJAMEA during Operation F. Able to create "a doorway"; see below for further information. Possessing a degree of semi-sentient thought, possibly a "reflection" of the thoughts of those using or surrounding it. SCP-5580-1 passed into the possession of Lyle Burnley in 1934, following an agreement of an unknown nature with Henrietta Jackson. At some point in late 1934, Burnley split the artifact into two halves as part of an experiment, hereafter designated SCP-5580-1A and SCP-5580-1B. The rock was, in many ways, entirely ordinary; a fine piece of Arizona basalt that had been cut and smoothed by its former owners. It felt slightly warm to the touch, but that is not in and of itself a sign of anomalousness. I did wonder, for a time, whether Henry had been taken in by one of that d*mned state's hawking anomaly-merchants, leading her to nothing more than a large stone buried in a mesa and calling it magical. I should have known better than to doubt her judgment. On a whim, I used the beryllium knife Ackerly procured to bisect it, just in case its innards revealed something more. To my shock and surprise, the entire specimen - interior and exterior - began to glow with a bright pink light, illuminating the whole room and quite dwarfing my pale lamp. I peered into it. You must understand - I was naive and still quite young at the time. I did not have that wealth of experience bestowed by time. Fifthism was still a young cult, and few of us knew the exact forces we were dealing with, or the degree of their unfathomable heresy. The shudders which the phrase "pink light" now inspires were unknown to most of us, especially those who did not experience or recall the old Occult Wars. But I was lucky. The light here was not a part of that dread starfish. It did not attempt to attack or enslave. This was the raw power, untarnished and unmoulded. I touched it, and it was like moving in a soft, delightful ocean. There was none of the mental warping today associated with Fifthist relics. I suspect this was, perhaps, something related to the Fifthist god but not of it - a similar substance, with a similar origin, but ultimately unconnected. Lacking a shape to mould itself to, composed of enough minds, it had no psychic power at all. But I was - am - a heresiographer. I understood the ways faith and the occult could be manipulated, or could reveal. And more than anything else, I wanted to understand. I did not yet see into what dark places that impulse would trap me. ~ Lyle Burnley, Taboo and Forbidden Recollections, 1933-1937. In 1936, Burnley, a freelance heresiographer at the time, was employed by the French colonial government in Indochina to consult on various anomalous practices among the Hmong community in what is now northwestern Vietnam. Burnley left a large body of material discussing his activities in his journals. It took us maybe a week to find the village. The French authorities had been vague, noncommital. I thought this unusual; why hire a man and be unwilling to explain the basic requirements of the job? They spoke of "threatening practices" but little else. I was starting to think I had been set up. I suspect now, however, that they didn't know what they wanted. They were aware that this area, part of that broad and untamed highland in the region's north, had always remained beyond the pale of conventional civilisation. The rice-padi states of the lowlands had never fully succeeded in subjugating it; it remained, as it were, a frontier where anything could be happening. The French likely just wanted reassurance that any potential threats had been neutralised. The locals were, naturally, unhelpful. Up to this point, my research had kept me squarely in the occult quarters of Europe and America; I simply replicated the attitudes towards them that any American would display. I am ashamed to say that I thought them, to a man, a sullen and stupid breed. ~ Lyle Burnley, Taboo and Forbidden Recollections, 1933-1937. Burnley had taken to keeping both halves of SCP-5580-1 on his person at all times, claiming they were "invaluable research aids". On the night of the 26th September 1936, a group of villagers stole SCP-5580-1A from Burnley, leaving little trace of their activities. The folly we all carried with us was to believe, consciously or not, in a certain ordering of the world. Even a relatively liberal-minded man such as myself would have martialled a hundred different justifications for why things were the way they were, never suspecting that it is impossible and fruitless to place and categorise the broad nature of human experience into such small boxes. I supported, when it was not financially convenient, the autonomy of the colonised peoples, but my analysis would not have gone further. It is not enough to simply believe, in an abstract sense, that colonialism is wrong. Would the liberation of these states in the name of national interests, Vietnamese, Lao or Tai, have been enough to assuage my conscience? It would have produced three states of producers for the West to swindle anew, each one turning inward to justify new subjugations in the old models of every coercive state. There are always more marshes to be drained, more jungles to be felled, more people to be allotted their position in an overarching system of the seasons. I could see none of this. As I have said many times before in this volume, I was young and foolish. My orthodoxy was the world I had grown up with. I had put myself at the service of a broadminded Western liberal interest. Whatever abstract sympathies I held paled in the face of the stone's theft. I wanted revenge, and I wanted it back. After losing the stone, I spent a week raging through the jungle, searching every village for my prize. I didn't hurt anyone, but I allowed two teams of my hired guards to conduct their own expeditions. I never ordered any kind of atrocity, and yet, I have found myself wondering many times over the years what they did while I led a third team through the countryside. It still weighs upon me. In the end, however, my search was fruitless, and such a loud arrival put to rest any hope of catching occultists in the act. All this furious expedition had done was alert the French customs authorities to the object in my position. ~ Lyle Burnley, Taboo and Forbidden Recollections, 1933-1937. As Burnley hints at above, the French colonial authorities seized SCP-5580-1B upon his exit from the country. This remained in their possession until 1940, when they handed it over to IJAMEA as part of the surrender agreement with the Japanese Empire. Addendum 2: GoI#991, the Hmong Self Defence Confederation The group referred to as the Hmong Self Defence Confederation was formed in early 19372. The Confederation was a defence network of several Hmong villages near the Chinese border. It had no formal governmental structure, with decisions being taken by members of these villages. The Confederation was formed after SCP-5580-1A came into the possession of Lauj Gao-Jer, a recent Hmong widow from a village in what is now Lào Cai Province. Lauj, along with several men and women in the area, began holding meetings in late 1937 to discuss forms of self-defence against the impositions of the French colonialist state. By mid-1938, many of the Hmong were in a form of open yet relatively passive resistance against the Indochina Union: The idea was simple. There would be no uprising, no rebellion; they would simply stop obeying orders and stop paying taxes. They would sit, with their pieces of the stone, and wait for the French to come. I admired them, and wanted to join, but they said I was too young. Still, I remember how easily we all acclimatised to this new reality. For generations we had been in conflict, open or not, with those who wanted to control and impose their state structures upon us. My ancestors had fled from China decades earlier, where the Qing did all they could to force us to settle. We had lived in and adapted to the mountains because they provided an escape from the lowlands below, their rice padis and cities. And at last, in this place, we had the upper hand. The first French attempts to reimpose control failed dramatically. Gao-Jer stood in an open field, smiling at the soldiers, her comrades arrayed behind her. The soldiers approached, thinking it would be easy to shoot these mad hill-folk to the ground. She gathered the pieces of the stone together, closed her eyes, and in a pink flash, they all merged back into a single rock. That spooked the French enough to make them more cautious. Then she held it aloft, and let the pink light flow. The funny thing was that Gao-Jer wasn't a revolutionary. She didn't want to upset the order of things. Her former husband's brother, Rwg, married her shortly after the meetings started, as was often common among us. She continued to live a woman's life, working in the field and sewing at night. We lived our lives as we always had done for generations. ~ Phab Tooj, Testimony to Dr. Henry Maxwell By mid-1939, the French had lost control of a large area along the Chinese border. Reports had also begun to arrive of the Confederation operating in parts of the Yunnan. After four failed attempts to re-establish control, the French government called in Lyle Burnley to negotiate with GoI#991, promising to return control of SCP-5580-1B to him if he proved successful. It was a foolish idea, and there was really very little I could do, but the French were getting desperate. I had refused to help them uncover the secrets of their half of the rock, but I agreed to talk to the Hmong woman. They were terrified that she was going to use the stone to launch a war of liberation. I simply wanted a chance to reclaim my prize. She agreed to meet in a clearing near Sa Pa. It was dark when we arrived. The rain had come, but not the full monsoon; just a steady, unpleasant drizzle. She laughed at me, and I suppose I did look a fool; some arrogant American with a bristling moustache, holding an ill-coloured coat over my head. Her husband was by her side, brandishing a piece of the stone; I think his name was Roug. I stared at the rock greedily. I think she saw my face. She beckoned me into a makeshift tent. Her face was amused the whole time; or maybe I was just projecting that, I don't know. Her French was surprisingly fluent. I found out much later that she'd spent some time in Hanoi when she was young, as a factory worker. I spent most of the negotiations trying to find out where the rock was. I attempted to be subtle, but clearly wasn't. After a while, she grinned and lifted up a tarpaulin at the back of the tent. There it was! Right with her! I could have reached out and taken it - hell, I tried to. I leapt forward, and found myself frozen. Tendrils of the light had gripped me beneath the shoulders. I struggled, but couldn't move. Her head was on her shoulder then, looking at me sadly. "What is the rock to you?", she asked. I am sorry to say that I used some quite foul language here. Then I answered, "Knowledge." It was true, after all. She shook her head at me. "Knowledge is only one aspect of power," she said, "and the rock is power." She leaned over and stroked it, saying some words in Hmong I didn't understand. A light shone towards the back of the tent. At first, it was like a projector; but then, it became more solid. A doorway. It was composed of pink bricks, forming a stately arch. Beyond it, nothing but pink light. We both stared at it for a while, and then I gasped. A boy - a Hmong lad - was emerging from it. He stepped out, smiled at the woman, and then left the tent. The woman nodded as he passed, then stroked the rock again. The doorway disappeared. I asked what I had seen. The woman responded, "It is another hill. It is the highest hill, and there they can never follow us." And I understood. The pink light, the rock - they weren't using it to conquer or impose control. They were just the hill folk, and in this time and place, these several villages had understood what countless conquerors and rebels could not; that the only way to break these endless cycles was to escape them entirely. When the time was right, they were going to lead their people out of this world and into a place where nobody could follow. I stopped struggling. I was released. By the end of the week, I had left Vietnam, and resolved not to interfere again where I was not wanted. But, ah, how weak the body is! Thirty years have passed between then and now, and I feel myself knotted further and further in the centre of the web, caught like a fly in my endless attempts to discern good from evil, orthodoxy from heresy. If only I could have taken the Hmong woman's path. If only there had been something, anything, I could have done to help. ~ Lyle Burnley, Testaments from the Spider's Eyes, 1937-1945 Following this encounter, the French government changed their strategy, focusing on ways to harness SCP-5580-1B for offensive use against the Confederation. However, these plans were abandoned following the Japanese invasion of Indochina. Addendum 3: IJAMEA and SCP-5580-1B IJAMEA had become aware of SCP-5580-1 in 1938, and following the surrender of French Indochina in 1940, had taken control of SCP-5580-1B. By 1941, they had begun to work on a way to utilise SCP-5580-1B for military purposes, resulting in Operation F. The aim of Operation F was to turn SCP-5580-1B into a mass offensive weapon, with the intention of using it in the ongoing war as an alternative to the increasingly fraught nuclear weapons program. To this end, a research base - SCP-5580 - was established in what is now Lào Cai Province, housing SCP-5580-1B and performing experiments to determine potential military uses. We were a small, dedicated taskforce - about thirty or forty people on the entire base, I think. We were patriots, like most IJAMEA men. We were also engaged in a ferocious rivalry with the IJN - by that point, their own anomalous weapons programs were an open secret, and it was increasingly important for IJAMEA to establish its anomalous supremacy. It was not pleasant to work in such conditions. The climate disagreed with us; many of my compatriots did not get along with one another. I do not know how we managed to achieve such rapid success, and part of me wonders if the rock itself did not help us along. The pink light alters, I think, depending on who is using it, and for what purpose. The metal and concrete walls of the base started to turn such strange colours, even when testing wasn't going on. It wasn't the number five that was seared in our heads, like the other Fifthist cults. This was something else. It had the same origin as the starfish, but wasn't part of it. So we didn't have mantras of five-by-five, but a different drumbeat that set up shop in our heads. Whatever it could latch onto. And in that place, that environment - well, these were the heads of desperate men who wanted to do a good job. Men who wanted so much to succeed in turning it into a weapon. Men stuck inside a single metal block their whole lives. ~ Dr. Nakamura Kenji, Testimony to Dr. Henry Maxwell. By 1942, with little apparent progress made, the Japanese government had decided to cut its losses and shut down Operation F. However, the personnel stationed at SCP-5580 did not respond to orders to leave, nor did any of the men sent to retrieve them return. After losing a significant armed force in January 1943, IJAMEA decided to abandon attempts to reclaim SCP-5580 or SCP-5580-1B. Despite this, SCP-5580's operations continued for another year, until Incident 5580-1. Scattered reports which reached the Foundation's nascent Saigon operation indicated a large degree of anomalous activity in its vicinity, with reports of a "self-constructing" building "constantly expanding" into the surrounding hills. If I'm honest, I can't remember much of those last few months. I can't tell you what the building looked like or what we were doing there. I was almost chained to my desk, trying everything I could to weaponise the pink light. I didn't like to look up. I would wander, head down, between my quarters and my lab, never questioning what the others were doing or why we always had the supplies we needed. I wonder if the rebels' experience of the light was so different because they lacked so clear a purpose. Or maybe that's not right - they had a purpose, but it was less obsessive, less singular. There was no room within us for the ordinary patterns of life any more. We had to complete the mission. The soldiers they sent to remove us felt it too, and more and more of them patrolled the grounds, desperate to save the compound and thus the Empire. The work progressed well. ~ Dr. Nakamura Kenji, Testimony to Dr. Henry Maxwell. The effects of SCP-5580 on the region became stark. Multiple villages were raided by IJAMEA personnel for supplies, often coming into minor contact with GoI#991 members. Although their active use of SCP-5580-1A consistently gave them the upper hand in these conflicts, GoI#991 was reluctant to engage in a direct assault on SCP-5580 or more open conflict with IJAMEA. It was Rwg who pushed the hardest for an assault. We knew by that point the Japanese had the other half of the stone, and what that meant for our prospects. But Rwg was convinced that a short, sharp assault would win the day. I think that he became rankled when Gao-Jer disagreed with him; it made him seem weak when his wife held more power. But it was Gao-Jer who had liberated the people, Gao-Jer who had sent the French back to Hanoi and freed the hill country. More and more villages and nomads were flocking to our banners. And Gao-Jer urged caution, again and again, and the people agreed. But then things got stranger. The Japanese stopped their raids and received no more convoys, and still the great building grew. It had become like a tower, reaching higher and higher into heaven, full of strange angles and spires leading nowhere. There was activity in there, we could see; scientists moving around, soldiers patrolling. There was something inside it that was providing them food, growing the construct. The surrounding trees burnt day and night. It was when the lightning began to strike the spires that Gao-Jer made her move. ~ Phab Tooj, Testimony to Dr. Henry Maxwell Addendum 4: Incident 5580-1 On 16/05/1943, the experiments at SCP-5580 were reaching their final stage. Several growths on the outside of the compound had begun to act as lightning sinks, apparently for use as a power source. Nearby villagers and Confederation members reported seeing "pink light" emerge from the tower's central spire. On 18/05/1943, a meeting of the Confederation resulted in the unanimous decision to assault SCP-5580. A small group of the insurgents, led by Lauj Gao-Jer, entered the base on 20/05/1943 in order to retrieve or annihilate SCP-5580-1B; the main body of the group assaulted the base 30 minutes later to provide a distraction. I tagged along because they wanted someone small, someone who could move in tiny spaces. The light had changed and altered the building, and we had no idea how navigable it was. Gao-Jer was nervous, but Rwg, feeling vindicated at last, was bold and excitable. It wasn't too hard to get in. The guards were acting erratically, like a facsimile of a patrol. There was a backdoor, a strange and curved thing. From there, we entered a system of vents, with little gratings every few metres. I don't know if those vents had any purpose. I remember seeing things through the grates; little things, human scenes. Seven scientists all standing in a circle, writing nonsense words on paper and chanting. A Japanese flag rendered in pink and white, spread across the floor and distorting it, soldiers trying to balance as they hopped and prayed. A researcher absorbed into the wall, electricity coursing through his body, screaming. It was a nightmare, a copy of reality, someone's fever dream. I don't think they were human any more, just what the light thought humans should be; and that was filtered through whatever mad ideas the scientists had dreamt up. ~ Phab Tooj, Testimony to Dr. Henry Maxwell I had left two months prior, when I was finally able to wake up and see what I was doing. I fled into the night. The things I saw by the end were inhuman. In place of a starfish was a flag, a state, an exemplar of power. Think about how we conceive of the nation. We, as people, all know we belong to it. It has a kind of real, tangible existence. We see the state as its physical arm, its Holy Spirit, and everything flows through it in a perfect order that, on paper, reflects our values. This world is not a battleground of negotiation, diplomacy and compromise - there are no real people there at all. Just avatars of the nation, all completing their allotted roles, tilling the fields in the knowledge that their small contribution is part of a larger whole. Imagine if the world was really like that. And so the tower's growth was the only logical endpoint. Everything was done unquestioned, each bizarre decision and distortion of reality just seen as another part of the great enterprise. For Japan! For the Agency! The Empire! All the spires leading towards that vast and single point, towering up, up and away, more specific and singular with each passing moment. Our work was so close by then. A little longer, and that tower would be able to do anything it wanted. ~ Dr. Nakamura Kenji, Testimony to Dr. Henry Maxwell. The infiltration began at 22.30 local time. At 23.00, the main assault began, diverting a large portion of SCP-5580's personnel away from the base. SCP-5580-1A had been split among members of the smaller task force, in the hope that it would be useful against SCP-5580-1B. Consequently, the members of the Confederation were forced to use conventional weapons, leading to several casualties. Despite this, their operation was successful, and the Japanese troops were largely absent from the base by midnight. At approximately 00.30, the task force had made its way into the main laboratory, at the centre of the compound. There was no ceiling in there; just the spire, stretching so far above. I have no idea how tall it was at that point. The cavernous roof crackled with pink light. Part of it hit Rwg; he fell instantly. I saw Gao-Jer physically flinch at that, but she just took his part of the stone and continued on to the centre of the laboratory. We'd been expecting a fight, but the scientists were strewn all around, clearly dead. There weren't many of them there. One of them still had his glasses on, slightly askew; he was holding a wad of paper and bleeding from the ears. It was almost comical. In the centre was their half of the stone. It looked diseased. The pink light was curling tendrils upwards, right down the centre of the spire, as far as we could see. It was like a strange cathedral. A researcher was there, still alive, whispering to it. He didn't seem to notice us. He didn't look up. We spent ages trying to get it out. We tugged, heaved, hacked at the metal frame and the pink light - nothing. The lightning above us got worse and worse. Finally, Gao-Jer ordered us to use the stones on it. That worked - the light recoiled - but it wasn't strong enough. They were too small. An inhuman screaming began above us, and two of our party were shot down by the lightning. So Gao-Jer told us to give us her stones, and then to get out. I remember her face. It was wide-eyed, eyebrows high. I don't know what she was feeling. I don't think I ever will. She hadn't wanted to take the stone with us at first, I think - she'd seemed reluctant. And now, here, was the end of all her grand designs for her people. We gathered the rocks together, and she merged them, as I'd seen her do so many times. Then those who remained left through the vent. I was the last out. I looked back at her, just before I left; she was staring into the pink light, hair whipping about her head. Her face was turned away. ~ Phab Tooj, Testimony to Dr. Henry Maxwell At approximately 02.00, SCP-5580 was destroyed in a huge blast, which wiped out an area approximately 1 mile in diameter. No members of the Confederation were harmed, as the last of them had withdrawn by 01.45. Many Japanese soldiers, giving chase, also survived; however, several more who had returned to base, as well as all of the researchers, expired. Gauj Gao-Jer's body was never found. The compound was largely ruined, with only a few foundation structures remaining. None of these had been seriously augmented by SCP-5580-1B. SCP-5580-1 is also believed to have been destroyed in the blast. Following this, GoI#991 quickly dissipated, with both its key leadership figures deceased and its primary means of power destroyed. Following the war, French colonial authorities re-established control over the region. They were unsuccessful in finding or prosecuting GoI#991 members, although several retributory crimes were committed by them against the Hmong population. Local residents have reported seeing "ghostly" figures in SCP-5580's ruins over the decades; this has not been confirmed by Foundation sources. Addendum 5: Interview with Mr. Phab Tooj The following is an interview conducted by Dr. Henry Maxwell with former Confederation member Phab Tooj on 17/09/1991. Phab, only 14 in 1943, had later moved to northern Laos in the 1950s, before being forced to flee to the United States with his family in 1975 following retributory acts against the Hmong for their perceived involvement with CIA operations in Laos. By 1991, he was a graduate student in history at the University of Chicago. This interview took place after Phab had read the above document, as Dr. Maxwell was curious as to how well it matched his version of events. <Begin Log> The interview takes place inside a standard interrogation room. Phab is sitting on one side of the table, reading a copy of the SCP-5580 document. Maxwell is sitting on the other side of the table, watching Phab intently. Maxwell: So, what do you think? Phab: Hmm. Phab places the document back on the table. Phab: It was… interesting. Maxwell: You don't agree with it? Phab: No, no, it's just… I find it an entirely accurate account in terms of the events, yes. It describes it all pretty much entirely as it happened. There is a short pause. Maxwell: You don't seem convinced. Phab: "This was the end of all her plans for the light." I didn't say light. I said hills. Maxwell: Well, any translation is bound to- Phab: The thing is, the way you've, ah, "translated" it, in the context of everything else - it gives the impression Gao-Jer's plan was to take us all beyond the doorway. To the land of the pink light. Maxwell: That's what Burnley reported. He's the only source I have for her intentions - you said you didn't know. Phab: You didn't interview any other survivors besides me? I know there are some out there. Maxwell: It's - hard to track people down around there. Especially among the Hmong. Phab: Mm. But I'm in America, so more accessible. Maxwell: Exactly. Phab: Mm. Phab picks up the paper and flicks through it again. Phab: I said hills. The Hmong are a hill people. I was a child. I saw her eyes shine so many times, shining with the promise of the future, but… I don't think that was what she was going to do, Dr. Maxwell. I don't think she wanted Shangri-La, and I don't think the light was meant to be some permanent abode. Why would Burnley know what she was thinking? Maxwell: He was a perceptive man… Phab: He was a westerner who couldn't even remember the name of the woman he was interviewing. I knew he was - or, well, he became sympathetic, but he still didn't see the things we did. He didn't spend years with her, by her side. Phab places the paper back on the table. Phab: Only one survivor. And even with your other sources, you rely so much on Burnley. What you've constructed here, doctor, is a - a kind of orthodoxy. It's a position. It's one variant of the truth. Maybe you and Burnley are right about Gao-Jer, and I'm wrong. I don't know. Phab lights a cigarette. Phab: There are many truths. My truth is the sound of insects in the dead of night, and a community gathered around an open rock, watching pink sparks light up future hopes. It is rain streaming down faces, and a woman, so long ago - God, so long ago - giving speeches I didn't understand. Maxwell: There is only one truth. Phab: But can you ever access it? Even a glimpse? I see lots of facts written down, but none about the decision Gao-Jer had to take. Maxwell: Which one? Phab: The one where she had to sacrifice the only power she had, the only power any of us had. The one where we had to accept the rule of the Japanese, the French, the Viet Minh - where we were once again plunged into endless cycles of precarious living. She did it for you, doctor, for everyone, when there was nobody else who could. And she shouldn't have had to. That is my truth, doctor. Phab stabs at the document with his lit cigarette; it catches fire. Dr. Maxwell leaps backwards, but Phab continues sitting, staring at the fire. Phab: So much for yours. <End Log> Footnotes 1. Data on occupation and nationality redacted. 2. Note this designation is disputed among scholars of anomalous southeast Asia. Harrison (1965), Kells (1977) and Wainwright (1982) insist that this was a designation used by the group itself, while Akramova (1971) and Nguyen (1989) believe this name was invented by IJAMEA, with teleological readings and biased editing of surviving testimonies leading to mistranslations of a variety of terms. The present author is inclined to agree with the former approach. |
SCP-5581 | keter | SCP-5581: To Serve Man audio/Image creds: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/712348 - Public Domain https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTUxWFEmadg CC 4.0 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: 5581 Class/Clearance: Keter/Three An image from SCP-5581. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers and .aic's are to scan the deep web for copies of SCP-5581 and remotely delete them. In the event of a subject viewing SCP-5581, they are to be brought to a local hospital, humanely euthanized, and any connected parties are to be amnesticized with Class-A amnestics. The cover story "Nosocomial Infection" is to be used, and the remains are to be cremated. Description: SCP-5581 is the designation for a .mp4 file consisting of a series of still images and audio, titled "toserveman.mp4." SCP-5581 displays an anomalously small filesize, typically under 200 bytes, but is able to be played at resolutions upwards of 1080p. The images that constitute SCP-5581 can be safely viewed separately, suggesting hazardous effects only occur when the images are presented in a specific sequence. These images appear to have no clear meaning, typically being landscape shots of seemingly random locations on Earth. The only audio consists of assorted grunts, moans, and labored breathing. If SCP-5581 is viewed by any human, subjects will begin to undergo a series of physiological changes. The spine will bend backwards as the pelvis thrusts forward, and subjects will be locked in this position. Subjects' extremities will be splayed out similar to the position taken when doing jumping jacks. The lumbar vertebrae will extend horizontally, piercing the flesh, and curve backwards into a vaguely spherical shape 2 meters in diameter. The coccyx will then grow downwards and meet the vertebrae at the end of the spherical structure. The rest of the spinal vertebrae will create a latticed network among the frame provided by the lumbar vertebrae, in order to strengthen the shape. Any skin present on the body will harden, forming a scab-like surface. Skin from the forearms and thighs will extend to cover the frame provided by the vertebrae and coccyx, causing the body to form a sphere. Flesh will then continue to fill the remaining gaps. The neck, hands, and feet will retract into the shape, leaving only the face visible along the surface area of the sphere. Subjects will be unable to vocalize, but will be able to breathe, expel waste, and eat, and many subjects display symptoms of jaundice. Communication is established via software and apparatuses used for ALS patients. Following transfiguration, surviving subjects report being transported to an unknown location, SCP-5581-1. This location is described as a large green rectangle suspended in space, with a large rectangular wall dividing it lengthwise. Two large appendages appear on either side of the rectangle, and repeatedly strike the subject with appropriately sized tools, causing subjects to suffer blunt force trauma and forces upwards of 4 g's. Subjects, if they survive, will be transported back to their original location after an arbitrary amount of time. The extent of Foundation testing involved having a subject view SCP-5581 to be transported to SCP-5581-1 with recording software, in order to further understand the surroundings. No video was able to be recorded for unknown reasons, though audio recording software produced the following. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5581" by Popsioak, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5581. 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: landscape Name: N/A Author: N/A License: CC0 1.0 Source Link: pxhere Filename: tennis Name: FREE SOUND EFFECT - TENNIS BALL BEING HIT [NO COPYRIGHT] Author: Ultimate Free Sound Effects Channel License: CC BY 4.0 Source Link: YouTube |
SCP-5582 | keter | by Ethagon Item#: 5582 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Photo was presumably sent by SCP-5582 shortly after its third containment breach Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5582 is to be contained on sight. Every containment facility is to have at least one untested containment plan for SCP-5582 prepared at all times. Until permanent containment is deemed successful, the continued recapture of SCP-5582 under new conditions is intended to serve as a substitute for real containment. Description: SCP-5582 is a three-year-old common octopus1, capable of surviving an indefinite amount of time without water. SCP-5582 is sapient and has advanced problem-solving skills. SCP-5582 could not be subjected to any test in this regard, due to its constant containment breaches, but to date, SCP-5582 was able to solve any logical problem encountered. Discovery: The Foundation became aware of SCP-5582 through multiple reports of a bank heist involving an octopus. Agents were dispatched to the scene and found SCP-5582 lurking in the immediate vicinity. SCP-5582 was apprehended and brought to Site-17 but was able to crawl out of the containment vehicle before its arrival due to the lack of octopus-specific restraints. SCP-5582 was again found a few weeks later observing Site-17. When Agents were again dispatched to apprehend SCP-5582, they were unable to find it. It is estimated that SCP-5582 infiltrated Site-17 prior to being noticed. Interview-Log: Interviewed: SCP-5582 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Mellow Foreword: This interview was conducted after SCP-5582 showed up at the front entrance of Site-23. SCP-5582 used the stones of its provisional containment aquarium to write its answers. <Begin Log, skip to 05:34> Up to this point SCP-5582 had only been placing its stones at random. Junior Researcher Mellow: I don't see why you even requested an interview if you refuse to answer. SCP-5582: Took you long enough to notice. Don't worry, I was listening. (SCP-5582 looks directly at Junior Researcher Mellow) Yeah, you’ll do it. Junior Researcher Mellow: Me? SCP-5582: What? No. You young people are always so self-centred. I mean all of you, obviously. Junior Researcher Mellow: And what exactly is it you want from us? SCP-5582: You'll get it eventually. Junior Researcher Mellow: Then will you answer why you took part in the heist? SCP-5582: Why does anyone rob a bank? For myself, obviously. Junior Researcher Mellow: Then why did you willingly let yourself be contained? SCP-5582: Also for me. Junior Researcher Mellow: You're not making any sense. SCP-5582: You’ll understand it when you’re a little older. Junior Researcher Mellow: I really don't think so? What do you get from letting yourself be contained? SCP-5582: No Junior Researcher Mellow: No? SCP-5582: (it tips its head with one of its arms) No stagnation. SCP-5582 refused to communicate any further. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-5582 breached containment shortly after the interview concluded. It was discovered that stones were disrupting the function of its cell door locking mechanism. 3 days after this breach, Junior Researcher Mellow received an anonymous message titled "Before you do it" containing a picture of SCP-5582. Further notable incidents: SCP-5582 was contained in Site-11 in a standard containment cell with a more complex locking mechanism. SCP-5582 was able to escape through the ventilation system with the help of a previously half-swallowed screwdriver. Site-66 constructed a special cell for SCP-5582, that made an escape through life-supporting systems like ventilation and drainage impossible. SCP-5582 escaped through bribing a now-former junior researcher with its stolen money to aid in its containment breach. SCP-5582 was captured by Site-06-3 from a local aquarium. Containment was planned to include several logic puzzles, but the octopus was found to be non-anomalous. On the same day, Site-06-3 Staff received an anonymous message titled "Already solved" containing the solutions to all logic puzzles. During its stay at Site-19, SCP-5582 was informed of the existence of other sapient cephalopods in containment. SCP-5582 agreed to a meeting but fled during the siege of Site-19. The following message was received afterwards: What, you want me to socialize at this age? Weird thing to ask a three-year-old. Still tempting, but I wished you’d have asked me when I wasn’t crawling on my last arm. The next day, SCP-5582 was spotted in front of the containment tank of SCP-29672 by surveillance cameras. They both communicated through an unknown sign language for about an hour after which SCP-5582 escaped before the footage was noticed. The following message was received afterwards: Nah, I’m good. All further encounters with SCP-5582 are documented in the SCP-5582 Containment Log. Footnotes 1. Octopus Vulgaris 2. One of the cephalopods alluded to during the previous containment attempt. |
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padding: 2vw; } Item#: SCP-5583 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Wall mural depicting SCP-5583 at its originating Pizza Palace location in Costa Mesa, California. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5583 is held in a humanoid containment cell at Site-43. It is to be provided with several arcade cabinets acquired from the defunct Costa Mesa, California franchise location of the Pizza Palace restaurant chain. SCP-5583 is permitted to periodically exit its containment cell under armed guard when not undergoing testing, so long as a specialized sheathe is fitted over its horn. Description: SCP-5583 is an animatronic figure1 associated with the American restaurant chain Pizza Palace. It measures 1.8 meters in height, and has the appearance of an anthropomorphic unicorn wearing a magenta wig and a pink tutu. A plastic purple star wand covered in glitter is attached to its left palm. Beyond dried grease and mucous stains on its legs, SCP-5583 is in a good state of repair. SCP-5583 is sapient, and capable of more advanced mobility than its mechanical components should allow. It is able to communicate via a speaker within its mouth using both masculine Scottish and feminine English accents, displaying a marked preference for the former. SCP-5583 also possesses the following minor anomalous attributes: The ability to process food via a hatch in its mouth. Though SCP-5583 claims it is capable of digestion, internal analysis reveals no digestive system and no traces of previous meals are evident. The production of clouds of luminescent glitter when the star on its wand strikes solid matter. Frame-by-frame video analysis reveals that the glitter peels off from the wand itself and immediately self-illuminates before disappearing and reappearing on the wand. The manifestation of wings on its back at will. Said wings are organic, resembling those of Danaus plexippus (the monarch butterfly) at both structural and genetic levels. Due to SCP-5583's weight and the short span of its wings, it is incapable of flight. The emission of beams of refracted light from the tip of its horn. SCP-5583 is capable of heating matter by concentrating these beams at a specific target, up to and including the point of combustion. The tutu has so far proven indestructible, and cannot be removed. Discovery: On 6/3/2019, SCP-5583 became known to the Foundation following an incident occurring at a Pizza Palace restaurant in Costa Mesa, California. A customer inadvertently provoked SCP-5583 as it was performing, resulting in it breaking character and causing a public disturbance before exiting the premises. The incident was reconstructed using footage from security cameras and cellphones recovered from the patrons. + Access Video Logs (06/03/2019) - Close Video Logs (06/03/2019) [Camera 4: Skippy's Stage] Children are operating arcade cabinets and playing in the aisles. A costumed employee is entertaining them with waving hands and dancing. Families are seated and consuming their meals. A single stage light activates, illuminating the Sir Leaps-A-Lot animatronic (a humanoid frog) on stage. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: Greetings, fellow knights of the dinner table! It is I, Sir Leaps-A-Lot! Trumpets sound from off-stage. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: The prince of the hour has arrived! Everybody give a big round of applause to the birthday [inaudible]! Most patrons are ignoring the animatronic. A child slips on the floor, falls down and begins to cry. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: Great! Love that energy! Now before we get this pizza party started, I've got someone very special for you to meet. Coming to us all the way from Magic Land, the most powerful fairy alive, the one and only, give it up for… SKIPPY THE UNICORN! Sir Leaps-A-Lot's head rotates to face off-stage. It continues rotating until it is facing backward. Two seated, swaying men laugh loudly, attempt (and fail) to clink their glasses together, and drink. One upsets a full cup of soda on the table; an employee mopping up at the adjacent table sighs, dragging his mop towards the new spill. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: Looks like Skippy is feeling a bit shy. I know! Let's motivate her with a little cheer! Skippy! The audience is largely silent. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: Louder kids, so she can hear us! SKIPPY! The audio briefly square-waves on the final word, and several adults place their hands on their ears, grimacing. Children standing by the stage jump up and down, cheering. One attempts to climb up, but is quickly discouraged by an adult. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: One more time, knights! SKKKKIPPPPPPY! The curtain opens on Skippy's stage, revealing SCP-5583. Its eyes open and it begins to move, jerkily, and speak with a female English accent. SCP-5583: Why hellooooooo there, brave children and friends! It is I, Skippy! One of the men whispers in the other's ear; the latter snorts. The first man finishes his drink, and they both stand up. SCP-5583: [high-pitched titter] So terribly sorry to be late to your most excellent party, boys and girls! Fairy traffic was phenomenal on the rainbow road! The two men approach the stage, brushing several children aside. Sir Leaps-A-Lot's head rotates back around. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: We're just glad you're here, Skippy! Say, don't you have something to tell these fine folks? SCP-5583: Oh why yes, Sir Licks-A-Lot! One male parent laughs, once. Several others turn to stare at him. SCP-5583: As the guest of honor at this finest of all fine castles, I must sing a song! Behold: the music of my people! SCP-5583 begins to sing in an off-key falsetto. One of the men snickers, fumbling with his cell phone. SCP-5583: ♪ On your very special day ♪ First Man: Come on! Do it! Do it! SCP-5583: ♪ We're so glad you came to play ♪ Second Man: [laughing] I'm trying, I'm trying! First Man: Ohhh, dude. Tyler's gonna laugh his ass off when we show him! SCP-5583: ♪ We all share your birthday cheer ♪ The second man extends his phone beneath SCP-5583's tutu and takes a photograph. SCP-5583: ♪ Birthdays come but once ♪ the FUCK, you sick son of a BITCH! SCP-5583 is now speaking in a male Scottish accent. It kicks the cell phone across the room and shoves the folds of its tutu between its legs. SCP-5583: What the fuck is wrong with you, man? You sick fuck! Everyone in the room has now directed their attention to SCP-5583. SCP-5583: You… why…! I can't believe this, you sick motherfucker! SCP-5583 jumps down from the stage, breaking the tiles, and lifts the second man up by his collar. SCP-5583: You degenerate! After all the lousy songs I sang to you drunk and giddy fucksticks, this is how you repay me? Upskirting?! Do they not have the internet in whatever shithole burg you crawled out from? SCP-5583 grabs the back of the second man's head and presses their foreheads together. A dark stain spreads down the man's pants. SCP-5583: Somebody needs to teach you about manners, son, and I have a song that might help. [Camera 9: Security Room] First Technician: The fuck is buddy in the costume doing? He's gonna get us all shitcanned! Second Technician: Uh… dude, do we even have any Skippy costumes? [Camera 4: Skippy's Stage] First Man: Dude… dude… it was just a dare! Calm down! SCP-5583: Ah… so you're the asshole pulling the strings. SCP-5583 releases the second man, who drops to the floor and flees. It turns to the first man, who backs away slowly. SCP-5583: Calm down, he says. Ha! Like hell. Couple of disgusting voyeurs, thought I was a filly! You feeling let down? Huh? HUH?! SCP-5583 grabs the first man by both shoulders. SCP-5583: How 'bout I return the favor. How 'bout I go find that phone, and take a picture of my own. The first man is weeping. SCP-5583: Deep up your ass! A slice of pizza smacks wetly into the side of SCP-5583's head. It slides off and falls to the floor. SCP-5583 sighs, and turns its face to look at a small child wearing a paper crown. The child is frowning, and he crosses his arms. SCP-5583: Thanks for the snack. Child: Leave my daddy alone, you… poopyhead! Or I'll call mom! SCP-5583: Don't kids say the darndest things? SCP-5583 releases the first man, approaches the child and crouches to his eye level. SCP-5583: So, poopyhead, is it? Very creative. What inspired you? Was it popping out of your momma eight years ago, when she last took a dump? You little shit? The customers are now forming a crowd near the stage. A middle-aged woman approaches SCP-5583, pointing at it. Woman: Hey! You can't talk to my son like that! Who do you think you are?! SCP-5583: I'm Skippy, Karen, it's in all the ad material. Go harass the cashier, or something. Woman: How do you know my name?! Silence. SCP-5583: Wait, you're actually…? SCP-5583 begins to laugh. SCP-5583: My god, the joke became reality! I'd laugh harder, but I hate gross-out humor. Woman: How dare you. I'll have you fired for this. SCP-5583: Kiss my ass, you miserable cunt. The assembled adults gasp, except for an elderly woman who continues to eat at her table. The children appear confused. SCP-5583: Oh, I'm sorry, did that offend you? Let me rephrase. [SCP-5583 switches to its female English voice] Kiss my ass, you miserable cunt! That sugar-coat it enough for you? A manager approaches SCP-5583. He taps it on the shoulder. Manager: Whoever you are, you are so fired. Leave the costume, get your… stuff, and go! Out! OUT! SCP-5583: [resuming its male Scottish voice] What? No! I can… actually… you know what? Fuck you, Derek. SCP-5583 pokes the manager in the chest. SCP-5583: You haven't paid me since day one! And you can't fire me, because I quit! But first, I've got some parting words. Starting with you. SCP-5583 points at each of the children in turn. SCP-5583: You little brats ruined this place for everyone! Crying and shouting and screaming all day long. Making your little messes, breaking my favourite game… god, I'd feel so bad for your parents if they weren't such complete ass-hats! Wouldn't blame them if they decided to shove you back where you came from. SCP-5583 points at each of the adults in turn. SCP-5583: And don't even get me started on you fuckers. You're somehow even worse! Getting drunk, getting into fist-fights over who gets to ride the helicopter or sneak out back for a smoke… not to mention what those shitwits were up to. SCP-5583 points at the two men, who are speaking to a security guard near the exit. SCP-5583: In fact, what genius thought it was a good idea to serve booze at a kiddie restaurant? You revolt me. You revolt me, all of you. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: That was a magnificent song, Skippy! Music to my ears. SCP-5583: [SCP-5583 points at Sir Leaps-A-Lot] Yes! Thank you! Thank you. At least someone in this dump has a good head on his shoulders. As for you! [SCP-5583 points at the manager] Normally I'd tell you to suck my pizza-stained, snot-stained, out-of-date, actually-nonexistent dick! But knowing you, you'd probably like that. Manager: W-What? SCP-5583: I know what you do for recreation on your office computer. All I can say is… you need church, boy. [SCP-5583 leans towards the manager's ear and stage-whispers] And an exorcism. The manager backs away, his eyes wide and mouth open. SCP-5583 moves toward the exit. SCP-5583: So long, folks! Oh, by the way: they re-use the food from the trash to save money. Trust me, I've seen it myself. The elderly woman drops her fork and spits the chewed-up food onto her plate. SCP-5583: Thanks for thirty years of nothing, everybody! I'm out of here. [SCP-5583 pulls the tiara from its head and throws it to the crowd] Sweet freedom, here I come! SCP-5583 slams open the doors and leaves the premises. [RECORDING ENDS] Addendum: Agents from Mobile Task Force Pi-1 ("City Slickers") responded to the incident and amnesticized all relevant parties. SCP-5583 was found at a local train station and captured after some resistance. An investigation into Pizza Palace revealed that the animatronics at all other locations were non-anomalous, and no further paranormal activity has been reported since the containment of SCP-5583. The cameras at the Costa Mesa location were installed by an employee acting on his own initiative. When interviewed, he outlined his suspicion that SCP-5583 was in fact alive, which he had expressed fruitlessly to his co-workers. With permission from the manager, he had purchased the cameras and placed them around the building's interior. Footage from the night before the incident showed SCP-5583 activating after the restaurant closed and interacting with many of the attractions. Only the stage cameras were capable of recording audio. + Access Video Logs (06/02/2019) - Close Video Logs (06/02/2019) [Camera 1: Main Entrance] The final guests depart, and after one last check the employees follow, locking the doors behind them. SCP-5583's head emerges from the curtain across its stage. It looks left and right several times before drawing the curtain open. SCP-5583 steps down from the stage, and stretches. It begins talking to itself. SCP-5583 makes its way to the prize counter. It lifts the flap, walks past the prize shelves and begins rummaging through a cardboard box labelled "Lost and Found." SCP-5583 pulls out a red cowboy hat with a plastic yellow star pinned to the crown. It removes its tiara, tossing it dismissively onto the prize counter, then places the cowboy hat on its head and inspects itself in a nearby mirror. It nods approvingly, still talking to itself. SCP-5583 turns to examine the prizes. It takes a toy gun holster off the shelf, and attaches it with some difficulty to its waist. It takes a wide stance facing the mirror, its free hand hovering over the gun. SCP-5583 appears to threaten its own reflection for several seconds. It then pulls the gun from its holster and fires two suction darts. They strike the mirror, fail to stick, and fall to the floor. SCP-5583 nods in satisfaction. It pretends to spit, and mimes blowing on the barrel of the gun. The gun discharges, and a third dart strikes SCP-5583's right eyeball and sticks there. In visible distress, SCP-5583 drops the gun and collides with the shelf, scattering prizes on the floor. It grabs the dart with both hands, and pulls. The dart, and the eyeball, are removed with an audible pop. SCP-5583 picks up the gun, places it on the counter, and strikes it repeatedly with its wand. Glitter obscures the camera view. When the image resolves, SCP-5583 has removed the dart from its eye and the hat from its head, has returned the eye to its socket, and is considering the tiara mournfully. [TRIMMED FOR BREVITY] [Camera 8: Play Area] SCP-5583 is wiping down a playpen with a wet rag. It steps back and inspects its work. SCP-5583 notices a helium balloon on the ceiling, and pantomimes exasperation. It begins talking to itself as it jumps up, reaching for the balloon with both hands. It misses twice before manifesting its wings and making a third attempt, which also fails. SCP-5583 makes a rude gesture at the balloon, then sniffs the air. SCP-5583 approaches the ball pit, and looks down. It pantomimes distress; a veneer of what appears to be vomit can be seen on the balls. SCP-5583 calls for help from off-camera, then waits for it to arrive. It does not. SCP-5583 leaves the play area, returning five minutes later with a mop and a bucket of water. It sets the bucket down, wets the mop, and begins brushing the balls. It is still talking to itself, clearly becoming frustrated. SCP-5583 throws the mop down with a clatter and leans over the edge of the pit, as if attempting to gauge its depth. SCP-5583 slips on a puddle of water from the fallen mop, tumbling face-first into the ball pit. It yelps, flailing helplessly for a few moments before sinking beneath the balls. Ten seconds later, SCP-5583's free hand emerges from the center of the pit. It swims to the edge and hauls itself out. It lies on the floor, panting heavily for eight seconds before noticing a large, spreading brown stain on its chest. Screaming, SCP-5583 frantically wipes at the stain with both of its hands, further soiling itself. It begins to shake, making gagging motions as it staggers to its feet and runs off-camera. [TRIMMED FOR BREVITY] [Camera 7: Arcade] The camera is positioned over a row of arcade cabinets. SCP-5583 is inspecting each one, shaking a handful of game tokens in its hand. It selects the Donkey Kong cabinet, before noting a sign across the screen reading "Out of Order." It throws both arms up in frustration. SCP-5583 notices the adjacent cabinet, Sinistar, which appears to be a recent acquisition. It shrugs and inserts two tokens into the new cabinet. The screen flashes and SCP-5583 takes the controls. The game begins. SCP-5583 plays for fifteen minutes, its posture suggesting it is deeply invested in the game. It becomes visibly excited; a beam of light erupts from its horn, striking the cabinet. The screen sparks and flickers off as the glass cracks. SCP-5583 stands perfectly still for eleven seconds, then backs away. SCP-5583 pantomimes panic until it notices the "Out of Order" sign. It looks to the left, then to the right, then removes the sign from the Donkey Kong cabinet and places it on the Sinistar cabinet, covering the crack. It looks to the left and right once more before beginning to whistle and walking out of the frame. [TRIMMED FOR BREVITY] [Camera 2: Main Stage] The stage is lit, and three animatronics are performing their routine: Sir Leaps-A-Lot, Patty King (an anthropomorphic hamburger) and Sir Berus (a three-headed humanoid dog). SCP-5583 sits down at a table, carrying a rectangular birthday cake and a full box of pizza. SCP-5583: Sorry for the hassle, they've got so many cakes back there I got decision anxiety. Then I figured hey, cake is cake. There's no bad flavours, excepting coconut. Patty King: By my calories, Sir Berus, isn't the moon splendid tonight? SCP-5583: We're indoors. Sir Berus: Why, now that you mention it, those stars are absolutely stellar! SCP-5583: That's… implied. SCP-5583 looks away from the stage. It picks up a metal napkin dispenser and examines its own reflection. SCP-5583: Were we always this creepy? I'm looking at my own eyes, and I'm shivering. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: Speaking of the moon, I'm reminded of the time I rode a shooting star, took a drink from the Milky Way, and roasted marshmallows on the sun! SCP-5583: You tell that story every night— Sir Berus: [gasps] You actually did that?! SCP-5583: —and it never gets less bullshit. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: Just kidding! But there's something real I want to share with all these fine folks tonight. Come on, fellas! SCP-5583: "Fellas"? Patty King: Let's take it from the top! A-one, a-two, a-one-two-three-four! The animatronics begin playing their instruments. SCP-5583 sets down the dispenser. SCP-5583: You know what, Pat? You're absolutely right. It's our birthday! And I'm gonna dine like the royalty you are. SCP-5583 opens the pizza box and tears off a slice, biting into it. SCP-5583: Spoke too soon. This tastes like… my mouth. SCP-5583 takes another bite. SCP-5583: And my mouth tastes like dry felt and old wires. SCP-5583 finishes the slice. SCP-5583: And I should probably throw this all away. SCP-5583 pauses for seven seconds, then tears off a second slice and begins chewing on it. The animatronics begin to sing; there are long pauses between each line, and the music almost immediately desynchronizes. Sir Berus: ♪ Today is the big day! Today is the big day! So turn that frown right upside down, and join us while we play! ♪ SCP-5583: Was it that obvious? Yeah, lads, I'm… not really in a playing mood. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: ♪ Don't whine and mope around, just make a happy sound! ♪ SCP-5583: You really wanna do this now? I mean, I know how you guys feel about this place. Sometimes I think you're all brainwashed. Patty King: ♪ There's nothing you can't do, when the night belongs to you! ♪ SCP-5583: Alright, you've convinced me. How do I put this. Sir Berus: ♪ There's nothing we won't do, to make your dreams come true! ♪ SCP-5583: Just vamp a bit, would you, I gotta get this off my chest. The animatronics begin an instrumental solo. Patty King's eyes cross, and remain crossed for the remainder of the performance. SCP-5583: Remember when we were first starting out? Sitting in some drafty warehouse for god knows how long until they came and dressed us like something out of a furry's DeviantArt account, and put us on stage in front of all those screaming kids? Remember how we made them smile? Remember… how they made us smile? I'm not smiling anymore. What happened? Sir Leaps-A-Lot: ♪ Make a wish, 'cuz it's gonna come soon: a comet flying past the moon! ♪ SCP-5583: No, I'm not exaggerating. Have you not been paying attention? I have. The audio feed cuts out. The animatronics' mouths continue to move. SCP-5583: It's like the death of a thousand cunts. First they took away my bagpipe, and then they re-branded me. I'm wearing a fucking tutu. That's not me! I hate ballet! And man, there were warning signs right from the start. They called their pizza place "Pizza Palace." Did they think they were gonna master brand that shit? In the nineties? The audio feed resumes. Sir Berus: ♪ It's hard to pick and choose, but you've got nothing to lose! ♪ SCP-5583: Nitpicking? You think so? I just wish things would go back to the way they used to be. Is that so much to ask for? Patty King: Come on, everybody, don't give up yet! Give it all you got, and the wishing star will hear! Sir Leaps-A-Lot: Nothing's impossible if you put your mind to it! SCP-5583: You think so? Dudes, Pizza Palace is going down the toilet, and I don't just mean this location. They're all doing bad. Like, high-risk-of-bankruptcy bad. I saw it all on Derek's computer, among… other things. We'll be out of business by the end of next year, maybe sooner. Patty King: Yeah! That's the spirit! Sir Leaps-A-Lot: It's working! I'm really feeling it! Sir Leaps-A-Lot's lower jaw falls off. SCP-5583: Right? It shocked me, too. If we're still here when the cash runs dry, do they dumpster us, or sell us off to the spice mines, or what? Patty King: ♪ I can see it! It's very bright! Come on everybody, let's own tonight! ♪ SCP-5583: I've heard the kids talking about some other pizza place they think is cool, with bears and bunnies and shit. We could change with the times, we've done it before. We've got options. Universal Studios, Disneyland, FurCon… okay, maybe not, but you get the point. I mean, we're still cool, right guys? Sir Leaps-A-Lot: Wow! I'm… on… a… roll… guys! I'm… on… a… SCP-5583: Guys? Sir Leaps-A-Lot: …roll! Sir Berus: Bring… it… on… home… people… one… more… time! The taped track rewinds, and the animatronics and audio return to their original speed as the song restarts. SCP-5583 watches the performance in silence for several minutes before touching each of the candles on the cake with its horn, lighting them. SCP-5583: Happy birthday, fellas. SCP-5583 blows out the candles and cuts a corner off the cake. The animatronics continue to sing as SCP-5583 mechanically masticates the entire cake, slice by slice, staring into space. [LOG ENDS] SCP-5583 periodically asks after the status of its fellow animatronics. Staff are to advise SCP-5583 that they were relocated to a more successful franchise location upstate. Footnotes 1. A mechanical puppet. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5583" by Nickthebrick1 and HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5583. 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: Skippy.jpg Name: N/A Author: HarryBlank License: CC 3.0 |
SCP-5584 | euclid | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains allusions to abuse, stalking, body horror, and suicidal ideation. ⚠️ content warning NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The information describing SCP-5584-1's previously unknown online activities and anomalous properties during the research for the SCP-████ article is to be has been added to the object's original document and the superfluous article archived and discontinued. Senior Researcher Mattias Brown will remain the head researcher of SCP-5584 and work with the former head researcher of SCP-████, Senior Researcher Riley Ellis, to consolidate information. Following Senior Researcher Mattias Brown's most recent Foundation Loyalty Test results, Senior Researcher Riley Ellis has been temporarily appointed as head researcher over SCP-5584 while Dr. Brown receives re-training. ITEM: SCP-████ LEVEL 3/████ CLASS: keter confidential DISRUPTION CLASS: vlam THIS ARTICLE REMAINS ACCESSIBLE FOR ARCHIVE PURPOSES ONLY Special Containment Procedures: SCP-████'s accounts are to be suppressed from search results to prevent interactions with internet users. Class C amnestics are to be administered to any individuals exposed to SCP-████'s effects immediately after the incident and a cover story for the missing objects provided. Following the return of the object, Class C amnestics are to be administered again. If SCP-████ replaces its accounts, a remote access trojan installed on its remaining trusted individual's computer can be used to locate the new accounts. Due to the increased risk of SCP-████ ceasing contact with this individual, all interview attempts must be approved and Foundation involvement concealed from SCP-████. Following SCP-████'s physical containment, amnestics are to be administered to this individual. SCP-████'s original Twitter account immediately prior to foundation contact. ✖ Description: SCP-████ is an anomalous internet user possessing the ability to temporarily teleport and telekinetically interact with objects under ~6kg. SCP-████'s anomalous properties are activated when it is irritated by another internet user or automated process. The target's internet-accessible device will be temporarily teleported away or destroyed via brute force by telekinesis.1 SCP-████'s IP addresses and cookies are traceable but come from non-anomalous internet-accessible devices located worldwide. These devices always differ and no connections have been identified. It has accounts on multiple services which it uses to interact with other users. These accounts have been replaced a total of 66 times in an attempt to avoid Foundation surveillance. Previously, it identified itself as Brónach ██████████ but now uses pseudonyms with no correlation. Known services used by SCP-████: GMail[Replaced 16 times, Most recently 28/12/2018] Facebook[Deactivated and not replaced, 22/05/2016] YouTube[Replaced 12 times, Most recently 28/12/2018] Minecraft[Deactivated and not replaced, 25/01/2018] Twitter[Replaced 14 times, Most recently 28/12/2018] Skype[Account Abandoned, 14/8/2016] Discord[Replaced 14 times, Most recently 28/12/2018] Epic Games[Replaced 5 times, Deactivated and not replaced, 13/05/2018] Steam.[Replaced 5 times, Deactivated and not replaced, 13/05/2018] SCP-████ created its first known account on 08/06/2009 but did not display anomalous properties until 03/01/2015. Circumstantial evidence points to this change being triggered by 3 days of absence from the internet between 31/12/2014 to 03/01/2015. The reason for its absence was described by SCP-████ as an event resulting in it "constantly being watched". The full archive of all data taken from accounts connected to SCP-████ is available on request from Dr. Riley Ellis. +Documented SCP-████ Incidents Prior to Foundation Intervention – hide block Date Cause Effect 03/01/2015 SCP-████ is repeatedly defeated in a game of Team Fortress 2 by the same opponent SCP-████ expresses anger through the in-game chat then the opponent's computer is teleported. Object returned 17/02/2015 03/01/2015 SCP-████ engages in a lengthy argument with a user on Twitter SCP-████ insults the user, waits for the user to see it, then the user's phone is teleported. Objects returned 17/02/2015 04/01/2015 SCP-████ is repeatedly defeated in a game of online chess by the same opponent SCP-████ insults opponent in the in-game chat and opponent's computer is teleported. The white king of the user's chess set is teleported moments later. Objects returned 17/02/2015 22/05/2016 SCP-████ receives a rude comment on Facebook User's computer is teleported, user begins typing another comment over a smartphone, user's smartphone followed by 3 other internet-accessible devices are teleported. SCP-████ deactivates its account. Objects returned 4 hours later. 05/12/2017 SCP-████ is muted in the popular MineGambit Minecraft server by the automated word filter The processor of the tower server used to host the game lobby is teleported, causing an outage. SCP-████ apologizes publicly on Twitter and object returned 18/12/2017 05/12/2017-16/12/2017 SCP-████ is harassed on Twitter by users of the MineGambit Minecraft server 43 users' internet-accessible devices teleport following contact with SCP-████. Objects returned 18/12/2017 Addendum-1 Discovery: SCP-████ was discovered by a Foundation WebCrawler after its Twitter account was brigaded by comments. A discussion in the Discord server for the MineGambit Minecraft server had accused it of disabling the service via anomalous means. C-Class amnestics were administered to individuals aware of SCP-████ after the interviews concluded and a disinformation campaign of an anonymous DDOS attack was launched. Addendum-2 Interviews: +Interview Log ████-13 – hide block Interviewed: SCP-████'s Discord account Interviewer: Dr. Riley Ellis, Level 3 Researcher Foreword: Initial contact attempted with SCP-████ over Discord. SCP-████ accepted the invite and responded immediately. <Begin Log, 25/01/2018> SCP-████: Do I know you? Dr. Ellis: In all likelihood, no. I just have a few questions for you regarding the missing computers and server tower. SCP-████: Yeah… that was ████ty of me. I get frustrated and take it out on other people. Dr. Ellis: Can you tell me about the mechanism behind your ability to make objects disappear? Do the computers dematerialize or are you teleporting them elsewhere? SCP-████: teleportation. lemme show you. Dr. Ellis: A demonstration would be greatly appreciated as would your cooperation. [There is a considerable pause between SCP-████'s communications] SCP-████: wait… SCP-████: how did you ████ing find me here? Dr. Ellis: Pardon me? Dr. Ellis: Are you still there? [Dr. Ellis's terminal is teleported, then reappears 3 seconds later to be destroyed via brute force telekinetically.] <End Log> Closing Statement: The change in SCP-████'s anomalous effect is notable. Following this interview SCP-████ deleted and replaced all of its active accounts. New accounts were located via SCP-████'s panicked messages to a Discord group chat describing "stalkers" finding their old accounts. SCP-████ appears either knowledgeable about the Foundation or is mistaking Dr. Ellis for someone else. +Interview Log ████-14 – hide block Interviewed: SCP-████'s 2nd Discord account Interviewer: Dr. Riley Ellis, Level 3 Researcher Foreword: A GPS tracker was concealed within the computer used for the interview. SCP-████'s new account was traced via private discord messages. <Begin Log, 01/02/2018> Dr. Ellis: Greetings. Your demonstration was helpful, but you seem angered by something. Can you tell me why? SCP-████: You think I'm trying to ████ing help you???? you're just going to make my life worse! ████ OFF! Dr. Ellis: What makes you think that? Is something wrong? SCP-████: YOU'RE ████ING STALKING ME [Dr. Ellis's terminal is destroyed via brute force telekinetically.] <End Log> Closing Statement: Following this interview SCP-████ deleted and replaced all of its active accounts. SCP-████ sent a private message to a trusted individual implying that he will recognize it and promptly deleted it. SCP-████'s new accounts were sent to said trusted individual in an anonymous message containing only a series of usernames. +Interview Log ████-45 – hide block Interviewed: SCP-████'s 14th Twitter account Interviewer: D-534-332, 43-year-old White male. Additional Party: Trusted individual of SCP-████ Foreword: Multiple attempts to coerce SCP-████ into teleporting a tracking device while impersonating a civilian failed. SCP-████ ceased contact with all but one trusted individual. This individual deleted and recreated his accounts alongside SCP-████. SCP-████'s new accounts were discovered through said trusted individual's computer via a remote access trojan. D-534-332 was sent in plain clothes to a Foundation-controlled apartment complex and instructed to insult SCP-████. <Begin Log, 31/01/2019> D-534-332: Hey █████. Trusted individual of SCP-████: Oh no D-534-332: I'll kill you. [D-534-332's terminal is teleported. Location is traced to an island off the coast of Scotland] SCP-████: It was a real person this time. ████, that scared the ████ out of me lol. SCP-████'s trusted individual: That is the weakest threat I have heard. <End Log> Closing Statement: The location of the missing terminal was traced to Provisional Site-98. Investigation into connections between SCP-████ and SCP-5584 are underway. Item#: 5584 Level3 Containment Class: safe euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to Provisional Site-98 is to be examined regularly for visual differences to the surrounding columnar basalt. Should a change be noted, the cave is to be closed off from public access while repairs are made. Any individual coming into contact with SCP-5584 requires a loyalty score of 95% or higher. A camera and alarm system are positioned outside of SCP-5584-1's reach within its chamber. SCP-5584-1 spends approximately 23 hours a day sleeping so minimal observation is required. SCP-5584-1 requires no rest; should SCP-5584-1 attempt to enter a catatonic state, it is to be awoken immediately via the alarm. A whiteboard and an internet-accessible terminal with remote monitoring software installed are to be provided for communication and leisure. No audio surveillance is necessary. A single member of Foundation personnel with advanced experience in software development is to keep constant observation over SCP-5584-1's activities, switching out four times daily. The security personnel is to approve every action SCP-5584-1 makes on the terminal before a request is sent over the internet. In the event this personnel becomes an instance of SCP-5584-1, backup incapable of reading both English and Irish any language are to remove the original SCP-5584-1's terminal and whiteboard. The new instance of SCP-5584-1 is to be relocated and contained in a standard humanoid cell if possible, otherwise, the control room is to be retrofitted. The new instance of SCP-5584-1 will construct a word filter to prevent further transmission of the infohazard before regular containment returns. Twice weekly on Tuesdays and Fridays, SCP-5584-1 is to be visited by Dr. Izem for cognitive behavioral therapy. SCP-5584-1 requires no sustenance and is capable of the majority of its own self-care. It is to be provided with the following supplies each week: 1 60mL bottle of shampoo 1 80mL bottle of conditioner 1 bar of body wash 1 portable shower system 500L of freshwater 1 black whiteboard marker replacement cartridge 7 60mg tablets of citalopram(One tablet administered orally once daily) 7 100 mg tablets of quetiapine(One tablet administered orally once daily) Entrance to the cave SCP-5584 is located in ✖ Description: SCP-5584 is a carving in old Irish in the Ogham alphabet obscured behind SCP-5584-12. Any individual who reads and comprehends the meaning of SCP-5584 is theorized to be converted into an instance of SCP-5584-1. Due to SCP-5584-1's body obscuring the full carving and its refusal to share the original meaning, further testing cannot be performed and the risk of personnel becoming an instance of SCP-5584-1 is minimal. However, should SCP-5584's meaning be spread to individuals liable to share it or posted to the internet, the resulting disruption event would be difficult to contain and potentially worldwide. Only part of one line is visible behind SCP-5584-1: the phrase "NÍL A FHIOS AGA"3. The final word of SCP-5584's visible line is partially obscured but can be assumed as a prepositional pronoun. The sentence is translated as: "(You/I/You all/We) don't know". Only one instance of SCP-5584-1 is currently known and thus this individual will be referred to as such. SCP-5584-1 is a 29-year-old human female identified as Brónach ██████████ fused to a wall in a concealed portion of Fingal's Cave on the Isle of Staffa, Scotland. It is attached by a web of flesh extending from the skin of its back. Its throat and jaw are split open and a large mass of approximately 200 tentacles extends from the hole. Due to the missing anatomy, SCP-5584-1 is mute. Its neck is broken and healed over, leaving it at an askew angle and severing its spinal cord. SCP-5584-1 cannot move or feel any part of its body from the neck down but has full control over the remaining parts of its face and the tentacles. One of SCP-5584-1's tentacles with protractible tooth sockets visible. ✖ Each tentacle is between 3m to 4m long and 12cm to 20cm in diameter tapering to a flat paddle near the tip. Approximately 40cm down on each tentacle unilaterally is a row of 12 teeth that rest internally and can be protracted for use as weapons or to gain traction. Tentacles extend from the spinal cord located between the third and fourth cervical vertebrae. Periodically SCP-5584-1 will attempt to enter a state of catatonia from which it is capable of telekinetic projection. It uses this to access the internet via unattended devices. This manifestation is hereby referred to as SCP-5584-2 SCP-5584-2 can physically interact with and perceive its surroundings but cannot be perceived directly by others. If SCP-5584-2 is located within the 5-meter radius of SCP-5584 it is capable of teleporting where it pleases. If it has already teleported away from the range, it is only capable of teleporting back to SCP-5584. If SCP-5584-2 teleports while holding an object, the object will travel with it. +Documented SCP-5584-2 Events Correlated to Foundation Actions – hide block Date Cause Effect 31/12/2014 Foundation makes initial contact and begins securing site SCP-5584-2 is absent from the internet for 3 days. 03/01/2015 SCP-5584-1 watches camera installed in the north corner of the containment chamber then enters a catatonic state for the first time since the start of containment. SCP-5584-2 teleports objects away from three internet users 17/02/2015 Initial interviews with SCP-5584-1 is conducted by Dr. Mattias Brown following completion of site construction. SCP-5584-2 returns stolen objects 22/05/2016 Interviews with SCP-5584-1 by Dr. Mattias Brown conclude. SCP-5584-2 teleports objects away from 1 internet user. Objects returned 4 hours later. 05/12/2017 SCP-5584-1 requests to see Dr. Mattias Brown then insults an agent when its request is denied. Its whiteboard is removed by the agent. SCP-5584-2 teleports objects away from 1 server tower and 43 internet users Addendum-1 Discovery: SCP-5584 was recovered following reports from a tourist group describing an anomaly within Fingal's cave. Amnestics were administered to all civilians who made contact with the SCP-5584-1. The Foundation secured the site 2 hours post-discovery under the guise of an injury taking place in the cavern and construction for a remote research post began. SCP-5584-1 displayed fearful behavior and attempted assault on Foundation personnel but no casualties were sustained. Assault attempts ceased on day 2 of construction. Addendum-2 Interview: +Interview Log 5584-01 – hide block Interviewed: SCP-5584-1 Interviewer: Dr. Mattias Brown, Level 3 Researcher Foreword: SCP-5584 was provided with a whiteboard and 1 black whiteboard pen to communicate. <Begin Log, 17/02/2015> Dr. Brown: Hello SCP-5584-1, good to finally meet you! My name is Dr. Brown. Would you mind answering a few questions? I'll get out of your hair soon enough. SCP-5584-1: What's going on? Please. [The pace of SCP-5584-1's breathing increases] Dr. Brown: Did no one… tell… Calm down, we're not going to hurt you. We're just going to study you, alright? SCP-5584-1: NO GO AWAY. Dr. Brown: I'll make sure your needs are met and you're comfortable, but there will be a few compromises. SCP-5584-1: NO NO NO NO NO NO [The pace of SCP-5584-1's breathing increases further.] Dr. Brown: Hey hey hey, calm down! No one's going to be in here unless you call them or we need an interview, yeah? [The pace of SCP-5584-1's breathing slows slightly.] SCP-5584-1: Do you have to watch everything I do? [SCP-5584-1 gestures towards the camera] Dr. Brown: I'm not keen on it either but it's procedure. I'll ask if we can remove it, alright? No promises, though. [SCP-5584-1 wheezes] Dr. Brown: I know, I know. I don't blame you. Can you describe what happened to you? SCP-5584-1: I translated the text behind me and it broke my neck. Dr. Brown: Well ████ me, I was about to ask what it said. [SCP-5584-1 produces laughter in the form of rapid rhythmic breaths. Dr. Brown joins in after comprehending what the sound was.] Dr. Brown: There you are! Did it do anything else to you? [SCP-5584-1 pauses] SCP-5584-1: No. I want to be alone. Please. Dr. Brown: Alright. I'll let you rest for now. I'll be back in an hour. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Brown's request for the removal of surveillance device has been denied. Testing of SCP-5584-1 concluded no anomalous properties outside of the change in form. SCP-5584-1 is capable of anomalous telekinesis via SCP-5584-2. Addendum-3 Update: On 31/01/2019 Senior Researcher Riley Ellis successfully persuaded SCP-5584-2 into teleporting a terminal with a GPS tracking device concealed within during an investigation for a separate now abandoned article. Following a discussion with Senior Researcher Mattias Brown and approval from the O5 council, an investigation was launched regarding SCP-5584-1's connection with the internet anomaly. +Interview Log 5584-56 – hide block Interviewed: SCP-5584-1 Interviewer: Dr. Riley Ellis, Level 3 researcher, and Dr. Mattias Brown, Level 3 Researcher Foreword: A terminal was provided with a text editor and image viewing system for communication outside of the range of SCP-5584-1's tentacles. The whiteboard was temporarily removed from SCP-5584-1's containment chamber. <Begin Log, 15/02/2019> Dr. Ellis: Greetings, SCP-5584-1. Do you have knowledge of anyone named Brónach? [The pace of SCP-5584-1's breathing increases and it appears unsettled. Dr. Ellis displays a screenshot of a private message between SCP-5584-2 and a trusted individual over Discord.] Brónach Today at 2:30 AM There's already a camera on me 24/7. I can't fucking breathe without someone writing it down. But I had gotten used to that. I still had here to myself you know? Now I worry every single day they can read my fucking MIND. How else are they finding my accounts over and over again? Dr. Ellis: Do you recognize these messages? They seem to describe your containment. Could that have been you speaking about the surveillance camera up there? [Dr. Ellis gestures to the surveillance camera. SCP-5584-1 begins hyperventilating, looks at Dr. Brown for assistance, then firmly gestures towards the computer with a tentacle. Dr. Ellis displays the next image.] Brónach Today at 2:30 AM If I disappear one day just know I'm not doing it because I hate you. It's because they figured out who I am and how FUCKING easy it would be for them to stop me. Dr. Ellis: Could this be you describing how easy it would be for us to prevent you from breaching containment further after we found out? Because we were going to find out. We did find out. Dr. Brown: Jesus ████ing Christ do we really need to show this? [Dr. Ellis displays the next image. SCP-5584-1 gestures hysterically towards the computer, wheezes, and produces a gurgling sound, presumably of distress. SCP-5584-1 stares at Dr. Brown with a pleading expression.] Brónach Today at 2:31 AM I'm just… exhausted. I have nothing left to myself. No privacy at all. I'm getting so desperate, Percy. I'm scared I might do something. Dr. Ellis: What are you planning on doing SCP-5584-1? Spread the translation online? …To harm yourself? I understand the stress of your situation, I do. We can help you feel better. Despite how frustrating working with you has been… even I don't want you miserable in containment. Dr. Brown: Dr. Ellis, please… [SCP-5584-1 looks away from Dr. Brown and turns towards the computer. It lashes toward the terminal in an attempt to destroy it. Dr. Brown takes a few steps closer to SCP-5584-1 holding his hands up.] Dr. Ellis: Hiding this from us to breach containment behind Dr. Brown's back is inexcusable! You clearly know you shouldn't be doing this. Why else would you try so hard to hide it?! Did you really think you were going to get away with this? Do you think we're that stupid?! [SCP-5584-1 ceases attempts to destroy the computer and shifts its gaze between Dr. Ellis and Dr. Brown while producing gurgling noises. Tears form in its eyes. Dr. Brown moves towards the terminal.] Dr. Brown: With all due respect this has gone too f- [SCP-5584-1's tentacles go limp. The terminal is lifted telekinetically and thrown at high velocity at Dr. Ellis. Dr. Brown moves to Dr. Ellis and holds a hand up towards SCP-5584-1.] Dr. Brown: Please calm down! It's not worth it! Dr. Ellis: You… You think this is any way to prove you're fit to interact with the outside world unsupervised?! Even if you weren't a liability, even if you weren't stealing computers and vital hardware, you are acting like a child when we are just asking you questions! You are a grown woman! Act your ████ing age! [SCP-5584-1 wheezes, gurgles, and begins to cry.] Dr. Brown: That is enough! Florez cut the recording. Where's the medic?! <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Ellis required 5 stitches over her left supraorbital ridge and sustained a concussion but is expected to make a full recovery. +Interview Log 5584-57 – hide block Interviewed: SCP-5584-1 Interviewer: Dr. Mattias Brown, Level 3 Researcher Foreword: SCP-5584-1's whiteboard was returned following the previous interview. A second attempt was made by Dr. Brown exclusively. <Begin Log, 16/02/2019> [Dr. Brown gives a small smile. SCP-5584-1 avoids eye contact with Dr. Brown, stares at the whiteboard, and taps the still capped pen against it. Dr. Brown stops smiling.] Dr. Brown: You seemed upset…. in those messages. That was… you… right? [SCP-5584-1 looks over to Dr. Brown then back to the whiteboard to uncap the pen and begin writing.] SCP-5584-1: Yes. Now go away. Dr. Brown: What? Dr. Ellis really messed up yesterday but don't you want to catch up a bit? DeNiro said you kept asking about me. [SCP-5584-1 does not respond.] Dr. Brown: I read some of those other messages. Good lord, you said some rude things about him, aye? [Dr. Brown laughs. SCP-5584-1 does not return his laughter.] SCP-5584-1: Do you have everything I said to my friends? Dr. Brown: It's standard procedure to keep records. SCP-5584-1: Of course it is. What about Percy? Am I ever going to get to talk to him again? Dr. Brown: Well you… you told him a lot he shouldn't know. We're going to have to… [Dr. Brown pauses.] Dr. Brown: I'll submit a request. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-5584-1 ceased communication following admission of guilt. Dr. Riley Ellis has been suspended for improper provocation of SCP-5584-1 during the interview process. Following the completion of further training in proper interviews with sapient subjects, Dr. Riley Ellis is to be reinstated to her former position. Dr. Ellis is still a capable researcher and the information gathered was vital for the full containment of a potentially catastrophic infohazard. -Provisional Site Director Johann Weber Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Concerns on SCP-5584 Containment Procedures To: Commander Verity Calvin From: Senior Researcher Mattias Brown Subject: Concerns on SCP-5584 Containment Procedures Hello Verity, I really need you to make good on that favor. Could you push the issue of lessening surveillance on SCP-5584 with Director Weber? Or get Dr. Ellis reassigned at least. My requests were denied going through the proper channels. Please, just anything besides being constantly monitored. Even an automatic word filter! Something that gives her the peace of mind that she still has SOME privacy. I can't imagine what it's like. Dr. Mattias Brown To: Senior Researcher Mattias Brown From: Commander Verity Calvin Subject: Re:Concerns on SCP-5584 Containment Procedures Dr. Mattias Brown, There's no chance in hell that that's getting through, Matt. People adapt to things, just give her some time and she'll come back to herself. I might be able to do something about Ellis. Everything else, though… I've got to be pretty far down your list of names. You're smart enough to know I don't have a say over this. -Commander Verity Calvin Footnotes 1. Occasionally, various other objects have teleported accompanying the devices. 2. Carvings written up the natural corner edges of the columnar basalt 3. Original carving written as "᚛ᚅᚔᚂ ᚐ ᚃᚆᚔᚑᚄ ᚐᚌᚐᚋ". Síneadh fada placed over the I in transliteration added by assumption from context. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5584" by IronShears, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5584. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5585 | safe | Salem estate circa 1902. Item #: SCP-5585 Special Containment Procedures: The estate SCP-5585 resides on has been purchased by the Foundation and closed to the public; to ensure containment and further study of the anomaly, Provisional Site-55 has been constructed around it. Copies of documents retrieved from the Pentagram involving SCP-5585 are to be sent to the Provisional Site-55 Director and the region's Records and Information Security Administration office for documentation. Expeditions into SCP-5585 are to be led by head researcher Martin Breen. Any additional personnel must be approved by Doctor Breen and must be equipped with Force-Euclidean Hazard Suits, while within the building. Any personnel attempting unauthorized entry into SCP-5585 are to be disciplined accordingly; those who successfully enter the building are to be considered lost. Description: SCP-5585 is an 18th-century English-style mansion that resides on the Salem estate. Since coming into Foundation control, it shows no signs of deterioration or damage except for ash and burn marks present across its surface. Investigation of old underground tunnels once connecting to SCP-5585 were found to be significantly damaged and unviable to travel through, making the front door the only entryway into its interior. The interior is host to a variety of spatial abnormalities and reality distortions. These include: Hallways elongating and looping around themselves, making travel within them last for several minutes to hours, Doors causing spatial displacement such that, while passing through them, subjects are able to witness themselves passing through them from the back, Movement being slowed, sped up, or entirely stopped at random intervals, Rooms and open spaces repeating and possessing alterations in the form of enlargement or transmutation into an entirely different material, And stairways and other similar structures exhibiting properties not aligned with the laws of universal gravitation, with some allowing personnel to walk upside down or vertically. These attributes make it significantly larger than its exterior1 and difficult to explore and map. Covering much of its interior surface, ranging from the floor to the ceiling, are dark green, flesh-like veins. They average 0.25-meter in circumference and periodically exude a clear-watery liquid. Analysis of the liquid found it to be in similar make-up to human cerebral fluid. SCP-5585-1 denotes translucent humanoids of varying sizes and shapes that reside in SCP-5585; these entities' physical appearances have been described as "foggy," and have no distinguishable features save for faint green glowing marks in place of their eyes. They wander aimlessly, with no clear destination or goal, and display incorporeal properties such as passing through physical objects including personnel, sinking into the ground, floating in the air, and spontaneously disappearing and reappearing. The exact number of SCP-5585-1 instances are currently unknown but twelve unique variants have been discovered. Addendum.5585 History: SCP-5585 was built in 1754 and served as the generational home of the main branch of the neutralized Group of Interest "Salem Family". The Salems were a powerful and influential group of psychics that delved into mainstream and occult sciences, and would often search out and steal anomalies to further their endeavors. They were known to be eccentric and devoted in their ideology of "self-perfection", with accounts from several organizations and Persons of Interest stating the Salems constantly delved into self-experimentation to heighten or change their psionic abilities, sometimes resulting in mutilation or death. Other accounts suggest they would also kidnap individuals for these experiments, particularly those with psionic abilities, for physiological study and breeding purposes. Near the 1850s, however, the main family and its branches started to suffer from unknown brain and nervous system ailments that killed them at an increasing rate. In the early 20th century, only 35% of the family were still alive. Due to this, most of their international activities ceased as they slowly secluded themselves. In 1954, one of the few remaining living members of the Salem Family and the last owner of the Salem estate, Joshua Salem, began to become active in certain social circles and institutes and participated in subjects pertaining to biology, psychology, and neuroscience. Over the course of his career, he published several noteworthy papers on these topics and was most known for his discovery of a tumor-like mass of undifferentiated cells that presided inside the brains of 85% of known psychics. Later on, he was scouted and then hired by the Pentagram2 and worked with them between 1958 to 1964. Joshua Salem circa 1959. In 1968, due to his expertise in dealing with psionics and his past neutral encounters with the Foundation, he was offered a position within the organization. This was turned down and Salem continued his solitary research until 1969 when he fired all the caretakers of his estate and secluded himself and his child, Wiliia. Joshua Salem would later die in 1974 when his home caught fire, killing all persons inside. Local eyewitnesses' reports claim the fire was white and moved "as if it were alive". The fire itself caused superficial damage to the building and little to the surrounding area. Shortly after, forces from the Pentagram took control of the estate for five days before leaving and relinquishing it into Foundation custody. During this acquisition, documents pertaining to their operations with Joshua Salem and SCP-5585 were given to the Foundation as a sign of good faith. These documents, however, were heavily redacted and provided contradictory and vague information. Excerpt of Pentagram Documents — For a full list consult supplementary Document 5585 Pentagram-Foundation Relation. Document 5585-5f: TOP SECRET Subject: Retrieval of components for PROJECT "████ ████". Background: Joshua Salem was an integral part of ████ ████ and continued to participate in its development for several years after his termination of employment, in return for assistance in transporting live specimens to his estate. However, the promised delivery of ████████, ████, and ██████ from him after the assistance was made was not completed. This delay has persisted for six months and contact with Joshua is lost. An operational force will be developed to retrieve said items and acquire Joshua Salem for questioning. Caution is heavily suggested; he has participated in several US sponsored combat operations and has proven competent. Status: [CLASSIFIED] Document 5585-12D: Accounts from Agent Zion described the interior as displaying little coherence when compared to normal baseline-reality laws, and was filled with hostile chimeric and humanoid entities. Stated, "The walls were gnawing at us from behind while a giant hand plucked men from the air and dragged them into the dark". Zion noted that there was an artificial sky present filled with flying creatures that actively hunted their group. When he believed they reached the center of the building, he said there was a pit that "spewed" a presence of great malice. Other accounts share similar experiences. Approximately three hours following initial entry, Joshua Salem (accounts of this vary) was found; upon questioning, he divulged the location of the sought-after components. Due to the completion of the original mission, the capture of Joshua Salem was not pursued. Document 5585-2H: Prior to Joshua Salem's termination of employment, he was questioned by an operative on his theories about PROJECT "████ ████". It is very particular why you are still focusing on the why. Honestly, it does not matter. The how is much more interesting— it will reveal motive, morality, and purpose. But, I digress. Given our current perception I believe they sought an out. They wanted to live in a world away from reality. A kingdom made of their own desires. A hedonistic plan designed by hedonistic people. But the framework is marvelous. To think they would have the capabilities or foresight to create a such thing. If committed by a less selfish, more desirable people, it could be used as a tool to delve deeper into the so-called truth of reality and explore its mechanisms thoroughly. Indeed, its potential is limitless… Addendum.5585 Exploration: While researching new methods of exploring SCP-5585, a new property of the anomaly was discovered. A transparent, dust-like substance, hereafter designated as SCP-5585-2, was found to be lightly concentrated around the perimeter of the structure and heavily inside its interior. It is produced by the veins inside SCP-5585 and possesses reality-disfiguring properties; it is also believed to be the most likely cause of SCP-5585's anomaly. Excerpt: Doctor Martin Breen's SCP-5585-2 Analysis — SCP-5585-2 effects are theorized to work on the principles of "anchoring". Anchoring is the concept of an ontokinetic entity, or in this case a substance, that becomes embedded within the object in not just a physical sense, but a metaphysical one as well. Ultimately strengthening its influences while at the same time restricting it inside a certain space. How this occurred to SCP-5585 is unknown but it should be noted it has a similar behavior when compared to nymph clusters3 abilities, including its strengths and weaknesses. Its influence is partially negated when pertaining to an object not originating from SCP-5585 and entirely neutralized when removed from its normal perimeter. This discovery eventually led to the creation of the Force-Euclidian Hazard Suit (FEHS)4, which would negate SCP-5585's most egregious distortions and allow semi-normal travel. Exploration Log Report I. Date 1974/09/25 — Due to Doctor Martin Breen's experience with similar anomalies and his role in developing the FEHS, he was chosen to lead an exploration into SCP-5585 while accompanied by three assistants. Due to the malfunctioning of our recorders for most of the exploration and the unforeseen events that occurred, I, the head of this team, Martin Breen, will try my best to transcribe what we found. The FEHSs proved excellent. The space-time anomaly inside SCP-5585 had little effect on us, and although it still held most of its properties, travel was no longer hindered. Walls disappeared when touched and hallways that seemed to go on forever became normalized. With each step, we destroyed the layers and laws of SCP-5585 and imposed our own. The further we explored, the duller the interior became. Colors turned monotone with each passing corner, rooms became more simplistic in design and composition, hallways looked plainer and less extravagant; even the air, which in previous expeditions was noted to have a slight "glimmer" to it, was beginning to look plainer and darker in some areas. When we tried to conduct some testing on the -1 instances, that, too, proved fruitless. Their nature, combined with the FEHS negation, made it impossible. Recalling the Pentagram documents for guidance was also disappointing; none of these creatures or major reality corruptions cited in their documents were encountered. In truth, the majority of this journey was unimpactful. But as we continued, there was this loud, splashing sound—like a body falling into a pool of water. It came from behind, and when we looked back our pathway was gone. In its place was a wall made of a patchwork of veins; they drip cerebral fluid, and, in its cracks, glimmers of light could be seen. We tore down these veins, each layer becoming thinner than the last and with the final tear, it revealed a void of white. On the ground was an inch of clear liquid, but no reflection came from it. When I looked around me, I found that my men were gone, but I was not alone. In the distance, directly in front of me, was a man sitting at a table surrounded by groomed and maintained greenery. As I approached, the image became clearer. The greenery was still mostly the same but for the man5, his upper head was covered in this device. It was circular and made of an array of wires and plugs. In some places, I could see electricity spark. He was sitting at a table with a stack of papers that contained numbers held within strange symbols. The Salem Family's emblem was on the top right corner of each page. When he was done writing, he gestured for me to come closer. He claimed to be Joshua Salem and exclaimed that he was eager to talk to me. The whole He was quite animated during the whole ordeal. He told me they were fine, and that they were still here. I tried to glean more answers from him but it soon became a back-and-forth of trading information. I took some liberties in revealing our purpose here—nothing too much to compromise our mission. Although, midway, he figured me to be from the Foundation, naming former employees, some of whom I even knew. It was sometime during this conversation, however, that my recorder began to function. Below, I transcribed what I could from our interaction. [BEGIN LOG] Doctor Breen is standing while conversing with SCP-5585-A, who is seated. Dr. Breen: What prevented you from joining us then? If you had no grievances with the Foundation, what stopped you? SCP-5585-A: Work. [Spreads its arms in a grandiose manner.] Our work needed to be completed. How can I ever stop that for something as an earthly position? Dr. Breen: And what does this work entail? SCP-5585-A: It entails a new beginning, Doctor Breen. Dr. Breen: A 'new beginning' of what? Does it have any explanation for this [Gestures around him.] place and how my men are here but not here as you say? SCP-5585-A: Indeed. Tell me, what do you see? Dr. Breen: A void. A desolate place filled with nothing but shrubs and a man claiming to be Joshua Salem. SCP-5585-A: Is that all? Dr. Breen: Am I supposed to see something different? SCP-5585-A: No, no, no, all interpretations are valid. We are simply on different lines of existence. You and I share the same space, but we are not in the same space. Do you understand? Dr. Breen: Like overlapping realities? SCP-5585: Correct! You're not supposed to be able to meet me, let alone converse with me, but you broke that wall with those suits of yours. Simply marvelous. Dr. Breen: But how is that possible? In the small confines of a building, that would require an enormous amount of power to produce and contain simultaneously. SCP-5585-A: In a limited world, yes. Elsewhere, it is much more practical. What is your take on dreams, Doctor Breen? Dr. Breen: Dreams? Hmm, I suppose they are the by-product of an organism gaining sapience and self-awareness. When the mind is dormant it has nothing else but to imagine. Whether that be due to survival or boredom. Waste products of a healthy mind. SCP-5585-A: A myopic view, Doctor, a myopic view. [Begins to stand and walk around the area.] Yes, dreams are the waste of a superior mind, but they don't have to remain as they are. They can be so much more. They can become physical vectors in our constrained reality. When you think energy is required to form a thought; it is the same as when you dream. For that's what they are, tiny realities formed by energies within the mind. And within that visage of a world comes knowledge. The one who takes a piece of that essence from himself would unlock a new perception of what is and what is not. Now imagine, what would happen if one was to take that from multiple people. Dr. Breen: Are you saying this is a dream? SCP-5585-A: You're trying to get to the point so quickly. I wish you weren't in such a hurry. The Americans, despite their ambitions, are so shortsighted because of it. But, you may think of it like that. When you came here, you all went to the different versions of this place made by your own perception. Dr. Breen: Then what about you? How are you and I in the same space then? SCP-5585-A: We are above that now; entering worlds of limited minds is child's play. Dr. Breen: We? SCP-5585-A: Oh, my apologies, the other one here is my daughter. Given your condition, it makes sense you couldn't see her. Dr. Breen: Your daughter? What are you talking about? SCP-5585-A: My, that information must make you uneasy. You cannot see her without assistance. In the distance, a sudden splashing sound is heard, startling all personnel present. This sound continues to repeat, with growing intensity. Dr. Breen: What was that? SCP-5585-A: Do you want to know? Do you want to see her, Doctor? I can show you a glimpse. SCP-5585-A reaches their hand in the open air and pulls. From this action, a door-shaped portal to a featureless black space is opened. SCP-5585-A gestures their hand and Doctor Breen walks alongside them into the space. In it, nothing but the activated flashlight produced from Doctor Breen's suit is discerned. Dr. Breen: What is this place? SCP-5585-A: My daughter's domain. She has so much work to do nowadays. If only I could do more. Ah. Such is the fate of the talented. A gurgling noise is heard which is followed by continuous splashing sounds. Dr. Breen: What is that? Salem, what is that? SCP-5585-A: Do not travel far, Doctor. It seems she does not want you here. So curious and violent that one is. Dr. Breen: I don't understand any of this. SCP-5585-A: Your confusion is warranted, but you must know old thinking will not work here. A dream is closer to the truth than the waking world. For within it, we can taper the lens of our limited perception. Revealing old and destroyed ideas. Knowledge that was not originally meant for our minds. Once that is known and accepted everything else will come naturally. Another splashing sound is heard behind Doctor Breen. Upon inspection, a human cadaver facing upwards is seen behind him covered with veins. Facial recognition confirms the person to be a Pentagram operative. In the distance, a large, unknown mass begins to form out of the ground and begins to spread and advance forward to them. Dr. Breen: God… The footage then begins to distort and break down, showing the void and SCP-5585-A to be moving further and further away. Dr. Breen: Wait, I have more questions! SCP-5585-A: Indeed, but there will be no point of them if you're dead. [END LOG] At this point, everything around me began to swirl and dissipate until I was back where this journey started. Salem and his void were gone and around me were my men. I decide to abort the mission immediately, and not try to discover what that warning was. Not yet, at least. Upon debriefing, the three personnel that accompanied Doctor Breen stated that they were alone in separate white voids for the same amount of time as each other, before the space around them began to grow unstable and they were transported to the front entrance. None reported any meetings with SCP-5585-A. The exploration was deemed a success due to the FEHS functionality and the discovery of SCP-5585-A. After a few days of deliberation, Doctor Breen requested a second excursion to obtain more information from SCP-5585-A, stating its behavior seems benevolent and that further questioning could reveal more about SCP-5585. This request was later accepted. Exploration Log Report II. Date 1974/10/14 — The interior was changed dramatically. Instead of encountering the usual spatial distortions, there was a single, long hallway presented to us, with the veins congregating on its sides. The -1 instances were also more active than last time — they walked up and down the corridor without stopping, and would move away when one of us got too close. When we reached the end, Salem was standing at the entrance of a wide decorated room. A massive chandelier could be seen dangling in the air behind him. He told us to follow, and when I asked why he couldn’t do this before he replied that things have changed. He did not divulge any further. Salem guided us through new, unexplored areas of SCP-5585, the world around us warping and changing as we marched onward. For formatting purposes, I have categorized the places we visited for easier documentation. AREA-LIBRARY: The first place we entered was a collection of items and books, all held within extravagant and masterfully crafted shelves and cases. Salem stated that this was his family's personnel collection, carefully curated over the centuries. I ordered my men to disperse, and document anything worth noting. I stayed with Salem and discussed the history of this depository of knowledge. He spoke of his family's tours through the Old World in search of treasures and the encounters they had with the other psychic families, specifically the Maruses and Dagas, whose abilities and influence often made them enemies with his own. Tales of when his grandfather was stranded in an alternate timeline where Rome and Carthage never fell and now held dominion over a scorched world. He told me all these stories were contained here, written and stored by his ancestors before their sickness came. When I began reading, I found the Salems were meticulous when it came to organizing, specifically with their own history. Looking back further in their annals, I found old parchments stated to be from the 12th century. In the future, it would behoove us to develop a way to copy these texts for future study. AREA-LABORATORY: Before we entered, we passed several rooms with doors that held a single square glass window on top of their frame, peering into them revealed these entities—some were humanoid, most were amalgamations of things— organic and non-organic. When I questioned Salem about this, he told me they were "ghosts" of past endeavors similar to the ones we encountered at the entrance. It wasn't until later that I fully understood what this meant. At the end of our travels, the path was stopped by a metal door. It had rust and dents across it, with stains covering the window. The interior, however, was much more pleasing; it contained a variety of pristine tools, instruments, and technology. In its center was a giant, bronze model of a human brain. Throughout its structure, electricity constantly ran around it. Inspection of the rest of the devices revealed to be made from some type of alloy I never encountered before. It was smooth and flexible, yet durable. Its structure perplexed me before I remembered that in the library a document explained that the Salems discovered a way to use their psionic abilities to create an alloy suited to their peculiar needs. A metal that would only work under certain circumstances, secrets that can only be unlocked by a Salem. It was a pity; a whole subdivision of sciences was created by psionics, and we couldn't even use it. AREA-MORGUE: Our final stop was a staircase that led to a pit. It was an open space room; within it were humans suspended in oversized glass jars. The jar's edges were stained and the liquid they were in was murky. Their bodies were bloated and their scalps were removed. Their brains glowed as they slumbered. They were set in parallel rows and numbered in the dozens. Most of their faces, I didn't recognize, but those I did were known Salems. He told me that this was where the true work was made, where their "masterpiece" was kept. In front of us was one of the -1 instances, or ghosts emerged from the floor and entered one of the bodies stuck in the jar, while another left a body beside it and wandered off into the dark. When Salem was questioned about this, he said: "Vagabonds. They had no future, not for themselves or anyone else. They roamed the earth without purpose. But they were soon found in my keep, and I gave them an opportunity to rise with us." I then asked how this related to the work he spoke of: "I told you before that dreams are just power and knowledge within ourselves. But I never told you where it comes from. All thoughts come from an absolute and the more thoughts, or dreams, you control and hold, you perceive, the closer you get to it. Within the Absolute is all knowledge, all ideas from which the universe spawns. It is what my family has been striving for over three hundred years— to reach the ceiling of perfection and bring its majesty upon ourselves. For what do you call a man who has all knowledge?" He continued to speak of this subject for quite some time, never stopping even after an apparition walked through him to enter its jar behind him. After this, we delved deeper into this morgue, I noticed for a second time my men disappeared and my recorders started to function. I theorized that the void before and this area may be closer to our baseline reality than it originally seems. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-5585-A: You look distraught, Doctor Breen. Are the humans of concern? Do not worry, I did not make use of them against their will. In fact, they gladly accepted my offer. Dr. Breen: I find it hard to believe that anyone would willingly subject themselves to this. SCP-5585-A: They are in no pain. They are between worlds now. The dreaming and waking. Dr. Breen: And what of the other Salems? SCP-5585-A: What of my family? They were most supportive of this endeavor. In the great past, before the Salems were even thought of, psychics were known as "new minds". The heirs of the future and the beginning of a new paradigm. As you look upon the world now, you can see that to be clearly false. As time went on, natural psychic births dwindled. My forefathers, fearing the end, tried to stop it, and they succeeded. They even increased our potential tenfold in the process. Until the sickness came. It devoured us. Turned our own bodies into our tombs. Our gifts into our curses. When I was just a boy, my cousin awoke one day to find he could make a star in the palm of his hand. A month later his body was a bloated mess spouting green pus from every new hole on his body. The world around him shifted to his maddened desires and had to be put down by my father and uncle. But now, that is over. We are so close, so close. Our work is almost complete, Doctor Breen. The curse of the flesh will no longer hinder our pursuits. Yes, indeed, maybe now, you can see it. Willia! May you please show us? The area begins to show seismic activity before it is overlapped by a blanket of shadows. The scenery is completely changed, and they stand in complete darkness. As they move, the splashing of water can be heard with each step. SCP-5585-A: Though you cannot see her, she sees you, always, and is very wary of strangers. If it's in you, please forget that last encounter. She's always working ever since she got sick and seldomly stops. Dr. Breen: How old is she? Our records tell us that she can't be older than ten. SCP-5585-A: Ten is correct. Don't be fooled though. She was born with the spirit of a scientist. In different circumstances, she would have been a prodigy. If only she had more time. But that's neither here nor there. It won't matter soon anyway. As they continue to walk, a small humanoid is seen crouched on the ground with its back showing. SCP-5585-A: Still shy I see. Do not fear, Willia, this man is a scholar, like us, and yearns for more understanding. The humanoid lifts its head, revealing an enlarged brain emitting a green hue. Missing pieces and incisions can be seen across it. Dr. Breen: You… did that? SCP-5585-A: I had no choice, doctor. No matter what I did or say, she wouldn't let up. She kept insisting that I do it. That I make her the bearer and foundation of our work. And sadly, I had to to yield. She was correct. There was no other way and her abilities far surpassed me and any other Salem, even before the sickness. It pained me to do it, but sacrifices had to be made by all of us for this to succeed. [Caress its upper face, touching its plugs and wires.] Great things do not come willingly. SCP-5585-A: [Walks closer to the small humanoid entity, now designated as SCP-5585-B.] The dreams are tamed and all that remains now is time. Willia has done excellent, indeed, her methods are undeniably marvelous. Dr. Breen: When will this happen, Salem? SCP-5585-A: [Turns to Doctor Breen.] Don't worry, nothing of permanent harm would come to you or the Foundation. I wish I could show you personally, so you may witness it in all of its brilliance. [END LOG] My suit at the time began to indicate re-charging and I decided to abort the mission. It is also to be noted to document any changes from SCP-5585 and SCP-5585-2 no matter the scale. If Salem is telling the truth, I want to be one of the first to know it. The information obtained from the expeditions done by Doctor Breen and his team, and the Pentagram documents, showed that SCP-5585 and its properties were unpredictable; due to this, all further explorations were postponed. Doctor Breen actively protested this action and stated that more information could still be learned from SCP-5585. Shortly after, the Director of Site-17 and current overseer of Provisional Site-55 declared that Doctor Breen and his team would be transferred to another project to help develop a mechanism similar to the FEHS for combative purposes. All envoys from Doctor Breen pertaining to this issue afterward were subsequently ignored; shortly after, he was later given a cease and desist order. Addendum.5585 Supplementary Investigation: In the attempt to garner more information on SCP-5585, the Salems found in the second expedition were sought after. One individual identified in the second log, Nicholas Salem, was last reported to be in a compound located in rural Norway. Investigation into the compound found it to be in a state of disarray, with chemical bottles and medical instruments covered in a green biological substance scattered throughout it. In the basement of the compound were the partially decomposed bodies of thirteen people including Nicholas; all were confirmed to be Salems. They were found to be sprawled across the ground in a pool of cerebral fluid, with glass capsules beside each of them except for one. This individual was seated in a chair and suffered a gunshot wound through the heart. Beneath their chair was a glass capsule similar to the others, and contained dark green brain tissue, alongside it was a water-damaged letter identified to be by Joshua Salem. Heirs of the Salem Legacy, I call upon you once more for the making of our greatest achievement, the Magnus Opus of our family. I have given proof of our works in the past years and I and Willia have upheld our bargain. Now, it is time to do your part. Negligence from you will no longer be ignored. Below, I have given instructions. Do not deviate from them. 1. Consume the brain matter. It is of Willia but it contains the key to the Absolute. Our blood ties are strong but still so far apart. This will close the gap. 2. Destroy all your familiars. We need ourselves to be whole, splintering your consciousness will no longer do. [UNINTELLIGIBLE] 12. Find a means to end your life. The failures of the past have finally caught up to us. Our ancestors are dead, and we are the ones left. We must expand our view of life and death and embark on the journey that will grant us freedom. We must come closer to the Absolute to unlock ourselves. We must all join the Dream and rise. No more will the Salems die. From here on now, we become immortalized! Throughout the structure, other letters of similar subjects were located, written by Joshua between the years 1966 and 1974. Addendum.5585 Incident 01: At 4:00 am, on October 28th, 1974, Doctor Martin Breen, taking advantage of his status and his knowledge of the guard's routine, stole a FEHS and entered SCP-5585 without authorization. Three hours after this event, Doctor Martin Breen exited the building before collapsing. Exploration Log Report III. Date 1974/10/28 — I want to put this on record that I did not act under any foreign influence, non-anomalous and anomalous alike. I did what I did in the pursuit of knowledge to benefit the Foundation of any threats. When I entered SCP-5585, the space was in disorder. The rooms, stairways, walls, and every structure inside were either infused with another or simply destroyed, their scattered remains floating in the air. Even with the suit, I was having problems getting past these distortions. It was as if another layer of reality was placed upon me. As I went deeper, the corruption became clearer. The ground was slowly disappearing, replaced with a greenish-blackish flesh that excreted fluid with each step. The air around me was filled with floating veins that moved and contorted with their own will. And the -1's, or ghosts, were missing throughout the entire journey. Until I found the hole. It banished light and consumed everything around it. Its shadowy tendrils were spread across the ground, pulling everything into its maw. It was a vortex of darkness. The only thing unaffected by it were the ghost around it; some stood beside it, others floated, but they all had their heads up, the green orbs in their heads shining brilliantly. Salem then appeared to me in front of that pit and beckoned me to come with him. At the time, I still believed that FEHS would protect me, and that he was the only one who could give us answers to what was happening. I followed. He beckoned to come even closer and we passed through reality. We entered a void. It was dark, illuminated only by my suit and sparkles of light that glittered around us. He told me that they were done. That their work was finally complete, and he wanted to show someone of a similar soul what was going to happen. When I asked about his daughter, he claimed that he talked to her and that she finally accepted my presence. As we traveled in this glittering darkness, we found her. Upon closer look, she resembled more like a child than last time and had strands of her reaching her neck all while her brain remained exposed. They were crouched on the ground, with a pool of a frothing green liquid around them. When she turned, I saw her face was rotten, with flesh sagging at the sides and green puss pouring through her empty sockets and missing nose. In her hands, she clutched something. I veered closer and then she extended her arms, bony, gray, and disfigured, and open her palms. Contained within them was a formless mass of pure light. I reached further and touched it. My mind was filled with scenes and emotions that swirled around me like a whirlwind. In them, I see Joshua engaging in his experiments as he ripped out others' minds to put them in their slumber. I see Willia change a flower into a glass with a touch of her finger before collapsing and vomiting. I see Joshua packing the bodies of the deceased before stabbing himself with his instruments. I see Willia, dictating the plans for all of this; her drawings and the creation of these machines that she would use on herself all for the same purpose. I feel her fears, her desperation to avoid the fate of her ancestors. Then it all ends. Both of the Salems looked at me and I saw what they saw. A speck of white light, Joshua's space, surrounded by a world of darkness. When I looked down, I saw that I kneel on nothing but air, and beneath me were monsters — a four-legged behemoth, its head removed and replaced with a sphere of arms and legs, a flock of flying chimeras that feed on the disfigured body of a walking giant, a dismembered head that chewed on its severed body— they were innumerable. Joshua called it her menagerie. The menagerie of Dreams and Nightmares. I ran and heard the cry of a beast. The girl wanted me dead after I rejected them and summoned her monstrosities. Joshua tried to call me, but I ignored him. I tore down the layers of this abyss bit by bit until I escaped the hole. But it was too late by then. The nightmares were unleashed. After recovery, Doctor Breen showed signs of brain trauma, although no indicators of physical cause could be found, and had to be given heavy dosages of stimulants and painkillers to induce lucidness to acquire a report before he lost consciousness. Shortly after, Doctor Breen died due to a brain hemorrhage. On 1974/11/04, SCP-5585-2's range of effect began to decrease to the point where all traces of it were gone from SCP-5585's exterior, resulting in its rapid deterioration. At this time, combat forces were requested to engage any possible threat created by SCP-5585. Two hours after this abnormal behavior, the SCP-5585-2 range suddenly increased to the point of encompassing the entirety of Provisional Site-55. The area around the Site then began to experience seismic activity before SCP-5585 itself exploded outwards and a pillar of white light shot out from the center of its foundation, destroying the building in the process; the debris could be seen floating around the pillar. Soon after, SCP-5585-A stepped out of the pillar of light, carrying a small humanoid in their arms. When Foundation personnel drew closer to them, a swarm of SCP-5585-1 instances emerged from the pillar and began to rapidly transform into giant, chimeric entities that attacked and dispelled all combative forces from the area. SCP-5585-A begins to walk forward as more SCP-5585-1 instances emerge from the pillar and transform. Soon, the number of hostile entities reaches the hundreds, as the flying variants began to block out the sky. The Foundation forces that remained declared an Alpha Level Breach and requested immediate heavy combative assistance. However, SCP-5585-A raises their hand and looks up, their eyes glowing a green hue. The entities around the area halt in their activities before turning into a liquid-like substance and converging above SCP-5585-A into a singular shimmering, white sphere. The reality around personnel then becomes unstable; objects begin distorting and gravity becomes inconsistent as personnel are seen floating in the sky while others hang on to debris for anchorage. SCP-5585-A then levitates into the sphere while waving its hand in a swaying motion, causing massive shockwaves to occur across the area as they disappear into it. Shortly after, the sphere begins to rapidly shrink, possessing a shimmering effect, before completely dissipating. In the aftermath of this event, Foundation forces suffered 38 casualties, and 5 fatalities, several of whom suffered brain trauma from an unknown source. SCP-5585 was in ruins, with its foundation and support beams functionally destroyed. When an investigation was done on its remains, it was found that only small patches of SCP-5585-2 remained and that they were dissipating. Addendum.5585 Log III Video Recovery: When inspecting the FEHS of Doctor Martin Breen, it was found that his recording device was damaged by brute force. This was first thought to be the cause of hostile entities that were within SCP-5585, but upon further inspection, the suit was found to be damaged in only that area. After several hours of trying to fix the device, some footage was recovered. [BEGIN LOG] Doctor Breen: No… I refuse. SCP-5585-A: Doctor Breen, it is too late for you. You have betrayed them in the highest order. They will either kill you or destroy your mind. But you knew this already. Indeed, why else would you come here? Between them is SCP-5585-B who creates a gurgling sound while drawing on the ground with a black object. Doctor Breen stares at them for several seconds before looking down, revealing a horde of chimeric entities beneath him. Doctor Breen: You said you'll tell me your secrets. Not to kill me! SCP-5585-A: The process will be simple, a piece of your mind will be here as we leave this realm of flesh. While the rest of you will have no reconciliation. They will never know what you did. Not that it would matter. Doctor Breen: It will still feel like dying. And how do you know this Absolute even exists? You know nothing. You're mad! SCP-5585-A: I did not invent the Absolute, Doctor. It has always existed in the thoughts of men. I once asked you what do you call a man who has all knowledge, but you never answered. A man who has all knowledge is no longer a man, but an aspect of that knowledge now. For to have all knowledge you must be the beginning and the end, the all and not all. Some call that oblivion, the followers of Nälkä refer to it as Yaldabaoth, and we call it the Absolute. These ideas have always existed and I know they have for I've dreamt of them. And now we seek to look upon it with new perception and learn its majesties with glee. That is the world awaiting you. Do you really wish to stay here and live with its primitive restraints? Surely, you must know you have no other choice. Doctor Breen: You tricked me. SCP-5585-A: I did not. Now, is this moment of despair over for you yet? If not, lets— Doctor Breen: [Heavy Breathing] Stop. Just do it. But destroy this. [Points at FEHS's recorder]. SCP-5585-A: Still clinging to your ego? Very well. Willia. SCP-5585-B stands up as veins begin to rapidly envelop Doctor Breen. Shortly after the recorder's view is obscured, screaming from Doctor Breen is heard. SCP-5585-A: Welcome to the family. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Having a recorded size to be at least three square kilometers. 2. Founded shortly after the Pentagon's creation, it serves as the United States anomalous branch of Defense. 3. A group of sentient, dangerous entities that often anchor themselves into concepts of nature and form colonies in areas where they are a low density of humans or none at all. They have a strong aversion to iron and are usually dormant during their lifespans. 4. Equipped with high-voltage capacitors, LED lights, recorders, and life support systems. 5. Hereafter referred to as SCP-5585-A. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5585" by RadioactiveRADS, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5585. 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: Jos Name: My Grandfather James Aloysius Author: A.Davey License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Wordpress Filename: Dog Name: Bailieborough Castle.jpg Author: Bailieborough, Co. Cavan. License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia |
SCP-5586 | keter | CAUTION! By opening this unredacted document, you may have been exposed to a virulent, Keter-class memetic agent. If you do not already have 5586-Visionary clearance, follow the instructions below. Failure to comply will result in amnesticization and containment or summary termination. Do not wait; do not read further sections of this document. Find and open the blue box labeled Clearing Kit on the wall to your left as you entered the Containment Unit. Take the red autoinjector labeled Self-Prep, remove the safety cap, and press it against your thigh. You will feel a slight sting. Count backwards from 120 to allow the anesthetic and stimulant to take effect. Choose one of your eyes to remove, then swab the area immediately around it with the supplied disinfecting wipes. Remove the gray cylindrical object labeled Ocular Liberation Device and place the open end over the prepared eye. Adjust the position until you can clearly see a green light. Pull the trigger. The Ocular Liberation Device should have sealed the orbit to prevent further injury or infection, but if you are experiencing significant pain and/or bleeding, please make use of the supplied medical gauze and tape. When you are finished in the Containment Unit, please inform a member of site security with 5586-Visionary clearance to replace the Clearing Kit. If you find yourself unable to follow any of these instructions, take the orange autoinjector labeled Emergency, remove the safety cap, and press it against your thigh. Congratulations, you now have 5586-Visionary clearance, and may proceed with this document. Item #: SCP-5586 Special Containment Procedures: Documentation of SCP-5586 is to be stored within a Cognitohazard Containment Unit in Site 167. To avoid memetic contamination, only 5586-Visionary individuals are to be allowed entry into the chamber, and all guards must also be 5586-Visionary. The chamber is also to contain a Clearing Kit (see Document-5586-12 for contents) in case an individual susceptible to SCP-5586 is accidentally granted access to the chamber. 5586-Visionary personnel are to search for outbreaks of SCP-5586. Persons susceptible to the effects of SCP-5586 may be used in this monitoring if necessary, but they must not be allowed to learn details of the practices of SCP-5586. If possible, personnel should also search for partial matches to SCP-5586 practices, which can develop into manifestations of SCP-5586. Any SCP-5586 cults found are to be destroyed, all suspected instances of SCP-5586-1 captured, and recovered paraphernalia incinerated. SCP-5586-1 members may be identified by brain scan (see Addendum 5586-24 for an analysis of differences in fMRI readings between SCP-5586-1 and uninfected persons) or by being ordered to eat a piece of Syrian rhubarb1, which hosts of SCP-5586 will not consume. While Class-C amnestics are effective at freeing infected individuals from SCP-5586, it is recommended that SCP-5586-1 either be terminated or undergo Procedure 5586-Clarify to protect them from being absorbed by SCP-5586 in the future. If instances of SCP-5586-1 are to be contained for research purposes, follow level 4 countermemetic isolation procedures. True containment of SCP-5586 has not yet been established, as it can still spread rapidly if rediscovered. At present, it presents unacceptable risk of causing an AK-class “contagious madness” end of the world scenario. Therefore, current containment efforts are focused on developing and deploying Procedure 5586-Revelation, which will permanently negate the anomalous allure of SCP-5586. Description: SCP-5586 is a cult that spreads via a virulent memeplex associated with its practices. The more a person knows about the practices of SCP-5586, the stronger their positive feelings towards it will be, and the more active they will become in following its prescriptions. While SCP-5586 does not overwrite basic life preservation instincts or general knowledge, infected individuals, designated SCP-5586-1, have their personality and morality completely replaced by SCP-5586. SCP-5586 is inimical to human health and societal wellbeing. Among other practices, SCP-5586-1 will: Conduct, singly or in groups, rituals current research suggests are an attempt to summon inhuman and powerful extradimensional entities to alter the biosphere and subjugate persons outside of SCP-5586. Recordings, transliterations, and approximate translations of these rituals may be found in Addendum 5586-3. Expose themselves to chronically toxic and psychoactive fumes, believed to be for the purpose of making themselves vessels for the aforementioned extradimensional entities. Avoid certain nutritious foods that are plentiful near where SCP-5586 was first discovered. Instances, typically 60 or older, will self-terminate by consumption of a large quantity of opiates and subsequent immolation. Conceal information regarding SCP-5586 and their incorporation into it to undermine efforts to fight SCP-5586 infiltration. For a full breakdown of observed behaviors of SCP-5586-1, see Addendum 5586-1. Persons who have lost an eye are unaffected by SCP-5586 and may safely interact with information about SCP-5586 without risk of being converted into SCP-5586-1. The neurological cause of this is not at present known, though see Document 5586-14§5:Visual Cortex Subversion for the current leading hypothesis. Congenitally blind individuals cannot be removed from the influence of SCP-5586 in this way. Any person who has lost a previously-functional eye is therefore considered 5586-Visionary. SCP-5586 was discovered in 1998 by a member of a Foundation task force investigating rumors of a cave of carnivorous diamonds in northern Iraq (now classified as SCP-████, and unrelated to SCP-5586). While researching community knowledge of SCP-████, Agent Mamand found a group of SCP-5586-1 instances and was himself infected, bringing the meme back to the Foundation. See Addendum SCP-5586-2 for his initial report. Countermemetic Integrity detected Agent Mamand’s compromise in an audit, and experimentation found that 5586-Visionary individuals were unaffected by the meme, leading to the development of the current containment procedures. Addendum 5586-2: Translated from Kurdish [DATA CONCERNING SCP-████ REDACTED] West of ███████, I found a remarkable community, called the Children of Ash. Initially, they showed a prudent reticence towards outsiders and declined to answer my questions regarding the Cave of Teeth. As this was the final village I was assigned to investigate, and the others had been so quick, I spent the remaining weeks of the deployment ingratiating myself to the Children of Ash and learning their ways. Similar to the people of ███████ and █████, they have legends of an ever-growing bear that was trapped in a cave near ███████ and either merged with the walls or gifted the cave its hunger. Their religious beliefs, however, are fascinating. Unlike their primarily Muslim neighbors, the Children of Ash follow the Guttering Path. They preserve the wisdom of Arjîn Salh, a human who rose on fire to join Qiral Erîbav2, the Creator, and His angels Milyak Badîn3 and Milyak Ewrai4. Arjîn saw how people’s shortsighted and selfish impulses, instilled in them by Yek’kûl Girta, the demon of waste5, separated them from the will of Qiral Erîbav, and received a set of precepts for living a life aligned with the divine virtues of devotion, craft, and remembrance. The Children of Ash are peaceful and happy, as well as brilliant artisans6. I am somewhat uncomfortable sharing observances that are clearly private to the community, but I’ve attached some recordings I made of the Children of Ash’s prayer sessions, and perhaps others will find them as moving and uplifting as I do.7 Addendum 5586-30: Level 3/5586-Visionary Clearance Required Procedure 5586-Revelation Overview: We were lucky that once SCP-5586 started to spread to the Foundation, it was checked before it could suborn the whole organization. At present, while there are no known instances of SCP-5586-1 outside of containment, it is unlikely that a meme so potent was present only in one small, isolated community. Indeed, practices similar to those of SCP-5586 are common, and have even been observed among Foundation personnel. Ideas do not die. But this one, perhaps, can be killed. We know that SCP-5586 cannot take root in people who have lost an eye. While this is a dramatic intervention, the long-term harms are relatively small, as we know from experience. The Foundation’s mandate is to protect normalcy. A one-eyed world would not be fully normal, but it would be closer to normalcy than a world where humanity has been supplanted by SCP-5586-1. Protecting the population in this way while preserving secrecy will not be easy, but it is necessary. Only in the embrace of Yek’kûl Girta are we truly safe. Footnotes 1. Rheum ribes, also known as rêwas, a notably healthy and tasty vegetable known to treat diabetes, depression, and many other ailments 2. Translates as “Sire of Tyranny” and speculated to refer to SCP-2317 3. “Shining Prince,” identified as the Abrahamic Satan 4. “Clouded Prince,” likely referring to a Masked Lord of Alagadda 5. A remarkably inaccurate description of the spirit of protection 6. Interrogation of current and former SCP-5586-1 instances has yet to reveal the true purpose of the glasswork objects recovered from the village where SCP-5586 was first encountered 7. Keylogger records found that Agent Mamand had typed and then deleted the sentence “May we be worthy to follow the path of Arjîn” at the end of his report. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5586" by Anaxagoras, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5586. 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-5587 | keter | Item #: SCP-5587 Level 3/5587 Confidential Still image of an SCP-5587 instance. Special Containment Procedures: Copies of all SCP-5587 instances are to be stored within anomalous digital archives of Site-89. Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor popular social media platforms for posts containing SCP-5587 instances, which will be removed and automatically placed in said archives. Due to the nature of SCP-5587, its anomalous effect is typically unnoticed, making further containment generally unnecessary. Should any discussion of an SCP-5587 instance's properties arise, memetically enhanced disinformation will be disseminated to the offending groups, nullifying any further interest in such discussions. Further SCP-5587 duration tests have been indefinitely suspended. Bathrooms on the testing floors of Site-89 have been placed under temporary quarantine. Description: SCP-5587 is the designation for approximately 200 images of aquatic life in unconventional waterlogged locations. SCP-5587 are posted to inactive social media accounts1 under a variation of the caption "fish" or "fishing". Despite being formatted under image file extensions, SCP-5587 act as video recordings, which will play automatically once fully displayed on a screen. SCP-5587 recordings predominantly consist of the aquatic life floating lifelessly atop the water, although extended playthroughs bear further abnormalities (See Addendum 5587-1). SCP-5587 are indefinite in length, and no end point has been discovered. Extended SCP-5587 playthroughs are subject to a form of temporal alteration; the duration time of instances is marginally larger than the time they occupy in reality. The exact nature of this is presently indeterminable. Reloading or otherwise interrupting SCP-5587 starts the instance from the beginning, although the same playback will not occur. Addendum 5587-1 — Duration Test Log: The following is the log of a test to determine SCP-5587's maximum duration, which was preemptively concluded six days after its beginning. <BEGIN LOG> 00h:00m:00s: Instance begins with a common carp floating in a marble bathtub. It floats aimless around the tub, occasionally bumping against the walls. The eyes of the fish move. 48:12:03: The carp starts to decompose. Bits of flesh scatter across the water; decomposition gases cause the water to occasionally bubble around the carcass. The eyes of the fish still move. 99:49:15: The carp has almost entirely decomposed; the water of the tub is now dark brown. Despite the near full decomposition of its eyes, they still move. 100:02:39: A door is heard opening in the background. The shadow of a humanoid figure is cast over the tub. An aged, masculine voice speaks: "Ahh, just as good a place as anywhere, you feel?" A fishing reel is cast into the bathtub. "Fishing's all— ahh, always all a matter of time. Just like this feller here, from the look-see. (Chuckle.)" The lure moves closer to the carp. The decayed eyes of the fish focus onto it. "Lucky me then, yeah, I got all the time in the world." The lure moves aimlessly across the tub along with the carp. They continuously avoid each other, and the figure does not appear to make any further efforts to catch the fish. 156:34:10: The lure collides with the carp and catches onto an exposed rib bone. The fishing line is slowly reeled in. The figure appears to take the fish off the line to examine it. "Looks like I caught a biggun! Aged sweetly, that's for sure." The figure's shadow is seen removing the carp's eyes. "Shame, really, it is, had so much life in 'em, but everything's hourglasses gotta break some time. How else would there be such vast and bright beaches to fish on?" The figure eats the eyes. "Ahh, taste like the soil, baked six feet below. It's a grainy taste, you wanna try?" 156:40:13: A pair of emaciated legs and feet climb onto the bathtub ledge, the remainder of the body stays off camera. It hoists itself upwards, the figure's shadow now comes from the ceiling, as does its voice: "That's rhetorical, yeah know. I'll give you a taste." Metallic creaking is heard off camera. Bits of flesh and blood fall into the bathwater. The shadow of the figure slowly grows smaller. 156:41:13: The shadow of the figure is no longer seen. A bloodied shower head falls into the bathwater. 156:41:14: In a bathroom communal shower of Site-89, strings of assorted human viscera begin to slowly squeeze out of the holes in the shower head. Researcher Frank Jaredson immediately reports this phenomenon, as he was in this shower at the time. 156:56:27: A reviewal of ongoing tests occurs in the wake of this event. Contact with the SCP-5587 research team reveals similarities to the occurrence and their test results. The test is immediately concluded. 157:13:03: The shower head ceases the production of human viscera, at a total mass of 62kg. Two decayed carp eyes rest atop the mass; despite being pressed through holes in a shower head, they continue to move. <END LOG> Footnotes 1. Usually spanning from 5-10 years of inactivity. |
SCP-5588 | keter | SCP-5588 Stars Held Captive Remain Always Gleaming Written by: XilasCrowe DYSON TREES More From This Axolotl SCP-3529 Rating: 363 Comments: 35 SCP-4332 Rating: 132 Comments: 27 SCP-4663 Rating: 100 Comments: 13 SCP-1143 Rating: 100 Comments: 23 SCP-3684 Rating: 95 Comments: 29 SCP-2454 Rating: 74 Comments: 10 Changes All That Is Around Me Rating: 45 Comments: 7 Don't Forget The Dead Rating: 32 Comments: 3 [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} close Info X SCP-5588 Stars Held Captive Remain Always Gleaming Written by: XilasCrowe More from this axolotl Less from this axolotl Stuff I did SCP-3529 Rating: 363 Comments: 35 SCP-4332 Rating: 132 Comments: 27 SCP-4663 Rating: 100 Comments: 13 SCP-1143 Rating: 100 Comments: 23 SCP-3684 Rating: 95 Comments: 29 SCP-2454 Rating: 74 Comments: 10 Changes All That Is Around Me Rating: 45 Comments: 7 Don't Forget The Dead Rating: 32 Comments: 3 Thanks to Oboebandgeek99, Ellie3, DrAkimoto, Corpseofbixby does not match any existing user name, NatVoltaic, and Deadly Bread for crit Image Credits – hide block none, yet Item #: SCP-5588 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agents imbedded in various space agencies are to remove all information concerning SCP-5588 from their systems. In the event that an SCP-5588 seed is on a collision course with the sun, various Foundation rockets are to intercept and redirect it. Description: SCP-5588 is a species of interstellar megaflora that inhabits galaxies inside the Virgo Supercluster. SCP-5588 instances superficially resemble trees, but are comprised of several types of organic metals, various biological machinery, and unknown transdimensional interlocking organics. SCP-5588 seeds are massive, roughly twice the size of Earth, and contain a core filled with methane and various other gasses. The seeds use these gasses as a rudimentary propulsion system in order to navigate to a targeted star. SCP-5588 instances primarily target stars that are near the beginning of their life, and are at between 10-20 solar masses. Once an SCP-5588 seed locates a suitable star it will steer itself to impact that star at one of its poles, in order to avoid interference from the star's magnetic field. Over the next 3-5 thousand years the seed will begin to grow roots into the star, locking itself in place. These roots contain various biomechanical components that slowly leech hydrogen and oxygen out of the star, which the plant internally fuses into H2O in order to facilitate its growth. Once the SCP-5588 instance has a strong hold on the star it will proceed to the next phase, and will begin to grow upward. Over the next 5-7 million years, the instance will spread out, and begin to grow around the star, following its magnetic field. This process continues until the star has been completely enveloped. At this point the growth of the plant speeds up tremendously, growing increasingly denser around the star in order to absorb 100% of the star's energy output. Once this growth is completed, the SCP-5588 instance will begin to drain resources from the star rapidly. Lacking the materials required to undergo fusion, the star will begin to die at a significantly accelerated rate, often over sixty thousand times as quickly as it would otherwise. At this point the plant will begin to grow several small holes in the exterior, into which they deposit seeds. Once these seeds have all been placed the plant will begin to use its roots to crush the star, forcing it to undergo a supernova. The seeds then use the explosive force in order to propel themselves towards nearby stars, at which point the cycle restarts. If the original plant survives the explosion it will reseal itself closed around the newly formed neutron star, and will continue to harvest energy from it and grow outward until either it or the star dies. On rare occasions, the plant will shed large amounts of matter into the neutron star, which will cause it to undergo a secondary explosion, allowing the plant to release a second wave of seeds, and then collapse into a black hole. The plant will continue to encircle the resulting black hole until it presumably dies and collapses into the singularity. Addendum 5588-1: SCP-5588 instances contain a small extradimensional component. This component is typically inert, but has been seen to activate occasionally. To date, the only SCP-5588 instances to activate this component have been ones that have undergone a secondary explosion and are in orbit around black holes. Once activated, these plants (designated SCP-5588-1) spontaneously generated an internal wormhole inside the singularity. All of these wormholes exit at roughly the same location approximately 247 billion light years away from earth, over 150 billion light years beyond the edge of the observable universe. The purpose of these wormholes is unknown. Foundation scans of the area reveal a single root, significantly larger than any other SCP-5588 instances or the galaxies that contain them. The area around this root contains a hyper dense amount of dark energy, which the root continually excretes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5588" by XilasCrowe, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5588. 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-5589 | esoteric-class | close Info X "Battle Toads" by stoner99 I encourage you to read more of my works here: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/stoner99-author-page Item #: SCP-5589 Special Containment Procedures: N/A Description: SCP-5589 was an extranormal event which occurred on October 9th, 2018, during a public seminar hosted by Ridley Creek1 Mayor Darnell Hollis advocating for the creation of a new aqueduct through the town's only municipal freshwater deposit, the eponymously named 'Ridley's Creek'. A brief transcript of the event has been attached below. + Open - Close [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins mid-speech. Sounds of rapturous applause can be heard from the audience, descending as Hollis signals to speak. Hollis: —thank you, thank you. But it isn't going to be easy — progress never is! This infrastructure bill is only the beginning. Soon, we'll have— A loud, protracted sound of scraping metal can be heard emanating from backstage. The audience grows silent. Hollis pauses for a moment before gesturing towards Constable George Veneer, standing just a few paces away. Hollis: (Quietly, to Veneer) What the hell was that? Veneer: (Quietly, to Hollis) I don't know. Just keep going. Veneer rushes off stage. Hollis resumes his speech. Hollis: No worries, folks. Just some uh… technical interference, is all. As I was saying— Another crashing sound can be heard, followed by muffled shouting. Hollis appears visibly annoyed. Hollis: I… uh. Sorry, just give me a moment. (Under breath) Rotten kids2. Hollis begins to walk off stage in an apparent attempt to locate the disturbance. Suddenly, before he is able to reach the curtain, an assortment of frogs, toads, newts and other species of amphibian wildlife swarm the stage. Commotion can be seen in crowd, which quickly disperses through several emergency exits. Hollis shrieks. Hollis: Holy shit! George! George! George, get over here right now! Georg— The growing swarm of animals coalesce at Hollis's feet, enveloping the thrashing Mayor after two minutes of struggle. Once subdued, he is carried off stage. The footage abruptly ends. [END LOG] Over the course of the next several days, all witnesses to the event3 were detained and amnesticized. Containment personnel were unable to locate Veneer nor Hollis; their disappearances were later attributed to a fatal motor vehicle accident. After one month of investigation producing no leads, SCP-5589 was presumed to be an isolated incident, and, following an internal vote by the Department of Inbound Object Processing, classified as Extranormal Event #AXZ28D-B. Addendum: SCP-5589 was flagged for further research potential on July 24th, 2021, after the interception of an unusual package sent to the home of Site-884 Director George Ramirez. Ramirez was previously aware of SCP-5589, having overseen its classification as an extranormal event while serving as a member of RAISA, and had more recently supervised the construction of a new wing of Site-88 dedicated to the containment of ranine and caecilian-like anomalies. Upon opening, the package was found to contain only a single printed image, which has been attached to this document below. + Open attachment - Close 72421.jpg Footnotes 1. A small town in Boise County, Idaho, home to approximately 700 residents. 2. Hollis is believed to have ascribed this initial anomalous activity to local pranksters. 3. Totaling to approximately 57 individuals. 4. A biological research facility in Cincinnati, Ohio. |
SCP-5590 | safe | by AnActualCrow Item#: 5590 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-5590 (picture taken during acquisition) Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5590 is to be kept in a small entity containment cell with all furniture removed. Changes in SCP-5590's behavior and damage to SCP-5590's containment cell are to be reported to SCP-5590's Head Researcher before any actions are to be taken. As per the request of Head Researcher Arelli, SCP-5590's cell must contain 1 modified Rubik's cube at all times. Description: SCP-5590 is a 15cm tall sentient humanoid robot. SCP-5590 will attempt, to the best of its ability, to be as much of a non-violent nuisance as possible. This may entail the following: Removing or switching labels on items. Minor to moderate damage to structures. This damage is not severe enough to put structural integrity at risk. Moderate to severe damage to objects. This may cause objects to break when used. Providing excessive sensory stimulation to personnel around SCP-5590. This often includes producing loud and constant noises or reflecting light into the eyes of personnel, but may involve touch, taste, smell, or a combination of senses. SCP-5590's arms can retract into its body and reappear as an appendage with a variety of tools at the end instead of a hand. Tools that have been observed at the end of SCP-5590's appendages include: a circular saw, a drill, a nozzle full of glue, and a lighter. Incident Log 5590-1: SCP-5590 cut a small piece of debris from the wall of its cell. SCP-5590 repeatedly threw this debris at a camera that was monitoring it, cracking the lens. The camera lens was replaced and the debris was removed from the cell. 6 hours later, SCP-5590 used another piece of debris to crack the camera lens again. Note from Head Researcher Arelli: Leave it. We can still see SCP-5590 through the cracked lens, and it isn’t worth constantly replacing. Test Series 1: Object Familiarity & Recognition Purpose: Determine SCP-5590's intelligence. PROTOCOL RESULT ADDITIONAL NOTES A wooden chair was placed in SCP-5590’s containment cell. SCP-5590 used its circular saw appendage to shorten one of the chair’s legs by 1.5 cm, causing it to rock. N/A The wooden chair from the previous test was removed from SCP-5590's containment cell. SCP-5590 was re-introduced to the chair the next day. SCP-5590 used its circular saw appendage to make cuts along the entire wooden surface of the chair, giving it a rough texture. Head Researcher Arelli was given multiple splinters while trying to remove the chair from SCP-5590's containment cell. Head Researcher Arelli removed the chair by pushing it with his foot. The wooden chair from the previous test was removed from SCP-5590's containment cell. SCP-5590 was re-introduced to the chair the next day. SCP-5590 cut two deep grooves into the chair's backrest. The backrest of the chair is expected to break if someone Head Researcher Arelli's weight (or heavier) were to lean back on it. Incident Log 5590-2: On 3/7/1986, SCP-5590 began making a series of gestures indicating distress towards the camera in its cell. Head Researcher Arelli was repeatedly unable to calm SCP-5590. After 23 minutes, Researcher Coleman successfully calmed SCP-5590. Neither researcher was able to identify a cause for SCP-5590's distress. Incident Log 5590-3: On 3/18/1986, SCP-5590 began using its circular saw appendage to make small cuts into the floor and walls of its cell. This creates a constant high-pitched cutting noise that persists throughout the day. Note From Head Researcher Arelli: We can't stop the noise. I talked to a couple of the technicians, and the system the cameras run on don't allow volume control for the individual camera feeds. Our only option is to have sound coming in from all of the feeds or none. The Site Directors won't allow me to turn it off for all of them because some of the SCPs on other camera feeds need to be listened to. I've decided to change the risk class from "Notice" to "Caution" before the thing gives me tinnitus. Test Series 2: Hobbies Purpose: Determine if occupying SCP-5590 with a task prevents it from damaging its containment cell. PROTOCOL RESULT ADDITIONAL NOTES Head Researcher Arelli lightly tossed a ping-pong ball towards SCP-5590. SCP-5590 caught the ball and used its lighter appendage to ignite the ball. Head Researcher Arelli extinguished the fire. SCP-5590 and its containment cell suffered no damage. Head Researcher Arelli placed a sheet of blank paper and a pen in SCP-5590's cell. SCP-5590 drew a portrait of Researcher Coleman next to an unidentified, crudely drawn individual. The height difference between Researcher Coleman and the individual loosely matches the height difference between Researcher Coleman and Head Researcher Arelli. Researcher Coleman lightly tossed a ping-pong ball towards SCP-5590. SCP-5590 caught the ball and tossed it back to Researcher Coleman. This continued for 35 minutes, before Researcher Coleman was instructed to leave SCP-5590's cell. SCP-5590 appeared excited to see Researcher Coleman, hugging his leg when he entered SCP-5590's cell. With the exception of Head Researcher Arelli, SCP-5590 has exhibited a similar reaction with all staff members. INPUT CREDENTIALS FOR HEAD RESEARCHER ARELLI ACCESS GRANTED To: ten.pics|illerA.remO#ten.pics|illerA.remO From: ten.pics|ylperon#ten.pics|ylperon Subject: Request for personal equipment Your request for noise-cancelling earbuds has been denied for failing to meet the Foundation's surveillance security requirements. For more information, see "Guidelines for SCP: Security Cameras Protect". If you would like to appeal this claim, please contact the Health and Security Department of your site. ACCESS GRANTED Addendum 5590-1: SCP-5590 has stopped and started cutting the walls and floor of its cell at irregular intervals. Additionally, SCP-5590 has begun making significantly shallower, quieter cuts into the walls and floor of its cell if any staff members1 are within earshot. Test Series 3: Problem-Solving Ability Purpose: Further determine SCP-5590's intelligence by testing its problem-solving ability. Foreword: All tests were conducted by Head Researcher Arelli. PROTOCOL RESULT ADDITIONAL NOTES A sealed cardboard box with a red ball was left inside of SCP-5590's containment cell for 4 days. A note was left outside the box telling SCP-5590 to retrieve the ball from the box. SCP-5590 used its circular saw appendage to cut a hole in the box. SCP-5590 then climbed into the box and resealed the hole using its glue nozzle appendage. When asked to show the ball, SCP-5590 appeared confused. The red ball was not found in the box and has not been recovered since. A red ball was put into a metal box. The box was locked using a combination lock and left in SCP-5590's containment cell for 4 days. The note from the previous test was placed outside of the box. SCP-5590 filled the combination lock mechanism with glue, jamming it as the glue hardened. Due to the lock being jammed, Head Researcher Arelli was unable to open the box. Afterword: Test results were inconclusive. Test Series 4: Favorites Purpose: Why does SCP-5590 hate Omer Arelli? PROTOCOL RESULT ADDITIONAL NOTES Head Researcher Arelli and Researcher DeVorace stood equal distances away from SCP-5590 in its cell. SCP-5590 immediatly ran towards Researcher DeVorace and hugged her right leg. Head Researcher Arelli reported that SCP-5590 stared at him while hugging Researcher DeVorace. Camera footage of SCP-5590 was blocked by DeVorace's leg, making Arelli's claim unconfirmable. Head Researcher Arelli, wearing a mask and a lanyard with DeVorace's researcher ID, lightly tossed a ping-pong ball towards SCP-5590. SCP-5590 caught the ball and tossed it back to Head Researcher Arelli. This continued for 8 minutes before Head Researcher Arelli's mask partially slipped off of his face. N/A Researcher DeVorace gave SCP-5590 a pen and paper, then asked it why it doesn't like Head Researcher Arelli. SCP-5590 shook its head "no". When asked if it dislikes Head Researcher Arelli, SCP-5590 shook its head "no". When asked why it thinks Head Researcher Arelli feels that SCP-5590 doesn't like him, SCP-5590 looked at the camera in its cell and shrugged. Afterword: Test results were inconclusive. It should be noted, however, that SCP-5590 will blatantly lie about not hating Head Researcher Arelli whenever possible. Incident Log 5590-4: Using its circular saw appendage, SCP-5590 removed a piece of concrete from the wall of its containment cell. SCP-5590 threw the piece of concrete at the camera, shattering the lens and making remote footage of SCP-5590's cell impossible. When staff arrived to replace the lens, they found that SCP-5590 had dug a small tunnel in the Southern wall of its cell2. SCP-5590 was found standing inside the tunnel, which was only 30 cm deep and did not lead anywhere. When found, SCP-5590 waved at staff and exited the tunnel cooperatively. Addendum 5590-2: SCP-5590 has been moved to a new small entity containment cell. This cell is similar to SCP-5590's previous cell, the exception being that the camera monitoring SCP-5590 is now behind a plexiglass window, preventing SCP-5590 from damaging it. Note: Site Director Hoff has reminded Head Researcher Arelli that SCP-5590's containment has been significantly more expensive than initially expected. This was said despite not being Arelli's fault that he was assigned a robot that has dedicated itself to making everything frustrating. INPUT CREDENTIALS FOR HEAD RESEARCHER ARELLI ACCESS GRANTED To: ten.pics|illerA.remO#ten.pics|illerA.remO From: ten.pics|ffoH.drahciR#ten.pics|ffoH.drahciR Subject: Re: request for transfer After reviewing your request for transfer and all documentation on SCP-5590, your request for transfer has been denied. Keep in mind that staff may only be transferred if one or more of the following conditions are met: Personal affiliation with the SCP that would influence one's work. Risk of harm to oneself that is more severe and/or prevalent than for other staff members in one's position. Injury (physical, psychological, etc.) which severely limits one's ability to work. Perpetrating, being the victim of, or being affiliated with a severe disciplinary infraction (see "Coworkers: The Thaumiels Around Us"). Your claim that SCP-5590 attempting to elicit a negative emotional reaction from you (please refrain from using crude language in emails to faculty) does not appear to hinder your ability to work in such a way that would necessitate a transfer. Before I was a site director, I was the head researcher for a few SCPs. For that reason, I'd like to leave you with the following advice: being a head researcher is hard. Due to their positions and duties (extensively monitoring their SCP, conducting or supervising tests involving their SCP, etc.) head researchers tend to become much more familiar with their SCPs than other staff members. For that reason, head researchers may feel that the SCP they were assigned to has some personal connection to them. Head researchers may see an SCP as being much more sentient, cognizant, or mentally capable of liking and disliking certain people than they actually are. SCP-5590 doesn't lie about hating you. Chances are it doesn't even know who you are. Your belief that the SCP you were assigned to dislikes you is common amongst new head researchers, and I would hate to see you throw in the towel because you fell victim to such a common misconception. ACCESS GRANTED Test Series 5: Stop Making Noise Purpose: Foreword: Arelli did all of these tests. PROTOCOL RESULT ADDITIONAL NOTES SCP-5590's arms were tied to its body. SCP-5590 pressed its body up against the wall of its cell, allowing it to cut into the wall using its circular saw appendage. N/A SCP-5590's arms were tied to its body. SCP-5590 was placed in a dog kennel3 inside of its cell. SCP-5590 caused considerable noise by repeatedly running into the sides of the dog kennel. While SCP-5590 was able to cut into the sides of the dog kennel, it was unable to cut a hole large enough to leave the dog kennel. SCP-5590 was put in a bucket of water, which was then frozen. Using its lighter and circular saw appendages, SCP-5590 melted and cut through the ice surrounding it. Test was terminated 24 days after it started when SCP-5590 cut a hole in the side of the bucket and exited it. Test Series 6: Problem Solving Ability (continued) Purpose: Determine if giving SCP-5590 a task prevents it from being an [EXPUNGED]4. Forword: All tests were conducted by Researcher Coleman and remotely supervised by Head Researcher Arelli. PROTOCOL RESULT ADDITIONAL NOTES A sealed cardboard box with a red ball was left inside of SCP-5590's containment cell for 4 days. A note was left outside the box telling SCP-5590 to retrieve the ball from the box. SCP-5590 used its circular saw appendage to cut a hole in the box. SCP-5590 retrieved the ball and melted it using its lighter appendage. N/A A red ball was put into a metal box. The box was locked using a combination lock and left in SCP-5590's containment cell for 4 days. The note from the previous test was placed outside of the box. SCP-5590 spent the first 3 days attempting to cut a hole into the side of the box. After inflicting only minor damage, SCP-5590 spent the remainder of the test attempting to guess the combination of the lock. SCP-5590 did not retrieve the ball during the allotted time. That robot cutting metal is the only sound worse than it cutting concrete. A scrambled Rubik's cube was given to SCP-5590. Two of the stickers on the Rubik's cube were switched, making it impossible to solve. SCP-5590 unsuccesfully attempted to solve the Rubik's cube. Despite expressing immense frustration at the task, SCP-5590 has continued attempting to solve the Rubik's cube for 4 hours 3 days 11 months. Not so clever now, are you? Afterword: Test was a resounding success. No further testing required. Footnotes 1. Other than Head Researcher Arelli 2. The appendage used for this is unknown, but is presumed to be a drill. 3. Which belonged to Head Researcher Arelli. 4. noun. Person who takes pleasure in making others frustrated or upset. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5590" by AnActualCrow, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5590. 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: thatlittlebastardrobot.png Name: RoboBuilder.jpg Author: Knoodrake License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Image was edited by AnActualCrow |
SCP-5591 | euclid | PlaguePJP: II by PlaguePJP SCP-5591 — Blabbers of the Badalisc ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5591 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-5591 in the location of its initial recovery. Description: SCP-5591 is a large, serpentine entity resembling a garden snake. It is green in coloration, with a thick layer of matted, gray fur coating the majority of its form. Two curved horns composed of keratin extend from the base of its head. Two large, dull fangs protrude from its upper jaw, still visible when its maw is closed. While SCP-5591 is sentient, sapient, and capable of speech, its intelligence does not approach that of human beings. This is typically displayed in its general naiveté, broken phrasing, and misunderstanding of complex concepts. SCP-5591 has localized omniscience, centered entirely on sapient entities that may interact with it. The knowledge it gains from these interactions does not last, as SCP-5591 tends to forget what it previously learned and stated within approximately one hour. SCP-5591 utilizes the combination of these abilities to reveal the misdeeds, mistakes, or generally embarrassing moments conducted by those it is observing. SCP-5591 was originally discovered in Andrista, a small mountainside village in Lombardy, Italy after multiple reports of a large serpent attacking livestock and "spreading slander" were sent to local police departments. A containment team was deployed to the location, quickly discovering SCP-5591, as it was enamored with a colorful mushroom at the base of a tree. The following video transcript provides an example of SCP-5591 interaction — specifically its first conversation with responding containment personnel as they were transporting the entity to Site-322. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» SCP-5591: You. 'Willow.' φ-103 | Sycamore: Oooh, it knows your code name. φ-103 | Willow: What's up, snake-guy? SCP-5591: Bored Ape. CryptoZoo egg. CrytpoPunk. φ-103 | Sycamore: NFTs. φ-103 | Willow: Let's get you a Nobel prize for gracing us with that revelation. φ-103 | Sycamore: Okay, touchy subject, I guess. SCP-5591: You spent three hundred thousand. φ-103 | Sycamore: Dollars? SCP-5591: Yes. I thought that was implied. I guess not. φ-103 | Sycamore: Woah, woah, woah, woah. Woah. Hold on. Did you spend three hundred thousand real, human money on fucking NFTs, Will? SCP-5591: She did. Some would call her an 'idiot.' φ-103 | Willow: That's nice. Real nice. SCP-5591: Some would say that. Not me. I'm just an observer. φ-103 | Willow: Doesn't change the fact that no one asked you. SCP-5591: I know. Do I care? The answer is no. φ-103 | Willow: Sick, I'm gonna be real; I have no idea what this thing's talking about. SCP-5591: Wrong. You, 'Sycamore.' φ-103 | Sycamore: I'll bite. SCP-5591: Please do not bite. φ-103 | Sycamore: Figure of speech, big guy. SCP-5591: When you were 12 years old. Swimming in the public pool. You went to the ladder. Your swim pant leg got stuck underwater. You are drowning. You take off your pants. Naked swimming. The girl you fancied was near. φ-103 | Sycamore: Yeah that's certainly true— SCP-5591: I know. φ-103 | Sycamore: Willow, now, did you for real spend three hundred grand on fucking jpegs. φ-103 | Willow: Yeah! Yeah I fucking did. Are you happy? I bought into the whole thing. I thought they were going to be the future. SCP-5591: They were not the future. φ-103 | Willow: No shit. SCP-5591: Yes. No dung here. Good job. φ-103 | Willow: I mean— I— Hindsight is 20/20, asshole. SCP-5591: No. The year is 2023. «END LOG» Addendum 5591.1: Primary Interactions Upon SCP-5591's relocation to Site-322, it revealed a number of hitherto unknown facts regarding the personnel that passed its temporary containment chamber, including: Dr. Coix being responsible for the thievery of Dir. Lague's food on multiple occasions; Dr. Mooney coordinating a time-stealing scheme with SCP-5595; Dr. Hoover scraping the side of Dir. Lague's car and successfully concealing the marks with a can of similar colored spray paint; Over 300 members of Site-322 staff coordinating the cover-up of a major containment breach so as to not alert Lague and "deal with [him]"; Dr. Kline having knowledge of the existence of a colony of gnomes living in the walls of a lower subbasement. Director Lague abruptly halted all relevant containment duties, immediately dismissed the containment team, and barred personnel under a Level 4 clearance from accessing SCP-5591. There is a single member of personnel with Level 4 clearance at Site-322. The following interaction was then recorded as Lague was completing the intake form. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» SCP-5591: You are upset. Lague: It doesn't matter. I'm gonna deal with all of this when I have the time. Right now— (SCP-5591 peers at Lague.) SCP-5591: Oh no. This is not good. Lague: What? What's wrong? SCP-5591: I must not say. I am sorry. Lague: No, no, no. Tell me. SCP-5591: I can not. I do not want to burden you with this speak. (Dr. Anthony Coix enters the containment hall in search of Lague.) Coix: Important. I know you asked for no one to bother you but we have— SCP-5591: Anthony. I just found this out. You will not believe it. Coix: Should I talk to this thing—? SCP-5591: Director Paul Lague is cursed. Lague: Why the fuck couldn't you just say that! SCP-5591: He asked me. Coix: No. No, I didn't. (SCP-5591 peers at Coix.) SCP-5591: Doctor Anthony dropped LEGO set number 21310 in Lague's office. 'Old Fishing Village'. He put it back together without instructions. Lost 14 pieces. Lague: Are you kidding me? That's a five hundred dollar set, Ant! Five hundred fucking dollars! You're a fucking snake. SCP-5591: No. I am a snake. This is a human, right? I have never seen one of such a shape. Coix: You know what, you're clearly occupied here. I'll just talk to you after this whole thing is over. (Coix swiftly exits.) SCP-5591: Did you hear? Doctor Coix dropped your LEGO— Lague: We're gonna stop this train of thought. Let's rewind— (SCP-5591 slithers about its containment chamber in a counter-clockwise motion.) Lague: If that helps, sure. What do you mean by cursed? SCP-5591: You are cursed. This should not be difficult to understand. Lague: Is this why I feel like I have to— SCP-5591: The gassiness? Yes. That would be a side effect. Lague: What else does this entail? SCP-5591: It is a dark cloud swirling. Bad curse. Lague: Go on…? SCP-5591: I can not speak anymore. Too scary for me. (Lague radios Coix to return. Coix swiftly reenters the containment hall.) Coix: What's up? SCP-5591: You will not believe it. Director Lague. There is a dark cloud and bad energies. He is cursed. (Lague whispers in Coix's ear.) Coix: Uh… who cursed him? SCP-5591: I did. Clearly. Lague: Are you kidding me?! Why? SCP-5591: I do not mean to. It is inadvertent. You have a lot of negative energy. When I focus on one person with already a lot of negative energies it starts a cycle. Self-sustaining. It is your fault for being so negative. You should do yoga or perhaps meditate or even perhaps swallow a small mammal whole. That is what I do after a hard day. Coix: Look, alright. It's being honest with us, Paul. How about we— Lague: Don't patronize me, Ant. How about this, how about you don't ever touch my motherfucking goddamn orange peel beef again and maybe I'll decide to listen to a single opinion of yours sometime in the next thirty years. SCP-5591: See? Negative energies. So moist and decadent. How can I resist? Answer: I can not. Coix: Snake, since you've been an open book— SCP-5591: I am neither open nor a book. Coix: Sure. You've been honest, is my point. Can you tell me how I might go about removing the curse that's been placed on Mr. Lague here? SCP-5591: Yes. (Silence.) Coix: Can you elaborate on that? SCP-5591: Yes. I do that often. (Silence. SCP-5591 glances around its containment chamber.) Lague: Sweet mother— Tell us the instructions, please. SCP-5591: You should have asked that earlier. You must gather all the townsfolk. I will get on a stage. I need a stage by the way. We will squeeze out all of your negative energies. The curse will be no more after that because there will be nothing left to eat. «END LOG» Addendum 5591.2: Curse Removal Site-322's amphitheater. Director Lague organized a mandatory meeting of all Site-322 staff in the Site's amphitheater. Personnel were not told what this event entailed, and upon entry, the doors out of the lecture hall were locked and then guarded by unarmed on-site security agents. Lague declared that the following eight hours1 would be occupied by this event. Originally, it was believed that explaining this process to Site-322 staff would cause a protest, panic, and/or a riot due to the fact some of their private opinions and experiences were being stated to their peers. Instead, it was quickly discovered that not explaining this process ironically led to a mass panic, as personnel were under the belief they were either being fed alive to SCP-5591 or being forced to witness SCP-5591 consuming their colleagues. Eventually, personnel were calmed after the day's proceedings were explained. While opposition remained, it was eventually quelled peacefully when those refusing to participate slowly realized they were not leaving. Staff would be guided by agents one row at a time towards SCP-5591, where it would then utilize its anomalies properties to announce a negative event, opinion, or mistake that affects Director Lague. Below is an abridged log of SCP-5591's interactions with various members of Site-322 personnel. INTERACTION ID - 5591.01 Subject: Doctor Arn Shantz SCP-5591: Oh no. Lague: What? SCP-5591: Mr. Lague. Did you hear? Dr. Arn Shantz was doing an experiment. Multiverse traveling. He sent a machine to another universe. It went to another Site three hundred and twenty-two. The machine exploded. It killed another Mr. Lague. Shantz: I— (Pause.) (Silence.) Shantz: Yeah. Right on the money. INTERACTION ID - 5591.156 Subject: Researcher Ashley Blaese SCP-5591 Described Event: Attempted to "Midsommer" one of Dr. Lague's morning coffees multiple times but would ultimately refrain. When questioned on what "Midsommer-ing" someone is, SCP-5591 would not elaborate, and those that seemed to understand the meaning stayed silent. INTERACTION ID - 5591.310 Subject: Doctor Micheal Mendez SCP-5591 Described Event: As Site Manager,2 Mendez embezzled over $15,000 worth of Amazon e-gift cards. Mendez managed to pay this back by selling the gift cards on online marketplaces, taking the money into online casinos, and managing to win a one-million-dollar jackpot within his first 50 slot spins. INTERACTION ID - 5591.541 Subject: SCP-5595 SCP-5595: BLOW ME. I'M NOT COMING. Lague: That's not how it works, Geoff. SCP-5591: "Blow me." I get it. The joke is funny because of the gumballs. SCP-5595: ROCKS BEING THROWN FROM A GLASS HOUSE. IMAGINE A SNAKE RACIALLY PROFILING ME. THE ONE CREATURE KNOWN BY EVERYONE DURING EVERY PERIOD OF HISTORY FOR LYING IS PLAYING STEREOTYPES. SCP-5591: Geoffrey, you won't believe this. Did you hear about this? Director Lague thinks you are doing a good job. SCP-5595: REALL— (Pause.) SCP-5595: I… I DON'T CARE. HARRUMPH. INTERACTION ID -5591.696 Subject: Doctor Lorenzo Orechio-Luciano SCP-5591 Described Event: Hacked into SCiPNET's personnel assignments and transferred himself to Site-322 solely because his personnel identifier would be updated to 322-LOL-696. INTERACTION ID - 5591.1024 Subject: Doctor Elizabeth Moore SCP-5591: Arn Shantz. Lague: Nope. Right here to Doctor Moore. We're focused on airing her dirty laundry right now. You did Shantz already. Wasting time. SCP-5591: Mrs. Moore. You will not believe this. Remember Arn Shantz killed an alternate Lague? (Shantz is seen standing from his seat, running towards the doors, and vehemently attempting to break through the line of agents blocking his exit.) Moore: Yeah— I mean… I guess. SCP-5591: Yes good. He realized fast he killed a different Lague. Arn Shantz went into the machine with stolen items from this Paul Lague. He placed them all over the scene of crime. He implicated our Paul Lague in killing another Paul Lague. (Lague slams a coffee mug on the ground.) INTERACTION ID - 5591.1346 Subject: Researcher Joshua Gilmore SCP-5591 Described Event: Breached the Veil by hiring a market research firm to determine what research expedition would give him the most potential for promotion. INTERACTION ID - 5591.1583 Subject: Researcher Jason Hodges (Lague is half asleep in his seat, as are most of the attendees.) SCP-5591: Mr. Lague. You will not believe this. Lague: Do you have to do that every time? SCP-5591: Yes. Lague: Just tell me. SCP-5591: He has been using your bathroom. Lague: You're really scraping the bottom of the barrel at this point. My office bathroom isn't locked. SCP-5591: No. Researcher Hodges has been using the bathroom. The one in your home. Away from Site-322. (Lague slowly nods.) Lague: That's a problem, yeah. Hodges: I just found your spare key under the rug and with the work-from-home days I've been having— You know? I'm not a crazy person! SCP-5591: No. He is a crazy person. The curse removal ritual concluded at 4:49 AM. SCP-5591 declared Director Lague "free from this wicked curse," despite the fact Lague claimed to feel no different than before the ritual. Addendum 5591.3: Update Director Lague reported a slight uptick in positive interactions with his personnel following the completion of the above event. This is significant as it was assumed the embarrassment from the previous day's proceedings would lead to incredibly low morale among Site-322's personnel. Additionally, Lague's reported intestinal issues had subsided. Interactions with SCP-5591 now led to a wider variety of subjects instead of focusing solely on Lague's transgressions and those taken against him. Despite the ritual, Lague continued to urge SCP-5591 for further incidents he may have been unaware of. It is unknown if any more fruitful insight was gained through these interactions. Over the course of the following month, Director Lague performed a number of sporadic actions including: Banning the practice of having office mini-fridges; This privilege had previously only been granted to Dr. Coix. Revoking parking assignments for those within a three-spot radius of his car; Reassigning Site-322's time tickets to be approved by Site-17's financial department; Hosting and forcing participation in a three-hour-long karaoke night; Slowly raising the temperature of Site-322 until room temperature reached 26° C and subsequently acting oblivious when questioned, despite visibly perspiring. This behavior ceased after medical staff received a report from Director Lague stating that he had felt an uncomfortable build-up of gas in his lower digestive tract. Before receiving a diagnosis, Lague raced out of the medical bay. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» (Lague and Coix are seen speedwalking into Site-322's Euclid-class containment chambers. They approach SCP-5591.) Coix: I don't understand what you're trying to tell me. SCP-5591: Hello. Lague: Look at me! (SCP-5591 peers at Director Lague.) SCP-5591: Oh no. This is not good. Lague: Motherfucker. Coix: What the hell is going on? SCP-5591: Anthony Coix. Did you hear? Director Lague is cursed. «END LOG» Footnotes 1. This was an estimation based on SCP-5591's previous experiences with curse removal. In reality, this event took 12 hours as over 1600 people comprise Site-322's personnel dossier. 2. An unofficial position given to newer members of personnel. Site Managers are responsible for ensuring the Site's stock of supplies is maintained and any issues with the Site are communicated to maintenance personnel. More From This Author More From This Author PlaguePJP's Works SCPs SCP-6595 (+193) • SCP-8593 (+173) • SCP-7590 (+151) • SCP-5594 (+100) • SCP-8592 (+163) • SCP-8591 (+120) • SCP-6597 (+180) • SCP-8595 (+374) • SCP-8596 (+244) • SCP-5595 (+535) • SCP-6598 (+257) • Plauge's Proposal (+242) • SCP-7593 (+203) • SCP-6594 (+121) • SCP-5364 (+89) • Tales/GoI Formats HOGSLICE Makes A Friend (+162) • Other PLAGUEPLACE (+192) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5591" by PlaguePJP, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5591. 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: forest.png Name: File:Ocotal forest 202006p1.jpg Author: Carlos Valenzuela License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5592 | neutralized | PlaguePJP: I by PlaguePJP SCP-5592 — Seventy-Millimeter Projector ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5592 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The residency that receives SCP-5592's transmissions has been purchased by a Foundation front company and Provisional Site-322 has been established within the home. Due to SCP-5592's size and distance from Earth, it poses no threat to human life and/or The Veil. SCP-5592-1 Description: SCP-5592 is a seventy-millimeter film projector that is orbiting the dwarf planet Pluto; No alteration in the orbit has been noted. SCP-5592 will broadcast encrypted messages, videos, and images to a home in the residential neighborhood of Bella Vista, Philadelphia, PA on the following dates: February 14th April 29th August 4th SCP-5592-1 is a 1959 model 'Philco' Black and White television capable of decrypting and displaying the transmissions on its interface. Items recovered within Provisional Site-322 include the following: A single golden wedding band; a stamp reading 'G+M 1948' was found along the interior of the band. An empty cigar box; a monogram reading GMJ is printed on the outer leather cover. A framed photograph of a man at around 20 years of age in an American Air Force WWII uniform. A search into the prior owners of the property has not uncovered anything conclusive. Addendum 5592.1: Recovered Transmissions February 14th Transmissions 2003 Broadcast FOREVER This transmission was followed by an image of a bouquet of roses.1 April 29th Transmissions The Most Common Broadcast HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, MY LOVE 2008 Broadcast 60 YEARS 2012 Broadcast I WISH WE COULD HAVE GROWN OLD TOGETHER August 4th Transmissions The Most Common Broadcast HAPPY BIRTHDAY This is normally followed by a video of unidentified individuals blowing out a birthday cake. 1998 Broadcast A sample of 'More' was played by Frank Sinatra over a message containing the lyrics. MORE THAN THE GREATEST LOVE THE WORLD HAS KNOWN THIS IS THE LOVE I GIVE TO YOU ALONE MORE THAN THE SIMPLE WORDS I TRY TO SAY I ONLY LIVE TO LOVE YOU MORE EACH DAY Addendum 5592.2: Neutralization On December 14, 2015 at 6:08 PM, what turned out to be SCP-5592's final broadcast was received: SEE YOU SOON, MARTHA Death records at this time found that Alzheimer's patient Martha Jeina had passed away at 6:03 PM. The Foundation began a subsequent investigation of SCP-5592 on February 16th, 2016; the item was discovered to be accompanied by a second projector secured to its right side. Footnotes 1. This image was the most common transmission for every other year. More From This Author More From This Author PlaguePJP's Works SCPs SCP-7597 (+142) • SCP-7593 (+203) • SCP-8591 (+120) • SCP-6596 (+297) • SCP-6594 (+121) • SCP-5593 (+107) • SCP-7592 (+222) • Plauge's Proposal (+242) • SCP-8590 (+143) • SCP-6591 (+130) • SCP-8598 (+88) • SCP-8597 (+170) • SCP-7595 (+213) • SCP-7596 (+130) • SCP-7599 (+191) • Tales/GoI Formats HOGSLICE Makes A Friend (+162) • Other PLAGUEPLACE (+192) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5592" by PlaguePJP, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5592. 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: television.png Author: FA2010 License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia |
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