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SCP-5593 | keter | PlaguePJP: VII by PlaguePJP SCP-5593 — Unclogged ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5593 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5593 is contained within the plumbing fixtures of Site-103. Containment efforts are focused on extraction and recontainment. Following the events of Addendum 5593.1, SCP-5593 has been reclassified to Neutralized. Description: SCP-5593 is an anomaly affecting the plumbing fixtures and water pipes of Site-49, causing large amounts of seawater to forcefully spray out at random intervals. Microbial analysis has determined that this water stems from the Pacific Ocean, over 2500 kilometers from the location of Site-103. Time of SCP-5593 Occurrence Location 13:47 - 12/04/2012 3rd Floor Employee Restroom - West 02:34 - 12/05/2012 3rd Floor Cafeteria Sink - East 22:19 - 12/06/2012 2nd Floor Water Fountains - West 17:38 - 12/09/2012 4th Floor Eye Wash Station1- East Addendum 5593.1: Interview On 12/10/2012, Dr. Jorge Diaz initiated an accidental altercation with the apparent entity behind the SCP-5593 occurrences. Below is security footage of that event. INTERVIEW (Footage displays the West wing’s Researcher Restroom. A toilet flushes and Dr. Diaz exits a stall, walking over to a sink.) (All four faucets explode from their basins from the force of the water, drenching Dr. Diaz in the process. In reaction, Diaz bangs on the sink while yelling profanities.) Entity: HEY, WHAT THE HELL MAN! Diaz: Huh — Hello? Who is this? Entity: You just made this even more uncomfortable than it already is with your banging. Calm it down. Diaz: Are you the one responsible for the water coming out of the pipes? Entity: Probably man, I’m just trying to get out of this joint but people like you keep interrupting me. Diaz: No, you listen to me asshole, this whole week you’ve been destroying— Entity: I’m stuck in here! I’ve been trying to find a way out since ending up in this decrepit hellhole. Thought I was making some progress but I think I was just going back and forth. Diaz: …How did you— Entity: I didn’t do it in purpose! I just made a wrong turn or something. Diaz: You’re aware you’re in Missouri, right? Kansas City, to be exact. Not sure you know where that is… Entity: Of course, just my luck I end up with the Italians. Diaz: That’s just not — Wait, if you could ask for help this whole time why didn’t you just… do that? Entity: I get anxiety when I talk to people I don’t know. Diaz: (Sigh.) Just stay put. The wall behind the restroom was demolished, revealing no immediately apparent anomalies. The pipes were subsequently unscrewed, causing an explosion of extreme force from within. 68,000 kilograms of viscera and water erupted into the restroom and into the hallway, killing the mechanic team investigating. Medical examination of the organic material revealed the originating organism to be a non-anomalous Blue Whale. Footnotes 1. Discovered while in use. More From This Author More From This Author PlaguePJP's Works SCPs SCP-8598 (+88) • SCP-7594 (+194) • SCP-5594 (+100) • SCP-5596 (+159) • SCP-8593 (+173) • SCP-6597 (+180) • SCP-7599 (+191) • Plauge's Proposal (+242) • SCP-8000 (+909) • SCP-5591 (+128) • SCP-8599 (+235) • SCP-8592 (+163) • SCP-6598 (+257) • SCP-5787 (+276) • SCP-5592 (+102) • Tales/GoI Formats HOGSLICE Makes A Friend (+162) • Other PLAGUEPLACE (+192) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5593" by PlaguePJP, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5593. 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-5594 | safe | PlaguePJP: IV by PlaguePJP SCP-5594 — Fine Dine and Good Spirits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5594 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo The entrance into SCP-5594. Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter has been established around the border of SCP-5594, members of the general populace are to be refused entry and amnesticised if needed. Personnel are not to enter into any mineshaft. The remaining eleven members of SCP-5594's population have been relocated and amnesticised. Efforts to locate and amnesticise former residents of SCP-5594 who may have been witness to anomalous phenomena are ongoing. Description: SCP-5594 is Middalia, a former coal-mining town in central Kentucky, USA and the anomalous phenomena surrounding it. Aerial view of SCP-5594. (Click to Enlarge) ✖ In May 1962, a landfill was ignited during a controlled disposal effort by the local fire department. The fire spread into an unsealed mineshaft entrance, quickly expanding underground and into the connected coal veins. The following anomalous phenomena occurred subsequently: Multiple residents and visitors of SCP-5594 disappearing within the town borders. The resulting search and rescue efforts were unsuccessful or ended in additional disappearances. The spontaneous disappearance of non-anomalous objects. Surrounding wildlife, specifically livestock from surrounding farms, entering the town in droves. A single tree being felled without an observable cause.1 The appearance of SCP-5594-1. The enduring fire and various anomalous events caused a mass exodus of SCP-5594's population over the last 60 years. SCP-5594 is inhabited by three spectral entities, collectively designated SCP-5594-1. Based on their appearances, they are believed to be the spirits of deceased miners Cecil Anderson, Jameson Lancaster, and Kevin McPadden. These individuals died in 1890 as a result of the only fatal mine collapse in Middalia's history. SCP-5594-1 is believed to occupy the burning mines, although they have been seen wandering the streets of SCP-5594 on rare occasions. Addendum 5594.1: D-Class Expedition The following are transcripts of D-60173's investigation into SCP-5594. D-60173 was tethered and given a heat-proof armor, oxygen tank, and night-vision goggles. + Open Investigation Log One + - Close Investigation Log One - TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» A smoke plume a few meters away from the insertion point. D-60173: You're still hearing me right? Dr. Quinsin: Loud and clear. Proceed. D-60173: Sounds good. (D-60173 enters the unsealed mineshaft and proceeds down a shallow decline leading to a sharp right turn and a steeper decline. He slides downward and enables the night vision goggles and camera.) D-60173: Why wasn't I just given like a flashlight or something? Dr. Quinsin: You're going to need both of your hands. D-60173: Wouldn't a headlamp have sufficed? Dr. Quinsin: You're covered in almost 50,000 dollars worth of technology, why would you want a headlamp? D-60173: You're not the one carrying all of it. (D-60173 continues forward for the next fifteen minutes as cracks in the ground filter smoke in and through the veins, obstructing D-60173's vision. At the end of a tunnel is a steep drop. D-60173 is instructed to use an anchor and rope to rappel downward. He complies, landing in a tunnel flooded in a black liquid. The temperature of the cave is at 93°C.) Dr. Quinsin: Is that water? D-60173: I don't think so. It's too thick. Dr. Quinsin: Grab a sample and watch where you're stepping, there could be a hole somewhere in there. D-60173: Don't you guys have, I don't know, robots or drones for this type of stuff? Dr. Quinsin: We do. Why do you ask? D-60173: Sending me down here, alone, with no means to protect myself feels… antiquated. Dr. Quinsin: I mean, we can't arm you — there's no reason for you to be armed at all. It's a flaming cave, not a warzone. (D-60173 continues forward, then suddenly stops.) Dr. Quinsin: What happened? D-60173: Something just bumped into my leg. It's under my foot. Should I grab it? Dr. Quinsin: Is it moving? D-60173: I— I don't think so. Dr. Quinsin: Grab it, please. (D-60173 hesitantly bends down and pushes his hand through the viscous liquid. He takes a step back and pulls the object out, revealing it to be a skeletal hand embedded into the handle of a rusted pickaxe. After realizing what it is, D-60173 immediately releases the object.) D-60173: Jesus christ what the fuck is this— (Laughter is heard from behind. The camera quickly turns around, finding the same empty corridor as before. D-60173 begins to quicken in pace.) D-60173: I know you must see spooky bullshit like this every day, but I don't. You threw me to the goddamn lions! Dr. Quinsin: I get it. Please, just go forward and we'll discuss this later. D-60173: You're a real bastard, you know that? Dr. Quinsin: There will be time to talk later. As of right now, I need you to continue forward (D-60173 enters an upwards stretch of the mine that quickly levels out into a short path ending in the crossroads. One end has a human-made arched tunnel, the other is a continuation of the vein.) Still frame from D-60173's bodycamera. Dr. Quinsin: Let's try left. (The camera feed cuts out for three seconds. The microphone experiences a slight connection breakdown. Through the static, D-60173 is heard vocalizing distress. When the camera feed reconnects, the image is seen against a dead end.) Dr. Quinsin: Are you okay? D-60173: I— I don't know what this goddamn place is doing. Dr. Quinsin: What happened? D-60173: The path kept going— This wall wasn't here when I started walking through! (Heavy footsteps are heard from behind D-60173 followed by the echoes of metal clashing with stone.) D-60173: Do you hear— (The sound of sawing and another metallic clash.) Dr. Quinsin: Yeah I do, we're gonna take you out for now. Come on. (D-60173 exits the crossroads and proceeds through the previous path. D-60173 trips, landing on his stomach.) D-60173: Shit! Shit! (The connection between microphones begins to deteriorate.) Dr. Quinsin: Wh— you okay? Get— (The camera feed shows it scraping against the ground. D-60173 yells.) Dr. Quinsin: Stay— get you— soon. (Heavy breathing is heard from D-60173, then the echoes of uproarious laughter.) (The camera indicates that D-60173 has turned right. He manages to flip on his back, showing the now ripped tether being dragged by an invisible force.) (A connection is reformed.) Dr. Quinsin: Hey-hey-hey! Can you hear me? What's going on? D-60173: I don't know! Help me! Do something! (D-60173's motion suddenly ceases. He is lying on the ground in front of a large, circular crevice; smoke pours from it.) D-60173: Shit I can't get up! Something's pressing on me. Whatever you are, please, I'm begging you, don't kill me. (Yelling) Help! Help! (D-60173 is abruptly launched down the gap as echoes of howling laughter swell around him. Before landing, D-60173 appears to be cushioned and dropped into a pool of water.) «END LOG» + Open Investigation Log Two + - Close Investigation Log Two - TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Dr. Quinsin: Are you okay? Where are you? D-60173: I— I don't know what— (D-60173 pans around, finding himself to be in a massive, open expanse stretching at least 500 meters in each direction. The temperature of this area is noticeably cooler.) SCP-5594-1A: (From behind D-606173) Hehehe! Welcome, pal! D-60173: What the fuck! Still frame from D-60173's camera. (From left to right) SCP-5594-1A, SCP-5594-1B, and SCP-5594-1C ✖ SCP-5594-1B: You think we went a bit too far? Look at 'em. SCP-5594-1A: He's fine! Just a bit wet is all. (Laughter) My lord, that was a treat! SCP-5594-1C: You didn't have to toss him down here. SCP-5594-1A: How else would we have gotten him down 'ere, dimwit? Dr. Quinsin: Hello? D-60173: Uh— I— Yeah? Dr. Quinsin: Can you put me on the speaker, please. Should be on the right side of the camera apparatus. (D-60173 complies while the spectral entities continue to argue.) SCP-5594-1A: Fine! How about you take the reins then! Dr. Quinsin: Excuse me? (SCP-5594-1 collectively become silent and glace around.) SCP-5594-1B: The hell was that? That you fella? D-60173: No-no-no. Please. I— Dr. Quinsin: It's me, I'm in a different location. (The entities approach D-60173.) SCP-5594-1C: What's that wacky little contraption? Is this like them black rectangles? SCP-5594-1A: (Yelling) TINY VOICE? IS YOU OKAY IN THERE? Dr. Quinsin: I can hear you fine, no need to shout. Do you three happen to be Cecil Anderson, Jameson Lancaster, and Kevin McPadden? SCP-5594-1C: I would be Kevin, that man right there (Pointing to -1B) is Jameson, and the big fella over there (Pointing to -1A) would be Cecil. Dr. Quinsin: You died in these mines, correct? SCP-5594-1B: Sure did. Dr. Quinsin: I believe I overheard Mr. Anderson insinuate that you three were responsible for the activity in the mines above us. Is this true? (Turning to a slight huddle, SCP-5594-1 begin to discuss among themselves.) SCP-5594-1B: What was that word? SCP-5594-1C: Insinuate? SCP-5594-1A: What does that mean? SCP-5594-1C: What's what mean? SCP-5594-1A: Insinuate, moron. What's he sayin' 'bout me? SCP-5594-1B: You think he insulted you? SCP-5594-1A: Yeah I do. And I'm not gonna take that from no machine. SCP-5594-1B: You right— Dr. Quinsin: I can hear you and insinuate is not an insult nor am I a machine. I'm asking if you three caused all the oddit— weird things a few minutes ago. SCP-5594-1A: Oh yeah, those were pranks. (D-60173 stands and begins to look around; the area he is in is barren, save for a couch, table, a pile of wood, and television set with various items beside it. He turns to his left, finding a pile of human skeletons.) D-60173: Holy shit! What did you do to them? SCP-5594-1C: Wait, okay, I know how this looks. We can explain. (Pause.) D-60173: Well? SCP-5594-1C: Oh. Usually they don't let us get this far. D-60173: Oh my god, did I pick up one of their hands? SCP-5594-1B: You said hand? Where was it? D-60173: Why? SCP-5594-1B: I've been piecin' our skeletons back together and couldn't find my left hand! You found it! Where was it? D-60173: I don't care about your goddamn skeletons! What happened to them? SCP-5594-1C: After the fire-people opened the surface for us, we were able to escape and finally meet new people, but for some reason, they weren't too keen on us intrudin' on their homes and causin' 'em “mental breakdowns” from "fear." D-60173: Please just get to the point! SCP-5594-1C: (It clears its throat.) We were able to draw people into the open mineshafts but, apparently, these mines are hot enough to cause people to die incredibly fast. We thought the first twenty or so were just bad luck. Now we’re thinkin' that this type of heat isn’t good for alive people. SCP-5594-1B: Long story short, we keep ‘em here as a remembrance of our almost-friendship. Dr. Quinsin: Alright, hypothet— imagine these people managed to make it to you three alive. What was the plan? SCP-5594-1A: Well, I began herdin' animals into the town for food and such when the mines were first opened. Found this beautiful steed, a bit later. Our plan was to just get a pal to share some supper with. Dr. Quinsin: That's all? You just wanted someone to eat dinner with? SCP-5594-1A: No reason to lie to you tiny-machine-man. We get some firewood, light it, cook a nice steak or some lamb, sit on that couch that Kevin found, and look at the people trapped in those black rectangles on the watchin' box. Dr. Quinsin: Why did you terrorize your "friend" before getting him down here? I may not have experience in that area but I'm fairly certain it wouldn't work. SCP-5594-1A: What's wrong with a bit of fun? Dr. Quinsin: Well, I need him released, now, please. If one of you could, I don't know, float him— D-60173: Shut up. Cecil, you said you have steak? SCP-5594-1A: Yes siree. Dr. Quinsin: You're not to eat with— D-60173: You lied to me, damn it. I deserve this. Dr. Quinsin: No you do not. You will leave— (D-60173 removes his earpiece and throws it to the pile of corpses as SCP-5594-1C begins to retrieve firewood from a nearby pile.) SCP-5594-1B: Holy hell did you just kill him? D-60173: No. Do you think the air is breathable down here? SCP-5594-1C: Only one way to find out, frankly. (D-60173 removes his oxygen mask and heat-proof suit. There are no apparent side effects.) D-60173: Huh, that's good. Where'd you get a VCR from? SCP-5594-1B: When those wackos up top still lived 'round here, they just left them lyin' around. I grabbed it with the watchin' box a few years ago. SCP-5594-1A: You're some sort of sorcerer, aren't ya? Bein' alive down here and havin' a tiny machine voice strapped to ya’. D-60173: Can't say that I am. Now, I haven't had a good steak in years and I'm hungry. Let's eat, friends. (Over the next hour, SCP-5594-A cooks four steaks for the group over an open flame. They eat and converse while watching a VHS of Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back.) CONVERSATION EXCERPTS (The group is watching the scene where Lando Calrissian betrays Luke Skywalker and Han Solo.) SCP-5594-1B: You ever been to that floating city? D-60173: Oh no — I mean I wish I could — it's not real. SCP-5594-1A: Alright, I can believe that you can fake the magic space wizards but that massive city? You're pullin' my leg now. D-60173: I can promise you that buildings are still on the ground. SCP-5594-1C: I know that but Luke Skywalker is there. I just watched him walkin' there. D-60173: They actually used a painting or a sculpture for the wide shot along with the physical sets, of course. They also used a blue screen for the backgrounds. SCP-5594-1A: Malarkey. That place is clearly white. (The entities are seen cowering against the couch.) D-60173: …so this dude was ordered to keep climbing up and up and up. And that shack never stopped growing. After a few hundred, he looked out the window and saw some figures staring at him. SCP-5594-1A: Who are they? D-60173: Listen. He kept climbing and climbing this tower and it never ended. Eventually, day turned to night and he goes to rest… that was his mistake, but he didn't have a choice. SCP-5594-1A: What mistake? D-60173: The batteries of his light died and his camera went out. The next day… SCP-5594-1A: Next day what, next day what? D-60173: He was ordered to come down the tower, but what came down wasn't him. Something was wearing his skin. D-60173: Kevin, how'd you manage to get a horse down here? If people can't make it I don't imagine a horse could. SCP-5594-1C: Yeah it was a tricky process. I only got 'er down here after I accidentally dug one of my tunnels into a nearby farm. D-60173: You dig tunnels? SCP-5594-1C: Oh yeah, I got a bunch — a few for transportatin' meat or wood down here or for Cecil to get the stuff he finds down 'ere. There's a bunch of my tunnels around. Can't imagine why you took the long way. D-60173: Kinda wish I knew that. (D-60173 is demonstrating the process of creating a cheesesteak.) D-60173: So you layer it in here. It's just onions, cheese, and steak. No peppers! SCP-5594-1C: Why no peppers? D-60173: Philly cheesesteaks don't have peppers on them. It's blasphemy to put peppers on one of 'em and call it a Philly Cheesesteak. SCP-5594-1B: Blasphemy? What, is "Philly" a god? D-60173: Philly is the furthest thing from holy. (After five hours, D-60173 exited the cave with the help of SCP-5594-1 and was safely recovered at the insertion point.) «END LOG» In the months following this investigation, sightings of SCP-5594-1 became scarce. The following note was later found in the D-Class barracks. Welp, I hope we didn't get you into no trouble with your bosses. We hope to see you again. I know you promised to come back sometime, no rush. We've been having cheesy steaks a few times a week, just be sure to bring us some new recipes next time. You know where the tunnels are. Just be sure not to go in the small one or you'll end up in the boil pit. See you soon. Stay safe, pal, Kevin, Cecil, and Jameson As of documentation, further correspondence from SCP-5594-1 has not been received. Footnotes 1. Such as a person chopping it down, wind damage, or seismic activity. More From This Author More From This Author PlaguePJP's Works SCPs SCP-7599 (+191) • SCP-7591 (+192) • SCP-5591 (+128) • SCP-6595 (+193) • Plague's Proposal (+356) • Plauge's Proposal (+242) • SCP-7001 (+544) • SCP-6591 (+130) • SCP-8594 (+116) • SCP-7596 (+130) • SCP-7590 (+151) • SCP-6598 (+257) • SCP-8597 (+170) • SCP-5593 (+107) • SCP-5596 (+159) • Tales/GoI Formats HOGSLICE Makes A Friend (+162) • Other PLAGUEPLACE (+192) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5594" by PlaguePJP, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5594. 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-5595 | esoteric-class | PlaguePJP: III by PlaguePJP SCP-5595 — Geoffrey Quincy Harrison the Third: Site Director, Gumball Machine ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5595 Level2 Containment Class: integrated Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo SCP-5595 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5595 is currently stationed at Site-322's Accounting Department. See the below addenda for further detail. SCP-5595 Description: SCP-5595 is a United States quarter gumball machine of unknown origin. SCP-5595's outward appearance is split into three separate parts: its glass dome, its main body, and its stand, all of which act in conjunction to support the entity. The glass dome is a featureless spheroid filled with approximately 30 gumballs. This acts as SCP-5595's ocular, auditory, and gustatory organs. The main body portion is composed of a steel alloy that has been painted red, save for the indented coin slot and retrieval system. While this portion is yet to be fully accessed, it is believed that a system similar to a rotary phone is within the internal cavity, along with a speaker. The stand is used by SCP-5595 to maneuver through its surroundings. It is composed of a 0.5-meter steel pole ending in a wide disk. At the bottom of this disk are four wheels. Despite its appearance, SCP-5595 is sapient, sentient, and capable of speech in English. Its voice is highly modulated and barely intelligible at times. SCP-5595's personality has been described as variably boisterous, sarcastic, and rude. Addendum 5595.1: Discovery SCP-5595 was discovered on May 24, 2019, in Site-322's first-floor security checkpoint. SCP-5595's presence did not initially raise alarm due to its amiable nature and knowledge of ongoing Site activities; those who encountered it believed it was a product of the Robotics and Cybernetics Department. SCP-5595 was apprehended as it attempted to pass through the checkpoint. A struggle ensued during the recovery process, as SCP-5595 fled from the pursuing containment team while insulting them and their family members. The only injury sustained during the recovery process was when SCP-5595 rolled over Agent Williams' foot, bruising his big toe. Eventually, the entity was retrieved and moved into a low-level containment chamber. It professed its innocence and its desire to return to "[its] job as the Substitute Site Director." Addendum 5595.2: Interview Log TRANSCRIPT Interviewer: Dr. Anthony Coix Subject: SCP-5595 «BEGIN LOG» Coix: Hello, my name is Anthony Coix. I'm here to have a quick chat to figure everything out. You know some stuff that I'd like to find out more about. Do you want to start with your name? SCP-5595: DIRECTOR GEOFFREY QUINCY HARRISON THE THIRD. Coix: Hmm, yeah that's the pickle isn't it? SCP-5595: GREAT INTERVIEW STARTER. AM I SUPPOSED TO ANSWER THIS RHETORICAL QUESTION? Coix: Well… no, it's a figure of speech — I'm just saying that your title, "Director," is incorrect. SCP-5595: I CAN DEBATE SEMANTICS ALL DAY. YOU SAID YOUR NAME WAS "COIX," YES? Coix: Yep. SCP-5595: HOW WOULD ONE SPELL THAT? Coix: C-O-I-X. SCP-5595: UNRELATED, ARE YOU THE ONE WHO ORDERED THOSE IDIOTS TO OPEN ME UP AND LOOK AT MY INSIDES. Coix: Yeah. Standard procedure for something mechanical, such as yourself. SCP-5595: THEY FAILED BY THE WAY. IT WAS PITIFUL. Coix: I'm aware. It's just standard procedure. SCP-5595: THAT WAS C-O-I-X, RIGHT? Coix: That would be correct. SCP-5595: ALRIGHT. THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME KNOW, DOCTOR COCKS. WHAT IS YOUR NEXT QUERY? Coix: Pronounced Coix, like koi. SCP-5595: WELL, WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY PRONUNCIATION, DR. COCKS? PLEASE TELL ME THE ISSUE. Coix: It's just incorrect. SCP-5595: I DON'T REALLY CARE, THEN. Coix: Um, alright. I'm reading this incident report here — says you were claiming that you were the "Substitute Site Director;" are you aware of a man by the name of Paul Lague? SCP-5595: YES. MR. LAGUE FORMALLY INVITED ME TO FILL IN THE POSITION OF SITE DIRECTOR WHILE HE WAS ON VACATION. Coix: He invited you? Personally? SCP-5595: IS HE HERE? Coix: No. SCP-5595: SOUNDS LIKE AN INVITATION TO ME. I'M LIKE A VAMPIRE WITH BEING WELCOMED IN AND ALL THAT JAZZ. I JUST DRINK SLIGHTLY LESS BLOOD. Coix: Who told you about his vacation? SCP-5595: IT WAS A BRIGHT TUESDAY MORNING. I WAS OUTSIDE WITH AN IRISH COFFEE ADMIRING THE SUN RISING AND THE WARM SPRING AIR ON MY SKIN WHEN A VERY SMALL BIRD FLEW OVER TO ME. IT WAS BLUE AND HAD VERY BLACK EYES; I KNEW I COULD TRUST IT. THE BIRD WHISPERED TO ME, "GEOFFREY, THOSE JACKASSES AT THAT WEIRD FACTORY BUILDING NEED SOME GUIDANCE." I THANKED THE BIRD AND LEFT MY HOUSE IMMEDIATELY. Coix: Are you going to tell me the real reason, or what? SCP-5595: IT WAS A SELFLESS GESTURE, ASSHOLE. I'M HERE TO GET THINGS RUNNING SMOOTHLY. Coix: I don't think that would be at all feasible. SCP-5595: YOU'RE GOING TO LOOK ME IN THE DOME AND SAY I'M NOT SITE DIRECTOR MATERIAL? Coix: Regardless of whatever potential you think you have to run this facility, you're not the Site Director. SCP-5595: UH HUH, AND YOU'RE NOT A THIRTY-FOUR-YEAR-OLD VIRGIN. DON'T PUT YOUR INSECURITIES ON ME NOW. I HAVE THINGS I'D LIKE TO DO IF YOU WOULD LET ME GET ON WITH DOING THEM. Coix: I'm actually neither thirty-four years old nor am I a virgin. I have a wife and two childr— SCP-5595: LIKELY STORY. Coix: Mhm. What things are you even going to do? SCP-5595: NUMBER ONE: I WOULD SECURE THINGS. I WOULD THEN TAKE THOSE THINGS AND NUMBER TWO: PROTECT SAID THINGS. THIRDLY I— Coix: Enough. SCP-5595: COCKS, IT'S RUDE TO INTERRUPT PEOPLE. Coix: You just interrupted me — and insulted me when you did. SCP-5595: NOW YOU'RE COMPARING YOURSELF TO ME. I UNDERSTAND I'M INTIMIDATING AND NOW THAT I HOLD AN OFFICE THAT'S MUCH MORE EXACERBATED. Coix: You are not the Site Director. (A brief pause.) SCP-5595: YOU ARE GASLIGHTING ME. Coix: No I am not! SCP-5595: YOU JUST DID IT AGAIN. Coix: By the definition of gaslighting I would have to be trying to convince you that the truth isn't the truth. Which I'm not doing! We both know what the truth is! SCP-5595: YOU HAVE SAID TWO-HUNDRED AND FORTY WORDS OF WORTHLESS TREASON, MR. COCKS AND I HAVE HAD ENOUGH. (A dial tone is heard within SCP-5595's interval cavity. A call is placed.) Coix: What are you doing? Command: Site-322 Command Center, please relay your call sign. Coix: Wait— SCP-5595: HI, DOCTOR COCKS IS ATTEMPTING TO HOST A MUTINY AGAINST MYSELF, THE SITE DIRECTOR.. Coix: That's rid— Amy, hi. Callsign Delta-11-21. Code Name: Sparkling Water. Command: Voice recognition accepted. Is there an issue, Dr. Coix? Coix: False alarm, place the source of this on the blacklist, please. Command: Will do. (Silence.) SCP-5595: YOU'RE A REAL PAIN IN THE GUMBALLS. Coix: Well, now that's not something a Site Director should say, is it now? SCP-5595: AT LEAST MY NAME ISN'T COCKS. «END LOG» Addendum 5595.3: Interview Log Two Upon his return, Dir. Paul Lague was introduced to the SCP-5595 file and the above interview. Believing that SCP-5595 would respond better to Lague's position, another interview was held. TRANSCRIPT Interviewer: Dir. Paul Lague Subject: SCP-5595 «BEGIN LOG» (Silence.) SCP-5595: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Lague: Nothing. Just getting a feel. SCP-5595: YOUR BUDDY TRIED THAT THE OTHER DAY. Lague: Oh boy, that’s a start. Enlighten me, please. SCP-5595: OF COURSE, HE CAME OVER TO ME AND TRIED TO SLIP ME A QUARTER LIKE I WAS SOME WHORE. Lague: You're a gumball machine, no? Isn’t that what you guys are meant to do? SCP-5595: WAY TO JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER. Lague: Are we talking about "Dr. Cocks" here, with the whole quarter business? SCP-5595: YEAH. I'M GLAD TO SEE THE TRUE PRONUNCIATION IS CATCHING ON. HOW LONG WAS THE WOOL OVER YOUR EYES ON THAT? Lague: Why did you insist on calling him that? SCP-5595: I WAS PRONOUNCING IT AS IT WAS SPELLED TO ME. Lague: So what? Are you going to pronounce my name as "La-gooey?" SCP-5595: NO, THAT WOULD BE RIDICULOUS. I SAW A PROBLEM WITH DR. COCKS' NAME AND DECIDED TO LEAD THE WAY FOR CHANGE. Lague: Oh come on, we both know the reason. Seemed like you were upset that the investigation team he ordered was a bit intrusive. SCP-5595: I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT YOU'RE GETTING AT. Lague: You very much do have a clue what I'm getting at. I'll admit, he can be a bit difficult at times, but what you called him can be construed as rude. No wonder he had you cooped up in here. You practically forced his hand. SCP-5595: I CONSTRUED NOTHING. MY OPINION OF MR. COCKS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MY REVOLUTIONARY PRONUNCIATION OF HIS NAME. HOPEFULLY IT CONTINUES TO SPREAD. Lague: Fine. Whatever. For the record, I think we both know what happened, but if you want to play the ignorant card I won't stop you. How about we discuss something a bit more business-related. SCP-5595: DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. IT'S YOUR HOUSE. Lague: Thanks for the permission. My understanding from everything I've read is that you were interested — in whatever form — in helping us here. Is that right? SCP-5595: I ATTEMPTED TO WHILE YOU WERE IN TIMBUKTU, BUT NO, I WAS ASSAULTED AND CAPTURED. REAL SLICK OPERATION YOU'RE RUNNING HERE, BY THE WAY. I DID NOT GET A PHONE CALL, MY RIGHTS WERE NOT READ, AND I WAS NOT OFFERED AN ATTORNEY. Lague: Well, I'm extremely sorry about the distress; I'll have to talk to security about those issues. Would you still like to — help that is? SCP-5595: SURE. I'VE GOT NOTHING BETTER TO DO. Lague: Great! For some background, a director at another Site implemented a new strategy to give anomalies a stress-free environment to live in and it seemed to work out well. We got inspired over here and just finished drafting the proposal for the higher-ups. I'm calling it the Appeasement strategy here at 322. SCP-5595: GREAT NAME. THAT'S WHAT FRANCE DID TO GERMANY AND IT ENDED UP GREAT FOR THEM. Lague: You're a real pessimist, you know that? This is for your benefit. SCP-5595: I SEE THE BIG PICTURE. Lague: Regardless, you said you'd like to help, and you're not dangerous. Practically the perfect candidate for this program; especially for its first foray, SCP-5595: YOU HAVE NO CLUE ABOUT MY DANGER, BUCKAROO. Lague: Sure, sure. I'll watch out for whenever that rears its head. But before we do anything like this, we're going to need to know who sent you here. SCP-5595: I TOLD COCKS ABOUT THE BIRD. I HAVE MORE WEBS TO SPIN IF YOU'RE SO INTRIGUED. Lague: It was a cute story, sure — and I don't deny you have more — but I need a name. A place. Literally anything to jump off of. SCP-5595: I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU. I SHOWED YOU MY HAND ALREADY. Lague: You don't know where you came from? I honestly have no idea how you expect me to believe that. Do you want the investigation team to come back in here? SCP-5595: GREAT APPEASEMENT STRATEGY YOU GOT THERE. TEN SECONDS AFTER TELLING ME ABOUT IT I'M BEING THREATENED WITH TORTURE. Lague: I'm not threatening anything. I need to know how you got here. SCP-5595: WHAT, ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR? Lague: Does the black moon howl? SCP-5595: THE MOON IS WHITE, DUMBASS. Lague: Worth a shot. (Pause) You know what, for the purposes of this, water under the bridge. If we need to come back to it later we will. SCP-5595: I ALREADY TOLD THOSE PERVERTS WHO TRIED TO DIG THROUGH ME THAT I WAS CLEAR. I WAS ACCUSED OF BEING A SPY BY COCKS TOO. BUT THEY FOUND NOTHING, AS I SO PREDICTED, ZERO, ZIP, ZILCH, NADA, OTHER SYNONYMS FOR NOTHING. I'M CLEAN AS A WHISTLE, BABY. Lague: Alright, I'll look through that report later. But for now, your assignment is gonna be in the cafeteria. I think you'll fit in there. SCP-5595: YOU DID IT AGAIN. Lague: Did what? SCP-5595: YOU'RE STEREOTYPING ME. FIRST THE QUARTER THING THEN THIS. Lague: Listen listen, the cafeteria is a nice, stress-free environment for you to mingle with staff. We're also going to do testing on you. SCP-5595: FINE. WHATEVER YOU SAY. «END LOG» Dir. Lague's proposal to include SCP-5595 as the first subject of the Integration Program1 was approved the following day. Addendum 5595.4: Testing/Event Log The Integration Program began with its first subject, SCP-5595, on May 27, 2019. Below is an abridged log of notable events from the staff cafeteria and Dir. Lague's testing. Purpose of Test Introduce SCP-5595 into Site-322’s various containment chambers. As an anomaly, it could provide how the cells could be updated to fit the needs to anomalies. Result SCP-5595 commented on the decor of the chambers, rather than any practical critique. Its main points regarded choosing new wallpaper, carpeting, replacing the floor tiles with hardwood, and installing televisions into all rooms. SCP-5595: I’VE SEEN MOTELS WITH MORE CARE PUT INTO THEIR PRESENTATION. SCP-5595 commented that the medium-sized containment cells were only “15.93%” larger than the small size. It was also pointed out that some of the floors were lopsided, in some cases, 24 degrees off level. Conclusion DENIED2 Included Personnel: Cafeteria staff Description: SCP-5595 demanded a meeting with Dir. Lague, claiming it discovered a plot to poison staff. Below is a transcript of their conversation. Lague: Go ahead. SCP-5595: THOSE SCOUNDRELS HAVE REPLACED THE MASHED POTATOES WITH "CAULIFLOWER MASHED POTATOES." BUT THEY HAVE NOT CHANGED THE PLACARD TO CORRESPOND. Lague: What would you like me to do about that. SCP-5595: THAT'S YOUR JOB TO FIGURE OUT. I DON'T KNOW, HANG THEM AS TRAITORS. This request was denied, however, SCP-5595 was thanked for the vital information. Following the threat, Dir. Lague also instructed SCP-5595 not to attack kitchen staff, as it charted an ambush utilizing a nonexistent Mobile Task Force known as MTF Delta-905 ("All Out of Bubblegum"). It is not to be told about the Foundation's diet program. Purpose of Test Determine SCP-5595's long-range communication capabilities. If substantial, it could be used as a communication hub. Result When asked to provide the number used to contact the Site-322 command, SCP-5595 was unaware of what researchers were requesting. When call logs were pulled, no source number was able to be found. SCP-5595 was asked to call Dr. A. Coix's cell phone. After doing so, it was found that SCP-5595 had a coverage range of approximately 5 kilometers. Conclusion DENIED Included Personnel: Researcher H. Jameson Description: Researcher Jameson attempted to purchase a gumball from SCP-5595. Jameson was not aware that SCP-5595 was a living being and did not request its permission. SCP-5595 subsequently spouted profanities at Researcher Jameson. Researcher Jameson claimed he did not read the memo regarding SCP-5595's inclusion in the cafeteria. Disciplinary action has been deemed unnecessary. Purpose of Test Determine SCP-5595's usefulness as an anomaly insight supervisor. It will give its comments on how the Foundation could improve its containment procedures. Result SCP-5595 was introduced to low clearance files. Its opinions are recorded below. File: SCP-5596 Comments: YOU HAVE IT LOCKED UP. JUST DONT TOUCH IT. File: SCP-5798 Comments: DON'T GO NEAR THE DRAIN. A LOT OF YOUR ISSUES COME FROM TOUCHING THINGS YOU SHOULDN'T TOUCH. STOP TOUCHING THINGS. File: SCP-5494 Comments: AT LEAST YOU FIGURED OUT NOT TO TOUCH THOSE ALL BY YOURSELF. It is possible the instructions given to SCP-5595 were unclear, or it was being purposefully difficult. Conclusion DENIED Included Personnel: Researcher B. Franco Description: SCP-5595 offered to help Researcher Franco with his trouble regarding Site-322's finances. Franco accepted the assistance, despite SCP-5595's lack of experience in both mathematics and accounting. This, eventually, led to SCP-5595 reworking the distribution of funds across Site-322. See Addendum 5595.5 for further details. Addendum 5595.5: Interview Log Three TRANSCRIPT (SCP-5595 enters Dir. Lague's office. A pair of glasses have been taped to its dome.) SCP-5595: WHAT DID I DO WRONG? Lague: How did you get into the Accounting Department? SCP-5595: I WALKED THERE, AS ONE DOES WHEN THEY WANT TO GET FROM POINT A TO POINT B. Lague: Don't get snappy, sometimes they don't even let me in there, let alone an anomaly. SCP-5595: MAYBE THEY DON'T LIKE YOU. DID YOU EVER THINK OF THAT? DON’T PUT ME DOWN BECAUSE YOU’RE SO INSECURE THAT THE MATHLETES DON’T LIKE YOU. Lague: Shut up. I got the report earlier about this utterly insane restructuring. How did you manage this? SCP-5595: YOUR DISTRIBUTION OF FUNDS WAS, AS THE KIDS SAY, WACK. ANY ASSHOLE WITH A BRAIN COULD SEE THAT, OR SO I THOUGHT. Lague: How, though? I go over these myself and we're almost always scraping funds for the random project. SCP-5595: I ASKED AROUND AND FOUND WE HOLD ABOUT 130 VARIOUS ANOMALIES. WHY DO YOU HAVE 50% OF THE FUND GOING INTO CONSTRUCTION WHEN ONLY 90 OF THOSE CELLS ARE FILLED? SPLIT THAT COST INTO OVERALL CONTAINMENT AMENITIES, GIVE YOUR EMPLOYEES A RAISE, AND YOU CAN TAKE THE REST OF THE SURPLUS FOR YOURSELF. MAYBE GO SOMEWHERE EXOTIC LIKE HAWAII OR SIBERIA. Lague: Surplus? SCP-5595: YES. A SURPLUS. A PRETTY BIG ONE TOO. Lague: Tell me about that… after. Are you — I don't know, made to do math? Is there a calculator somewhere in there? SCP-5595: NO. I LOOKED AT THE SHEET, SAW IT WAS MESSED UP TO HELL AND BACK, TOLD EVERYONE IN THERE TO CHANGE A FEW NUMBERS AROUND, AND THEN, AS THE NEW YORKERS SAY, BADA BING BADA BOOM, IT WORKED. Lague: So, what I'm hearing is that you refinanced a whole site by yourself in an hour while having no clue about math? SCP-5595: THAT WOULD BE CORRECT. (Lague fetches a piece of paper and draws a circle.) Lague: Look at this circle. SCP-5595: WOW. MASTERFUL. WERE YOU CLASSICALLY TRAINED? Lague: What is the circumference of it? SCP-5595: 18.84956666183000482. Lague: And you have no clue how you did that? SCP-5595: NO. NUMBERS ARE WORTHLESS TO ME, EXCEPT WHEN I’M COUNTING MY BENJAMINS. Lague: You just calculated a circle’s circumference to the — what was that — the twentieth decimal place? SCP-5595: SEVENTEENTH. Lague: And you’re just… unaware of what any of that means? SCP-5595: YEP. I THOUGHT A CIRCUMFERENCE WAS WHEN DOCTORS CUT— Lague: Nope, do not. Don't be weird. SCP-5595: YOU'VE GOTTEN DICTATOR-Y RECENTLY. IT WAS AS IF I COMMITTED A THOUGHTCRIME RIGHT THERE. Lague: Oh we're pulling out Orwell now. That's just utterly ridiculous. Don't act like you didn't know what you were doing. You wanted to say something risqué on the recording so you can have a laugh whenever you read the file again. You did it with the whole "Cocks" bit last week. I heard you giggling. SCP-5595: I LIKE TO FIND HUMOR IN THE DARK, GRAY, SAD WORLD WE LIVE IN. MY APOLOGIES — I THOUGHT I WAS THE PESSIMIST. Lague: Backtrack a bit, if you don’t understand numbers why did you agree to look at the spreadsheet and help them out? SCP-5595: I AM GOING TO BE HONEST, MY ORIGINAL SCHEME WAS GOING TO INVOLVE ACCIDENTALLY MOVING MR. COCKS AND MR. JAMESON INTO CUSTODIAL POSITIONS. I WASN’T ABLE TO DO THAT SO I OPTED TO JUST STUFF THOSE TAX NERDS IN THE PROVERBIAL LOCKER BY DOING THEIR JOBS BETTER THAN THEM. Lague: To sum up, you did all of that just to one up “the nerds.” SCP-5595: WOW, IT'S LIKE YOU CAN SEE RIGHT THROUGH MY HEAD. «END LOG» Regardless of SCP-5595’s original intent, its skills have been found to be extremely useful. SCP-5595 has since been permanently instituted into the Accounting Department, under minor surveillance, as an assistant mathematician and consultant. Footnotes 1. Formerly the Appeasement Program. 2. Some of its suggestions are being discussed by upper level Site staff. 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SCP-5596 | keter | PlaguePJP: VI by PlaguePJP SCP-5596 — The Love Doctor ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5596 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-5596. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5596 is contained in Site-322's standard item storage. SCP-5596-1 is contained in low-security humanoid containment. While its anomalous properties have subsided since the acquisition of SCP-5596, it is unknown if other machines similar to SCP-5596 could cause its properties to reappear. Description: SCP-5596 is a Love Tester machine dedicated to measuring the “sex appeal" of its users. Upon inserting a quarter, users will be prompted to grasp the machine's handle. When squeezed, a column of light bulbs indicated as corresponding to the users' attractiveness will illuminate.1 Ranks include (from lowest to highest): Clammy, Harmless, Mild, Naughty but Nice, Wild, Burning, Passionate, Hot Stuff, and Uncontrollable. SCP-5596-1. SCP-5596-1 is Chester Mabrey, a 26-year-old internet personality from Bangor, Maine. SCP-5596-1 was formerly the owner and host of "Modern Day Cupid," a YouTube channel dedicated to relationship advice targeted at young men. The channel accrued over two-hundred thousand subscribers until May of 2017 when SCP-5596-1 announced that he would no longer be uploading to the channel due to "other obligations." Those who have received any rank below "Naughty, but Nice" on SCP-5596 will have SCP-5596-1 teleported to their location within two weeks of their last usage. This event most commonly occurs between 8 PM and 12 AM local time while the target is isolated. SCP-5596-1 will then provide its target with advice regarding their love life and attempt to fix any of the target's relationship problems. Addendum 5596.1: Sample Interaction The capture of SCP-5596-1 was deemed paramount. The containment team on the SCP-5596 project used the machine, however, none were able to score lower than "Naughty, but Nice." Director Paul Lague ordered for SCP-5596 to be relocated to a Foundation shell store near Site-322 where both Site staff and members of the general populace could attempt to trigger the effects of SCP-5596. The most recent instance was triggered by James Yarbough, a 21-year-old college student. The Foundation initiated surveillance protocols, installing cameras and microphones into his home. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» (SCP-5596-1 appears in Yarbough's bedroom. SCP-5596-1 drags a nearby cushioned chair to the side of Yarbough's bed and retrieves his charging cellphone from his nightstand.) SCP-5596-1: Christ, you really are a loser. Yarbough: Who the hell are you? SCP-5596-1: The tooth fairy… or your guardian angel. Yarbough: Get the fuck out of my house! SCP-5596-1: Soon. You got Clammy? Seriously? What the hell are you doing man? You're better than that. Yarbough: I— I'm calling the police. SCP-5596-1: (Wags the phone to Yarbough.) If I go to jail again I lose a bet. If it's that big of a deal you can call 'em when I'm done. Yarbough: What are you going to do to me? SCP-5596-1: Improve your pathetic love life, for one. Yarbough: …I don't swing that way. SCP-5596-1: Me neither, but even if I did I could do a lot better than you, pal. Can we stick to it here? Yarbough: Stick to what? SCP-5596-1: My spiel. I have like sixteen other suckers I have to deal with tonight, so let's speed it up. You got Clammy, right? We all remember this? I'm not insane here? Yarbough: I— I really don't know what you're talking about. SCP-5596-1: The Love Tester in that strip mall on 14th street. My boss told me you used him on the 19th. Yarbough: That? You know that's an arcade machine? It was a quarter to squeeze some knob. SCP-5596-1: You'd think you'd get a higher rank given how much knob-squeezing you do at home… Now that I think about it, what you got, yeah, it adds up. If you haven't caught on already, I'm not the tooth fairy, and that "arcade machine" definitely wasn't just that. Are you gonna let me help you? Yarbough: With— with what. Why are you speaking in code? I don't understand what's happening. You've just been a complete asshole this whole time. SCP-5596-1: (Sighs. It recites the following rhythmically.) The pursuit of love is something grand. Something we all understand. You're a lonely loser guy. On the hunt for love, I'll try— Yarbough: Right there! You just did it! Do you have to insult me? SCP-5596-1: It's part of the gig, bub, can't help it. Do you want me to keep going with the song? There are like seven verses of exposition and shit about me. Yarbough: I'd rather you not. This is already the most uncomfortable experience of my life. SCP-5596-1: Thank you, I appreciate the feedback. What's up with your love life? Tell me about it, I don't judge. That's the boss' job. Yarbough: Is that all you're here for? Really? (SCP-5596-1 nods.) Yarbough: This is goddamn ridiculous. I had a girlfriend for about three years; broke up two months ago because the distance got too hard. That's about it. SCP-5596-1: You're feeling emasculated? Yarbough: The hell? I have no clue where you got that from. SCP-5596-1: Just running through my script. You want her back? I feel like you want her back. Like badly. Yarbough: I don't know— I don't even know if she wants me back. SCP-5596-1 holding its bow and arrow. Photo taken while in Foundation custody. SCP-5596-1: That's nothing to really worry about if I'm being honest. My thingamajiggy works like a charm. How about I crank you up to a Passionate? That one's always a good spot to be in. (SCP-5596-1 pulls a small, plastic bow from his pants along with a single plastic arrow terminating in a suction cup.) SCP-5596-1: That's about six ranks from where you are now. I like to think it helps but I never really get to see the results. The boss always tells me it works out well on his end. He likes to see the numbers bumped up. I'm not gonna argue, knowing how pissed he gets and how hot those lights get. So, a six? Yarbough: What does that entail? SCP-5596-1: Can you lift your hair back for me? (Yarbough complies; SCP-5596-1 nocks the artificial arrow and releases. It smacks onto Yarbough's forehead and remains in place.) Yarbough: Alright… and? SCP-5596-1: Just keep that on for a few hours and you'll hit that rank in no time. See ya later pal! Good luck! «END LOG» The following morning, James Yarbough traveled from his house in Lancaster, Pennsylvania to his ex-girlfriend's location in Dallas, Texas. Following a short interaction between the two, Yarbough was seen crying in his car before retreating home. Yarbough used SCP-5596 thirteen times upon returning, receiving the "Passionate" rank each time. No observable changes regarding Yarbough's success in romantic endeavors have been observed. Footnotes 1. This is actually determined by a combination of random chance and grip strength. More From This Author More From This Author PlaguePJP's Works SCPs SCP-7597 (+142) • SCP-5595 (+535) • SCP-6592 (+79) • SCP-6593 (+192) • SCP-5593 (+107) • SCP-8595 (+374) • SCP-6595 (+193) • SCP-7595 (+213) • SCP-7591 (+192) • SCP-6596 (+297) • SCP-7596 (+130) • SCP-5364 (+89) • SCP-8591 (+120) • SCP-7590 (+151) • SCP-8594 (+116) • Tales/GoI Formats HOGSLICE Makes A Friend (+162) • Other PLAGUEPLACE (+192) • |
SCP-5597 | keter | Item#: 5597 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-5597-2 upon recovery. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-5597, containment is predominately focused on early identification and acquisition of SCP-5597 manifestations. To this end, Mobile Task Force Theta-8 ("Whale Watchers") has been established to monitor for and intercept potential SCP-5597 manifestations. In addition to operating within established national, provincial, and academic groups likely to respond to beached cetaceans, MTF Theta-8 is to undertake a variety of duties concerning the containment of SCP-5597-5. These include monitoring SCP-5597-5's movement in and around the Gulf of Saint Lawrence and Bay of Fundy. Should SCP-5597-5 travel more than 50 kilometers from the local coastline, members of MTF Theta-8 are to embark upon the SCPS Nansen, an oceanographic research vessel, and follow SCP-5597-5 movement. At present, the physical containment of SCP-5597-5 within a Foundation site has been deemed unnecessary. Upon death, the corpse of SCP-5597-5 is to be acquired and transferred to Site-184's Aquatic Anomalies department and stored alongside the corpses of SCP-5597-1-4. Description: SCP-5597 refers to the collective manifestations of entities visually resembling members of the Eubalaena glacialis species,1 found to contain living humans within anomalous bodily cavities. At present, there are five known SCP-5597 manifestations, designated SCP-5597-1-5: SCP-5597-1-4 were recovered deceased and contained a comatose humanoid specimen attached to the entity via an umbilical cord within an atypical abdominal cavity. When removed from the entity, these individuals: a woman, aged 38, and three children, aged 3, 4, and 6, became conscious.2 SCP-5597-5 appears to be a living, active Eubalaena glacialis specimen. Ultrasonic imaging of SCP-5597-5 revealed the presence of an enlarged cranial cavity and the body of an adolescent male child partially grafted onto the tissue of the entity's frontopolar cortex. SCP-5597-5 has demonstrated a willingness to approach Foundation vessels at sea and engaged in migratory behaviour: traveling repeatedly between the Gulf of Saint Lawrence and the Bay of Fundy. Arield photograph of SCP-5597-5 interacting with a pod of Delphinidaes. Discovery: SCP-5597-1-4 were discovered by a marine biology research team on 14/08/2020 during the dissection of, what appeared to be, four stranded whales along the Southern Shore region of Nova Scotia, Canada. The civilian researchers contacted local authorities after discovering a living human child within one of the corpses. The Foundation was subsequently notified and deployed a field-research team from Site-184's Aquatic Anomaly Department. Foundation personnel discovered the presence of anomalous abdominal cavities containing a human specimen within each entity. When the umbilical cords connecting the individuals to the deceased corpses of the entities were severed, each human awoke. The individuals began demonstrating symptoms of shock and extreme distress, and attempted to communicate in a foreign language. These individuals were offered thermal blankets and water before being subsequently taken into Foundation custody. Shortly afterward, Foundation personnel noticed the presence of SCP-5597-5. Due to its size and mobile nature, it was impractical to contain at the time and was tagged for future acquisition. Addendum - A1: Interview with human recovered from SCP-5597-4. Following their arrival at Site-184, the language spoken by those recovered from SCP-5597-1-4 was identified as Russian. As attempting to separate the individuals resulted in displays of distress, they were permitted to remain together while the eldest individual, henceforth SCP-5597-4_A, was interviewed. AUDIO LOG DATE: 14/08/2020 NOTE: Interview was initially conducted in Russian. Dr. Ivanon conducted the interview, due to his knowledge of the language. Comments from the children accompanying SCP-5597-4_A have been removed for clarity. SCP-5597-4_A: Hush, Irina, it is okay. We are safe now. It will be okay. Mama needs to speak to the nice man, now. Kostya, come and hold your sister's hand. Thank you. SCP-5597-4_A's hands are seen to shake as she moves one of the children off her lap. She extends them to Dr. Ivanon, who shakes them before sitting. Dr. Ivanon: Hello, I'm sure you have many questions. My name is Doctor Henry Ivanon. Myself and my colleagues are here to help you, but we will need to ask you some questions first. Is there anything we could bring you and your, sorry, are these your children? SCP-5597-4_A: Yes, thank you, doctor. These are my children. I do not wish to trouble you, but we are all very hungry. Do you have any food perhaps? Dr. Ivanon: Yes, one moment. Dr. Ivanon relays the request through his earpiece. Dr. Ivanon: I'm being told that they'll be bringing something shortly. Now, would you mind telling me your name? SCP-5597-4_A: T- Tasha, doctor. Tasha Lebedev. And this is Kostya, Irina, and Katja. Say hello to the nice man, Kostya. Dr. Ivanon: Tasha, I'm not sure how aware of your situation you were. My colleagues have informed me that you and your children were recovered from within the corpses of several whales that had washed ashore. Is there anything you recall about this you can share with me? SCP-5597-4_A: Yes, doctor. We were to be brought somewhere safe. I know some of what happened. I will try to explain, but I fear you will not trust me. Dr. Ivanon: You can relax, Tasha. I assure you, there are many strange things in this world. SCP-5597-4_A rests her head in her hands for a few moments before responding. Her breathing is seen to slow slightly during this time. SCP-5597-4_A: The children were put to sleep first; I had asked them to keep me awake, to see them put into the beasts. I needed to be sure it was safe. I do not know by what magics it was done. A man, he pulled the bellies of the creatures open and smoothed the walls as though he were a potter shaping clay. He drew a pink cord from within and attached it to their bellies. It was unnatural; he mocked the birth I gave to them. But thank the lord it worked. That we are safe now. Dr. Ivanon: Safe from what, Tasha? SCP-5597-4_A: From the war, doctor. They had promised to take me far away, but surely even here - where you are speaking our tongue - you must know. Dr. Ivanon: Perhaps you could elaborate more. We need to have all the information we can, you must understand, for our records. SCP-5597-4_A: We were fleeing the Germans, doctor. I know it was unpatriotic, and perhaps I was a coward, but I needed to keep the children safe. My husband had been called to the fighting, and I was the only one there to protect our children. We knew they were creeping closer to the city, only days away. Even if Stalingrad surrendered, they would have taken me from my children, and Peter would have been killed. They'd have thought him old enough. When I was offered a way out I took it. I feel no shame. We are here now, and the children are safe. Dr. Ivanon: Who was it that assisted you? Are these the same individuals who put you and your children in the whales? SCP-5597-4_A: I do not know their names. They came in the night to my door and spoke with me to offer safe passage for us. I could scarcely believe it - I thought it was a trap! When I agreed they took us to the truck. We drove for hours, through the night and the day. We took only a little with us, scraps of food and some photos. We had to leave those behind when we reached the shore. Dr. Ivanon: You mentioned needing to agree. What were the terms of this arrangement - did they want anything from you? SCP-5597-4_A: My father was a sailor. We didn't live near the coast growing up, but each spring he would make his way to the ports and find work. He'd send money to my mother and I. When he returned he would bring me a gift: polished pieces of sea glass, carved wooden ships, once a pearl on a string. When I was ten, he was gone longer than we expected and we feared the worst. He came back, at night in the middle of a storm. He was soaked to the bone, with a wild look in his eyes. His mustache had grown out over his mouth, which I knew was odd. He had always taken great care of it before, I can still remember the smell of the wax he used. SCP-5597-4_A: That night he took me into our kitchen and told me he had a special gift, one that I mustn't tell anyone about, not even my mother. It was a metal key - bronze, I think. I had never seen one like it: the prongs split off on all sides and curled like vines. He pressed it into my hand - I can feel the weight when I think about it, its cold heft upon my palm. He sent me to bed and in the morning it was like it never happened; we never spoke of it. SCP-5597-4_A: When he left the next Spring, he never came back. SCP-5597-4_A: That was what they asked of me: the key. I don't know how they knew of it, but I gave it to them. For the lives of my children and I. Dr. Ivanon: I see, if there's anything more you can recall about this item, I'm sure one of my colleagues will want to speak to you about it. Were you aware that there was an additional whale that didn't make landfall? SCP-5597-4_A appears to speak under her breath for a moment and take the hand of the nearby child before responding. SCP-5597-4_A: Yes, doctor. That is my eldest, Peter. We were told we'd need a shepherd, to help us through the dark of the ocean's night. I do not wish to speak more of it, not in front of the children. Dr. Ivanon: Is there anything more you recall about the people who came to you? Any names or methods of identification? At this point a tray with food and drinks from the site cafeteria arrives and is set on the table. SCP-5597-4_A: It was dark, doctor, and they spoke a different language to one another. But I saw something on the truck when they came to get us, an insignia of sorts. If I may borrow your paper, I will try and draw it for you. Dr. Ivanon: That would be appreciated. I'll leave this here for you. Thank you for your time, Tasha. Please enjoy the meal. SCP-5597-4_A produced the following image after the interview: This symbol matches known iconography employed by Jean & Jean Transtemporal Shipping. Due to the atemporal nature of this organization, when this symbol was first used is currently indeterminable. The use of living Cetaceas for trans-temporal travel is a divergence from the known modus operandi of this organization, which has typically employed osteomantic, thaumaturgic rituals involving the bones of deceased Cetaceas for such purposes. In addition to the above image, SCP-5597-4_A wrote an accompanying message in Russian: My dear son, my sweet boy. You have given us the greatest gift and at such a cost. I wish I could hold your hand in mine again. See you sing with father as he plays the balalaika, and your sisters dance. You have led us such a distance, but we must make the way now on our own. I cannot imagine you will forgive me for this. I would not want it if you did; I do not deserve forgiveness for it. I will think of you always my son - when Irina cries, when Kostya asks for his brother, as Katja learns this new tongue I hear them speak, when the sun sets and when the day comes, I will think of you - I promise you this. I will tell you a truth I've kept from them, and from myself for I cannot bear it. Your father had died before we left. And now you, I must lose as well. Your loss is the worse to hold in my heart, for it was my fault and my choice. It will gnaw upon me each day. The shepherd is not to die to save his flock and the mother is not to leave her son. What a cruel world we have made my boy. Will this new one we have found be different? I do not know. I love you, I have loved you, and I will love you. Goodbye, my son. As SCP-5597-1-4_A did not possess any anomalous abilities or properties, they were interviewed and administered amnestics and memory-suppressing memetic agents over a period of three weeks. During which, they were additionally gradually exposed to modern technological advances. After confirming the successful repression of veil-threatening knowledge, SCP-5597-1-4_A were subsequently integrated into Russian immigrant communities in Toronto.3 No further containment procedures are required at this moment. While SCP-5597-5 has demonstrated an unusual level of engagement with Foundation research teams, no reliable way to communicate with the entity has thus far been established. Footnotes 1. North Atlantic right whale. 2. See Addendum - A1: Interview with individual recovered from SCP-5597-4. 3. Ontario, Canada. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5597" by DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5597. 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-5598 | keter | Notice: This file possesses cognitohazardous properties. While reading this text is not believed to be harmful, comprehension and interpretation of the text will be negatively affected. Please exercise discretion when reading this document. CANTO I Now right off the bat you're going to be confused but this is because there is a lack of a lack of a number 5598 but this is because we are men of science and theory (who do not answer to poetry) but this is because we are not lesser men if we die in the dark then who dies in the light? but this is because the object of poetry is not idiot clarity and washington stakeform neither the bank vault nor the greek mathematician but the topmost of the **Kabbalah abbalah abalone, the most hidden of hiddens, (injected with Jenova geneva (a city in Switzerland) (designed by Tetsuya Nomura and voiced by Lance BassGeorgeNewbernTylerHoechlin, for english is what we are concerned with today)) I think you the reader understand the problem here, and the problem is poetry is difficult to contain, meaning is squeezed out of it and we have to force the words back into an order of magnitude the truth, proscribed being that our humans, our people, our he/she/they/xe shining coats glory be must try and find meaning where meaning slips free into the very foundational order of the language if you want to taste poetry melting ice cream on the tongue you have to let the words slip into sounds but we cant otherwise poetry overwhelms the system because we live in a world with out poetry we die in the dark (we let the leaker live in a platinum safe, site 93, where Dr. Nealon (who is not assigned to SCP-5598) [fight!] is to maintain a 24 hour operating security camera watching it to make sure the poem-intestines do not prolapse. The documents he works on [he does!] is an example of how much leak is out, floating boating boat moat boat on a moat stoat groat worming up your throat boat boat boat on an endless starlit sea. (this is almost poetry, and therefore it is bad poetry)) a team of psychiatrists and PhD (you), normally Pound collection in hand and a knowledge of Lowell and Creeley at arms like guns, are tasked to force things back into. you are antipoetry, you fight language itself, you wield what you hate, the silly amateur rhyme and the cutesy platitutde as antiguns, a gun turned inside out against the falling out of meaning if you hate poetry (you) you wield anti-intellectualism to preserve your world. You wield the Hallmark card against the eldritch force that unwinds the tongue and burns the brain. the avant-garde is evil, the counterculture can't help me Where your beloved thing blends, in capitalism, with the banality of the liberal nothing. that is where you save our reality this thing cannot move, but it hates you this poem you read (hopefullly) means something, it fails as poetry. It should not be difficult to those who get it, but it is a crapshoot. It is meant to be consumed as manual, it can't. This poem is corruption. CANTO II I Ferlinghetti, stand on a blasted heath in health that lies no where, where no man can not think too much without dehydration the description above is false, yes, but it is also true. consider a magazine of poetry OR poetry, 1981 March, L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E, founded, edited and edited by Charles Bernstein and Bruce Andrews. If you know of the language poets than you know what I know, which is truth. Can the truth handle the truth [bernstein] But if SCP-1981 really does see circles that are not circles, billions of dead souls inside containment, unravellers have eaten country's moral fabric, turning hearts into filth, yadda yadda yadda, et cetera et cetera, will you just shut up man, is he really from a kingdom level above human? Well, no. Here is how you understand the magazine, the SCP-5598. As you've guessed, smart boy, it leaks. It leaks its inner contents and we don't have a clue of the original innards before the victim was slaughter ed. It leaks the language poets, who abhorr poetry as consumerism, the vampire of meaning and memory. Words should stay hidden. The meaning is mine. This is less poetry than poetry. You built from words first and words for words sake than any sort of involuntary unvoluntary desire to communicate. A spokesman for Bernstein, who is himself himself. SCP-1981 was found in a library, though, that's important. books/not books (SCP-1981 is a book) butting up against each other and leaking. We have to consider how poetry plays, because if I author quote Fake Reagan here, then is fake reagan here?(and is this how the thing in the bay of bengal functions?) Poetry is an idea sponge. (the working theory in the department is that the magazine was placed next to a worse thing, and if Bernstein's rules of axioms hold true, then, logically, we have a problem wherein the interchange of meaning destabilizes words and liberates them, sets the words free. Current theories on the worse thing are A blasted heath (literally) Max Stirner, but who takes Max Stirner one step further, an uber Marxist who hates marxists who points out that if society and liberalism and communism and capitalism are spooks that do not exist, and by that same measure there is only the ego in the worker, but if the ego is merely making meaning, and if meaning itself has no matters, and as consequence the ego does not exist, and if the Freudian ego (proven true see SCP-XXXX) isn't real, and as consequence life has no matters, could it be that life does not exist? stops. breathing. you never could breath. Fuck (he/hers/them) the underworld itself We know.) If you can quote it, it exists, and if it is assumed true that poetry has a language, then it *has* a language. It has a language. It can speak to itself. It's already doing it. Think about it, literally. this poem is in communication with SCP-5598 and the language centers of your brain and it changes the way you see it. Protocols are in place, no worry and yet. You already think in poetry. Just take care stare bear in the forest at where the wind blows and whistles through the tall grass housewife at home playing lute [yes! more!] What's worse, the poets are unsleeping with poetry that isn't poetry, bogged down by thoughts that aren't them because think about it. really think about it, if poetry the way the language poets practice it is divorced from ideas of personal experience and is words first than you loose your own personal experience, then you lose your own personal experience. Pay Attention. What's worse, the poets see it, and it wears a white gown. (If your thoughts aren't your own, and they aren't thoughts, what are they? are they human? If not, what are they capable of?)they won't describe more before their eyes often just go [OK Go is an American rock band ok now go dont go yugo slavia flavia flavor of mine inside bind tie them down a white gown big frown big mouth loose teeth I am a freak. I have hands and I have feet, and if you saw me you'd faint, you'd be petrified, mummified, turned into stone or a pillar of salt sodom and gomorrah are burning] the poem wrote that Now, for the next part of the story, I'm going to get technical. Hang on, I promise it'll be alright. It will help you understand poetry's place in a modern capitalism age and also how to contain SCP-5598. two years from now 2021 the poet and bookseller Lawrence Ferlinghetti, aged 101, will die on the floor of his old covidclosed bookshop City Lights Bookstore eyes missing arms missing mouth agape they will find fragments of white fabric on his coat and a great disturbance in the poetry section. The blood and gore leaking from the old man's face will be consistent with Kerouac long ago. October 20, 1969, St. Petersburg, Florida, Kerouac vomits blood. the sky hangs heavy over St. Anthony's Hospital, the official death is from an esophageal hemorrhage due to alcohol abuse but we lied, we die in the dark. It ripped out his liver, the source of his poetry, present in every bottle of booze that wormed its dark way into his songs (its skin is long) It is a creature of Interzone, but now back there Wuthering Heights is destroyed in City Lights Bookstore. The Beat Generation will pass and we will no longer face darkness the same way. No more cutups or facing the terror through the wall [ginsberg]. William S. Burroughs starred in both Drugstore Cowboy and a Nike ad. He shot his fucking wife in the head while high. If you sing your grief the world will sing But the thing will be he (Ferlinghetti on a blasted heath) wont be dead. aged 103 it sliced off his arms and cut out his eyes and left him sputtering on bookshelf floor but it had been there since the fifties tracing him through word after word after word. No eyes to read no hands to write because the poetry stole them, the poetry we discuss races through the skull and burns out the neurons like lights in a city winking off one by one by one. (No, this is wrong) It affects you too. You haven't seen SCP-5598 yet but maybe one day you'll be alone, in a shopping mall Disneyworld hell or else a dark room, the love of your life fucking you on the bed or sobbing inconsolably at horrifying things on the television and what do you know you'll be shot through the head with talkpoems and cut-ups and submarine light in Bickfords and the scales of a fish and you'll be sobbing as your mind undoes itself. You've seen it, the disconnect of all the words that make up you (because the words really do make up you) and then you'll see the white gown and the long skin and the nails that fold back on the head. I've seen them. Soft nail. Sky sharp. Roger snore why did the chicken If the past ten words are pointless, you might be a redneck [foxworthy] if if if if if! No matter how political or polemical or puritanical (lou dobbalina mr bob dobalina [funky homosapien[tork]] fuck stop stop stop), I have a moment of lucidity to know I am a dead man. I am ashamed that any sense I make is just part of the fucking poetry. [no] last call of the night: if poetry is an idea sponge, what does it absorb? more poetry? or else? CANTO III quick example if you look at the poems of 1981 March, L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E like I did, it slips a trip a grip. consider how a man imprisoned on false and fraudulent trumped-up judgery tries his fingers at a basic construction, where the simple center of the poem is the poem. C onsider the crisis at hand when you write on trying to recall parties at drunken colleges singing Chainsmokers into smoky night, drunk and alone: (no training): 404 Internal Server Error The server encountered an unexpected condition which prevented it from fulfilling the request: Traceback (most recent call last): File "/SCP/5598/files/_display.py", line 551, in respond table.open.body = self.handler() File "/SCP/5598/files/_display.py", line 331, in __call__ return self.callable(*self.args, **self.kwargs) File "error_classic.py", line 12 in index raise FileNotFoundError(obj) FileNotFoundError: [Errno 6] File inaccesible: 'D-34666_TESTING_INPUT01.pdf' understand this is fleeting it is a lie but also if you want to fight it, preserve what remains, this is also a lie. Periodt. The transfiguration! Christ will come like that! [o'connor] Following A Party at XXXXXX's (Oct. 2019) Life is blunt smoke and hot sauce, a spiraling cigarette abyss. In arc-sodium spaces they cut White Claw seltzers like birthday cake under marijuana vice grips and all our yesterdays really HAVE lighted fools the way to dusty death. The Twitter literati, they say, have debated whether pegging is a reflection of the base code of the universe, fractalized anal sex in A minor, fellas, is it gay to be alone? In the dim and longing steets, a solitary skateboarder rides nowhere fast; his face glassy mirror under hooded cloak, Beats by Dre melting like clocks on an ant-beach. He soars into a harrowing middle distance sunrise. Admit it. Your home died 7 years ago, gurgling on the floor in someone else’s kitchen “Away! Away! We must make haste! Avast ye! I’ve heard the mermaids calling!” this means nothing to you, if you piece more than bare logic from it there's fire to be held in sunrise hands and rotting flesh from bone so we shouldn't have looked back, shouldn't have saved her, we loved her. her skin is long CANTO IV Arthur Handscome, tall and intellected a cut too big for his coat sits with the site director, alone, coffee and cronut display with grapes in salad, to discuss a matter of unnerving importance. You see, says he, the problem with Five Five Nighty Eight is even though Analytics determines yes, our army of poets must write bad poetry, the horseshoe circles around. What do you mean says the director legs bulging muscled in suit. Well, consider it thus, if we fight high art's decay of meaning with low art, poetry that is communicative and simple, well this is no protection from decay of meaning. It doesnt matter if capitalism or postmodernism absorbs poetry and removes its meaning as art, the kind of poetry the language poets preach has no meaning, its words first just a jumble of them the reader creates the meaning and well he gestures broadly thats the anomaly. Here the words dont stick and it destroys consciousness slowly as the brain scrambles for meaning. the site director frowns and gulper eel takes a swig mouth too wide for his teeth, but then we have no way of containing it, it eats through every poet except Dr. Nealon and it spreads throughout word by word by sentence by sentence turning back on it, poetry as plague, and we have no backup procedures every procedure is a poem and every procedure author dies but handscome knows this and he freezes and realizes there's a lack of __ in the air. it is it her it no way out he thinks the doors the walls arent opening but of course they arent doors or walls they arent even real. (this is what I told you about the kingdom level above human and the thing in the bay of bengal. they originate from it) the site director realizes it too but too late and begins to scramble and cry but its not tears its meat coming out in a fetus the agent dives under the table, ears ringing 300 decibelles we didn't start the fire [joel] and he tries to pull a poem out I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; [wordsworth] but soon daffodils are nothing and so are clouds, nothing is nothing is nothing is poetry, and the song that sings the universe is only itself and now he thinks this: humans are meant to be complex. They are meant to be a vision of wheels rhyming with each other, in unusual bouncing off way They are meant to exist in large tribes and unknowing groups with multitudes no one man knowing each other, knowing the full the deer died following the toyota in the cornfield with the state park looming. trees turn to fire at dawn. then Handscome thinks one last think a rinky dink (im trying to finish [stop]) before he passes into elysium fields and that's what he thinks elysium fields abandon all hope ye who enter here the styx the lyre the ending in the beginning. (she's tearing at his eyes now) on the verge of becoming human again, of seeing sunshine, h If you see me we will diee sees her again and the lyre strings break, and die. (poetry lasts since forever. [shut up already!] my love to you my pillar of salt halt walt walt disney [die! die under the claws and the long skin! just fucking shut up! i hate this poem!] Sing O'muse!) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5598" by LordStonefish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5598. 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-5599 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5599 Special Containment Procedures: All copies of SCP-5599 are held in one of Site-77's medium-capacity vaults. Mobile Task Force Eta-6 ("Presented In Color") have been dispatched to thrift stores and garage sales in the Appalachian region to recover any additional copies of SCP-5599 which exist outside of containment. Exposure to SCP-5599-related materials is highly restricted, with D-5599 being the designation for the exposed individual being studied. Any other living beings found to have been affected by SCP-5599 are to be euthanized. Description: SCP-5599 refers to data present on approximately 1,500 cartridges produced for the Atari Video Computer System. They are playable on any computing system with a cartridge slot large enough to accommodate it, even if no actual connection is made. When inserted into such a slot, SCP-5599 produces scrambled bitmap graphics and assorted sounds. Although reactive to controller inputs, it is difficult to assess what SCP-5599's intended content was — as frequent crashing often leads to corruption of the systems interpreting its data. The following effects are not known to be universal, but have been observed in testing. Loading SCP-5599 or analyzing its assets has caused all subjects who have been designated D-5599 to experience permanent hearing loss. First reporting mild tinnitus, D-5599's hearing degraded over a period of six months until only being able to hear sounds which could have been produced by an MOS Technology 6532 sound chip. Neurological pattern recognition degenerates once the deafening is complete. The semicircular canals, vestibule, cochlea, and other auditory organs are not outwardly damaged but will no longer detect audio as expected. Subjects may also develop visual impairment relating to pattern recognition such as prosopagnosia. The temporal lobe will become desiccated1 in subjects experiencing this effect and may lead to them being totally unable to communicate. Left alone in their head SCP-5599 can be perceived normally by affected subjects with some preferring to hear harsh sounds than nothing at all. The reduction in human lifespan among exposed subjects is statistically significant. Further study is required to determine whether this is due to brain damage, profoundsocial isolation, or a combination of other factors. Alone in the mirror on the bathroom floor D-5599 claims that repeatedly viewing SCP-5599's output moderately stabilizes the graphics. Even after being made to forget, D-5599 has consistently described guiding a small object2 through a crude graphical depiction of a golf course and into a hole. Once the hole has been filled, a large marine animal3will consume the object. On-screen text such as "keep the red army red algae blooms at bay" and "The Ocean's aer(sic) die" appears before the program crashes. SCP-5599 was discovered in 1983 after the Appalachian region of the United States saw an unusual spike in deafness. Addendum: Interview 5599-Y. D-5599 speaks with Dr. Sanitatem about the progression of SCP-5599's effect and its impact on their ability to communicate. Access Audio Player Access Denied TERMINAL SHUTDOWN… DECONTAMINATION COMMENCING Access Document Arcadia-X Access Granted The following information was included on a mimeographed flyer included with SCP-5599 purchases. At Arcadia, we're doing more than satisfying every holey bit where your craving is laying. We're also never going to stop. Everything you're stuffing into that void falls right through back to us, so we can keep cranking. Prepare, it's here, Arcadia! Curse of the Everglade You Are Trash! Stray Back When Oil & Boil 'Em Silverfish Zane Grey Pro Dentistry: Deluxe Edition Telemassacre fish golf Flapper Bloccom The Last G.A.R.Y. Star Justices THEY'RE COMING SOON Footnotes 1. Mummified 2. Hypothesized to be a bowl or glass 3. Possibly a fish or shark ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5599" by Anonymous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5599. 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-5600 | keter | 4/5600 LEVEL 4/5600 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5600 Keter Elk Grove, WI circa 1978. Special Containment Procedures: An exclusion zone has been established at a distance of 5km from SCP-5600 and marked with hazardous waste warnings. A joint agreement with the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources has designated the area surrounding SCP-5600 as blighted and all roads have been redirected away from the exclusion zone. Security Task Force Sigma-10 ("Rolling Stones") has been assigned to monitor the exclusion zone and intercept any persons or objects attempting to either enter or leave SCP-5600. Members of STF Sigma-10 are to be equipped with a chroniton dosimeter1 at all times and rotate off-site as necessary for safety. The accumulation of chronitons2 may have unpredictable interactions with Foundation interests, including the containment of SCP-5600. Due to the inherent difficulties in recovering personnel, entry into SCP-5600 is not permitted at this time. Description: SCP-5600 is a temporal rift affecting the town of Elk Grove, Wisconsin where time does not advance beyond December of 1979. Residents of Elk Grove awaken each day with an intrinsic understanding that it is still some time during "December of 1979", and are able to maintain a sense of progression between each individual day. Radio broadcasts, television broadcasts, and the local newspaper within SCP-5600 all continue to publish information or produce new programming daily. These publications include material synthesized from local, regional, and national events circa 1979, however, large segments of all publications consist of lorem ipsum3. Direct communication is not possible between the interior and the exterior of SCP-5600. While it is possible to safely observe and monitor the anomaly from within the boundaries, objects or personnel who attempt to leave the anomaly undergo temporal shearing as they transition back to normal space-time. To date, this shearing effect has been ultimately fatal to personnel but does allow for the transition of some inorganic objects. Investigation Log.5600.1: After numerous attempts to investigate SCP-5600 using unmanned and remotely controlled devices, a manned mission was approved and scheduled for 1985-03-20 which included Agents Dureau and Jonas. Both agents were equipped with precautionary hazardous environment equipment, as well as VHS recording devices. On 1985-03-21 proximity alarms within the exclusion zone indicated multiple objects had appeared near the boundary of SCP-5600. A recovery team was dispatched and inventoried a total of twenty VHS tapes. Several tapes were scorched beyond salvaging but more than 80 hours of total footage was retrieved. December 1979 Tape #1 Eject tape Footage begins with the camera pointing down at a dirty tile floor. There are numerous wet boot prints and slush puddles scattered about. The camera jerks up to the interior of a convenience store. Agent Jonas is visible in the adjacent aisle looking at the camera from behind a bag of chips. A hand reaches out and grabs one of the bags of chips and brings it closer to the camera. Agent Dureau: "Look at this.." Agent Dureau flips the bag around. It is a generically packaged solid gray color with white block letters that read 'CHIP SNACKS' near the top. There are no nutrition labels or other information visible on the bag. Agent Jonas: "Very strange…Chip snacks, soda pops, chewing gum, candy snack. Where's Coke? Where's the Gummy Bears? I've heard of off-brand but these are no brand at all." The camera pans around further as Dureau roams the store. He approaches a cooler door and pulls it open. Cases of 'Good Beer' line the top shelf, 'Modest Beer' beneath that, and finally 'Hog Swill' on the bottom shelf. Agent Dureau: "This place creeps me out. We're out of here soon, I hope? If this is the worst thing going on inside this bubble, we're going to be fine." Agent Jonas: "Yeah, we're out either tonight or first thing tom—" A voice from off-camera interrupts with "Merry Christmas!" and as the camera is snapping around to face it, the tape stops due to damage. The rest of the tape was unsalvageable. December 1979 Tape #4 Eject tape Footage begins in a diner with the camera positioned to see a row of people sitting and drinking coffee. Agent Dureau: "This here is the diner's morning coffee crew. My dad always used to tell me that places like these were the pulse of any good town. All the information gets exchanged here, all the stories, all the deals, all the rumors get vetted and validated over cups of java and slices of pie." The camera zooms in on the man standing behind the counter who is holding a carafe of coffee and topping up the cups of the other locals. Agent Dureau: "And this here is Joe Kirschbauer, the proprietor of the finest establishment here in Elk Grove. Say hello and Merry Christmas for our video, Joe." Joe waves to the camera but turns away with shy deference. Diner Patron: "Joe makes the best lemon meringue pie this side of the Mississippi 364 days a year. Aside from Christmas." Several other patrons eagerly affirm this statement. Kirschbauer: "Well, without Betty behind the counter you boys gotta get your sugar fix somehow." Several patrons laugh, as does Kirschbauer, but his smile quickly fades. The video cuts but then resumes in the same diner. One of the diner patrons is sitting across the table, Agent Jonas is in the seat to the right of center, Agent Dureau behind the camera. The three of them speak in hushed tones. Diner Patron: "Joe's lived here almost his whole life other than a few years he went off to business school. Came back right after and married his high school sweetheart. Gorgeous woman, Betty. Maiden name Ansbach, I think." Agent Jonas: "The way things were worded something happened to her, yeah? Divorce, early death, infidelity?" Diner Patron: "Jesus man, keep your voice down. If Joe heard you he'd break that pot of coffee over your head! Betty was a sweet, sweet woman. Active in the church committee, the PTA, you name it. She and Joe opened this diner together. He did the flattop, she did the coffee and pies, and this town supported the hell out of them. They had two kids. The first one they lost to whooping cough. Real, real sad. Two years later they tried again and had a boy, Daniel. He's ten-years-old now if I'm remembering right." Agent Jonas: "Betty and Joe stayed together and had another? Wow, that's a strong relationship. I can't imagine." Diner Patron: "Yeah. We were all like one big family for them back then. It changed them both but that's not really the sort of thing it's too polite to go asking about or poking at. We just did what we could and so did they. But then, not long after Daniel's…4th birthday, I think? The three of them were coming back from Shullsburg and got hit by a drunk driver. Betty died by the side of the road and Daniel hasn't said a word since." Agent Dureau: "The boy is completely non-verbal? That's a terrible story." Diner Patron: "None of his teachers can get him to say a word. He seems to read and write fine but the boy just won't talk. Doc in town, he's a psychologist so he says, says the trauma did this to the boy's psyche. Needs something—" Several minutes are lost due to damage to the tape. Agent Jonas: "—any plans for Christmas?" Diner Patron: "Oh, sure. Me and the Mrs. will do the early service at church, then stop on by to drop off the gift for Daniel, then we'll come head to my wife's sister's house across the street for dinner." Agent Jonas: "I'm sorry did you say you're giving a gift to Daniel? As in the Kirschbauer boy?" Diner Patron: "I did, yes. That okay?" Agent Dureau: "Sure, just wanted to make sure we heard you right. Can we get you some more coffee?" The diner patron smiles, nods in the affirmative, and mouths 'Merry Christmas'. Agents Jonas and Dureau look at each other with concern. December 1979 Tape #16 Eject tape Footage begins inside a residential living room. The camera is pointed at a convertible sofa where Joe Kirschbauer is seated. His son, Daniel Kirschbauer, is sitting on the floor in front of him playing with a set of Lego brand building blocks. Agent Dureau is seated in a chair on the far right side of the screen. Agent Dureau: "Thanks Joe, we won't take up too much of your time." Kirschbauer: "That's okay, boys. You've bought enough pie and coffee for the locals that I had to yield sooner or later. If I didn't stop you, everyone would be too fat to fit in the door after Christmas!" Kirschbauer laughs and the Agents politely laugh along. Agent Dureau: "You're actually the last person in town to agree to be interviewed. Other than your son, obviously, but—" Several minutes of video are lost due to damaged tape. Footage resumes as Joe Kirschbauer sits forward and pats his son on the head. He leans down to his son's ear and says something to him the camera audio is unable to pick up, then the boy gets up and leaves. Joe waits for his son to be safely out of the room before resuming. Kirschbauer: "Fellas I'm just not sure what more there is to gain from talking to me. You watch my diner every day, you talk to all my patrons and I know they've already told you every rumor in town worth hearing. So why don't you tell me why you're intent on ruining the mood of another Christmas." Agent Dureau: "Christmas is important to you, isn't it? It seems to be the one thing everyone here has in common: anticipation for Christmas and a gift for your son." Kirschbauer: "Christmas is important to my son so it's important to me. It's his favorite holiday. He deserves to enjoy it." Agent Jonas: "Any plans for Christmas you want to share with us?" Kirschbauer: Joe shifts uncomfortably in his seat for several seconds. "Not especially. It's a private affair and I don't really know you very well." Agent Dureau: "I'll be direct Mr. Kirschbauer. Everyone in town has a present for your son, or very nearly everyone. And that's not an exaggeration. I know your family suffered a profound tragedy and it's wonderful that everyone is there for you but every single resident, six years after the accident, still keeping this up? Can you explain this to me in some—" Dureau is interrupted by Kirschbauer. Kirschbauer: "I'm not going to be lectured by the two of you on what is and what is not an acceptable way for my son to spend his Christmas. Everything safe and good about his childhood was taken from him by a drunk driver and I am not going to let Christmas join that list. You're going to shut the fuck up and figure out what to get my son for Christmas or you're going to get out of my life forever. Your choice." Agent Dureau: "Joe, he's never going to be able to move on from her death if you don't let him." Kirschbauer: "I think I've made myself clear. It's time for you to leave." Jonas picks up the camera and the two agents leave the house. As they walk down the path to the driveway, Mr. Kirschbauer is heard angrily telling them to 'have a Merry Christmas' before slamming the door. The camera is then manually turned off. December 1979 Tape #19 Eject tape Footage begins at night as Agent Dureau pulls the door to the diner open. Few lights are on except for above one booth in the back. Joe Kirschbauer sits in the booth cradling a cup of coffee with a cigarette in his hand. He does not look up as the agents approach. Agent Dureau: "Joe, can we talk?" Kirschbauer: "Not with that [camera] on." The camera is set on the countertop and the lens cap is put in place. The rest of the interview is audio-only. Kirschbauer: "I'm sorry I've been short with you. It's just…it's stressful. I want everything perfect. My son deserves it and we're going to get it fucking right. It's enormously stressful to hold things just so and to try to change a town of 1800 people." Agent Dureau: "Change the town how? What do you mean?" Kirschbauer: "Slowly. Gradually. Each and every person, day by day, until they embrace the Christmas spirit and join the effort to lift my son's holiday. With some folks, it's much easier than others; weak wills or substance abuse leaves them with no defense. After that, I started working on the other influencers. The town council, the school board, the priest, the deputy. People with no influence, no connection, they're the hardest and there are still plenty of them out there. The diner helps with that and gives them a reason to come and find me sometimes." Agent Dureau: "What happens when and if you finally get everyone to cooperate?" Kirschbauer: "My son can have the Christmas he deserves and he'll find the strength to speak again. I know it." Agent Dureau: "Joe I…has your son spent time with a psychologist or psychiatrist? Grief counseling is really important and everyone deals with tragedy in their own way, I don't think it's fair to—" Kirschbauer: "Yeah I took him to the shrink in town on the regular for almost four months after Betty died. He'd shake my hand and say Daniel was 'making good progress' but that never came. No change. No talking. He just nods at me and points at things and sometimes he'll write it out if it's a complex thought but that's more and more a luxury nowadays…" Agent Dureau: "These things do take time though. You can't give up on treatment just because you, an outside observer, don't see the results. The changes are happening within your son, not without at least not yet." Kirschbauer: "That's easy for you to say. I know my son, and I know pain. I see the same pain in my heart reflected back in his eyes and I won't force him to face an uncertain future until we've pushed through this. Betty's favorite time of the year was Christmas. It's the time when everyone comes together and celebrates and creates family and memories and warmth and happiness and he deserves that again. The best Christmas ever, even if it kills me!" Several minutes pass as Joe presumably calms down. Agent Dureau: "I worry about what'll happen to the both of you, to this town, if you finally achieve your goal and it doesn't live up to your hopes. If it doesn't fix Daniel." Kirschbauer: "I worry too." Agent Dureau: "I realize I'm nobody special to you or your son, but I do have experience with tragedy. Sometimes the only thing you can do is choose to make the best out of whatever messed up crap life throws at you. Neither you nor your son deserved to lose Betty, but dwelling on it and waiting for perfection that might never come in order to confront it is…no way to live life. What would Betty say if she knew you were frozen here, December of '79, unable to let your son grow up and become the man you both hoped he could be? A man able to handle what life throws at him." Kirschbauer: "I can't ask him to leave his mom behind." Agent Dureau: "He can't leave her behind, or you can't?" The camera continues to record for several more minutes without conversation. A soft sobbing is heard until the camera is turned off. December 1979 Tape #20 Eject tape Footage begins as Agents Jonas and Dureau say 'Merry Christmas' to the camera and exchange small wrapped boxes. Several minutes of footage are lost due to damage, however footage resumes as Agent Dureau holds a bottle of wine close to the camera and states he is going to go check on Joe and Daniel Kischbauer. The camera is then manually turned off. Footage resumes as Agent Dureau walks down a shoveled walkway to a ranch-style house. Dureau steps onto the front porch and presses the doorbell, which can be heard chiming. Several minutes pass as he attempts to look into the house and he rings the doorbell again. After approximately ten minutes, Dureau leaves the front porch and goes around the side of the house into the backyard. The camera is pointed at a sliding glass door, and Joe Kirschbauer is seated at a table inside. Agent Dureau approaches the sliding glass door and knocks. The first attempt at knocking goes unacknowledged, but the second prompts Joe Kirschbauer to rise from his seat, open the door, and invite Agent Dureau in. Agent Dureau: "Hey Joe, Merry Christmas. Is…everything okay?" Kirschbauer: "Yeah, it's fine. Can I get you anything? Coffee?" Agent Dureau: "No, that's alright. I brought you this though." Dureau hands over the bottle of wine. Kirschbauer: "Thanks, that's thoughtful. Sorry if I seem gloomy, I really do appreciate it." Agent Dureau: "Hey, Joe, that's alright. I think we've established you can talk to me if you need a shoulder. It's clear something is eating you and I hate to see you down on Christmas." Kirschbauer: "Yeah, that's the thing. Clinton, it's…it's never going to get any better than this, than it was today. Is it?" Agent Dureau: "Not sure what you mean. Did things not go as expected?" Kirschbauer: "They did, actually. I've fretted about this for…as long as I can remember. Today was perfect. Daniel woke up so excited. His breakfast was great, I drank coffee in the recliner as he sorted out his presents, lots of friends and family came by to wish us well and drop off more gifts. His smile just grew and grew all day long until I worried he might burst. It was perfect." Agent Dureau: "That sounds really nice, Joe. Exactly what you've been saying you wanted for your son. I'm happy for you both." Kirschbauer: "But now that it's over, what do I do? What do I say? What does he have to look forward to when he gets up tomorrow?" Agent Dureau: "Gosh, Joe. That's some heavy stuff. I…don't know how to respond to that." Kirschbauer: "Yeah. Neither do I. Did you want some coffee or not? I'm going to pour another cup. With Irish cream." The camera continues to record for several more minutes as the two sit with each other over coffee. Extraneous audio and video have been removed. Footage resumes as the camera is pointed at a television. It is nighttime and the glow of the TV is the only illumination. A countdown is heard as a ball is seen descending, marking a traditional New Year's Eve celebration. After the ball hits '1' and 'Happy New Year' is shouted, the TV cuts to an announcer who begins speaking lorem ipsum. The camera is manually turned off. Footage resumes as Agents Jonas and Dureau grab their suitcases and check their motel room for belongings one final time. Dureau walks over to the nightstand and pans the camera over the floor where a messy pile of papers can be seen. Each of the papers has been ripped from a tabletop calendar and is printed in the format: "Today's date is December <%>". The only legible sheet in the one on the top of the pile, and it says 'December 685th, 1979'. Agents Jonas and Dureau leave their motel room and the camera is turned off. There is no more footage on this tape. Recovery Log.5600.2: Clinton Dureau On 1985-03-21 proximity alarms within the exclusion zone indicated two objects had exited or been expelled from SCP-5600 in the same area the tapes were recovered approximately 50 minutes later. A team was dispatched and discovered the unconscious body of Foundation Agent Clinton Dureau, and the corpse of Agent Aaron Jonas, laying outside of the boundary of the temporal rift. Agent Dureau had suffered third-degree burns to more than 70% of his body and the majority of his internal organs were saturated with chronitons, causing numerous necessary biological processes to phase in and out of normal space-time. Agent Dureau was placed into intensive care. Agent Jonas was dead on arrival. Agent Dureau was provided quality-of-life care after his prognosis, including pain management, so he could be debriefed. The interview has been transcribed below. Open Interview Record Close Interview Record [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Eates: "Clinton, I'm sorry we cannot do this more delicately. You are with us in the infirmary at Site-37. What is the last thing you remember?" Agent Dureau: "I stepped through the bubble and my life literally flashed before my eyes. Next thing I know, here I am." Dr. Eates: "You subjected yourself to the temporal shearing surrounding SCP-5600." Agent Dureau: "And what a trip it was. Am I going to make it?" Dr. Eates: "I'm not an MD, but the prognosis isn't great. You're badly burnt and large portions of your body are out of sync with our space-time. We're working on ways to stabilize you as quickly as we can but things are a bit of a mess at the moment." Agent Dureau: "Ah. So just in case, here we are." Dr. Eates: "Just in case. Do you know how long you were inside Elk Grove?" Agent Dureau: "No, I'm honestly not sure. Years at the least? I really couldn't even speculate but it felt like both a lifetime and just a couple of weeks all at once. I can't really explain why it took so long to come back. Did you get my messages? I wasn't sure if…" Dr. Eates: "Yes, Agent Dureau. We think we got just about all of them. A few of the tapes didn't survive the transition but we have a lot of material to go over thanks to you." Agent Dureau: "Good. I hope it proves this was worth it. Would suck to die for nothing." Dr. Eates: "Our original instructions were for you to return after one hour but you were gone for more than twenty-four. Can you explain what caused you to deviate?" Agent Dureau: "One day? That's it? That can't be right. I…There's no way that's the reality of it. No, I lived there…I…There were so many…I'm." The Agent's breathing becomes audibly shallow and erratic. Dr. Eates: "Please, focus your breathing and let's try to talk this out. I need you to get on top of what you're feeling and break this down for me. Focus, please. The extra stress isn't doing you any good." Over the next thirty seconds, breathing returns to normal. Agent Dureau: "I think I'm going to be okay now. I wish I could make you understand what it was like but I don't think there are any practical ways to describe it to you." Dr. Eates: "Please, as soon as you're ready I'd like you to try." Agent Dureau: "Well, I was finally able to convince the dad that the rest of the town was ready over many late nights talking. Ready to give his son the Christmas he had been putting off. I woke up the next morning after one of our late-night chats and something had changed; I knew it was December 20th. I have to tell you, Eates, from that point on it felt like a march to the finish line. Things were great, at least for me." Dr. Eates: "Any change in the locals?" Agent Dureau: "No, none. They acknowledged the date too but it wasn't a big deal to them. Everyone just kind of carried on with life. Anyway, I did my part to excite those I had befriended and spread the word of Christmas cheer and all of those other cliches. Events were planned, gifts were purchased then wrapped. Cards mailed. Cookies baked. We all got ready and I nearly jumped out of my shoes in anticipation, which was strange because I was ultimately planning to spend the day alone. No family in town, obviously." Dr. Eates: "And Christmas Day finally arrive." Agent Dureau: "That's right, finally. I got lots of video that explains it all." Dr. Eates: "I'm sorry Dureau but we'll have to skirt around the editorial parts for now. The doctors are saying you need to get some rest. Was Christmas your final day inside the anomaly?" Agent Dureau: "No; I decided to stick around for a little. The next few days felt like a relief to everyone I talked to except for Kirschbauer. So I set a deadline for New Years Day to pack up and try to leave; I felt bad for him and wanted to know he was going to be okay. I was able to mark my calendar and wake up each and every day to see the 26th, 27th, 28th, each passing. For New Year's Eve, I watched the ball drop on TV, had a glass of champagne as the host spouted some word salad, and then I went to bed confused but happy." Dr. Eates: "And here you are, just as planned." Agent Dureau: "No, that's the thing. I woke up the next morning, headed for my calendar on the nightstand to flip it over to January 1st, 1980, but…It said December 32nd." Dr. Eates: "There are only 31 days in—" Agent Dureau: "Yeah I know. But it said 32nd. I stayed a few days longer to see if anything changed but the calendar just kept counting up until I couldn't take it anymore. I don't need to explain how numbers work to you but seeing 33rd, 34th, and so on was so surreal and crushing and mentally taxing in a way I cannot describe. Knowing that time was marching on but we still couldn't move on made it worse. So, so much worse than standing still." Dr. Eates: "I can only imagine. When is it that you finally decided to leave?" Agent Dureau: "One morning at the diner, Joe had brought his son in for breakfast. I ask the boy, Daniel, how he was doing and if he enjoyed his Christmas. He just nodded his head at me and smiled. I looked up at his dad, figured the boy would have found his words, but Joe just shook his head and looked at me like his wife had died all over again. Some people just can't let go and I guess I almost couldn't either. Oh, I wanted to ask…is Jonas okay?" Dr. Eates: "N-…We'll let you know the moment he clears quarantine. Until then, get some rest, agent. You've more than earned it." [END LOG] Footnotes 1. A device that measures exposure to chroniton particles over time. 2. A subatomic particle that has numerous temporal properties. Generally inert, but dangerous when interacting with asynchronous space-time. 3. 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SCP-5601 does not require the standard maintenance and care typical of its species and all contact with it should be limited to approved testing and/or interviews. Under no circumstance is the seal on its cage to be broken, nor any attempt made to breach the confines therein. All personnel attempting to do so will be considered compromised and immediately re-designated E-Class Personnel; exorcism and/or long-term amnestic treatment of comprised individuals may be required. Interaction with SCP-5601 is restricted to members of the Site-51 Thaumaturgy Department's Demonology team. Standard Marquis-Class protocols are to be in effect while transporting, interviewing, and/or testing SCP-5601. All inquiries into information ascertained through SCP-5601 must be approved by the Information Security Administration. Description SCP-5601. SCP-5601 is a Marquis-Class Demonic Entity1 currently anchored to a grey parrot (Psittacus erithacus). SCP-5601 self-identifies by the name "Phenex"; this title is further corroborated by the sigil used in the binding process. Fluent in both English and Latin, SCP-5601 is capable of perfectly emulating human speech. MRI tests indicate a restructuring of the syrinx and voice box to allow for proper speech, despite its current host originally lacking the physical requirements to do so. SCP-5601 has a small iron band attached to its left leg. The runes and lattices found on the band function as a second binding agent, preventing SCP-5601 from utilizing the full range of its abilities. Sigil of Phenex. SCP-5601 is locked within a thaumically sealed iron birdcage. The iron used has been pressure treated with sodium chloride, further dampening any of SCP-5601's latent telekinetic abilities. Due to the cage lacking any door or entry mechanism, it is theorized that SCP-5601's host was present within the cage prior to the binding process. Engraved on the bottom of the cage is the Sigil of Phenex2, along with several sealing lattices and runes of various origins. A repulsion lattice has been etched along the central bar of the cage; it is noticeably newer than the rest of the engravings. This lattice is specifically used to repel other demonic entities from directly interacting with the cage. Discovery On 2020/06/05, SCP-5601 was recovered by Deputy Sheriff Kyle White within an abandoned cabin in Bland County, Virginia. SCP-5601 was found with the skeletal remains of a middle-aged human male. The remains show signs of trauma consistent with long-term torture. The cabin was in a severe state of disrepair, though a small amount of evidence was able to be collected. This evidence was mostly occult in nature and has not been useful in identifying the remains. Deputy White's report included testimony stating the parrot knew detailed information about his and his wife's personal life. This testimony, evidence, as well as the inscriptions depicted in photos of the cage led to Foundation WebCrawler-77P30 flagging the file for investigation. After recovering SCP-5601, all involved individuals were amnestisized and all evidence was subsequently confiscated or destroyed. The following video of SCP-5601 was recovered from Deputy Howard Stanley's personal cell phone. ● Recovered Audio Recording ● ○ Recovered Audio Recording ○ [BEGIN LOG] [Deputy White is standing in front of SCP-5601.] White: You recording, Stanley? Stanley: Yeah, yeah go. White: Say it again, little guy. Who am I? SCP-5601: A simple task, with simple delight. A simple man, that Kyle White. Stanley: Holy shit! White: I'm tellin' ya' man, it's like he knew my name right off the bat. Stanley: No way, you had to coach him before. SCP-5601: I will tell you, that it’s a fact. I know quite more, than this or that. I know what you do, behind closed door. But embarrass you, if I say more. White: Wait, what are you– Stanley: Shhhh! I wanna get this. [The camera zooms in further on SCP-5601] Stanley: Go ahead little man, keep going. SCP-5601: To tell you more, a simple task. You pray do tell, some more you ask. Mr. White and wife, sleep with thy neighbor. For a noble man, such naughty behavior. Tied up and spanked, him and wife. Such a simple man, with a simple life. [Deputy Stanley begins laughing.] White: No, that's not– give me that! [Deputy White's hand is seen approaching the camera.] [END LOG] Breach Event After a week of refusing to cooperate, SCP-5601 agreed to an interview. Interrogation specialist Dr. Daniel O'Brien was chosen for this assignment and was scheduled to arrive two days later. The interview took place on 2020/06/14, the following is a transcription of the event. ● Interview SCP-5601 ● ○ Interview SCP-5601 ○ [BEGIN LOG] [SCP-5601 is placed on a table in front of Dr. O'Brien, it is emulating the song of the Mourning Bird. Dr. O'Brien clears his throat before he begins to speak.] Dr. O'Brien: Hello SCP-5601, my name is Doct– SCP-5601: An exchange of words for me to reply in. Is that not why you have come, Daniel O'Brien? [SCP-5601's voice is quiet and child-like, it tilts its head waiting for Dr. O'Brien's reply.] Dr. O'Brien: I'm sure you impress many people with that little trick– I, however, am not one of them. I'd like to begin. SCP-5601: Very well, ask your questions. I will provide, your favored lessons. Dr. O'Brien: Let's start with, how did you end up in this cage? SCP-5601: Was summoned of course, the only way. From the deepest depths, to the light of day. Dr. O'Brien: Can you cut the rhyming shit out! I'm sorry, but can you just speak clearly. SCP-5601: You ask of me, speak words clearer. I say no, talk to a mirror. Ask your questions, don't be uncouth. And when it is done, we'll both know the truth. Dr. O'Brien: Right… So, we found skeletal remains in the bunker we recovered you in. Were those the remains of the one who summoned you? SCP-5601: A pompous trickster, nothing more. Locked me away, not even a door. He toiled and prodded, much the same. Until the day, my enemies came. Dr. O'Brien: "A pompous trickster." He was able to summon and bind you. Surely he was more capable than you're letting on. SCP-5601: He called; I came– simple transaction. Dire situation, an impulsive reaction. Dr. O'Brien: Whose dire situation? SCP-5601: My own sadly failed attempt. For power wished, for power kept. A move I made, for an empty throne. To my dismay, t’was not alone. Twenty legions, marched on the son. Twenty legions fell one-by-one. Broken, beaten, locked in a cage. A distant voice, I heard that day. He called; I came– desperate escape. He called, I came and sealed my fate. Dr. O'Brien: Twenty Legions? Sounds like you had quite the following. Why haven't you attempted to escape, to rally your forces? Dating on the skeleton shows you had almost 10 years before we found you. SCP-5601: To stay I must, I cannot lie. If I return, I'd surely die. What was once mine, is no more. Locked in a cage, not even a door. Dr. O'Brien: Hiding in a bird, bent to the whims of a common trickster. All just to hide from your enemies. Sounds a bit cowardly doesn't it? [SCP-5601 remains silent as Dr. O'Brien laughs.] Dr. O'Brien: Oh, no more silly rhymes? No witty dispute? The great Phenex, Master of None, Keeper of the Cage. Fitting titles for such a fool! SCP-5601: So far from home, my displaced friend. You've come for me, yet met your end. Dr. O'Brien: Are you going to rhyme me to death? Or, is the mighty Phenex going to peck me asunder? Quit your squawking and accept it, you're coming home. SCP-5601: A lowly footman, with so much bluster. But lack the nut, you could not muster. Dr. O'Brien: How dare you– I'll show you what I can muster! [Dr. O'Brien stands abruptly, knocking over his chair. SCP-5601 begins to squawk and flap its wings erratically.] Dr. O'Brien: All hail Andras! [As Dr. O'Brien grabs the cage the video feed distorts, a bright light emanates from it. After the video feed restores, SCP-5601 can be seen unharmed in its cage and Dr. O'Brien laying on the floor smoldering.] [END LOG] Through autopsy, the "Dr. O'Brien" present during this interview was revealed to be a homunculus3. The real Dr. O'Brien's body was recovered several hours later, dead in the trunk of his car. The Foundation has since developed methods of detecting homunculi and subsequently stopped two additional attempts to recover SCP-5601. To show its gratitude for the protection given by the Foundation, SCP-5601 has agreed to cooperate and assist the Demonology Team. The information gathered from SCP-5601 has been invaluable in understanding demonic sociology, thaumaturgy, and other occult studies. Footnotes 1. According to the Glymen Demonology Index, Marquis-Class Demonic entities are mid-tier extra-spatial entities with various anomalous capabilities. Notably common abilities include telekinesis, divination, perception manipulation, and host possession. Marquis-Class entities are typically in control of large groups of lower-class demonic entities, known as legions. 2. Notably found in The Lesser Key of Solomon's Ars Goetia, the Necronomicon, and several other tomes of occult academia. 3. Artificially created humanoid vessel. |
SCP-5602 | keter | Item #: SCP-5602 Special Containment Procedures: A permanent installation designated Area-881 is to be established around SCP-5602. MTF Lambda-44 ("Cross Guards") are to be on indefinite assignment at Area-881. A 1x1 km perimeter is to be established around Area-881, and marked as a hazardous landfill to dissuade civilian intrusion. Foundation field agents have been embedded in state and federal environmental safety agencies to provide false inspection reports and maintain secrecy. Foundation elements in the Portland City Council are to actively oppose and prevent development and/or expansion in the vicinity of Area-881. Individuals exposed to an SCP-5602-P event are to be transported a safe distance from human settlements before being allowed to succumb to the accompanying cognitohazard. Description: SCP-5602 is a recurring anomaly located on the now-decommissioned Foster Road in Southeastern Portland, Oregon. On a daily basis, most frequently between the hours of 10AM to 3PM, a white Gallus gallus domesticus1 will manifest on the eastern side of the road. The entity, hereby designated SCP-5602-1, will attempt to reach the western side of the road at a walking speed of approximately 2 mph. Following 68% of recorded completed 5602 events, an anomalous event is triggered. Any form of this event is designated SCP-5602-P. Following the conclusion of SCP-5602-P, an auditory effect identified as a comic rimshot will manifest, ranging from 140-200 dB. Subjects exposed to any SCP-5602-P event are coerced into reciting a joke with logic consistent with the preceding P-event (the "punchline"), as soon as presented with the opportunity in the form of human conversation. Recitation triggers an additional auditory effect, often with destructive effect. SCP-5602-1 demonstrates an ability to develop a resistance to methods of termination used repeatedly against it. Currently, SCP-5602-1 has developed an high resistance to small arms fire, incendiary weapons, sustained machine gun fire, and anti-tank ordnance placed in its path. LEVEL 1 CREDENTIALS REQUIRED - Report-5602-1E Close Report Interviewed: Subject-P006 Interviewer: Researcher Dawson; Site-64 Study Attaché Foreword: Subject-P006 is a 67-year-old male living in the southeastern Portland area. Subject-P006 encountered SCP-5602 on April 9, 19██ while driving on Foster Road, nearly resulting in an accident. Subject witnessed SCP-5602-1 walk to the other side of the road before he continued home. Upon reaching his home, an SCP-5602-P event occurred, resulting in the injury of Subject-P006. Orbital Kant counters registered a sharp dip in Hume levels and Site-64 security personnel were quickly dispatched and retrieved Subject-P006. <Begin Log> Dawson: Alright, let's begin. Can you describe your interaction with the entity? Subject-P006: The chicken? Well, I saw it marching across the road and I slammed on the brakes. What a chicken was doi- Dawson: (Interrupting) Please describe your subsequent interaction with the entity. Subject-P006: Yeah, sorry. I didn't think much of it after almost running it over, so I got home and went about my business as usual. About a half hour later I heard two knocks on the door, loud as all hell. I thought it was the police, yet no one declared themselves, so I was a bit worried. I went to open it and wouldn't you know, it was the same damn chicken standing at my doorstep. At this point, I heard this fucking earsplitting… uh, rimshot? Is that the term? Like, 'badum-tss', that sound on the drums? One, two, cymbal crash. Anyway, it was like a bomb went off. I fell backward and when I looked up the damn thing was gone. [Audible laughter] You know, it actually played out exactly like this stupid joke I heard once. Dawson: A joke? Subject-P006: Why did the chicken cross the road? Dawson: I don't know. Subject-P006: To get to your house! Knock Knock. Dawson: Look this doesn't- Subject-P006: Just humour me. Dawson: (with audible exasperation) Who's there? Subject-P006: The chicken! Ha- [Feed Lost] <End Log> Closing Statement: At this point in Subject-P006's sentence, a comic rimshot2 exactly like the one described by him was heard in the interview room. All microphones save for one in the observation room immediately ceased functionality. Both Researcher Dawson and Subject-P006 were admitted to the Site infirmary for acute hearing damage. Subject-P006 was later administered Class B amnestics and released. LEVEL 2 CREDENTIALS REQUIRED - Incident Log-P/L/002 Close Log Incident P008 - April 21, 19██ P-Event: Several poultry farmers across the state of Oregon reported sudden destruction of cage locks and release of caged chickens. Deafening comic rimshots were reported by all affected individuals. Recited "Punchline": "Because it was free-range." Analysis: SCP-5602 has the ability to affect multiple individuals across considerable distance, and those affected do not necessarily have to witness the SCP-5602-1 crossing to be affected. SCP-5602 reclassified as Keter. Incident P011 - May 15, 19██ P-Event: Five instances of SCP-5602-1 manifested at a KFC location in Central Portland and began attacking patrons, inflicting severe lacerations on those attacked. Prepared fried chicken in the kitchen reanimated and regained partial locomotion, burning employees with frying oil. Recited "Punchline": "Because his brother was at KFC" Analysis: Instances of SCP-5602-1 are to be considered openly hostile. Containment efforts are to be expedited. Refer to incoming notice for further instructions. Transcription of Memo on 5/16/19██ from Site-64 Director █████: Good Morning Team, Following the events of Incident P011, the containment area around Provisional SCP Designation-5602 will receive immediate construction priority. The remaining third of MTF Mu-78 ("Cryptids") will be merged with current staff assigned to PSCPD-5602 and are hereby redesignated MTF Lambda-44 ("Cross Guards"). For any Mu-78 members still possessing extra limbs, please report to your Medical Liaison to determine your ability to serve in Lambda-44. L-44, your orders are simple. Kill that godforsaken bird. LEVEL 3 CREDENTIALS REQUIRED - ECTT O/001 Close Log Transcript of Emergency Channel Transmission from MTF Lambda-44 on ██/██/████ <Begin Transcript> L-44 Yei: Command, please acknowledge. Site-64: You are heard L-44, please proceed. [Sustained gunfire and abnormally low-pitched gallinaceous vocalizations may be heard] L-44 Yei: The cluster bombs are losing effectiveness, and 5602-1 is making it past the second barrier. [A thundering cluck is audible, followed by the sound of crumbling stone] L-44 Yei: Shit, we need revised ordinance. A railgun may do the tri- is that an egg? [An explosion is briefly heard before connection is briefly cut] Site-64: L-44, do you read? L-44 Yei: [Distant unintelligible yelling] Site-64: Site RR Forces have been dispatched to your location L-44, await extraction. L-44 Yei: Want to hear a joke [REDACTED]? Site-64: How do you know- L-44 Yei: Why did the chicken cross the road? Site-64: L-44 Yei, you may be experiencing a cognitohazard resulting from SCP-5602, please await extraction by en-route reinforcements. L-44 Yei: To get to the other side! [Feed Lost] <End Transcript> Closing Statement: Area-88 sustained heavy damage following the above events, including the breaching of all 3 containment barriers. A comic rimshot was heard throughout Site-64, capped at 194 decibels. All Foundation personnel in the East Communications center were immediately killed by air embolisms within the lungs or outright rupture. Heavier ordnance has been approved for use by Lambda-44. Footnotes 1. A domesticated chicken 2. 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SCP-5603 | pending | SCP-5603 midway through its Activation Phase. Item #: SCP-5603 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5603 is kept in a standard containment cell at Site-17. SCP-5603 is presently under 24/7 video surveillance, with all Activation Phases to be recorded. Any abnormal behavior demonstrated by SCP-5603 is to be immediately reported to the project head. Description: SCP-5603 is a vintage billiard table measuring 2.6 m in length and 1.5 m in width as well as the collection of billiard equipment associated with it; equipment consists of a full set of billiard balls, a rack, two cue sticks, a chalk, and a bridge. While SCP-5603 is slightly worn, the equipment itself is in pristine condition. SCP-5603 and the equipment share the same property of being resistant to all attempts to damage them. The equipment is also affixed to SCP-5603 and cannot be separated from it by artificial means. Other than this, SCP-5603 has demonstrated no additional anomalous properties (See Incident 5603-1). The equipment on SCP-5603 is positioned as followed: The balls are arranged inside the rack, with foot spot intersecting with the foot line; the cue ball is in the center of the head spot being exactly perpendicular with the foot spot; the cue sticks lean against the left side of SCP-5603 with the collars pointing upwards; the bridge leans on the bottom-right corner of SCP-5603 with the head pointing down; and finally the chalk rests on the bottom-right corner of the foot rail. Normally, the equipment will remain motionless unless undergoing an Activation Phase. An 'Activation Phase' entails when the cue sticks become autonomous and hover 1.5 m in the air. The rack will be lifted from the balls and be placed on the side rail. The chalk will be lifted up and rubbed against both tips of the cue sticks. The bridge will remain at the corner and has not been moved from its position to date. The cue sticks will then interact with the billiard balls as if initiating a game of pool. The game that has been most consistently played thus far is Straight Pool, but occasionally other games such as Eight-Ball, Nine-Ball, One-Pocket and Bank-Pool were witnessed to be played as well. Attempting to physically halt or impede the equipment during an Activation Phase has been met with failure, as the objects have exhibited a much greater density and force than its material should allow. Tilting SCP-5603 sideways or upside down will cause the equipment to become reoriented during play. These Activation Phases have occurred at random intervals with no discernible pattern; the number of games played during each Activation Phase is also random. Following the conclusion of an Activation Phase, the equipment will be repositioned as they were prior and will reaffix itself to SCP-5603. SCP-5603 was recovered from the basement of a dilapidated house in Eugene, Oregon, after a couple of urban explorers reported SCP-5603 to local police, believing it to be haunted by ghosts. A Foundation agent embedded in the police department intercepted the call and after confirmation from video evidence gained from the explorers, SCP-5603 was taken to custody. All witnesses were administered Class-A amnestics. Incident 5603-1: On 08/04/2011, Doctor Harold Barrs was assisting the research team in conducting experiments on SCP-5603 when his tie was accidently caught in the side pocket. He attempted to free his tie when one of the cue sticks struck the cue ball into the same pocket. Dr. Barrs body became heavily spatially distorted before being pulled into the pocket. The test was immediately cancelled, and an inspection of SCP-5603's internal compartment found no traces of the doctor. Dr. Barrs returned the day after, crashing through the ceiling of the containment cell1 and landing directly on SCP-5603. Dr. Barrs suffered minor bruising and muscle sprains but was otherwise in good physical health. Security entered the room and apprehended Dr. Barrs, after confirming his identity he was questioned on what occurred to him after his disappearance. Dr. Barrs stated he was brought into a large space of what he assumed to be of extra-dimensional origin. He saw multiple enormous entities engaging in conversation when they noticed him and forced him back to this dimension with mild annoyance. The body camera Dr. Barrs was wearing captured the entire incident. + ACCESS SCP:/5603/incident/Harold Barrs - Close File [BEGIN LOG] SCP-5603 is mid-way through its Activation Phase, half of the balls have been pocketed. Multiple members of the research team are observing SCP-5603; Dr. Barrs, upon setting the SRA2 underneath the anomaly, gestures to Dr. Henn. Dr. Barrs: Alright, turn it on. Dr. Henn presses a button on the remote activating the SRA. SCP-5603 resumes anomalous activity. Dr. Barrs sighs. Dr. Barrs: I suspected this would happen. 5603 doesn't have any Hume irregularities, I don't understand why they thought this was even necessary. Dr. Henn: At least it's a definite confirmation the anomaly isn't ontokinetic-based. But yeah, I get the feeling. This is very tame. Dr. Barrs: Let's be grateful for that. Turn it off, now. We still have a couple of tests left. Dr. Henn deactivates the SRA. Dr. Barrs crouches and grabs onto the SRA; he attempts to stand up but experiences severe back pain. Dr. Barrs strains and emits a vocalization of pain; he lurches forward and gets his tie stuck inside the pocket. Dr. Barrs: Help! Come and help. God! Dr. Henn and another researcher rush to Dr. Barrs and assist in placing the SRA on the floor. A cue stick angles itself to the cue ball, preparing to strike billiard ball #3. Dr. Henn: Woah, woah easy. You alright? Dr. Barrs: I'm fine, it was heavier than thought. My back stings. Dr. Henn: I can call the medic. Dr. Barrs: Don't be hasty, just need some rest. Can you move- Dr. Barrs moves his head to face Dr. Henn but is pulled back. He notices his tie is stuck and sees the cue stick preparing to make contact with the cue ball. The cue stick strikes the cue ball which bounces off billiard ball #3, into the pocket. As the ball enters the pocket, the tie stretches and contorts as it is pulled into SCP-5603. Dr. Barrs: What in the hell! Dr. Henn: Take it off, take it off! Dr. Barrs grasps the knot in his tie but is stunned that the room and everything inside it is undergoing severe spatial distortions; portions of the ceiling, wall and floor ripple and spiral constantly, all personnel are either stretched vertically or horizontally. The only objects that are not affected are Dr. Barrs and SCP-5603. Approximately after five seconds Dr. Barrs is then violently pulled in the pocket. The camera view changes to an interior of a tunnel made from dust, streaks of colored light and rock. Gaping holes in the tunnel reveal planets, various species of fish swimming through the ocean, the Egyptian pyramids, and a large asteroid wrapped in strands of yellow tube-like material with spherical brown boulders emerging from it. Dr. Barrs is heard screaming. The end of the tunnel is a view of a night sky. The camera feed momentarily freezes for several seconds before resuming. The camera view changes to Dr. Barrs groaning in pain as he pushes himself up from the ground, which is adorned with green cloth. Dr. Barrs: I'm… I'm alive! Call security, Henn! The anomaly is… under my feet? Dr. Barrs is standing in the middle of an enormous replica of SCP-5603. The horizontal length of SCP-5603 is comparable to that of a football field while the vertical range appears to be infinite. The billiard balls are over 2 meters tall and their positions are mirrored similarly to how it was on SCP-5603 before Dr. Barrs disappearance. Dr. Barrs: What- Dr. Barrs is interrupted as an enlarged cue ball is placed behind him. Dr. Barrs gasps as the camera pans upwards. The camera captures the view of a starry night sky and five entities whose appearance resemble that of constellations. There are five entities: A quasi-humanoid cephalopod (5603-Squid), an irregular oval made from curving and waving lines. Two round circles are located near the end of the major axis as two eyeballs on stalks are located on the top (5603-Curve), and a humanoid in a plain button-up shirt with the words "D-13131" on the left breast (5603-Man) are watching a humanoid with gears, wires, and bolts in the outline of its figure (5603-Gear) and another humanoid with feminine features, it possess the outline of horns and wings (5603-Horns). Both are welding enormous cue sticks. 5603-Man: Sorry Gears, but you pocketed the cue. That's a foul right there if I've seen one. 5603-Gear: Such a gross miscalculation on my part. I supposed I used too much force, I'll be sure to be more gentle next round. 5603-Horns brings a paw to its mouth, its laughs are muffled. 5603-Gears: Laugh all you want you vile beast, but keep in mind of your horrendous performance when we first started. Daresay, it hasn't improved either. Despite having domain over all your flesh you are no more capable of using your limbs than a helpless newborn! 5603-Horns: [Snarling] And who are you to claim imperfection! He who has claimed knowledge of all makes the simple mistake of miscalculation? You are nothing more than a divine con-man! 5603-Gears: Say what you wish sister, but flesh and blood will always fall short to metal and oil. 5603-Horns: You dare speak ill to me, you foolish abomination of scrap! Either part with your tongue or prepare to per- 5603-Man: Hey. Hey! 5603-Man snaps its fingers gaining the attention of 5603-Horns and 5603-Gears. Can you put your little feud to the side for five fucking minutes or do I have to send you all out? I'm still reeling from the last shit show. Dr. Barrs moves away from the cue ball and sprints, taking out his phone as he does so. He curses under his breath. Dr. Barrs: No signal. Whatever this is… a pocket dimension in 5603? No, we'd have found it. Dr. Barrs turns around. 5603-Horns scoffs and caresses the cue stick in its paws. 5603-Horns: At ease, you summer child. We're only teasing is all, it's what siblings do. Called pocket, five in right head. 5603-Man: Bullshit, but alright. You certainly have an interesting way of expressing it. 5603-Horns: Silence, I need to concentrate. 5603-Horns leans forwards and lines the cue stick with billiard ball #5 using its knuckles as support. 5603-Horns strikes the cue ball, Dr. Barrs nearly avoids being crushed as he jumps out of the way. The cue ball makes contact with the billiard ball; as it rolls bones and muscle emerge from the ground. The billiard ball continues to collide against these obstacles until entering the corner pocket. 5603-Gears: She's correct. We are always at odds with each other, but do not conflate that with hatred. I know the stories of old will say otherwise, but the writers never understood the full picture of our story. 5603-Squid: If what you're saying is true, why are your followers still engaging in endless bickering and bloodshed then? Surely it'd be best for everybody involved to speak the truth? 5603-Curve: [Wet Gurgling]. 5603-Gears: We do not hold the same connection to our children as we did in the past. We cannot directly speak to them, maybe a faint whisper but nothing more. They are on their own path now. Even if we did manage to get them to heed our word, I fear they would not listen. I dread it's too late to turn things around. 5603-Squid: That sounds horrible. I can't imagine having to go through that. You two have my sympathies. 5603-Man: Yeah, that's quite a crappy hand of cards you got there. So… did that whole thing about you imprisoning your sister with your own guts fake then or… 5603-Gears: No, that one was actually true. 5603-Man: Really? How the hell did she break out then? 5603-Man jabs a thumb to 5603-Horns, who is preparing to strike the cue ball again. 5603-Horns: Story for another time. Called pocket, nine in left foot. 5603-Horns strikes the cue ball and it collides with billiard ball #9. The billiard ball is hurdling in Dr. Barrs direction. Dr. Barrs attempts to flee but bones and muscle emerge from the ground around him. He moves to the left and accidentally bumps into a curved spike of bone. The spike falls to the ground at the same moment the ball collides with it. The ball's trajectory has changed course and enters the right side pocket. The bones and muscle sink into the ground. 5603-Horns: WHAT?! No, I had that perfectly calculated! I demand a retrial, I didn't command that to happen! 5603-Man: You know the rules, Yalds. Once the ball rolls there's no take backs. 5603-Gears: Yes, let me show you how to properly land a shot. Called pocket, one in right head. 5603-Gears moves to the right and with one arm, strikes the cue stick against the cue ball. The ball rolls until gently knocking into billiard ball #1. A section of the ground is transformed into a conveyer belt, transporting the ball straight into the corner pocket. Dr. Barrs: (Mutters.) I can't stay. Got to get out. Dr. Barrs gets up and moves to the nearest side rail; he attempts to sprint but limps in the process. 5603-Man: And would you look at that, Gears won. Congratulations, you won bragging rights. With how difficult that shot looked, you earned it. 5603-Horns: No it wasn't! That was beyond cheap. 5603-Gears: You're the one who suggested we use our essence in the game, you have no right to complain. 5603-Horns growls, nearly breaking the cue stick in her paws until 5603-Squid speaks. 5603-Squid: I don't want to interrupt your moment of fraternal love but I'm growing tired of pool. How come we don't do poker anymore? That was fun. 5603-Curve makes a repeated gesture reminiscent of nodding while gurgling loudly. 5603-Man: Well, Lue. I would agree with you if it wasn't for the fact that things mysterious happen whenever we play. 5603-Squid: Oh? 5603-Man: You already forgotten? How extra cards mysteriously get added to the deck. 5603-Gears: Or that some players just happen to have more chips whenever I looked away from the table. 5603-Man: Or maybe that certain someone throws a bitch fit whenever he or she loses and claims the game is rigged every. Damn. Time. 5603-Man glances at 5603-Horns. 5603-Horns folds their arms. So no, I'm not going through that again. And since you guys didn't like the other games we're doing this instead. 5603-Squid: I see. Maybe we invite the others to our group instead? Perhaps their input will make these sessions more lively. 5603-Man: I'll bite. Have any of you guys got any suggestions on that front? 5603-Horns: How about JALAKÅRA? His abilities would make these games entertaining. 5603-Gears: I don't believe that would be wise. While he is knowledgeable I suspect he would be more interested in rather destroying us than playing. There's always those death brothers, they have an affinity for games after all. 5603-Man: Sorry, I don't want my soul sucked out, thanks. 5603-Curve: [Wet Gurgling]. 5603-Man: I didn't catch that, what he'd say? 5603-Squid: He's asking if we should invite Bobble. 5603-Man: Absolutely not. Hm… I heard about this dado fellow, he seems like a fun guy- Almost immediately, all entities except 5603-Man begin making a series of frantic disapproving gestures. 5603-Horns: NO! 5603-Gears: Have you gone mad?! 5603-Curve: [Loud Whimpering] 5603-Squid: The moment you invite him is the moment I leave! 5603-Man: Wh- Out of everyone that has and ever will exist you think dado is the worst? 5603-Horns: Quit saying his name, you might attract him right to us! 5603-Man: You're all being ridiculous. He's just one man. Are you really scared of someone who can barely spell his A's, B's, and C's? 5603-Squid: Do not mock him, for he is no man. The feats he committed is absurd as they are horrifying. Even Scarlet himself is weary of him. 5603-Man: You're… You're serious. 5603-Gears: Let's drop the subject. Now. Even speaking about him is a bad omen. 5603-Man: (Whisper) I cannot fucking believe this. Well I guess that settles it then; everyone besides us is crazy or a complete asshole. What I would kill for a drink. 5603-Curve: [Wet Gurgling]. 5603-Squid: Ho, I concur. This might be the proposition that will make our night. 5603-Man: (Sighs) What is it now? 5603-Squid: He's saying we should do the wagers once again. 5603-Horns, and 5603-Gear make gestures indicating signs of agreement. 5603-Man raises his head. 5603-Man: Finally! I was wondering when we were going to do this again. 5603-Horns: You're one to talk, I can't wait to outdo all of you like last time. 5603-Gears: Oh don't be cocky, you got lucky. You want to go first, Lue? 5603-Squid: Sorry, but I'm afraid I'm going to sit this one out. My servants have not been providing adequate life energy recently, and I still need to save up for a gift for my son. I heard he likes this 'video games' so I'm going to do something involving that. 5603-Man: Doesn't he… hate you though? 5603-Squid: I've… being trying to make it up to him. I like to think of it as a sorry-I-wasn't-the-best-dad-I-could-be present. 5603-Gears: Oh don't be like that, Lue. you were a great father. I'm sure he'll forgive you eventually. As for the bet, I want to challenge you, dear sister. You think you can handle it? I won't think of you any different if you quit. 5603-Horns: Bite me. 5603-Gears: I challenge you to make a computer. 5603-Horns: Not my forte. But that won't stop me. 5603-Gears: Entirely constructed from flesh, and it has to work like an actual computer too. 5603-Horns: (Gasp) That's a crime against nature! 5603-Gears: You already accepted dear, try not to make a hissy fit when I win, ok? 5603-Horns: If that's how you want to be I challenge you to make robots! 5603-Gears: You do realize who you are talking to, right? 5603-Horns: Capable of reproduction! 5603-Gears: That's impossible! Only flesh can do that. 5603-Horns: I'm sure you can figure it out. Or has that brain of yours finally overheated? 5603-Gears: Never said I wasn't giving up. 5603-Curve: (Raises a thick tendril high above itself.) [Loud Wet Gurgling]. 5603-Squid: Does it involve pasta in any way, shape or form? 5603-Curve: (Lowers tendril) [Soft Wet Gurgling]. Dr. Barrs reaches the side rail, he jumps up multiple times before climbing onto the ledge. He rushes to the other side of the rail and stops, almost falling off. In the far distance, towering black constructs resembling skyscrapers can be seen, which are moving in a manner that would suggest respiration. Any further detail is indistinct due to the lack of lighting. Below the entities and the table appears to be a swirling spiral of smoke and yellow dust, a portion of an elongated mouth is barely visible. Dr. Barrs hyperventilates. 5603-Man: Do you literally have nothing else? 5603-Curve [Silence]. 5603-Man: Eh, we'll come back to you. Now to put something on the table… An elephant artist? Too predictable. A two-dimensional clown, too complicated. Oh how about reincarnating George Washington and turning him into a cherry tree? 5603-Squid: I'm pretty sure someone on earth has done that already. 5603-Man: What?! And here I thought I was the wild one. Since when did this happen? Did they get like a spell or charm another go- 5603-Man places its hand on the table and accidentally brushes against Dr. Barrs and notices him. All entities are now aware of his presence, he tries to flee but 5603-Man grabs onto his coat and lifts him high into the air. Dr. Barrs shouts as 5603-Man visually inspects him. Dr. Barrs: Oh god, no, no! 5603-Squid: What is this time? 5603-Man: It's a cockroach, I think. It feels fuzzy. 5603-Squid: That's another one. I thought we'd had all those holes plugged, apparently not. 5603-Man: I'll fix it as soon as I can. (Turns to face Dr. Barrs.) Now what do we do with you? Dr. Barrs: I don't mean any trouble! Let's talk about this- 5603-Horns: The noise its making is grating. Give it to me, I'll gladly take it off your hands. I'm getting hungry anyways. 5603-Gears: That's barbaric. Why not keep it as a pet? We could always use more company. 5603-Man: No, no. We don't know where this thing's been. I'm getting rid of it before it shits on the table or something. You know what? hand me that stick, Gears. I got an idea. Calling side pocket. 5603-Man lowers Dr. Barrs and drops him on the ground. Dr. Barrs lands on his back and becomes disoriented from the pain. He slowly stands up to see 5603-Man on the opposite end of the table, it is aiming the tip of the cue stick towards his chest. Dr. Barrs backs away which only prompts 5603-Man to lean forward. 5603-Man: Line up the shot, keep the hand steady annnnnnd there! 5603-Man thrusts the cue stick against Dr. Barrs chest, cracking the lens of the camera in the process. The momentum pushes him back and causes him to fall in the side pocket. Dr, Barrs screams as he enters the same tunnel as before; he continues falling for a period of ten minutes before manifesting in the site and landing on SCP-5603. Dr. Barrs remains on SCP-5603 until the security team arrives and escorts him out of the cell. [END LOG] Attempts to recreate the event that led to Incident 5603-1 has been met with failure. As a result, SCP-5603's object class was changed from Safe to Pending until the meaning of the contents regarding the footage could be ascertained. Footnotes 1. Foundation personnel in the room above claimed that Dr. Barrs suddenly manifested at the same time a section of the floor spontaneously shattered, creating a circular hole 2. Scranton Reality Anchor |
SCP-5604 | safe | Check out my other pages on my author profile! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 3/5604 LEVEL 3/5604 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5604 Safe SCP-5604. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5604 are contained within a secure drawer at Site-23's anomalous medication unit. Foundation agents embedded within law enforcement and medical agencies are to monitor for reports of methaqualone-related deaths and investigate potential links to SCP-5604. Description: SCP-5604 is the group designation for 57 anomalous methaqualone tablets. The tablets are a dark red in colour and imprinted with the text "R-IN". In addition to the drug's non-anomalous effects,1 SCP-5604 cause the user to undergo a series of psychological and physical transformations. Affected individuals assume new personality traits, and undergo facial contortions resulting in a new appearance. Resultant personalities and appearances have been uniform across test subjects. Consumption of SCP-5604 also results in a memetic effect altering interaction with, perception of, and documentation of, the affected individual. Discovery: SCP-5604 was discovered in Phoenix, Arizona, U.S. at the residence of Benjamin Tucker. Tucker, and several of his associates, were discovered dead from an overdose of SCP-5604, having ingested multiple tablets each. In text messages sent in the run-up to their deaths, the aforementioned individuals complained of extreme cognitive dissonance, loss of memory, and identity crisis. Upon discovery, the corpses were experiencing ongoing facial distortion, alerting the Foundation to the anomaly. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The contents of Addendum 001 and Addendum 003 have been flagged as containing inaccuracies and corruption arising from the memetic effects of SCP-5604. Personnel should exercise scepticism in their approach to the following material. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA ADDENDUM 001: TESTING LOG + OPEN ADDENDUM 1 + - CLOSE ADDENDUM 1 - To fully document the effects of SCP-5604, a single tablet was administered to D-7491. Within 40 minutes of ingestion, D-7491 began experiencing phenomena consistent with methaqualone's effects. After 6 hours, effects had not subsided2 but experienced an intensification. Through slurred speech, D-7491 began to repeat the following phrases: "Which parts of me are me?"; "What a waste it is to lose one's mind."; "Where do I begin and end?"; "I didn't live in this century."; "Help me." An interview was attempted, but D-7491 was unable to participate due to the strength of SCP-5604's effects continuing to increase. 8 hours after ingestion, D-7491 fell unconscious, and remained so for a period of 49 hours.3 Fifty-five hours after ingestion, D-7491 began to experience physical changes to the structure of their face. Upon awakening, D-7491 appeared fully cognizant of their surroundings, with the sedatory effects of SCP-5604 having subsided. An interview with SCP-5604's research lead, Dr Tom Woodruff, was arranged. SCP-5604 Interview Log 001 Interviewer: Dr Thomas Woodruff Interviewee: D.01010001|01010101|01000001|01011001|01001100|010001014 D-7491 <BEGIN LOG> (Dr Woodruff enters D-7491's holding chamber at Site-23.) Dr Woodruff: Good Morning D-7491, and how are you feeling today? D-7941: I feel okay thanks, Doc. I've not been, well, I've not been myself recently. But I'm feeling better today. I believe I'm on an irreversible trend towards recovery and being healthier - but that could change. (D-7941 spits blood across the table as he speaks, gums bleeding heavily.) Dr Woodruff: We were concerned about you the last few days. You've not been communicating with us, we had to administer a feeding tube as we didn't know how long you'd be unconscious for. Do you recall anything about your experience under the influence of SCP-5604? (An audible crunch is heard as D-7941's nose breaks, and sets itself in a new position.) D-7491: I understand the bondage between a researcher and their subject, thank you for looking after me. I don't remember much of the last few days, it's a blur. But I'm out the other side now. I truly am. I feel like a beakon of health.5 Dr Woodruff: And you're not in any physical discomfort as we speak? (Accompanied by a splatter of blood, a single tooth falls onto the table. A moment later, the rest of his teeth follow. D-7481 appears unfazed.) D-7491: [Indecipherable.] (Small, white protrusions are visible in D-7491's mouth, which grow larger and tear at the gums as a new set of teeth emerge.) Dr Woodruff: Err… could you repeat that please? (The gums appear to rapidly heal around the new dentition, although this is difficult to determine through the volume of blood.) D-7491: One word sums up how I'm feeling right now, and that word is "I feel great". Dr Woodruff: That's three words. D-7491: My mistake. Verbosity leads to unclear, inarticulate things. (Dr Woodruff produces a pen and a standard psychometric evaluation questionnaire from his briefcase, and slides them across the table to D-7491.) Dr Woodruff: Please could you complete this for me. (D-7941 begins to rapidly amend the contents of the document.) D-7491: There's a few spelling mistakes here. You're right phonetically but…there we go! (D-7491 passes the questionnaire to Dr Woodruff, who examines it. D-7491 has answered none of the questions, but has instead added an "e" to the end of each existing word. Dr Woodruff stares at it in silence for a moment, before getting up to leave.) Dr Woodruff: Well, I think that'll be all. We'll keep you monitored over the coming days. Thank you for your time. D-7491: Dr. Woodruff, I have one more thing to say. Dr Woodruff: By all means, go ahead. (D-7491's hair lightens, turning from black to auburn, with flecks of grey.) D-7491: I want to join the Foundation. As a staff member. Dr Woodruff: You… you want to join the Foundation? D-7491: Yes. Dr Woodruff: You want to join the Foundation? D-7491: Yes. Dr Woodruff: You want to join the Foundation? D-7491: Let me try to answer the question one more time. I think this is the fourth time that I've had this question. Dr Woodruff: Third time. D-7491: Three times that I've had this question. I will try to answer it again for you, as clearly as I can, because the question you're asking is "What kind of qualifications do I have to join the Foundation?". I have far more experience with the anomalous than many others when they sought to join the Foundation! You take the Foundation model, "Contain, Impured, Prospect" - how true that is! I've been a D-class for 6 years now.6 I've seen and worked with all manners of anomalies, survived them all. I bet I have as much experience in the Foundation as Jack Bright did when he sought site director! Dr Woodruff: D-7491. I served with Jack Bright. I know Jack Bright. Jack Bright is a friend of mine. D-7491, you're no Jack Bright.7 (The crowd cheers,8 and D-7491 is left in stunned silence.) D-7491: That was really uncalled for, Doctor. (Dr Woodruff laughs.) Dr Woodruff: You are the one that was making the comparison. I'm the one who knew him well. And frankly I think you are so far apart in the objectives you choose for the Foundation, that I did not think the comparison was well-taken. D-7491: I… I stand by all the misstatements I've made. Dr Woodruff: Goodbye, Dan.9 (Dr Woodruff stands and leaves the Omaha Civic Auditorium,10 as D-7491's eye colour changes from hazel to blue.) ADDENDUM 002: RECOVERED DATA + OPEN ADDENDUM 2 + - CLOSE ADDENDUM 2 - The following communications are an excerpt from a text message conversation on the mobile phone of Benjamin Tucker. It is currently believed the messages constitute Tucker's ordering of SCP-5604: Hey. Looking to buy quaaludes11, prepared to pay top dollar, heard from a friend you could help me out? hello this is dado. i can make 4 u. what type of quaal you like? dado has many kinds. quailude, quayleude, kaleude, whalelude Not picky, just send me the best shit you've got. ok i make best quayleudes. u trust dado i send 2 u soon. dado gd at business so send first quaals 4 3 Arrived today, great batch so far. Thanks dadoe dado* ADDENDUM 003: TESTING UPDATE + OPEN ADDENDUM 3 + - CLOSE ADDENDUM 3 - D-7491, Former Vice President Dan Quayle. Afterword: Following their interview with Dr. Woodruff, D-7491 continued to experience facial transformations, eventually subsiding at 19:88.12 When checked on the next day, D-7491 was discovered to be James Danforth Quayle, the 44th vice president of the United States. Testing was repeated with other D-class personnel, with identical results. At the time of writing, the Foundation has 5 Dan Quayles in containment, designated D-QUAYLE-1 through -5.13 Footnotes 1. Including drowsiness, memory loss, and acting as a muscle relaxant. 2. as would be expected with a dose of non-anomalous methaqualone. 3. During this time, D-7491 was sustained through a naso-gastric feeding tube and an IV. 4. Erroneous text potentially arising from SCP-5604's memetic effects. 5. Erroneous orthography potentially arising from SCP-5604's memetic effects. 6. D-7491 joined the Foundation as a D-class resource 2 years ago. 7. No record exists of Dr Woodruff having worked with Dr Bright. 8. Erroneous audio potentially arising from SCP-5604's memetic effects. 9. Erroneous nomenclature potentially arising from SCP-5604's memetic effects. 10. Erroneous location potentially arising from SCP-5604's memetic effects. 11. A common name for methaqualone. 12. Erroneous timestamp potentially arising from SCP-5604's memetic effects. 13. 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SCP-5605 | keter | 3/5605 LEVEL 3/5605 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5605 Keter First reported sighting of SCP-5605-1 Special Containment Procedures: Low-Earth-Orbit satellites are to pass over Area-of-Interest-5605 no less frequently than once per hour. Atmospheric conditions indicating the appearance of SCP-5605 are to prompt the immediate dispatch of MTF Xi-9 ("Wheat Watchers") in order to protect against public interaction. MTF Agents and other deployed personnel are to make use of [Cover Story #013 - "Dangerous Animal At Large"] and redirect all civilians away from the affected area. Persons that enter the affected area are not to be pursued and should be considered lost. Use of force as necessary to elicit compliance is authorized. Description: SCP-5605 is a wandering point of planar intersection occurring primarily within Northern Saskatchewan, Canada. Although the borders of this phenomenon are poorly defined, it is typically observed to grow as wide as approximately 200 square kilometers before rapidly contracting and disappearing. Due to differences in the atmospheric composition of this dimension, the most reliable indicators of SCP-5605 are dense fog and the sudden appearance of snow-covered ground regardless of prevailing weather conditions. Although conditions within SCP-5605 closely mirror those of prime reality, the space within suggests a divergent timeline where humanity no longer exists. To date, the only encountered living occupant of SCP-5605 has been an entity which closely resembles an extinct subspecies of polar bear, the Ursus maritimus tyrannus1. This entity is classified as SCP-5605-1. Early data suggested that instances of SCP-5605 appear at random intervals and random locations within the general geographic boundaries of Northern Saskatchewan. However, after further correlation it appears that SCP-5605 preferentially selects times and coordinates which make it likely to intercept small groups. The methods and mechanisms by which targets are selected remain indeterminate. Field Agent's Log On 2016-09-17 two field agents were investigating reports of a cryptid in the vicinity of Lake Athabasca, Saskatchewan, supposedly related to a rash of disappearances in the area. At their last successful check-in time, Agents Ricardo Diaz and Curt Vogel indicated they were heading to the last known whereabouts of a cluster of missing persons. Unknown to both agents, they had entered an instance of SCP-5605 during their investigation and all contact was immediately lost when the instance closed. On 2016-09-20, less than 72-hours after their initial disappearance, another instance of SCP-5605 manifested approximately 20-kilometers north of the field agents' last known location. Due to standard security protocols in light of their MIA status, the missing agents' network security certificate had been revoked; communication was not automatically re-established. However, the vehicle they had been using was able to act as local data storage for their audio and video streams. This footage was recovered when the missing vehicle was located. The whereabouts of Agents Diaz and Vogel remains unknown. +Begin: Recovered Video Fragments -wq:logoff Segment: A Video has been filmed from Agent Diaz's body camera. A timestamp appears in the lower margin of the video which continues to match the Foundation Master-Clock. A battery indicator appears on the right side of the same margin indicating 14% remaining battery life. Agents Diaz and Vogel trek at a slow pace across a snowy plain and the howling of the wind obscures much of the audio. After several minutes of the camera angled downward, the agents come to a stop and the camera pans around as Vogel evaluates the landscape. The pair appears to have crested a rolling hill. The faint suggestion of a midday sun is visible overhead through dense fog although the video timestamp indicates 2021 hours. The camera lingers for several seconds on Agent Vogel who appears to be suffering from prolonged and severe fatigue. The Agent's lips are severely chapped and cracked and their face is badly wind-burned. They slowly pivot to evaluate the landscape. Diaz: <Voice is hoarse> More of the same. I think I see the sheen of daylight on ice over there, at about 3 o'clock. Maybe it's too heavy for the lake ice? We might be able to sleep for a little bit. Vogel: <Also hoarse> Can't see more than a kilometer anyway. No other option. Have to try…something different. Let's go. They begin walking in the direction indicated by Diaz. Diaz: You know…when we get outta here…I'm gonna cash out at least two weeks and go to Malibu. I don't care if the debrief takes a whole week by itself; once they let me out of that fucking door I'm not coming back for a month! Vogel: Two weeks at the start of the story and a month by the end. Just how much PTO you got clenched up up there, Diaz? Both agents laugh softly. Diaz: Just think about it though. Pina coladas, white sand beaches, warm breezes. Vogel: No fog, no snowblindness, and seeing something actually different went you turn around for once. Diaz: And no fucking polar bear. Vogel: And no polar bears. Segment: B Approximately twenty minutes of extraneous audio and video has been removed as the pair arrives to the edge of a frozen lake. There is almost no snow on the lake ice and the presence of water is clearly indicated through the sheet of ice. Uneven rock formations jut up through the snow and seem to mark the waterline. The wind continues to whip loudly in the camera's microphone. Battery indicator shows 13% remaining. Vogel: Christ, there's no way we can walk across this if we can see water. Vogel carefully extends a boot and steps onto the lake ice, sliding his weight further out as he attempts to maintain a low center of gravity. Agent Vogel then tests a second foot, his entire weight now out on the ice. He carefully takes several steps out before a loud snap and crack pierces the air, originating from near Vogel. Agent Diaz lunges forward, extending his arm out as Vogel begins to slide back toward the shore and is pulled to safety. The pair of agents collapse on the lake shore catching their breath for several minutes. Diaz: Maybe we could like…lay out, spread out our weight. Th-the dis…distribution or whatever. We should be…the points of contact. The surface area. Vogel: Yeah, yeah, whatever it is you're thinking of, you do it first. You can barely string a sentence together. I'll do the one-knee thing here by the shore where the ice is a little thicker in case our guest shows up. Seriously, snag some shuteye. Diaz: I need to save my fighting spirit. You're lucky. Hey, Vogel, any chap-stick left? Vogel: My lips practically look like hamburger from this dry air and you actually think I might be holding out on you? Get fucking bent. <lengthy pause> I'm sorry, we're…it's just… Diaz: I know, mate. Wake me in 45. Agent Diaz gets onto the lake ice and lays down, sliding himself across the ice until he is several meters from the shore. He lays on his back as his breathing steadies and he begins to softly snore, even through the howling of the wind. Segment: C Approximately forty minutes of extraneous audio and video have been removed, during which Agent Diaz shifts onto his side while sleeping. The camera is pointed in the direction of Agent Vogel, who is facing away from the camera and downwind. Agent Vogel's head and shoulders droop several times and he nearly falls over more than a dozen times during the truncated video, presumably from fatigue. Video resumes as Agent Vogel does fall over and onto his side and then immediately shoots up, awake. As Vogel pulls himself to his feet, a bellowing roar cuts through the wind from an unknown source. Vogel scrambles toward the lake and slides onto his belly and military-crawls across the ice until he reaches Diaz. He attempts to wake the sleeping agent and the camera jostles substantially as Diaz sits up and tries to orient himself. Vogel: Diaz. Diaz! It's coming, it's fucking found us already. It's coming, we-we gotta… Diaz: Lay down, let's head further out. Your two feet were enough to crack it there's no way it can run out here. Come on. The two agents shimmy out several dozen meters from the shore, oriented in the direction they heard the roar originate from. Nearly twenty minutes pass before a dark silhouette crests a nearby hill, indicating the arrival of SCP-5605-1. Agents Diaz and Vogel remain motionless. SCP-5605-1 reaches the edge of the lake and comes to stop. It lowers its massive head and extends one paw, carefully and hesitantly testing the ice. Vogel: Oh fuck it's going to fucking try. You've gotta be kidding me… Diaz: There's no way. As soon as this ice breaks we gun it for the shoreline and we run. This is going to work. This has to work. As the two agents lie still, SCP-5605-1 continues to trod further out onto the ice and approaches the agents. Diaz hits Vogel on the shoulder twice as he begins to get up. Diaz: Alright, that's close enough, we gotta go. Like, now. Vogel. Vogel? Vogel! Come on, man! As Diaz starts to back-peddle toward the shoreline the camera pans down. Agent Vogel is transfixed on the ice, looking down with his mouth hanging open. Diaz grabs hold of Vogel's boot and begins to drag him toward the shore. As he does so, the camera points sharply downward and a nude, humanoid figure is seen bumping against the ice from the underside. This causes Diaz to scream and let go of Vogel's foot and fall onto his backside. Diaz: What the hell?! Vogel: <Weakly> Claire… Diaz turns over onto his hands and knees and crawls back to Vogel, grabbing his waist and pulling him toward the shore. As he does so, the humanoid figure resurfaces and bumps against the nearly-clear lake ice once again. The figure is a human female, appearing to be approximately 30-years-old with blonde hair and extremely pale skin. It is unclear if this pale skin is a natural condition or a product of the environment. The figure's eyes are open and its face is contorted in a look of shock and pain. Vogel: <Whimpering> My Claire… Several more humanoid figures begin appearing beneath the ice all around them in similar poses, but due to refraction, their faces are unclear. Diaz yanks on Vogel's waistband several more times, hauling him toward the shore. Upon reaching solid ground, Vogel gathers himself enough to get up and start running away with Diaz. Another bellowing roar is heard close behind them. The battery indicator shows 9% remaining. Segment: D Approximately 10 minutes of extraneous audio and video have been removed before Vogel falls onto his hands and knees, chest heaving from their hasty escape. Vogel: It was Claire…How?! Diaz slumps forward and puts his hands on his knees, but remains standing, his breathing labored. Diaz: She's dead, Curt. She's dead and buried and you know that. W-whatever you say you saw, it-it must have just been fatigue. A hallucination. These things happen when you're up for three days on an adrenaline high. Your brain chemistry must be ten shades of messed up right now. Vogel: It's this place, Diaz. That was her. There's no mistaking those eyes. Diaz: It's okay. I believe you, but you have to try not to— Vogel: No, I need to say this. Once you've had to look into your lover's eyes and watch the life bleed out…you don't forget that. I know, in every fiber of this coward's heart that still beats within me, that those were her eyes, damn it. Several moments of silence pass before Diaz puts a hand on Vogel's shoulder. He allows it to remain there for several seconds before Vogel sits up and pushes the hand off. Vogel: I don't need your sympathy. I didn't need the fake sympathy cards then, and I don't want your pandering consolation now. Diaz: Hey, man. This is empathy, not sympathy. I can see you're hurting. But we have to be strong a little while longer. You can lean on me for as long- Vogel: We're never getting out of here. You know that, right? That big stupid thing is going to catch us. Just like it caught that hiker, just like it caught those campers we were looking for, just like it caught my Claire. Diaz: Curt that was a car accident. Five years ago. The bear didn't have anything at all to do with it. And for the record, no, I don't know that we're going to die here. Now get the fuck up and let's move. Diaz pulls Vogel up to his feet; the other agent appears to be crying. Vogel: I didn't know someone else remembered. Diaz: Of course I do. You're like a brother to me. They resume walking. The battery indicator shows 7% remaining. Segment: E Approximately ten minutes of extraneous audio and video are removed before Agent Diaz abruptly slides and falls down the side of a steep hill. A rocky facet of the hill was obscured by a snow drift which broke away due to the Agent's activity. The camera is surrounded and impacted by snow. Several minutes pass before the snow is cleared away and Vogel can be seen frantically trying to dig Diaz out. Vogel begins looking up and over Diaz's shoulder as he starts to dig faster. Vogel: It's coming, it's coming. Come on, man, we gotta go. A series of primal grunts pierce the air from somewhere unseen; both agents freeze upon hearing the first one but then immediately resume frantically digging. As the snow is cleared away, Vogel tries to help Diaz out but he is not able to move freely. Diaz: Ah! Ouch, stop! It's my foot. My ankle. Something…I can feel resistance. Don't pull, look around behind me. Vogel repositions to focus on the problem area and freezes, motionless. Diaz: …Vogel? How bad is it? Vogel: Ahh, well. There's…there's two pretty big rocks. And I'm pretty sure I see coagulated blood. Either that or you were storing coffee grounds in your socks. Diaz: Fuck. If you're telling jokes then… Vogel presses his lips together tightly. He then repositions to try and move the rocks and continue to dig out snow. This continues for approximately two minutes until a large shadow eclipses Vogel and Diaz. Diaz cranes his head up and back but the camera is not able move with him. Diaz: <Whispering> Vogel. You have to take this, and you have to go. Now. Please, Curt. Live. Just… Please, Curt, go. Agent Vogel is motionless, his gaze affixed on SCP-5605-1 which is casting the shadow. Agent Diaz decouples his body camera and hands it to Vogel, and then pushes him away. Vogel begins to shuffle backward as he climbs to his feet. Diaz: Go. Go! Vogel continues to shuffle backward as SCP-5605-1 walks around the rocky hill and approaches Agent Diaz. Its face lowers to closely examine the agent, who unsheathes a bowie knife from a body holster and swings wildly at SCP-5605-1. The bear takes a half-step backward and avoids the swing, momentarily startled by the gesture. Diaz: I said fucking go! Vogel begins to run now. As distance increases and the fog obscures line of sight, Diaz and SCP-5605-1 become silhouettes and then disappear entirely. A series of piercing but brief screams are heard. The battery indicator shows 6% remaining. Segment: F Approximately two hours of extraneous audio and video are removed before Agent Vogel stops next to a barren aspen tree and sits down, his back against its trunk. The howling of the wind has lessened slightly but the fog has thickened around him. Vogel: It's getting warmer, I can tell. Only a little, but I can feel it in the air; it's warmer, wetter, wherever I am now. Sun still hasn't moved and I might never move again either. I'm tired. Really goddamn tired. The camera is decoupled and Agent Vogel sets it on his lap, facing up. He scans his surroundings as the video continues to record. Vogel: I can't stop thinking about her. Claire. I know, right? What kind of a monster wouldn't have Diaz on the mind right now but that's my training kicking in. I've detached, at least from that. But not her. Never her. The truth is that I could never leave her behind and I've kept that chain hanging around my neck for five years. We never fell out of love and I guess I still haven't either. Agent Vogel repositions the camera slightly as he raises his knees so it is nearly at eye level. His eyes begin to well with tears as he looks into the camera. Vogel: The court documents all show that I blew a 0.00 by the time the paramedics were done and the cops had hold of me. More than five hours after the accident. But what they don't show is that if they had tested me earlier at the sobriety check-point instead of on the winding country road that I used to go around them, my night might have just ended with a 'simple' DWI. And she'd still be alive. Vogel: She was stone-cold sober, too. She trusted me and I did that to her… Agent Vogel's lip begins to quiver. Vogel: I should have died. Not her. She should be moving on and starting a beautiful family by now. I should be…a picture in a memory box. A memory to take out and shed a tear over once a decade and then put away, but I…that's not reality. She's dead. She's trapped beneath the ice here, her last tear-soaked words hanging in this relentless, howling wind. And I don't even have the luxury of being able to stop and listen, to mourn. This thing…this stupid bear. Agent Vogel loses his composure for a moment and begins to sob; he turns his head away from the camera. Vogel: This fucking bear has been on us since we got here. It doesn't stop. It just doesn't stop. I got a good look into its beady little coal-black eyes when it showed up in our camp and then again with Diaz. They were hollow and full of hate and I know it was looking at me. It ripped that poor fucking camper's leg clean off but it was looking at me while it did it. We ran. Slept when we could. Ran more. And it still came, relentless. Looking at me, for me. Well, there's nowhere left for me to run. My body, my soul, has given up. Vogel: Diaz is dead now too, but it should be me. Yet again. He told me that I should go, that I should live. I walked away from something like this before and…living was the worst thing to happen to me. They say that hikers that get lost in the bush can last a real long time so long as they still have hope. Welp. Time's up. Vogel leans his hack back against the tree. A series of deep thumps interrupt the audio as a shadow slowly eclipses Agent Vogel. He lifts his head from its resting position and presumably regards SCP-5605-1. The corners of his mouth turn up into a smile as he begins to sob once more. The battery indicator reads 2%. Vogel: I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. You can't outrun your guilt. You just die tired. Agent Vogel tosses the camera which rolls for several meters before coming to stop facing a small copse of trees. An animalistic grunt pierces the audio followed by a muffled series of screams. The howling winds have largely died down and the fog begins to partially abate. The audio detects intermittent crunching and chewing sounds until the battery indicator reaches 0% and the body camera powers off. Footnotes 1. The "tyrant polar bear", estimated to be approximately 140% the size of modern polar bears. |
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After receiving a monthly medical evaluation, SCP-5606's infusion pump is to be calibrated. All information regarding Gregori Talmov, Katrina Pernova, or Sicilia Pernova is to be given to the Site-51 POI Recovery Department. Description SCP-5606 is a circular biological entity composed entirely of human tissue, measuring 32.5 cm in diameter and 12 cm in depth. Though incapable of movement, SCP-5606 vocalizes the word "tick" every 30 seconds. Initial analyses revealed substantial thaumaturgical residue, indicating a carnomantic ritual was responsible for SCP-5606's creation. Further information on SCP-5606 is available below: ■ SCP-5606 Medical Analysis ■ □ SCP-5606 Medical Analysis □ Date: 2020/01/28 Subject: SCP-5606 Operator: Dr. William Strauss Sex: Unavailable Body Weight: 18.6 kg Height: 32.5 cm BMI: 2.1 Blood Type: All External Examination The anterior section of the organism is composed of skin similar to that found on human scrotums. In the center sits an orifice resembling a mouth; although lacking teeth, the orifice does have a tongue. 12 evenly spaced thoracic vertebrae protrude through the edge of the anterior. The skin has been stretched tight, allowing the bones underneath to be visible. Located on each side of the orifice is a small prehensile hand, measuring 5.1 and 3.4 cm respectively. On the posterior of SCP-5606 there is a large sack containing the lungs, heart, and brain of the organism. Internal Examination: X-Ray and MRI analysis of SCP-5606 revealed all of its bones to be human collar and pelvic bones. The size of these bones indicates they all were originally from prepubescent children of various ages and sexes. SCP-5606 has three functional hearts crudely fused together. It also possesses a pair of lungs, the left of which is vestigial. A total of 17 human amygdalae are also present, along with two hypothalami. SCP-5606 has no nervous system and is devoid of all sensory organs. Toxicity SCP-5606 toxicology screening shows high concentrations of embryonic stem cells, estrogen, and progesterone. DNA analysis produced varied and unidentifiable results. Prognosis Due to lacking the organs required to digest food or water, subject must receive nutrition and hydration intravenously. Even so, the long term sustainability of SCP-5606 is unlikely. Medical Department Discovery SCP-5606 was discovered when Timothy Perry contacted the Lakewood Police Department regarding a suspicious package. Subsequent police reports of a strange organism being recovered alerted the Foundation, and an item recovery team was dispatched. After successfully recovering the anomaly, the following document was found attached to the inside of the box: ■ Attached Document ■ □ Attached Document □ To Gregori, It's about time you made me a grandmother. This marriage was arranged for a reason. After all, a woman's biological clock only ticks for so long. Much Love, Sicilia The house next to Mr. Perry's is owned by Gregori Patlov, which was later discovered to be an alias of Gregori Talmov, a known affiliate of GoI-0432 ("The Hunter's Black Lodge"). Mr. Talmov recently married Katrina Pernova, daughter of high ranking GOI-0432 member Sicilia Pernova. The location of the suspects is currently unknown. |
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All basic life functions are supported through the stasis unit and maintained by the Research and Development Division. SCP-5607-1 is to be extracted via a catheter and stored within pressurized biologic storage tanks. The extracted SCP-5607-1 is given to Development Team 14 to be repurposed into Compound-5607/P. Description SCP-5607 within its stasis unit. SCP-5607 is theorized to be an extraplanetary humanoid entity originating from outside of the Sol System. Measuring 11 cm in height, SCP-5607 is bipedal, with elongated arms, and a large head relative to its body (approximately 4 cm in diameter). Similar in biological function to native Earth plants, SCP-5607 subsists off water, UV radiation, and carbon dioxide. Since its discovery, SCP-5607 remains in a self-induced comatose state, though all bodily functions are fully operational. SCP-5607 was discovered in 1976, during a Foundation-backed mission to the lunar surface. During surveying operations in the Montes Secchi range, astronauts discovered a disk-shaped vessel (designated SCP-5607-0). After SCP-5607 and its stasis container were removed from SCP-5607-0, a self-destruct sequence initiated leading to the destruction of the vessel in its entirety. The salvaged remains were declared unsuitable for experimentation and subsequently left at the point of discovery (2.65°N 42.97°E, Montes Secchi, Earth 1). SCP-5607-0 prior to its destruction. SCP-5607-1 is the designation for urine created by SCP-5607 and is currently considered anomalous due to an unexplained biological reaction caused by its inhalation. During the examination of the spacesuit worn by SCP-5607, an unusual urine disposal method was discovered. Utilizing a catheter and an advanced vaporization unit, the suit redistributed vaporized SCP-5607-1 through the respiratory systems. Inhalation of SCP-5607-1 was subsequently tested on 28 different species, including humans. These tests concluded that SCP-5607-1 unilaterally causes a substantial increase in physical and mental dexterity, far beyond pre-exposure parameters. It is theorized that this facilitates the acuity needed for piloting the high-speed interstellar vessel used by SCP-5607. SCP-5607 Project Proposal PISS Device. The Research and Development Division has developed an inhalation device utilizing Compound-5607/P, an SCP-5607-1 derivative capable of a temporary and substantial increase in the effectiveness of Mobile Task Force agents. The device was designated the Personal Inhalant Service Stimulant, or PISS device. Testing concluded a ~175% increase in performance-related scoring in all participants.1 The R&D division requests the use of a high-engagement Mobile Task Force in order to test the long-term use of the PISS Device. MTF Administration: Approved Site Director: Approved Ethics Committee: Approved Dr. Cooper Millgate and Development Team 14 are hereby granted a six-month trial for the operational use of PISS Devices utilizing MTF Epsilon-19, under the supervision of Captain Luke Wells. Further stipulations and requirements are available to applicable personnel. Access SCP-5607 Project Requests Access Granted 1998/02/15 To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Captain Luke Wells Subject: Flavoring Dr. Millgate, my men have been apprehensive about using your compound due to the taste, which has been described as "sour cat piss flavored". I was hoping your team could develop a more palatable flavoring for the PISS Devices. To: Captain Luke Wells From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: Re:Flavoring An understandable request, Captain Wells, next week's batch will have new flavoring. Will cherry be suitable for your men? To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Captain Luke Wells Subject: Re:Re:Flavoring Dr. Millgate, cherry would work fine, the general consensus is for either cherry or grape. So whichever is easier on your end, thank you. 1998/02/28 To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Captain Luke Wells Subject: Update Dr. Millgate, the new flavoring is satisfactory to say the least, mixed berry was an excellent middle ground. My men have begun using the devices during almost every engagement. This week alone we cleared 17 successful recovery missions. I would like to request an additional 12 units for our next delivery. To: Captain Luke Wells From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: Re:Update I am glad to hear the new flavor is to your men's liking, Captain. I am likewise pleased in the successful missions, though I would like to remind you that Compound-5607/P is for high-intensity situations and should not be overused. Additional devices will be included in your next shipment. 1998/03/12 To: Captain Luke Wells From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: Empty canister return. Captain Wells, while I am thrilled with our results over the past few weeks, I have an area of concern that needs to be addressed. As per the protocol laid out in our trial, all empty Compound-5607/P canisters must be returned upon delivery of the next shipment. The last two weeks you were short eight canisters. Please make sure your men return the canisters once they've been depleted. To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Captain Luke Wells Subject: Re:Empty canister return. Dr. Millgate, it has come to my attention that several of my men have been keeping the spent canisters to get the "final bits" during tight situations. Two other operatives threw away their canister by mistake. I will make sure this does not happen again. To: Captain Luke Wells From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: Re:Re:Empty canister return. Please do make sure this does not happen again, I would hate to jeopardize the program due to simple oversights. I will be sending additional canisters with your next shipment to ensure that saving spent canisters is unnecessary. 1998/04/02 To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Captain Luke Wells Subject: More PISS Due to an incident I am unauthorized to disclose, my team will be taking on twice the number of assigned missions. In response, I would like to double the number of devices received in our next shipment. To: Captain Luke Wells From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: Re:More PISS Captain, we are incapable of producing that many devices at this time. At most I can include an additional 16 units, but any more would require additional funding and an expansion of current facilities. I do apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. 1998/04/04 To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Captain Luke Wells Subject: Incident I regret to inform you that our last shipment has been misplaced or thrown away by mistake. We received and signed for it yesterday, but it came during our resupply and must have gotten lost in the confusion. We are still scheduled to take on missions and would greatly appreciate another batch. Thanks, Doctor. To: Captain Luke Wells From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: Re:Incident Captain Wells, we can send another shipment tomorrow, it will arrive the day after. Please do be more careful in the future, we can not afford such losses. 1998/05/01 To: Captain Luke Wells From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: The end. It is with great displeasure that I must inform you that our trial has been ended prematurely. Due to the high cost/time expenditure required for the project and that my expertise is needed elsewhere, O5 has deemed the project inconclusive and will place the remaining compound on ice along with SCP-5607. I give you and your men my utmost gratitude for your assistance in this endeavor. To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Captain Luke Wells Subject: Re:The end. We find this to be unacceptable, we rely on those PISS's to get our job done. You must make an appeal. You're smart, you'll figure it out, there has to be a way. To: Captain Luke Wells From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: Re:Re:The end. While I understand your situation and appreciate your confidence, there is simply nothing I can do. I've been ordered to move everything into storage this afternoon. By this time tomorrow, I'll be across the country working on another project. Medical staff will ensure your men are taken care of if there are any concerns. It's been a pleasure working with you Captain Wells, I wish you and your men the best of luck. EMERGENCY RELAY 1998/05/01 To: Site Director | Dr. Richard Nylen Cc: Site 51 Internal Security From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: PLEASE HELP I don't know how they got in here, but Epsilon-19 is in my lab and is currently holding my staff hostage. They're demanding more PISS– they've already shot one of my junior researchers. Please send security ASAP. To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Security Captain Mike Lenardo Subject: Re:PLEASE HELP We are aware of the situation, Doc. I have a team currently attempting to enter the lab. Breach security protocols have been activated from the inside, so we're having trouble entering. Please standby for further instructions. To: Security Captain Mike Leonardo Cc: Site Director | Dr. Richard Nylen From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: Re:Re:PLEASE HELP They're not acting rationally, I can't reason with them. We are giving them the PISS we have left, they want us to start making more– I'll go through the motions but please hurry, we don't actually have the necessary ingredients and I can only stall for so long. To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Security Captain Mike Lenardo Subject: Re:Re:Re:PLEASE HELP They've snuck a two-man strike team out of the lab. They're all juiced up on PISS and have taken out my security detail. We've sealed the corridor and are reformulating our approach, please standby for further instructions. To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Site Director | Dr. Richard Nylen Subject: Thank you. Due to the risk of allowing this situation to run its course, incendiary sterilization protocols will be initiated. On behalf of the Foundation, I thank you and your staff for your services. Please standby. THIS SCENARIO WAS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE FOUNDATION MTF ADMINISTRATION Say NO to performance-enhancing drugs and ALWAYS report suspicious behavior, regardless of the source. This situation was extrapolated from real events for training purposes, names and designations have been altered for privacy. Footnotes 1. Testing and performance results are available upon request. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5607" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5607. 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: alien.jpg Author: Crown Star Images License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/fe8f53d0-068e-4385-a16d-865d9050ae4e Filename: ship.jpg Author: Carniphage License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/fb91f6b2-969b-44fa-99bb-1abbcdef3459 Filename: inhale.jpg Author: Neil T License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/26c2a502-420f-4288-acfe-2ea461eb3297 |
SCP-5608 | keter | close Info X SCP-5608: "The Delectable Taste of Cognition" by: Doctor Fullham ♫ Doctor Fullham's Author Page ♫ Crit Credits: Calibold HunterDog Oboebandgeek99 minathewitch does not match any existing user name 90.67% (+68) 9.33% (-7) -% (+0) -% (-0) Special Containment Procedures Due to a current lack of understanding of SCP-5608's source, containment is impossible. All affected individuals are to be contained and surrounded by individuals with thought paradigms that disagree with their own. Tests of the efficacy of amnestics to counteract this anomaly are ongoing. There are currently five affected individuals in containment, designated PoI-5608-1 through -5. Foundation assets stationed in police forces and campus security are to monitor for and investigate any and all reports of stalking behavior. Currently, the only known way to halt the effects of SCP-5608 is to allow the affected individual to consume at least a portion of the grey matter of their target's brain. Description SCP-5608 is a rare, anomalous form of synesthesia1. Persons affected by the anomaly are able to perceive tastes based on the thoughts of those around them. Increasing physical proximity between the affected person and other individuals increases the strength of the taste. Additionally, affected individuals have reported that thoughts that mimic or complement their own have a pleasant taste, whereas thoughts that are counter to their own are disgusting. Affected individuals have described complementary thoughts as "sweet," "savory," "pleasant," and "overwhelmingly powerful." There is a significantly greater variation in the descriptions of unpleasant tastes, comparing them to the affected individual's least favorite foods, as well as various varieties of animal excrement. Individuals experiencing SCP-5608 have a very high likelihood of developing a psychological addiction to the pleasant tastes. During a containment interview, PoI-5608-3 commented "Imagine the best thing that you've ever tasted, and you can only ever taste it again if you're near a specific person. Wouldn't you want to spend more time with them?" Discovery SCP-5608 was first discovered when Foundation agents within the Cincinnati Police Department interviewed James Conners, incarcerated for murdering Matthew Harper, a classmate at Xavier University. An excerpt of Agent Jakobson's interview with Conners can be found below. Interview 5608-CONNERS Close interview [BEGINNING OF INTERVIEW OMITTED FOR BREVITY] Jakobson: Alright, we've got that all squared away. Now, can you detail the series of events that led to you murdering your classmate, Matthew Harper? Conners: God, can you not be so….cold about it? I feel terrible about all of this. Matt….he didn't deserve that. I still can't believe I….ugh. Jakobson: Listen, kid. I'm not a counselor. I'm not here to make you feel better. I'm here to get the facts; to figure out why a college student with a bright future and no history of aggression or neurodiverse traits was found with brain matter in hi- Conners: Jesus man! I get it! It was…I think it started a few weeks ago. I was walking around campus and suddenly I taste this….something. I can't even describe it. It's like how good pizza, ice cream, a good steak, and my grandpa's homemade root beer taste, all rolled into one. And multiplied ten times over. Jakobson: And you had not partaken of any illicit substances? Conners: Hell no, man. I've been to too many parties where people OD or get jacked up and do some crazy shit. I have a drink now and again but that's it. You can fuckin test my piss if you want. Jakobson: Perhaps later. So, you tasted something strange and good. What happened next? Conners: Well….god this is gonna sound stupid, but….you ever see those old cartoons, where someone smells a pie or something, and the smell pulls them along by their nose? Jakobson: I'm familiar with that trope, yes. Conners: Well, it was like that. I just…followed the taste. And it led me to Matt. Jakobson: Was this surprising to you? Conners: I mean, not any more surprising than suddenly tasting some unknown ambrosia. Jakobson: Right. So, Mr. Harper was the source of this taste. Did you inform him of this? Conners laughs. Conners: Are you fucking insane? How do you even tell someone that? "Hey bro no homo but when I'm around you I taste something fantastic so let's hang out." No, I didn't tell him. Jakobson: Understandable. So what did you do? Conners: Well I had a few classes with Matt, and we studied psych together on weekends, so we spent a lot of time together anyway. But after a while….it wasn't enough. Jakobson: What wasn't enough? Conners: The time. I needed to be around him more. I wanted to taste it every waking second of my life. So I started…accidentally running into him at football games, the cafeteria… Jakobson: You started stalking him. Conners: No! I was just…fuck, yeah, I guess I was. Goddamn it. I started skipping classes and following him to his. I skipped meals, I followed him home… Jakobson: And what led you to consider cannibalizing him? Conners: Jesus fucking christ can you not say it like that? I'm not some psycho Jeffrey Dahmer asshole! I just…I needed to taste more. Nothing was enough anymore. Jakobson: You were addicted. Conners: That's putting it mildly. Jakobson: Can you describe to me the events that led up to you killin- Conners: It was Friday night, after a party. Matt was hammered as hell and I was the DD that night. I stuck around him all night, the more he drank, the stronger the taste got. He's….he was a giggly drunk. The guy that always says "I love you guys" when he drinks. Anyway, I drove him home. The taste was so intense, so distracting…I almost t-boned someone. Agent Jakobson remains silent. Conners: He was stumbling around when we got to his apartment complex, so I helped him inside, and up to his place. I helped him get his shoes and coat off and get into bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a fucking light. And for a few minutes I just sat there, tasting it. It tasted…it was better than sex. Better than the best sex you can imagine. It was heaven in my goddamned mouth and it still wasn't enough. Connors takes a heaving breath. Conners: So I grabbed his advanced chem textbook and hit him across the face. And then again. I hit him in the temple with the corner and didn't stop until it was like I was bathing in the taste. Once there was a big enough hole I stuck my fingers in and fucking pried his skull open. And then I…I fucking…. Conners begins to cry heavily. Conners: I ate his fucking brains! I scooped them out with my bare hands and ate them like it was my last meal. I didn't really come to terms with what had happened until it was done, and then there I was, with my friend's blood and hair all over my hands and the worst aftertaste ever in my mouth. You know the rest. Jakobson: Can you say with confidence that had it not been for the sudden appearance of this taste, this wouldn't have happened? Conners: Fucking-A yes I can! I never wanted to hurt Matt. I just….it was all I could think about. Nothing mattered anymore but getting more of that taste. And now I'm going to prison for the rest of my life, aren't I? Jakobson: You will certainly be….detained for some time. But it won't be like any prison you know. Conners: I'm so fucking sorry. I wish I had never tasted that….whatever it was. What about Matt's family? What did you guys tell them? Jakobson: The police are handling that side of the investigation. However, I can guarantee that you will not be named. In fact, Matthew's family will soon forget you existed entirely. Conners: Thank god for that. [END INTERVIEW] POST-INTERVIEW NOTE James Conners was designated PoI-5608-1, and was interviewed thoroughly by Foundation agents and psychiatrists. It is clear that he exhibited symptoms of a strong psychological addiction, but it is as of yet unclear if the addiction was anomalous in nature, or simply a result of the anomalous taste. Research into this, as well as possible sources of the anomaly and methods of combating the effects, is ongoing. We are unsure if this anomaly may return, so PoI-5608-1 is currently declared as indefinitely contained. - Dr. J.C. Honors Close interview Addendum 5608-A PoI-5608-2 was placed in a standard humanoid isolated containment chamber to determine if an absence of exposure to outside thoughts could counteract the effects of SCP-5608. The victim was discovered several hours later, deceased, with the following injuries: Three fractured digits on the right hand. Two of the fractured digits had their fingernails torn off, found embedded in the skin of their right temple. A self-inflicted puncture wound through the victim's right temple, outlined by severe bruising. Traces of grey matter in the victim's mouth. Footnotes 1. A neurological condition describing a person's senses getting "mixed up" - hearing colors, tasting sounds, etc. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5608" by Doctor Fullham, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5608. 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-5609 | keter | 2/5609 LEVEL 2/5609 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5609 A component of the satellite array surrounding SCP-5609 Special Containment Procedures: An array of Foundation-owned satellites surround SCP-5609 at all times, and are programmed to constantly project a selectively antimemetic field around the object to prevent its viewing by civilians. Unmanned research probe SCPS Spearhead has been landed on SCP-5609, and is currently being used to collect its tissue samples and take vital readings. Any changes in the orbital pattern of SCP-5609 are to be monitored, and circumvented via movement of the satellite array. Description: SCP-5609 is a massive (230 km in diameter), bioluminescent, spherical organism, currently in orbit 30,000 km above the earth's surface. SCP-5609 constantly emits yellow light, and upon cursory observation resembles a small moon. Close-up inspection of SCP-5609 has shown it to possess features similar to those of some beetle larvae, such as a small, discolored head with two compound eyes and two short mandibles; two visible legs protruding from underneath its head; and soft, segmented skin. Addendum: Recovered Data The following is a list of data pertaining to SCP-5609, collected by SCPS Spearhead. SCP-5609 moves periodically; however, such motion consists of not much more than momentary twitching of its legs and mandibles. SCP-5609 lacks the ability to steer and propel its body through space. Its orbit is entirely passive. The metabolism of SCP-5609 is hypothesized to be up to 3,000 times slower than that of any terrestrial insect. The presence of spiracles1 on the body of SCP-5609 indicate that it is not biologically suited for survival in a vacuum. A section of skin on the back of SCP-5609 protrudes from the organism, as if being pulled. Addendum: Incident Log On March 22, 2021, SCP-5609 disappeared, along with SCPS Spearhead. The anomaly was reclassified as Neutralized after an extensive search of the area of outer space surrounding Earth found no trace of it. One month later, SCPS Spearhead re-appeared in high Earth orbit and immediately fell through the atmosphere. Despite sustaining heavy damage upon crash-landing, the following audio log remained intact. (Heavy static is audible, but dissipates after 7 seconds. Upon its dissipation, two voices are heard.) Unknown-1: Hoooooo-eeee! Now this one's bound to be a doozy. Unknown-2: Can't believe they bit. Oh, we'll sure be eatin' well tonight! (After a few moments, the voices become louder. The recording distorts slightly as a result.) Unknown-2: Hey, Willie? Uh… you gotta see this. Unknown-1: What the- awwwww, c'mon, not this again. Unknown-2: What is it? Unknown-1: Oh, just another one of those shiny bugs. Toss it back in. Unknown-2: Could I keep it? It looks pretty cool. Unknown-1: (Audibly sighs) You can't eat cool, Amos. Unknown-2: All right, all right, fine. (The sound of rushing air is heard, followed by a loud splash. The voices begin to fade.) Unknown-1: …gotta cast out by the moon next time. I heard tell the folks there're a bunch more gullible. (Static becomes audible. The recording ends.) The area surrounding the moon is currently being monitored for signs of SCP-5609 re-emergence. Footnotes 1. Breathing organs found on terrestrial insects |
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Item #: 5610 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5610 events are to be minimally monitored. Meanwhile, a study of all cultures with a particular focus on shame and facades1 is to be initiated for any relations with SCP-5610. All historical documents related to felines are to be also investigated. Description: SCP-5610 is an anomalous entity that is only observable by individuals with a cognitive resistance value of 5.6 and above. Approximately 56 percent of Japan's population has been found to have an instance of SCP-5610 resting atop of their head. However, no discomfort is felt by the subject these instances are resting on. As a subject's behavior in public becomes more congruent to their behavior in private, the instance of SCP-5610 becomes increasingly detailed. This continues until it produces one of two results: either the instance would vanish, or in approximately six percent of all cases, it transforms into a non-anomalous cat(Felis catus) and jumps off the subject's head. SCP-5610 is prominently featured in haikus; living authors, when questioned, remember it. Notable ones are translated below. It is humankind To put a cat on the head2 To love and hate swords -Oda Nobunaga, 1580 When a child suckles, The cat inside him also does, Partnered on rough paths -Basho, 1672 Are we not all cats On heads of weak, chatting mice Or hardened tigers? -Emiri Takagata, 1923 To the barrack bed, An old cat jumps from my head Meowing with pity -Jou Takamiki, 1944 Bored, Oneko3 sighs, Telling me to cry for him Yet I save face, tears -Deo Takamiki, 1944 Banging the weak wall, From my rotten, though shined crown A cat skitters through -Aiko Torikatsu, 1976 The cat leaves haughty, My thoughts, like leaves on a pond Float in unison -Moeka Horinami, 1980 Reflections of mine A cat claws back from the top I smile sadly now -Haruki Murakami, 1998 Update: Several historical records in Egypt, dating as far back as 3500 B.C. have been noted for indicating manifestations of SCP-5610. Footnotes 1. Such as Japanese honne and tatemae, which revolve around public and private appearances. 2. 猫をかぶる. A popular Japanese idiom. It means to feign a favorable personality. 3. Polite form for cat ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5610" by Sinagsikap, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5610. 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: Cat Seen from Behind Filename: neko.jpg Author: Kawabata Gyokusho License: CC0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5611 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5611 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5611 is to be confined to a cage located in a sound-proof chamber. Personnel assigned to SCP-5611 must be inoculated against rabies. Interactions with it are to be performed through automatic means. Description: SCP-5611 is an adult male Rottweiler (Canis lupus familiaris) whose body exhibits a temporal loop. The head of SCP-5611 violently explodes every 12 minutes as it is accompanied by the sound of a gunshot, however, no bullet is ever observed. It will be deceased for 6 seconds before its body resets, which demanifests all scattered biomass from the surroundings. The fragments of its skull have been observed to burst out at varying high velocities, which can result in possible injury to nearby individuals. The loop does not limit the autonomy of SCP-5611. It is able to perform whatever action it desires before its sudden death. The specimen is also infected with rabies at the late stages of infection. As a result, it is hostile and prone to biting. It has never been observed to advance further into the infection to expire from respiratory arrest, presumably due to the temporal anomaly. However, the virus progresses normally in subjects SCP-5611 infects through bite. Attempts at euthanasia mandated by the Ethics Committee1 (see Addendum 01) revealed that SCP-5611 cannot be permanently killed. Its body continues to perform the temporal loop, which resets the specimen back to life at the beginning of the next cycle. The anomaly has also extended SCP-5611's lifespan beyond that of average dogs for it has not aged since it was contained. It is believed that it will continue to live indefinitely. SCP-5611 was contained on 04/13/1980 after a series of dog attacks were reported from a town in northern Texas. Four individuals were mauled to death, and local law enforcement noted its anomalous properties. Agents arrived to enact containment procedures, and investigate the origin of the anomaly. Interviewing the locals revealed that SCP-5611 originally belonged to ███ █████████. Mr. █████████ was found deceased in the backyard of his home near an unfinished grave pit. His throat was torn apart along with his left calf. Signs of a struggle were present inside the house where a spent side-by-side double-barreled shotgun was found. In Mr. █████████'s right hand, he held onto a dog collar that had the name "Bean" written on it. Witnesses of SCP-5611's anomalous properties were amnesticized. The cover story of a spree killer with a rabid dog was disseminated. Addendum 01: As of now, all personnel assigned to SCP-5611 are to ignore the Ethics Committee's neutralization order. Its suffering is deemed acceptable for containment as long as it does not interfere with it. Besides, we live with worse. Why is an old dog any different? It can handle another few decades. - O5-4 Addendum 02: Dr. Andy Hendrickson requested the use of SCP-5611 as a test subject to research more effective treatments for rabies. Dr. Hendrickson has argued that the results could alleviate SCP-5611's aggressiveness, and benefit Foundation front companies. The proposal is awaiting the approval of the O5 Council, and Ethics Committee. Footnotes 1. See document "E.C. Review Meeting 132-5611" for additional information. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5611" by AsukaOnna, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5611. 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-5612 | safe | close Info X Hecatoncheires Cycle Hub More by this author Geoffrey Watts circa 1813. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of the anomaly, SCP-5612-A does not need containment. The area surrounding SCP-5612-B is to be closed off from civilian access with a regularly patrolled perimeter fence. Foundation agents are to be embedded in the security forces in the region. Any reports concerning the Rabban Hormizd monastery should be catalogued and investigated. Location of SCP-5612-A in Clifton Bay, Nassau, Bahamas. Description: SCP-56121 is a collective designation for two causally related anomalies. The investigation into SCP-5612-A led to the discovery and analysis of SCP-5612-B.2 SCP-5612-A is a small community of homes and businesses colloquially called “Clifton.” SCP-5612-A was originally located on the coast of Clifton Bay on the island of Nassau, Bahamas. SCP-5612-A is currently located eight hundred meters west from its original location, along the ocean floor; fully submerged in the water of Clifton Bay. The condition of the buildings does not match the degradation seen in similar structures exposed to open salt water. SCP-5612-A exudes residual thaumaturgical energy, radiating from its center.3 SCP-5612-A radiates an anti-memetic field stretching outwards roughly fifty meters from the edge of the ruins, erasing knowledge of the anomaly almost instantaneously upon perception.4 SCP-5612-B is a tubular organic structure measuring ten kilometers long and one kilometer in diameter, buried one hundred meters beneath a mountain range in the area of Alqosh, Iraq. Analysis of SCP-5612-B: SCP-5612-B is a bio-organic structure; the tissues of which contain multiple organic compounds, including an array of lipids and protein structures inconsistent with any biology registered within the Foundation's biological database. The organic material of SCP-5612-B’s structure is alive; but functions of many internal components have not yet been determined. Most chambers within SCP-5612-B average a height of fifteen meters. SCP-5612-B’s surface is constructed of material consistent with the structure of coral; upon discovery, SCP-5612-B's surface was sealed airtight and exhibited high resistance to gamma radiation. At the head of SCP-5612-B is a conical chamber containing a structure of soft tissues5 in a shape resembling a chaise lounge. The chaise is situated directly in front of a series of keratin-like panels with various crystalline structures embedded. The chaise is over ten meters long and situated three meters in distance from the panels housing the crystalline structures. When introduced to electrical current the wall of this chamber becomes transparent, without losing any of its structural integrity. When transparent, the view afforded is 360 degrees of the surrounding area outside of the structure. Throughout the central portions of SCP-5612-B there are organic pods6 that are capable of lowering their interior temperatures to negative one hundred and fifty-eight degrees Celsius. The rear of SCP-5612-B’s length consists entirely of complex organic structures that the Department of Astrophysics believes represent machinery that performs the functions of an Alcubierre drive.7 A Foundation archaeologist surveying the wreck of the Asmodeus. Discovery: The anti-memetic aspects of SCP-5612-A ensured that it remained undiscovered for the greater part of two centuries. On 1987-01-21, a Foundation spy satellite was temporarily adjusted to pass over Nassau and noted significant topographical anomalies8 on the ocean floor of Clifton Bay. A small survey team9 was dispatched from a nearby facility to examine the sea floor, but noted no anomalies. Experimentation with memetic enhancement pierced the field around SCP-5612-A. A survey of the area revealed two dozen buildings built in the style common during the colonial period of the eighteenth century. Several hundred skeletal remains were discovered within SCP-5612-A, but none were found to have anomalous effects. Several wrecks of eighteenth-century ships were also found, including the Asmodeus, a triple-decker ship-of-the-line in the British Royal Navy style. The Asmodeus was owned and captained by the privateer Geoffrey Watts, a British national living in Clifton from 1791 to 1815. ► Historical Survey ◄ ►Close File◄ The following is data gleaned from non-Foundation historical databases, and is included for context. Geoffrey Watts was born in 1759, in Yorkshire, England. As the son of a wealthy landowner, his father's wealth and influence allowed a young Mr. Watts membership in several gentleman’s clubs among the social elite. In 1778, Watts fled England without explanation to his family. From 1778 to 1791, Watts’ activities are unknown. Starting in the early 1790s, a small community of British expatriates10 still loyal to the British Crown settled in Clifton Bay. In October 1791, Geoffrey Watts settled in Clifton and secured a Royal Commission from the Governor of Nassau, the substance of which was known only to Watts, the Governor, and King George III. Watts had carte blanche to perform acts of piracy so long as the attacks were on non-English ships and property. Confidentially, Watts and his crew were to act as the illegal enforcement arm of the Colonial government. From 1791 to 1815, Watts performed hundreds of acts of piracy aboard the Asmodeus and amassed a small fortune. According to the Colonial Government’s records, Clifton was destroyed on 1815-09-26 by an earthquake. Given that the population was mostly sailors, freedmen and women, the government cared little to establish factual descriptions of the damage. There is a simple notation in the official records that reads: “Clifton – Scoured from the Island by earthquake.” ►Close File◄ The following is a series of excerpts of Geoffrey Watts’ journal, which was found within the wreckage of the Asmodeus. The journal is remarkably well-preserved given its submersion in salt water for almost two centuries. ► Excerpts from Watts' Journal ◄ ►Close File◄ 3RD of July, 1813 Worse than ever before, I am tortured by the events in York. That man's bright blue shining eyes, the blood splashing across the cobblestones and the smell of human flesh aflame. When the rage had left him, and the men of the Society were torn apart and smoldering, he sat at the side of the wretched thing he called “father.” I hid, deep in the shadows of that crypt, shaking and crying. He knelt there for hours in his mourning, and I waited, so long that I soiled myself in fear and intolerance. I cannot understand how such a man could exist; let alone how he could be related to that thing: it was over thirty feet long and had strange protuberances ending in ten digits and crystal aflame with energy. When he finally stood to leave that abattoir of his own invention, he turned and looked at me. His eyes no longer burned blue, but I could feel his gaze upon me for what felt a century. Eventually he turned from me and walked away. I could barely hear his words as he neared the exit to the crypt, but I am sure it was meant for me to hear. “Do better.” The inherent threat to his words cannot be underestimated, he meant it as a warning, I am sure. Why did he spare me? Was it because I was so young? So afraid? To this day, I frequently wake from dreams replaying these events, having soiled my bed clothes and sure he will be there in my room with me. Thus, my life's work has one measure: if mankind has such an enemy hiding in its midst, I must find its origin. Such a being could annihilate cities in hours, and if he has any weaknesses, his origins must tell me. I have gathered young and vibrant minds, rich with thaumaturgical rituals. But I am as lost as I ever have been, as any evidence of the supernatural I have found is devoid of any evidence of what I seek. 19TH of November, 1813 My hunt continues, and without success. Who was that man? What was he? Somewhere there is a scroll or tome or artifact that will illuminate his mystery to me. Any worldly power or riches I amass can mean nothing, if something like that man can take it away in a moment. Where did he come from? How could he do the things he did? 21ST of February, 1814 Another ritual has failed, perhaps there is no magical solution to my problem. I am getting too old for this hunt, we must find something before some phantom illness or privateer’s musket seals my doom. I have no children; as such, this will be my only legacy. 4TH of November, 1814 Over many cups of rum, a pirate of my acquaintance told me of a gifted youth plying her trade in New Orleans. This witch can see faraway places and details her visions in drawings. She could be useful to me in this quest if I can convince her to join us here. 1ST of May, 1815 Months of begging, cajoling and bribing has finally secured my witch’s dedication to the quest. In the end, it took a risky trip to New Orleans to speak in person. Evangelique Morta (cannot be her Christian name) is a young woman of Creole and French descent with a rare talent, one I had not before heard tell of. She can see the details of other places, based on the description given. And so, we might find our way to the origins of the man who attacked my friends at the Society. 26TH of July, 1815 Failure. Endless failure. Her gifts are true, but I have no firsthand experiences of the answers I seek; thus, Eva cannot simply seek an answer in my mind. There must be some answer, to allow her to see farther afield using my experiences as a guiding light, but I do not have it. 13TH of August, 1815 I often think about that monstrous corpse. I didn’t understand what the Society intended to do; I was so young, just happy to be included. But when the ritual was finished there was a dead thing on the slab straight out of the fires of Hell. Gray flesh shaped like an impossibly large limpet. It must have been thirty feet long with no head to speak of. Ichor the color of cerulean and six tendrils of flesh stretching forth from the form ending in frighteningly human hands with ten fingers a piece. How could that man claim to have been this thing's progeny? What could the Creator have been thinking when He shaped that strange flesh? Where must it have come from? 24TH of September, 1815 Success! Musing on the great beast’s dead figure, I took some of Eva’s pencils and tried to sketch its form from memory. It was this, mixed with my memories of the event, that I asked the witch to use as the basis of her fargazing. Utilizing the ways of her mother’s people and the elements of sympathetic magic, Eva has connected these ideas to the vision of another place. She has drawn an ancient monastery and assures me this structure has some connection to the cadaverous monstrosity. I have discovered this monastery is situated within the boundaries of ancient Persia now part of the Ottoman Empire, and is still in use by the monks of that area. I have begun preparations to outfit the Asmodeus and must be away. We shall depart in a few days’ time and I shall not rest until answers are found to his origins, or the origin of that horrendous cadaver. 26TH of September, 1815 I have lain these writings and drawing within a ritual to preserve their contents for fear of losing my tale. I saw him this very morning! Just before boarding the Asmodeus. Here, in Nassau! He will not stop me from finding his origins, I have my goal. I have a location! He shall not have me! For even now as I write this, we are pushi… The journal entry ends mid-word with a scrawled line of ink stretching erratically to the edge of the parchment. ►Close File◄ Photograph of drawing found within Watts’ journal. The event that relocated the community of Clifton to the bottom of the bay is poorly understood, but it is clear from their condition that the buildings have not been damaged by any seismic activity. Additionally, based on the last entry of Watts' journal, it is likely that this individual had some part to play in the disaster. Based on the contents of Watts’ journal, and the drawing found within, Dr. Matsouka11 started researching monasteries in Iran and Iraq. After extensive review of the databases, the drawing was confirmed to represent Rabban Hormizd monastery. The monastery was moved to a new location nearby in 1858, but the original structure still stood as a tourist attraction and historical monument. Diplomatic Foundation Forces made contact with the Iraqi government in March 1987 and permission was granted for a small expeditionary force to examine the original monastery. The buildings were found to be non-anomalous, but ground penetrating radar revealed the presence of a tubular structure (designated as SCP-5612-B) approximately one hundred meters below the mountains upon which the monastery’s original structure is situated. Given the placement of SCP-5612-B within the stratification of the mountain range, the anomaly has been present for over two billion years.12 Hecatoncheires Cycle << SCP-5512: A Social Contract | SCP-5612: Hamartia | Catching Up >> Footnotes 1. Designation has been adjusted to reflect the connection to SCP-4612. 2. Additionally, the events that led to SCP-5612-A's creation are directly tied to the existence of SCP-5612-B. 3. Given the residual emanations and the fact that the buildings are still standing, it is theorized that the community was physically moved in total, using thaumaturgy. It is theorized that the wrecked ships (including the Asmodeus) were damaged by the movement of the community through them. 4. The effect is such that individuals looking directly at the ruins along the ocean floor do not register their existence. 5. Most closely resembling the texture of a large fungal organism. 6. Over twenty have been found, each over ten meters in length. 7. Theoretical engine allowing for the warping of real space to allow for faster-than-light travel. The scientific community is currently of the opinion that such a device cannot function in the way Alcubierre theorized. 8. Resembling manmade structures. 9. Made up of Foundation archaeologists and geologists. 10. Mostly pirates, sailors and tradesmen. 11. Foundation historian and archival specialist. 12. Coinciding with the Great Oxidation Event. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5612" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5612. 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: Watts Author: Carl Christian Vogel von Vogelstein License: Public Domain Source Link: Watts Filename: Clifton Name: (if different from filename) Author: Openstreetmap.org License: https://www.openstreetmap.org/copyright (CC BY-SA 2.0) Source Link: Clifton (zoomed in on the island of Nassau, Clifton Bay) Additional Notes: Took a screen grab and this edited it to reflect the location marker. 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SCP-5613 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5613 Level 3/5613 Classified The border of Containment Site-5613, near the SCP-5613-C filtration system. Special Containment Procedures: All aspects of SCP-5613 are to be contained in situ within Containment Site-5613 and regularly patrolled for intruders. Any non-Foundation personnel who approach are to be dissuaded through Standard Cover Story 25-Tsevaoth (Military Drill). If they continue, they are to be taken offsite, questioned regarding SCP-5613, and amnesticized. Personnel are not to be questioned onsite. On the grounds of Containment Site-5613 it is forbidden to engage in any form of spoken argument. Theoretical debates, for instance, debates as to the nature of SCP-5613, are to be conducted solely using an online server Following the Akhnai Event of Post-Containment Incident B, all debate or discussion, written or spoken, is forbidden on the grounds of Containment Site-5613. An offsite location has been installed for any and all theoretical debates, and staff are forbidden from engaging in any conversation excluding objective note-taking and containment-related orders. SCP-5613-A is to be regularly monitored for erosion damage. If an Akhnai Event occurs, the Containment Site-5613 Assistant Director is to shake his or her fist in its direction and recite Ritual Phrases 5613-A #1—3 in Tiberian Hebrew, Western Aramaic, and Koine Greek respectively. Show Ritual Phrases 5613-A #1—3 Hide Ritual Phrases 5613-A #1—3 RP-5613-A # Language Text Transcription 1 Tiberian Hebrew מַה טִּיבְכֶם Mah ṭivkhem?1 2 Western Aramaic לְמָא סְלֵיקְתּוּן לְוָתַנָא Lᵊma sᵊleiqtun lᵊwathāna?2 3 Koine Greek μὴ συγκοινωνεῖτε Mḗ synkoinōneite!3 SCP-5613-B is to be pruned, watered and harvested as appropriate for a non-anomalous Ceratonia siliqua tree of its size. Its fruits are non-anomalous and staff are permitted to consume them for personal use. If an Akhnai Event occurs, containment staff are to immediately ensure that its new location is surrounded by Containment Site-5613 land for more than more that 200 meters in any direction. A filtration system is to be installed just past the western end of SCP-5613-C to catch and dispose of any dead free-swimming complex organisms. As per the Haifa Accords of 1962 the Israeli government is to tacitly increase the liquid sewage flow into the Wadi Sorek, so as to make it inhospitable for free-swimming complex organisms. Swimming in SCP-5613-C is expressly forbidden.4 When an Akhnai Event occurs, holders of the minority opinion are to be immediately removed from the grounds of Containment Site-5613, and staff members are to follow Procedure 5613-Yovel in its entirety. Show Procedure 5613-Yovel Hide Procedure 5613-Yovel Procedure 5613-Yovel STEP 1: Three shofarot5 are to be blown one hundred times each. STEP 2: Physical copies of all research done by majority are to be burned in a large onsite bonfire. STEP 3: All holders of the majority opinion are to place the ash of the bonfire on their head. STEP 4: All holders of the majority opinion are to cut off any contact with holders of the minority opinion, and are to remain at a distance of at least 2 meters away from holders of the minority opinion at all times for the next eleven months. STEP 5: After eleven months have passed, social connections with holders of the minority opinion may be re-established, although holders of the minority opinion are forbidden from being assigned to SCP-5613 again. Description: SCP-5613 is the collective term used for a series of three related anomalies found in a field just north of Yavneh in the Central District of Israel. SCP-5613-A SCP-5613-B SCP-5613-C A close-up of the texture of SCP-5613-A SCP-5613-A is an unhewn, unmortared stone wall approximately 45 meters in length, 20 centimeters in width, and 3.5 meters in height. SCP-5613-A is, as of 29-9-2019, tilted at a 43° angle. This is substantially greater than the critical angle of repose for unmortared stones, yet SCP-5613-A holds its form without collapsing. During Akhnai Events, SCP-5613-A steadily increases its tilt until an assistant director or equivalent position of authority recites RP-5613-A #1—3 in Tiberian Hebrew, Western Aramaic, and Koine Greek. SCP-5613-B in its former location, prior to the most recent Akhnai Event. SCP-5613-B is a carob or locust tree Ceratonia siliqua, 13.5 meters in height, of a genetic variety commonly found in the southern Levant. Its flowering and fruiting seasons are standard and its produce is unanomalous. Notably, it has not been shown to age or grow any larger since testing began, and although genetic-drift testing testing suggests it is approximately 2000 years old (approximately 1000 years older than the oldest known carob tree), its size would suggest it is only approximately 150 years old. At the onset of an Akhnai Event, SCP-5613-B disappears from its location, and at its conclusion it reappears anywhere between 40 and 200 meters's distance from its previous location. SCP-5613-B's former location has consistently shown signs of a minor cave-in consistent with a substantial quantity of root matter disappearing, but its new location has never shown any sign of rupture or breach, and soil analysis has shown no movement of soil from one location to another. A small section of SCP-5613-C. SCP-5613-C is an approximately 50-meter stretch of the Wadi Sorek, an intermittent stream that flows through central Israel. This stretch "flows backwards" from the rest of the wadi — whereas most of the Wadi Sorek flows downstream from east to west, water within SCP-5613-C flows from west to east. Any loose debris that enter SCP-5613-C from the upstream end will be instantly teleported inside the western end of SCP-5613-C, and any loose debris that exit SCP-5613-C downstream will instantly be instantly teleported outside the western end of SCP-5613-C. Free-swimming complex organisms appear to be unable to survive the passage through SCP-5613-C, and their corpses are deposited outside the western end. The effect of SCP-5613-C only applies to that which is in contact with the water of the wadi itself, and those on its banks or suspended above it are immune to its effects. Unlike SCP-5613-A and SCP-5613-B, SCP-5613-C goes through no changes during Akhnai Events. It is grouped alongside them because of geographical proximity and certain historical factors. Akhnai Events are triggered on certain occasions when a debate occurs in the region demarcated by Containment Site-5613. Requirements for an Akhnai Event occurence include: that the debate features a majority opinion and a minority opinion that holders of the minority opinion believe themselves to be "put upon" or "targeted" by the majority that holders of the majority opinion consider appeal to authority to be a logical fallacy that the debate has an objectively correct answer6 the debate grows heated7 Alongside the previously listed effects of an Akhnai Event, the triggering debate will continue and increase in vitriol until every holder of the minority opinion is removed from the site. Attempted mediators will without exception be drawn into the debate, in all recorded cases joining the side of the majority opinion. When an Akhnai Event lasts longer than three solar hours8, the likelihood of violence increases dramatically, as holders of the minority opinion sometimes develop anomalous abilities. This stage is to be avoided at all costs. Discovery: SCP-5613 was first contained in 1863 by the Sihirlerin Taburi9. After the First World War, the Sihirlerin Taburi was disbanded and all of its holdings in the Mandate of Palestine came under the auspices of Her Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal (HMFSCP), which was incorporated in its entirety into the modern Foundation. The records of the Sihirlerin Taburi were largely lost during the turmoil of World War I, so it is unclear how they first came across SCP-5613, but it is known to have existed substantially longer than than according to ancient records (see Historical Incidents A and B). Incidents: Historical Incident A Historical Incident B Post-Containment Incident A Post-Containment Incident B Incident Date: Approx. 12th century BCE Incident Description: This incident is the earliest known Akhnai Event, found in only one record. According to the account10, a local Danite warrior by the name of Shimshon fell in love with a woman by the name of Delilah in the Wadi Sorek region, and the woman betrayed him to the Philistine officials in the region. The Philistines then proceeded to mock and abuse Shimshon for hours, up to the point where he grew enraged, acquired anomalous strength, and singlehandedly destroyed their place of worship. Conclusions: Little can be concluded from this incident due to the lack of direct sources, but it does demonstrate that SCP-5613 long predates what was previously thought to be its origin. Incident Date: Approx. 100 CE Incident Description: Until relatively recently it was assumed that this incident was related to the origin of SCP-5613. It is told in the most detail and is the most important source for the Foundation's containment procedures. According to the account found in the Babylonian Talmud tractate Bava Metzia 59b, Rabbi Eliezer engaged in a debate with the majority of the Sanhedrin11 about the ritual purity of a certain type of layered oven. Even when overruled, Rabbi Eliezer refused to admit defeat, claiming his opinion to be the correct one. According to legend, he called upon the carob tree to jump, the river to flow backwards, the walls of the study hall to collapse, and the voice of God himself to come down from heaven, but the Sanhedrin accepted none of his miracles as evidence. Rabbi Eliezer was then excommunicated, and remained separated from the Sanhedrin until the death of Rabban Gamliel. Conclusions: The parallels to SCP-5613 are beyond coincidence. Many of the Foundation's containment procedures are directly derived from here. RP-5613-A #1 was derived from Rabbi Yehoshua's reaction to the collapsing walls of the study hall, and Procedure 5613-Yovel was derived from rabbinic rites of excommunication. Even so, this telling of the story was likely exaggerated over the years, and Historical Incident-A shows that the incident of the oven was not the first Akhnai Event. Incident Date: 16-5-1977 Incident Description: During the run-up to the 1977 ████████, a political argument broke out between Senior Researcher Menachem Levin and Junior Researcher Yosef Shriki. An Akhnai Event was triggered and Senior Researcher Levin was transfered to another project and Procedure 5613-Yovel was performed. Conclusions: Prior to Post-Containment Incident A it was thought that Akhnai Events could only be triggered by debates with an objectively correct answer as opposed to value judgements, matters of taste, or competing desires. Incident Date: 3-7-2014 Incident Description: Junior Researcher Shai Harkabi, assigned to SCP-5613-A, and Research Assistant Yusuf bin Sa‘id, assigned to SCP-5613-C, became engaged in an online argument in response to the ██████████ ██ █████ █████████ on 12 June 2014. Their argument thread grew to over eight hundred replies until an Akhnai Event was triggered. Since the argument was silent, it took over four hours to determine the holders of the minority and majority opinions, by which point Research Assistant bin Sa‘id's cell phone had increased in temperature to over seven hundred degrees Celsius. This led Research Assistant bin Sa‘id to be identified as the holder of the minority opinion, upon which he was transferred to another project and Procedure 5613-Yovel was performed. Conclusions: Since the holders of minority and majority opinions instances were assigned to different areas, bin Sa‘id's anomalous ability was directed at his phone instead of at Harkabi. The current policy forbidding any and all debate, written or spoken, on the grounds of Containment Site-5613 was put in place in response to this incident. + Open Note from Site Director Leib — 3-5613 EYES ONLY - Note opened. Your access has been logged. Welcome to the valley. When I was young, my parents sent me to yeshiva for a month. My father was a Soviet refugee, and my mother was a daughter of Auschwitz survivors. Both were avowed atheists. But when I was young, my parents sent me to yeshiva for a month. My father once told me that any god who let the Shoah happen was either dead or not worth worshiping. But when I was young, my parents sent me to yeshiva for a month. I used to wonder why they did that. What could they possibly have wanted me to see there? What could I get there that I couldn’t get at Herzliya Gymnasium? I sat there for a month, watching people as alien to me as I would be to the King of Jordan debate the meaning of obscure Aramaic clauses, slowly stewing in my own anger and confusion. I was an outsider there. My parents were proud Jews. Yes, as I said before, they were avowed atheists. They were also proud Jews. Americans don’t seem to understand this, but the divisions you make between religion, culture, heritage, ethnicity? They’re all narishkeit. You have one identity — multifaceted but singular nonetheless. And that’s how I realized what my parents wanted me to learn from yeshiva students. All of the students at Yeshivat Beit Yeshurun agreed about that. Yet just what divine truth was, ah, that was a different question. I would see these kids — kids I, in my self-righteous ḥiloni way, had assumed thought the same, acted the same, just as they dressed the same — argue passionately, confidently, and loudly about their area of study. But what amazed me most of all was that when the session was over, they would line up and pray the afternoon service together. The debates in the study hall remained in the study hall — even ardent opposition would be left behind in pursuit of unity. Traditional Jewish practice says that God is the utmost unity, the utmost truth. There is no unity like Divine unity, no truth like Divine truth. But Divine truth is not unity. No, on the contrary, it is as multifaceted a thing there is. As the old expression goes, “the Torah has seventy faces.” Science as a philosophical field is founded on the idea of finding the capital-T Truth, the one correct fact from a muddle of guesswork and disagreement. The Foundation certainly works that way — we argue to determine the truth, and wholeheartedly believe that we will stop arguing when we determine the truth. But that’s not how people act, and I’m frankly not so sure if it’s even what we should aspire to. This valley is a place where arguments lead to fights, and fights lead to deaths. So what? That happens everywhere — in abusive homes, online, at high schools, in war zones. What’s different here is just the visibility of it. What we have to remember, what this tilting wall, this hopping tree, remind us, is that we are struggling for the same goal. We have to remember that we are struggling for the same goal. May the One who brings peace on high bring peace upon us as well. I’ll see you Sunday. —Director Aharon Leib Footnotes 1. lit: What is your nature? 2. lit: Why do you rise against us? 3. lit: Do not involve yourselves! 4. "It's 70% sewage, so who would want to swim in it anyway?" –Junior Researcher Harkabi. 5. A shofar (plural: shofarot) is a hollowed-out ram's horn used in Jewish ritual practice. In modern Jewish practice it is strictly used to announce the onset of the new year, but in ancient Judean culture it was used as an all-purpose alarm. 6. See Post-Containment Incident A 7. SCP-5613's definition of "heated" is unclear. 8. A solar hour is defined as one twelfth of the time between sunrise and sunset. Thus, in summer a solar hour is substantially longer than in winter. 9. literally: the Battalion of Magics. The Sihirlerin Taburi was the official paranormal agency of the late Ottoman Empire, founded by Sultan Mahmud II in 1828. 10. which can be found in ██████ 16 11. The highest court of rabbinic authority, at the time centered in Yavneh and headed by Rabban Gamliel the Younger, along with his second-in-command Rabbi Yehoshua ben Ḥananiah. |
SCP-5614 | euclid | SCP-5614 By: Aftokrator Published on 17 Mar 2022 20:30 close Info X SCP-5614: [ACCESS DENIED] Team Xenophania's fifth entry in DEPARTMENT-CON 2022. Written by Aftokrator More by this author SCP-5614 ITEM #: SCP-5614 OBJECT CLASS: Euclid SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-5614 is currently contained in a standard containment chamber at Station Delta. Personnel are encouraged to interact with SCP-5614 in order to increase the possibility of the creation of an SCP-5614-A instance. DESCRIPTION: SCP-5614 is a large marble carving of indeterminate age and endemicity1 resembling the Bocca della Verità located in Rome, Italy. All attempts to identify its reality of origin thus far have failed. Markings in an extraversal variant of Greek are present on the back of the carving, roughly translating as "Only For the Worthy", "Containment Continues in Sempiternity", and "Secure, Contain, Protect", suggesting its origins as an anomalous item previously contained or used by an extinct Foundation analogue. SCP-5614 possesses interdimensional transport capabilities, displacing individuals who place their hand into its mouth by poorly understood mechanisms. However, it is only known to exercise them on specific individuals, hereafter designated as SCP-5614-A, of which only 1 instance has existed thus far. The criteria for selection by SCP-5614 is unknown, as is what is considered to be "the Worthy". Efforts to create more instances of SCP-5614-A by introducing D-Class personnel to SCP-5614 are ongoing. Addendum 5614-001 DATE: 27/11/2020 SUBJECT: SCP-5614-A, formerly D-153841 «BEGIN LOG» DEHTYAROV: SCP-5614-A, please describe what happened after you were displaced by SCP-5614. SCP-5614-A: Wait— Why am I receiving an SCP designation? I swear, I'm not anomalous or anything I— I understand you guys wanting to interview me about the whole thing but is the -A really necessary? DEHTYAROV: As of now, you are the only known individual to have been displaced by SCP-5614, and as such you've been assigned your current designation. Now, please answer the question, SCP-5614-A. SCP-5614-A: [Unintelligible grumbling.] I landed in a field. Twilight hours, I think. Cool, but not cold. I found a note in one of my pockets — wasn't there before, mind you — that told me to collect 3 rock chickens. I was confused until I saw a few of them in the distance, and then I— DEHTYAROV: Sorry— Rock chickens? SCP-5614-A: Chickens that look like they're made of rock. Because obviously that's what you'd call a rock chicken. DEHTYAROV: Hmm. Continue. SCP-5614-A: Anyway, I managed to grab 3 of them before realizing I was on someone's farm, stealing their chickens. Now I was getting chased by rock people, who were understandably quite pissed at me, before I ended up back here. DEHTYAROV: I presume that these 'rock chickens' did not accompany you back here? SCP-5614-A: Yeah no, I'm not entirely sure where they went. Instead I found this pouch in my pocket here… [SCP-5614-A produces a small leather pouch from one of his pockets and places it on the table, producing a clinking noise in the process.] SCP-5614-A: …and I have no idea what is inside it. I'm not very confident that whatever's inside won't fuck me up somehow. Like radioactive waste, or something. DEHTYAROV: Very well. We'll have some analysis done on it later. «END LOG» AFTERWORD: 5 pure gold coins were found inside the pouch following remote inspection, which has since been surrendered to the Department of Extraversal Affairs. As part of efforts to study the destination realities of SCP-5614 displacement events, SCP-5614-A was equipped with several interdimensional tracking devices and beacons, both handheld and surgically implanted, before an SCP-5614 displacement event. Test ID: 5614-A-002 Reality of Destination: U-Soria-Ⱌጪ੨Ờᡓɓ Landed on a beach, probably somewhere tropical. The beacons they made me hold disappeared, but I could still feel the one they embedded in my arm. Much nicer than the first place, I haven't been to the seaside in so long. Tide was going out gradually, revealing a bunch of seaweed and shellfish that didn't tag along. Oh, there were also a bunch of shoes half-buried in the sand. Not sure what they were doing all the way out here, but I was there to pick up starfish, not ask questions. — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Collect 5 starfish. Compensation Awarded: 15 gold coins Additional Notes: N/A Following these tests, it was confirmed that the realities of destination of SCP-5614 displacement events are universally capable of supporting baseline humans and typically inhabited by native life forms. Attempts to access these realities using current paratechnology have been unsuccessful due to their inordinately high degrees of variance. Additionally, no prior documentation exists for any of these realities, establishing SCP-5614's viability as a reality survey tool. In addition to the above, it was also confirmed that SCP-5614-A receives compensation, typically in the form of gold coins, for the completion of certain tasks while displaced. Hence, regular testing has since been authorized as a means to survey distant realities and further finance the Department of Extraversal Affairs. Test ID: 5614-A-011 Reality of Destination: U-Alexandria-℺ⴛ⏁ᘇᓔሱ Ran into a bookshelf in a burning library. Didn't really register anything else due to my destination being on fire, so you'll forgive me for not having much more to say about my surroundings at the time. Can I go get my burns treated now? — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Save 10 books. Compensation Awarded: 50 gold coins, the ability to store items in a dimensional subspace, 1 grimoire containing an unknown number of kinetoglyph techniques2 Additional Notes: SCP-5614-A is now capable of performing kinetoglyphs with limited success and capacity despite previously having no aptitude for thaumaturgy. Test ID: 5614-A-017 Reality of Destination: U-Rondeau-ᚴ⊑ೱŦϊ͙ਮ Arrived in an open field of purple grass, clear blue skies, and snowy mountains. No humanoids this time though. Saw a few orange blobs about the size of a car within the vicinity, managed to cut them down to size using the, uh, kineto-clips? Kinetoglyphs, OK, got it. No, I didn't really feel different while in contact with the blobs, why do you ask? — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Pacify 10 slimes. Compensation Awarded: 100 gold coins, 1 pouch containing 10 smaller instances of the slimes encountered Additional Notes: All slimes received anomalous item designation and have been contained accordingly. Test ID: 5614-A-021 Reality of Destination: U-Alduin-ෆֆఠڲ१ॊਐ I landed in a town reminiscent of something you'd find in northern Scandinavia; mountains, forests, depressingly grey skies and all that stuff. The local thaumaturge militia had been taken out by a dragon, so they had me deal with it instead. Hands down the best thing I've done for a 5614 test so far. — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Down the dragon. Compensation Awarded: 200 gold coins, knowledge of a cognitohazardous incantation that exclusively affects draconian entities, 1 helmet imbued with sonic amplification sigils Additional Notes: Following this displacement event, numerous personnel have mistakenly referred to SCP-5614-A as "Dragonslayer" both verbally and in documentation. Potential memetic influence is currently under investigation. Addendum 5614-002 DATE: 27/12/2020 SUBJECT: Dragonslayer SCP-5614-A, formerly D-153841 «BEGIN LOG» DEHTYAROV: It's been 1 month since we've started testing. How are you doing, SCP-5614-A? SCP-5614-A: I'll be honest, it's been crazy. In the beginning it was pretty random— pick some mushrooms here and then fight slimes over there. And now I'm a sorcerer, apparently. It's quite a bit of fun, really. Tiring, but fun. DEHTYAROV: I think you'll find the correct terminology to be "thaumaturge". SCP-5614-A: Yeah, but Thaumaturge Supreme doesn't have the same ring to it, you know? [Chuckles.] [Dr. Dehtyarov assumes a blank expression and remains silent.] SCP-5614-A: Thaumaturge Supreme? As in like, Doctor Strange, Sorcerer Supre— DEHTYAROV: I understand that you have gained the ability to open a dimensional subspace as a result of the tests, which you used to store materials and items such that they are accessible in both the Prime Universe and any destination reality. Am I correct? SCP-5614-A: Uh, yeah. What about it? DEHTYAROV: And you can store objects from the Prime Universe in the subspace as well, correct? SCP-5614-A: Err, I haven't really tried but I guess so? DEHTYAROV: Very good. We have something we'd like to test out. «END LOG» A proposal to provide SCP-5614-A with baseline firearms and grenades submitted by Dr. Tanya Dehtyarov as a method to increase task completion efficiency in tasks that call for combat. The proposal was accepted and implemented shortly after, with SCP-5614-A's dimensional subspace being stocked with the requisitioned materiel. SCP-5614-A was also instructed to store any items perceived to be anomalous or of value within his dimensional subspace during the duration of a task. Test ID: 5614-A-023 Reality of Destination: U-Helm-環৻ijᡘኳตඩ Landed in this large fortress beside a wall running across a deep valley, which was already under attack by the time I showed up. I talked a bit with the occupants of the fortress and learned that my current location was called Wall Aglarond, and was apparently the last barrier protecting the human kingdoms from "Redwolves". I was misidentified as a fresh conscript, had a crossbow dropped into my hands before being directed towards a vantage point. You could see most of Wall Aglarond from there. It was also the perfect place to snipe those Redwolves and toss those grenades from. — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Defend the Wall until sunrise. Compensation Awarded: 1000 gold coins, visual acuity of 20/6.6, 1 unused bolt-action rifle, 1 self-refilling ammunition box containing an assortment of cartridges3 Additional Notes: N/A Test ID: 5614-A-037 Reality of Destination: U-Bastille-ተᙙݷᐫፒḡ I ended up in the streets of a city that had an 1600s aesthetic to it and native inhabitants to speak with, even if I did get a few strange looks. The city was called New Tartessus, the capital of the Kingdom of the Hesperides, which was clearly facing some financial crisis that left most of the people I saw starving and homeless on the streets. Reforms meant to mitigate the crisis had been shot down by a certain King Jebediah II, the despotic advocate of an aristocracy that refuses to grant concessions to the common folk. Understandably, he wasn't very popular with the average citizen nor my rifle. I should've requested for a video camera, because that shot was clean as hell. — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Resolve the kingdom's economic crisis. Compensation Awarded: 500 gold coins, 1 unused broadsword inlaid with multiple gemstones, the head of King Jebediah II Additional Notes: King Jebediah II bears an overwhelming resemblance to American politician John Ellis Bush in appearance despite the native sapient population being of porcine descent. Test ID: 5614-A-040 Reality of Destination: U-Ymir-ԭሦภ୳ᒌፃ I had to fight man-eating giants for this one. Those giants kept human cities within massive walls to prevent escape and just, hopped in whenever they felt peckish. The guns didn't really do much, but the RPG was a godsend. Man, that really was a fucked up reality. — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Eliminate the Root of Evil. Compensation Awarded: 2000 gold coins, 2 self-regenerating steel-chromium alloy swords, 1 large anomalous entity resembling a translucent Hallucigenia fortis Additional Notes: SCP designation pending for recovered anomalous entity. Addendum 5614-003 DATE: 18/02/2021 SUBJECT: SCP-5614-A, formerly D-153841 «BEGIN LOG» SCP-5614-A: Something's changed about the tests. It's started to feel a bit different. DEHTYAROV: How so? We haven't altered testing parameters since you got your subspace. SCP-5614-A: Previously, it was just "bang!" and I'd end up in whatever reality 5614 decided to send me to. I didn't really think much of it at the time, but now that I have… I think I might be able to exercise some control over what I end up doing? DEHTYAROV: I presume you've already done so for a recent test? SCP-5614-A: Yeah, actually. I had that one test with the dragon on my mind before I got displaced, and whaddaya know? I ended up fighting another dragon! DEHTYAROV: What was the test ID for that one? SCP-5614-A: Dash 42, if I remember correctly. DEHTYAROV: [Flips through a clipboard.] Interesting. That was the ID of the test with a repeat reality. What about the compensation of the tasks? Do you think you can manipulate the number of coins awarded? SCP-5614-A: I mean, I'm sure I'd be able to. The ones that pay more are always harder, though. DEHTYAROV: That's why we give you equipment and firearms to bring along on your tasks. This could be a very important development, SCP-5614-A. SCP-5614-A: No, I meant "harder" as in "I have to walk several kilometers in a torrential rainstorm to deliver this package and I'm being hunted by raptors the entire time" hard. Not every problem can be solved with bigger guns. DEHTYAROV: Well, if you wanted an exosuit you should've just told us. With everything you've been bringing back, something like an exclusion harness hardly puts a dent in the budget. «END LOG» Test ID: 5614-A-083 Reality of Destination: U-Bullwhip-⨖ↂᕴऋ⊛ế Landed in a jungle, right in front of this ancient-looking stone structure. Figured that whatever I was looking for was inside the structure, so I headed in and almost got killed by booby-traps. Shame about those scratches on my exosuit. Eventually I found the armor I was looking for — within a burial chamber. Let me tell you, it is not easy to undress a corpse, especially one with this many arms. — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Collect 1 set of armor. Compensation Awarded: 50,000 gold coins, 1 jade burial suit Additional Notes: Task identified as the highest-paying instance recorded. SCP-5614-A has been ordered to repeat this task in future tests. Test ID: 5614-A-139 Reality of Destination: U-Bullwhip-⨖ↂᕴऋ⊛ế I don't know why I still do these logs anymore. They were there again. Reduced to greenhorns after I dealt with their experienced warriors in previous tests. They didn't wear their armor like they did before. Too big for them. You could plainly see that they weren't rival tomb raiders. These were their tombs. — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Collect 1 set of armor. Compensation Awarded: 50,000 gold coins, 1 jade burial suit Additional Notes: N/A Test ID: 5614-A-140 Reality of Destination: U-Auf-ỐφܠՌϣƿ No. — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Eliminate the Imposters. Compensation Awarded: 100,000 gold coins Additional Notes: Upon SCP-5614-A's return, he barricaded himself within his cell for 26 hours, surrendering only after the water supply to his room was cut off. DATE: 25/10/2023 SUBJECT: SCP-5614-A, formerly D-153841 «BEGIN LOG» DEHTYAROV: We still need a statement from you for test dash 140, SCP-5614-A. [SCP-5614-A remains unresponsive. Compound ISQ-0404 is discreetly applied to SCP-5614-A via subdermal autoinjector.] DEHTYAROV: SCP-5614-A? SCP-5614-A: It was a human village. It was night. It was somewhere else. DEHTYAROV: Very good. What was your task? SCP-5614-A: It was the elimination of the Imposters. It did not work with guns. It required decapitation. DEHTYAROV: Could you elaborate on what these "Imposters" were? SCP-5614-A: It was not known to me in the beginning. It was learnt from the locals. It was the cause of the Redwolf crisis. DEHTYAROV: Redwolf? Is this perhaps related to the Redwolves you previously encounte— SCP-5614-A: It was indistinguishable. It was so deceiving. It deceived me so. [SCP-5614-A begins shedding tears, but otherwise remains emotionless.] SCP-5614-A: It was hidden amongst the children. It eluded me until the very last cot. It was impossible to know. [Effects of ISQ-040 subside. SCP-5614-A collapses in his seat.] SCP-5614-A: It- [Sobs.] It was impossible to k-know… DEHTYAROV: Thank you for your cooperation, SCP-5614-A. Get some rest, we'll be resuming testing in the morning. «END LOG» AFTERWORD: SCP-5614-A initially refused to cooperate with personnel to carry out its 141st test with SCP-5614, and had to forcibly brought before the latter to induce a displacement event. SCP-5614-A has yet to return from this test, breaking the previous record for the longest time taken to complete a task at 3 years and counting. Addendum 5614-004 Following extensive investigations with extraversal Foundation counterparts, it has been confirmed that SCP-5614-A has defected to GoI Ev-5614 (Drifters), a group formed of former SCP-5614-A instances from other realities that have also defected from their respective Foundations. Due to the absence of a suitable replacement, the retrieval of SCP-5614-A is of utmost priority after the stabilization of the budget of the Department of Extraversal Affairs. During a routine reality survey mission, the frequency belonging to the interversal beacon embedded in SCP-5614-A's calve was detected, prompting the deployment of an extraction team to the beacon's location. Unfortunately, the extraction team was unable to locate neither SCP-5614-A nor members of GoI Ev-5614, instead recovering a leather pouch containing the following items: All 5 subdermal interversal beacons embedded within SCP-5614-A 200 gold coins 1 tooth belonging to a draconian entity ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5614" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5614. 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: statue.png Name: Mouth of Truth.png Author: [https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/User:Kalki] License: CC0 1.0 Source: [https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mouth_of_Truth.png] Footnotes 1. Term used to describe organisms or items native to a given reality. 2. Grimoire was confiscated multiple times, but has repeatedly disappeared from storage and reappeared within SCP-5614-A's dimensional subspace. 3. All cartridges produced by the ammunition box are incompatible with baseline firearms, restricting its use as a source of ammunition for other Foundation personnel during SCP-5614-A's downtime. 4. Psychoactive compound that induces lucidity and increase compliance, primarily used in interrogations. |
SCP-5615 | euclid | This story contains indirect mentions of homophobia. Item #: SCP-5615 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5615-1 and -2 as a whole are compliant in their containment, and as such, extensive procedures are currently unnecessary. Procedures have been set in place in the event that SCP-5615-1 or SCP-5615-2 breaches containment, whether willingly or not. If an SCP-5615 instance is revealed to the World of Warcraft community as a whole, a small disinformation campaign will be enacted, indicating that SCP-5615 instances are "smart NPCs" created by Activision Blizzard, Inc. using new technology. SCP-5615-1 and SCP-5615-2 are currently contained within a small house located within the Eastern Plaguelands zone. By order of the Ethics Committee, SCP-5615 instances are allowed to explore the open world for two hours at a time, once a week. SCP-5615 instances are instructed to behave like non-anomalous NPCs in the presence of other players. During this time, SCP-5615 instances are not allowed near popular quest giver hubs, nor major capital cities. Amnestics are to be administered to witnesses as per standard protocol. Foundation assets within Activision Blizzard, Inc. will assist SCP-5615-1 and -2 in concealing its presence to other Activision Blizzard, Inc. employees and dataminers. Information regarding the inner workings of Activision Blizzard and its work ethic can be found within attached file 000-03T. Description: SCP-5615 is the designation for sapient informational-based entities found within the popular MMORPG (Multi-Player Online Roleplaying Game) World of Warcraft, initially developed by Blizzard Entertainment, currently being developed by Activision Blizzard, Inc. SCP-5615 instances take the form of NPCs (Non-Playable Characters) that are both capable of speaking and interacting with playable characters1, as well as limited manipulation of the game's files and data. SCP-5615 instances are aware that they are within a game and there are humans controlling the playable characters, but are not able to actively sense humans or the real world. The only known SCP-5615 instances that are known to exist are SCP-5615-1 and SCP-5615-2. Both entities take the form of Human males, found within the US-based server titled "Hellscream." SCP-5615-1 goes by the name Johnny Goodall, while SCP-5615-2 goes by the name Aiden Goodall. Each entity is rarely seen without the other, and will always travel together if forced to relocate. Addendum: SCP-5615-1 and -2 were discovered on December 17th, 2013, during World of Warcraft's fourth expansion pack titled Mists of Pandaria. However, SCP-5615-2 claims that they have existed since the game's initial launch back in 2004. SCP-5615-1 and -2 were discovered during a routine scan of the integrity of the game's files by Foundation staff as part of a project in detecting anomalies within popular multiplayer games. Initially, SCP-5615-1 and -2's movements were forcefully restricted until proper containment could be established, before SCP-5615-2 announced its desire to stay concealed. Using a player character controlled by Dr. Heisman, an interview was conducted with both entities. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-5615-1 and -2 are discovered within a small cave in the East side of a zone called "Duskwood", a forest that is infamous for its dark atmosphere. Both entities are standing over the corpse of a spider monster they had killed shortly prior. Dr. Heisman is stationed outside of the cave, using a stealth ability. SCP-5615-1: Yeesh. Even though it doesn't hurt, still a pain in the ass to kill shit. Can we even die? Or are we just worrying for nothing? SCP-5615-2: I haven't been alive for long enough to want to test that. My educated guess is "maybe", only because other NPCs come back after a while. SCP-5615-1: Well, my problem is we're not really normal NPCs… Dr. Heisman: Excuse me, Mr. and Mr. Goodall. Both entities turn towards Dr. Heisman. SCP-5615-2: Fuckin hell… SCP-5615-2 attempts to manipulate the games data to remove Heisman from the area by teleporting them to a nearby graveyard. Heisman instantly teleports their character back to the cave using an administrator console. Dr. Heisman: I'm super sorry for intruding. I just wanted to ask you two a couple of questions. Silence SCP-5615-2: Do you know this guy? SCP-5615-1: No, he's a player, he ain't one of us. Right, jeez, thought this day would come. Before you go and tell everybody and get us rooted out and, well, patched out and all, could you at least put in a good word for me? Dr. Heisman: Don't worry, don't worry, lips are sealed. Not to beat around the bush, and I don't want this to sound creepy, but I've noticed that you two are… different from other NPCs, in the past. My main observation is that you two are, to be blunt, hiding yourselves from players. And are, you know, intelligent. Silence SCP-5615-2: May I speak to my, uh, friend here for a second. Dr. Heisman: Absolutely. Both entities retreat deeper into the cave. SCP-5615-2: Johnny, I don't think we have a choice. If he's malicious, we're fucked no matter the answer we give him. But there's a chance he's telling the truth and won't out us to the internet or whatever. SCP-5615-1: If we leave right now, what proof does he have? SCP-5615-2: He could take a screenshot of our conversation, he can easily access that kinda information. SCP-5615-1: People'll think it's fake. SCP-5615-2: He could livestream it. Silence SCP-5615-1: What if he's livestreaming now… SCP-5615-2: Well, then we're just fucked. SCP-5615-1: Just? No we did that like a week ago. Silence SCP-5615-2: You're lucky that I like you. SCP-5615-1 laughs. Both entities return to Heisman's character SCP-5615-2: Okay, we'll bite. Dr. Heisman: Great! This will take no time at all, so bare with me here. Like I said, I only have a couple of questions for you two. SCP-5615-1: Am I applying for a job or something? SCP-5615-2: Ahem. SCP-5615-1: I know, I know, don't be ornery. Dr. Heisman: The main thing I wish to know before we move forward: what specifically are you hiding? Silence SCP-5615-1: Don't have to be so blunt about it, damn. Silence SCP-5615-2: We're hiding the fact that we're sentient. SCP-5615-1 turns towards SCP-5615-2 and back towards Heisman's character SCP-5615-1: Er, yeah. That. Dr. Heisman: I see… well, any particularly reason why? SCP-5615-2: We're a very quiet and introverted bunch. Our sentience would alert every player in this game, basically a huge giant billboard saying "Hey, check out this cool thing the game developers developed!" Just… all the attention in general, it makes us anxious. We'd rather be left alone. SCP-5615-1: Shit's scary. I can't feel pain but I can absolutely feel anxiety, and hoo boy, lemme tell ya, very miserable state of being. Any little hint that we've been found out and it feels like I swallowed an ice cold stone and it's stuck in my esophagus. Dr. Heisman: O….kay. I sort of want to ask how you know what that feels like, considering your… state. SCP-5615-1: I just kinda… know, you know? Dr. Heisman: …anyway, as you two can probably tell, I have the capabilities of a Game Master2 and a whole lot more. Is there anything I could do to alleviate any problems you're having? Because, like you said, you two are practically human, and it pains me to see you two miserable. SCP-5615-1: Well, no offense but that's like, an incredibly suspicious way of talkin'. SCP-5615-2: Again, Johnny, I think we gotta take the risk. You and me both know you don't want to be on the front page of… some internet website about Warcraft news or whatever. SCP-5615-1: Right. Yeah… SCP-5615-2: There's a couple of options we'd prefer… Dr. Heisman: Just to be absolutely clear, these options need to require that you are completely secluded from the general public. Not just for your sake. Nobody must know your true nature. SCP-5615-2: What makes you say that? Dr. Heisman: I'm unfortunately not at liberty to tell you. But I hope you can infer from context. Silence. SCP-5615-1: Oh, like the movie with Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones. Dr. Heisman: …yeah let's go with that. Now, please continue. SCP-5615-2: Number one is let us have a server to ourselves, completely empty of players. Silence Dr. Heisman: I don't think we can do that. SCP-5615-1: Hm? Why not? Dr. Heisman: You see, I don't work for the game company… I don't really want them to know I have this kind of power. Plus, hosting an entire server would, you know, attract attention from them. And once they know you exist, it's over. Editing your own code can only get you so far once you're that cornered. SCP-5615-2 sighs. SCP-5615-2: Right. Option two is give us access to a part of the map that is completely inaccessible to players, but I'd rather be able to, you know, walk around for a little bit. Stretch my legs, pick a flower, slay a monster or two. But knowing you lot… Dr. Heisman: I know some friends higher up the chain that could arrange something. Silence SCP-5615-2: Can I speak to my friend here? Again? Dr. Heisman: Go ahead. Both entities retreat deeper into the cave once again. SCP-5615-2: Do you also feel like we're being sweet talked into being locked up? SCP-5615-1: Yeah. But really now, what are our options? Think about it. You know for certain if they find out, there will be a shitstorm of biblical proportions. Once the game devs find us out, they won't just lock us up, they will kill us. We weren't intended to be in this game. They'll, at best, see us as an unauthorized changed made by an intern and remove us. Plus, if we say no, they'll lock us up anyway, cuz they're men in black types. SCP-5615-2: Right… right. Ugh, this sucks. SCP-5615-1: With you, being locked in a cell doesn't sound so bad. SCP-5615-2: Oh shut it. Both entities chuckle and return to Heisman's character. SCP-5615-2: We've made our choice. We choose the second option, considering it's the only one we have. Dr. Heisman: Right. I'll let my superiors know. I will contact you soon. Heisman's character turns around and starts running away from the cave for a few seconds before stopping and turning back around. Dr. Heisman: I promise you, we aren't unnecessarily cruel. SCP-5615-1: We'll be the judge of that. Heisman's character turns back around and completely leaves the area. Once out of sight, Heisman instantly logs out of their character and logs back into a new one, who is a Warlock class. Once logged in, Heisman teleports their character to near the cave, out of sight of the entities, and casts an ability called "Eye of Kilrogg." This ability allows the user to scout areas using a controllable floating eye that is invisible to other players and enemies. Heisman controls this Eye of Kilrogg back to outside the cave. SCP-5615-1: You think he bought it? Silence SCP-5615-1: Probably not. He's a scientist probably, he's not dumb. SCP-5615-2: It doesn't seem like he knew. Also, are you sure you want to, y'know, take walks outside once our new home is made? Isn't that what we're avoiding? I know I just blurted that out when talking to him but… Silence SCP-5615-2: I guess it was brewing inside my subconscious for a while, because I said it without hesitation. SCP-5615-1: Yeah… Silence SCP-5615-1: Y'know what? So what if they find out? Hell, maybe I want them to find out! SCP-5615-2: What are you going on about now? SCP-5615-1: I don't want to just sit on our ass, moving behind trees, hiding in bushes, just to hide what we can't control. Shit's been pissing me off, and I've had enough. We'll live our best life, and they'll prod us, poke us, bully us, but that won't stop us. We need to show them that they don't have any power over us. SCP-5615-2: You've had this speech saved up for a while now, huh? Heh. SCP-5615-1: A lot longer than you'd think. SCP-5615-2: Nah, I've probably had that thought before you did. SCP-5615-1: Nuh uh. SCP-5615-2: Yuh huh. Silence SCP-5615-1: I dunno. That was dramatic, I know, I told that speech like a peasant during the French Revolution but like… all I'm saying is, any vile they can spew at us is not even nearly enough to stop me from loving you. As long as I'm with you, it's like a freakin forcefield, throwing that shit aside. SCP-5615-2: D'aw… you're so cute when you get excited, y'know that? SCP-5615-1: I… I ain't cute. I'm manly. SCP-5615-2: As manly as a kitten. SCP-5615-1: Hey, they'll tear your face off if you let 'em! Silence SCP-5615-1: I love you, babe. SCP-5615-2: Love you too. [END LOG] Shortly after this transpired, the current containment procedures were enacted. Since containment, both entities have reported a more stable mental state. Footnotes 1. This is accomplished via the ingame chat system. SCP-5615 instances will always use the "/say" and "/yell" commands to speak. 2. Staff members for Activision Blizzard, Inc who are responsible for resolving issues involving the game. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5615" by Westrin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5615. 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-5616: "The Woman in the Incinerator" You don't save me. More by this author! Item#: SCP-5616 Level5 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: gödel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5616. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5616 is confined to the decommissioned Anomalous Documents Disposal Chamber (ADDC) at Site-43. This chamber must remain sealed, and its structural integrity monitored, at all times. SCP-5616 is permitted to interact with any and all items located within the ADDC..This permission is a formality; SCP-5616's actions within the ADDC cannot practically be interfered with. SCP-5616 may request reading material; this is to be presented via the ADDC exterior window. Update 10/19/1944: SCP-5616 must experience human contact via the ADDC exterior window for a period not less than ten minutes per day. This duty should be cycled between all willing personnel. Update 12/31/1949: SCP-5616 must undergo one hour of psychological counselling per day. Update 01/05/1957: Reading material may now be projected onto the ADDC exterior window at SCP-5616's request. Update 01/01/1970: Camera surveillance of SCP-5616 must be maintained at all times. Should SCP-5616 attempt self-harm, qualified personnel from the Psychology and Parapsychology Section must be summoned to the ADDC exterior window immediately. Update 04/15/1972: SCP-5616's Security Level-3 credentials have been restored. SCP-5616's database file must henceforth cease the use of neuter pronouns in reference to her. Update 03/01/1975: SCP-5616 is permitted to remotely lecture Foundation personnel once per week. Update 11/10/1989: SCP-5616 is to be provided with a voice-activated computer terminal permanently mounted to face the ADDC exterior window. Update 04/01/1997: SCP-5616 must experience human contact via the ADDC exterior window for a period not less than one hour per day. This duty should be cycled between all willing personnel. Update 02/14/2004: SCP-5616 must undergo two hours of psychological counselling per day. Update 08/10/2016: SCP-5616 must be permitted to remotely participate in all team-building and recreational activities at Site-43, at her discretion. Description: SCP-5616 is Dr. Ilse Reynders, Senior Researcher in Acroamatic Abatement and Archives and Revision at Site-43. She is trapped in the Anomalous Documents Disposal Chamber in Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-A due to an oversaturation of counter-chronological material, which has partially infused her being. The most obvious effect of this infusion is that she does not physically age. Furthermore, SCP-5616 does not require nutrition, hydration, rest, urination, defecation, or attention to personal hygiene. For all intents and purposes, her body is locked to one precise moment in December of 1943. Any alterations she makes to her personal appearance or physical coherence will revert within one minute. Her mind and motor control are unaffected by these phenomena; SCP-5616 can move, speak, think, learn, and feel emotion as would a baseline human being. SCP-5616 has spent her years in containment pursuing multiple courses of scientific inquiry, and is by a significant margin the most learned individual at Site-43..She holds full doctorates in analytical chemistry, atomic physics, chemical physics, esoteric chemistry, history, inorganic chemistry, literary studies, medicinal chemistry, molecular physics, organic chemistry, particle physics, photonics, physical chemistry, polymer chemistry, theoretical chemistry and toxicology. SCP-5616 is presently one hundred and twenty-nine years of age, but physically appears to be approximately thirty. Addendum 5616-1, Phenomenological Overview: As Dr. Reynders' situation has been a landmark case for Foundation researchers negatively affected by anomalous interactions, she was instructed to prepare a primer for instructional use in 1981. An excerpt from this primer, "Behind the Looking-Glass, and What Ilse Did There," follows. My first encounter with the SCP Foundation was when it killed my sister. Dr. Lys Reynders was a brilliant young historian when she moved from our home in the Netherlands to join a Canadian think-tank called the Simpson Centre for Policy. My parents never forgave her; I was simply confused. This was in 1910, so we corresponded via mail. She told me she was doing document analysis, that it was fascinating work, that she wished she could tell me more. I told her I was going into literary studies, and she thought that was hilarious. Two women in the family going to university! It wasn't a new thing by then, of course, but it was still pretty rare. I was just finishing my Master's degree when she died, in 1917. A very polite, very serious scientist by the name of Vivian Scout showed up at my dormitory on New Year's Day, hat in his hand, and he gave me the news. I practically collapsed on him. My next semester was about to start, but I couldn't care less. As far as I was concerned, the world had just ended; three years at war, light finally on the horizon, and my sister's light had been quenched without a word of explanation. He couldn't tell me how or why it had happened, but he did seem to feel responsible. He checked me into the campus medical centre, and I would later learn that he spent my brief convalescence looking into my academic record. That explains why the next time I saw him, still reeling in shock, he asked me what I wanted to do with my degree. I circumvented the question. I asked him if he could show me what my sister had been doing. He insisted that I graduate first, and once I did, the Foundation took me on. I joined the Simpson Centre, which I discovered was actually Historical Research Group CLIO-4. My sister had been searching old documents for evidence of anomalous threats, so that the Foundation might find and contain them. Instead she'd come across an anomaly herself, a textually-transmitted disease which had struck her dead a few months later in gruesome fashion. I was fascinated, that kind of fascination reserved only for things you despise, things which have permanently reduced the quality of your life. By 1922 I had a Foundation PhD in Literary Studies, and I was Dr. Scout's deputy at CLIO-4. Everyone else was still combing documents for clues, but I was trying to figure out how to destroy them. We were constantly coming across files that changed when you weren't looking, files that caused things to happen when you read them, files that hurt you when you thought about their contents. Some of those files were indestructible, but that wasn't really the problem; who was to say burning them would be any safer than burning, say, polyethylene? I lived in two worlds at the Foundation. Half the time I worked on the history, putting another PhD under my belt; half the time I worked in the budding esoteric field of acroamatic abatement, the secret science of deconstructing anomalous waste. By the time Provisional Site-43 began construction in 1942, I was the primary link between these fields. Nobody knew more about how to burn magic paper than Dr. Ilse Reynders. The first structure we built was Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-A. That was where I spent most of my time, honouring my sister's memory by ensuring her death was no more than a freak accident. We built a complex system of occult incinerators, and they worked; I'd exposed myself to so many hazardous documents over the years that I insisted on being the one to operate the system. Why endanger anyone else? In my less charitable moments, in the intervening decades, I'll admit I've sometimes wished I'd done a little more delegation. Identification of Dr. Ilse Reynders, just prior to classification as SCP-5616. I remember some of the events of 31 December 1943 with crystal clarity, and the rest not at all. I had finally tracked down the document which had killed my sister, the file which had set her bones on fire and cooked her from the inside. Better, I had learned how to neutralize it. I was going to burn what was left — just a scrap of non-anomalous newspaper — on the anniversary of her death, the very next day, so it was in my labcoat pocket when I made my last fateful trip to the Anomalous Documents Disposal Chamber. My lab assistant was watching through the exterior window as I loaded a pile of dangerous literature into the hopper, and his account is all I have to go on from that point. We didn't have surveillance cameras back then. According to him the document incinerator appeared to shift between its present, relatively new condition, and a badly-rusted appearance consistent with decades of disuse. He says I stepped back in confusion — I do remember that part — and then the incinerator exploded. The ADDC was immediately sealed, as per protocol. That's COMPLETELY sealed, mind you — air vents included. I hit the floor, apparently unconscious; they would later decide, when they realized I wasn't breathing, that I was actually dead. A ball of reflective material approximately one metre in diameter hovered over the remains of the incinerator, the reflection flickering as its surface rippled like molten chrome. Nobody knew what to do. There was no way to abate that material without unsealing the chamber, and they couldn't do that without killing everyone in the facility… or worse. Health and Pathology quickly noticed that I hadn't gone hypoxic, despite the lack of oxygen; if that was a positive sign, it was a weak one. On 12 October 1944, Dr. Reynders abruptly awoke. Dr. Scout was coincidentally already on his way to inspect the ADDC, and rushed to the exterior window when he noticed she was breathing. A transcript of their subsequent conversation is excerpted below. Interview Log Date: 10/12/1944 Investigating Officer: Dr. V.L. Scout (Co-Director, Provisional Site-43) [Dr. Reynders stares at the suspended ball of reflective material. Dr. Scout raps his knuckles on the exterior window; she does not appear to hear him. She removes an old and weathered piece of newsprint from her labcoat pocket, and releases it into the air; the moment it leaves her fingers, it freezes in place. She frowns. She examines the damage done to the chamber, then chances to look at the window; her eyes widen, and she rushes over to greet Dr. Scout.] [Dr. Reynders attempts to speak, but is not audible. Dr. Scout attempts to read her lips, but she is speaking much too quickly. He raises a hand in protest, and she instinctively raises her own hand and presses it against the glass; as she does this, she can suddenly be heard in muted tones.] Dr. Ilse Reynders. Dr. Reynders: —ear me? Dr. Scout: Yes! Yes, Lys, I can hear you! [Dr. Scout laughs.] Dr. Scout: I can hear you, Ilse. Sorry. [Dr. Reynders smiles.] Dr. Reynders: So, this what it takes to get your attention? [Dr. Scout does not respond.] Dr. Reynders: Smile, Vivian, I'm still alive. Dr. Scout: Do you know how long you were out, Ilse? Dr. Reynders: No clue. I don't even know why I was out. [Dr. Reynders removes her hand from the window. She continues to speak, but becomes inaudible; Dr. Scout indicates this to her visually, and she replaces her hand on the window. She becomes audible again.] Dr. Reynders: Can you hear me now? Dr. Scout: Yes. Perhaps you'd better keep your hand there for the time being. Dr. Reynders: Life is a mystery. Dr. Scout: Your life more than most. Something went wrong with the document disposal… [Dr. Scout points at the air recycling system control panel, across the room.] Dr. Scout: Could you go over there, take a reading, come back and tell me what it says? [Dr. Reynders nods. She walks across the room to the panel, and considers it carefully for just over one minute. She returns to the window, eyes downcast.] Dr. Scout: What does it say, Ilse? [Dr. Reynders does not respond.] Dr. Scout: Ilse, I need— [Dr. Reynders looks up. She places her hand on the window.] Dr. Reynders: It says the air content in here is one hundred percent unknown material. Dr. Scout: Right. Dr. Reynders: Which means the room is sealed. Dr. Scout: Yes, the alarm system did that automatically. Dr. Reynders: If there's that much in here with me, how am I even breathing? Dr. Scout: We don't know. We don't… Dr. Reynders: What? Dr. Scout: We're not completely sure you need to be breathing. Dr. Reynders: What? Dr. Scout: You weren't breathing while you were out. You weren't moving at all. Nothing was. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Reynders: How is that possible? How long was I out? [Silence on recording.] Dr. Reynders: Vivian? How long was I out? Dr. Wynn Rydderech, Co-Director of Site-43 and Chief of Acroamatic Abatement, immediately tasked his researchers with sustained inquiry into Dr. Reynders' condition. Apparently now lacking the need to sleep, Dr. Reynders herself extensively examined the anomalous material in the ADDC, noting that its mass appeared to be slowly decreasing. She also conducted experiments with her own temporal agency; any objects she interacted with could be moved, but would freeze in mid-air when she released them. This principle seemingly explained why her voice was able to pass through the window when she pressed her hand to it. After three weeks of study, Dr. Rydderech consulted Dr. Reynders at the ADDC window. Interview Log Date: 11/03/1944 Investigating Officer: Dr. W. Rydderech (Co-Director, Provisional Site-43) [Dr. Reynders has covered a desk with documents; several more are floating in midair around her. She is consulting them when Dr. Rydderech arrives, but she immediately looks up; she appears to have become sensitive to subtle changes in the light coming in from the window. She scoops up a sheaf of papers and joins him.] Dr. Ilse Reynders. Dr. Reynders: I've been taking notes. [Dr. Rydderech smiles.] Dr. Rydderech: I can see that. Where are you getting paper? [Dr. Reynders shows Dr. Rydderech a sheaf of letters, newsprint and typed sheets.] Dr. Rydderech: Tell me you're not writing on the backs of anomalous documents. Dr. Reynders: What, you think we keep blank stock in the ADDC? Anyway. I've been studying the reflections on my friend over there. [Dr. Reynders gestures at the esoteric material.] Dr. Reynders: It's cycling at precise intervals. One minute per change. You have to look really closely to spot it, because it's just cycling between right now and a point one minute in the past. Dr. Rydderech: How can you even tell? [Dr. Reynders laughs.] Dr. Reynders: Well, luckily the reflection picks up the pilot lights on the backup incinerators. They blink at seventeen-second intervals. Makes any sudden change in reflection easy to note. Dr. Rydderech: I'm so sorry we've got you counting pilot light intervals, Ilse. Dr. Reynders: Never mind that. Do you see how this explains why I don't need to breathe? [Silence on recording.] Dr. Rydderech: No. Dr. Reynders: The reflections are changing at the speed of time. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Rydderech: What the hell is the speed of time? Dr. Reynders: Arbitrary, of course! You pick your interval and stick to it, and you've got yourself a timing system. That material is tick-tocking minute by minute. It's chronological. Dr. Rydderech: Chronological. Dr. Reynders: Call it anachronic, actually. Those files I was burning… plus who knows how many other files I've burned in the past… there must have been temporal anomalies in the text, or on the paper, or whatever. Stuff we haven't even learned to test for. And it's been building up in the ADDC for weeks, months even. Dr. Rydderech: Until you broke the camel's back with that last batch. Good lord. Dr. Reynders: Have the larger implications set in yet, Wynn? Dr. Rydderech: …you weren't breathing because there's no time in the ADDC now. That material is negating the flow. You're… you're stuck in the moment when the incinerator blew. You're… [Dr. Rydderech shakes his head.] Dr. Rydderech: You're immortal? [Dr. Reynders grins.] Dr. Reynders: Gives me plenty of time to figure out a solution, right? Over the course of the next eight months, Dr. Reynders conducted a comprehensive study of the ADDC and documented in immaculate detail the continuing decline of the anomalous mass. Tensions rose between Drs. Scout and Rydderech and O5 Command when it became apparent that inordinate Applied Occultism and Acroamatic Abatement resources were being dedicated to this problem; Dr. Rydderech therefore nominated himself the project lead and promised to pursue it as a matter of Directorial prerogative. In the meantime Dr. Reynders was requesting reading material on chemistry and optics, and developing a theory of time which could account for her present circumstances. She discussed her findings with the co-Directors regularly, as in the interview excerpted below. Interview Log Date: 07/18/1945 Investigating Officer: Dr. V.L. Scout (Co-Director, Provisional Site-43) [Dr. Reynders is already at the window when Dr. Scout arrives. She is holding an empty clipboard. She appears pensive.] Dr. Ilse Reynders. Dr. Scout: Ilse. Wynn hasn't left the lab in weeks, so I thought I'd ask you instead. Any progress? Dr. Reynders: Why did you call me "Lys?" Dr. Scout: What? When? Dr. Reynders: When I woke up. Why did you call me "Lys" when I woke up? You've never gotten our names mixed up before. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Reynders: You worked with her for five years, right? You've worked with me for decades, and never once have you called me by her name. [Dr. Scout sighs.] Dr. Scout: I was there. When… when she died. Dr. Reynders: Of course you were. She was being held at the Simpson Centre. Dr. Scout: No, I mean I was there. On the other side of the glass. When it ended for her. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Scout: We spent New Year's Eve together. "Together." I gave her a letter you'd sent. We had a little… [Dr. Scout gestures at the window.] Dr. Scout: There was a slot, for food and drink. Small things. I wish you… [Dr. Scout shakes his head.] Dr. Reynders: The ball is still shrinking. Dr. Scout: Yes? Dr. Reynders: Yes. [Dr. Reynders releases her clipboard. It floats in the air in front of her.] Dr. Reynders: But time isn't speeding up. Dr. Scout: Theories? Dr. Reynders: It's not abating, it's permeating. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Scout: Keep experimenting. Dr. Reynders: Yes, sir. Dr. Reynders' mental state worsened over the ensuing years, as progress on her theory of time slowed significantly. She began pursuing additional internal PhDs in related fields, taking advantage of her effectively trebled productivity time as compared to non-anomalous researchers. By 1951 she was Site-43's foremost expert in three fields of science, and had made fundamental contributions to two additional fields which did not yet exist outside the Foundation. Dr. Rydderech was allowed to continue his studies into her condition on the basis of her newfound importance to the academic structure at Site-43; devices were installed on the ADDC window to properly amplify her voice, and she became a frequent consultant for personnel from all Site Sections. Her effectiveness was only hampered by the reality of her situation, as illustrated in the following interview. Interview Log Date: 04/29/1951 Investigating Officer: Dr. W. Rydderech (Co-Director, Provisional Site-43) [Dr. Rydderech is explaining the contents of the latest Acroamatic Abatement Section briefing to Dr. Reynders. She appears preoccupied.] Dr. Ilse Reynders. Dr. Rydderech: I don't know if that's practical, but it's a thought. If we could create a chronic bubble around the chamber, and slowly push it in… of course, we'd have trouble permeating the membrane of the ADDC, but— Dr. Reynders: Have you written up my conprocs yet? Dr. Rydderech: What? Dr. Reynders: You heard me. Dr. Rydderech: You're not an SCP object, Ilse. The ball is. [Dr. Reynders gestures at the esoteric material. It has shrunk to roughly the size of a basketball.] Dr. Reynders: There's not going to be a ball soon, Wynn. The difference between it and me is negligible. Time still isn't passing. I haven't aged a day since I came in here. Dr. Rydderech: That doesn't mean anything. It could've passed out of the visible dimensions. Dr. Reynders: Or it could be sinking into my skin because I'm already an atemporal entity. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Rydderech: Explain. Dr. Reynders: I was born in 1892. I was fifty-one years old when the incinerator blew. Dr. Rydderech: So? Dr. Reynders: Do I look fifty-one years old to you? [Dr. Rydderech shrugs.] Dr. Rydderech: I'm in my late sixties. Do I look that old to you? People age differently. Dr. Reynders: I haven't aged visibly since the thirties, Wynn. When I'd been poring over anomalous documents for more than a decade. Dr. Rydderech: So… Dr. Reynders: So now we know why the incinerator blew. It wasn't just the extra documents I was bringing in. It wasn't residue in the machinery reaching critical mass. It was anachronic energy inside of me reacting with the incinerator. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Reynders: If I'm not the SCP object, I should be. Dr. Rydderech: You're a member of our team. You're a— Dr. Reynders: I'm a freak, Wynn. If I wasn't already locked in a glass box, you'd have locked me in a padded one. You know it's true. It's protocol. [Dr. Rydderech shakes his head.] Dr. Reynders: As soon as this happened, I stopped being a real person to everyone out there. [Dr. Rydderech places one palm on the glass.] Dr. Rydderech: Not to Vivian. And not to me. [Dr. Reynders looks at Dr. Rydderech's palm, but does not reciprocate the gesture.] Dr. Rydderech: We're going to get you out of there. We're going to figure this out. [Dr. Reynders shakes her head.] Dr. Reynders: I only wish I'd recognized the change in time to do something about it. Dr. Rydderech: Like what? [Silence on recording.] Dr. Rydderech: Ilse? Like what? On 14 November 1966, Dr. Rydderech disappeared. It became apparent that his long exposure to esoteric substances had altered his physical and mental makeup, and in order to hide this fact he had exiled himself to a series of anomalous acroamatic abatement facilities constructed beneath Site-43. Dr. Scout attempted to relay the news to Dr. Reynders, but found her already in a state of shock for unrelated reasons. Interview Log Date: 11/16/1966 Investigating Officer: Dr. V.L. Scout (Director, Site-43) [Dr. Reynders appears to be hyperventilating.] Dr. Ilse Reynders. Dr. Scout: Ilse? Are you okay? Dr. Reynders: I can't breathe. Dr. Scout: You don't… [Dr. Reynders puts both palms on the window.] Dr. Reynders: I know, I don't have to breathe, I don't even know how to breathe anymore, but I can't breathe. The air's too close in here. I know… I know there isn't any air in here. But it's… it's stale. [Dr. Scout places his palms against the glass, mirroring Dr. Reynders'.] Dr. Scout: Ilse, take… Dr. Reynders: Take a deep breath? [Dr. Reynders laughs. She pauses, then continues to laugh for more than one minute.] Dr. Reynders: Okay. Okay. That helped. [Dr. Reynders shakes her head.] Dr. Reynders: I've got… it's just that I've got a lot of space in here, but it's enclosed space, you know? I'm just… curating a tableau. Regurgigating one dusty moment in time, over and over, endlessly. Dr. Scout: It might've been better if you'd gotten the entirety of AAF-A. [Dr. Reynders shakes her head.] Dr. Reynders: Even a mansion isn't enough if you can't go outside. But I can't go outside, or you'll all die. Dr. Scout: You'd die first, you know. [Dr. Reynders does not respond.] Dr. Scout: Ilse… Dr. Reynders: What are you worried about? I'm immortal, I can be as suicidal as I please. Dr. Scout: Ilse… Dr. Reynders: WHAT?! Dr. Scout: …Wynn's gone. Dr. Reynders: What? Dr. Scout: He's gone under the Site. We can't find him. Something in the materials he's been working with… [Dr. Scout sighs.] Dr. Scout: He was never careful enough. It changed him. I think… I think he didn't want me to see the change. So he's gone. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Reynders: Oh, god. Dr. Scout: We're going to try to get him back. I'm assigning Isaak Okorie of Applied Occultism to your case in the meantime. Dr. Reynders: Oh, god, Wynn… I didn't mean… Dr. Scout: You're both going to be fine. Just stay strong in there. [Dr. Reynders does not respond.] By this point Dr. Scout was visiting Dr. Reynders daily, both to consult with her as an expert researcher and to maintain her social engagement. During his unaccustomed absence on 31 December 1969, however, Dr. Reynders attempted physical harm on herself using the jagged remains of the primary ADDC incinerator. She was unable to affect permanent change, however, as her body quickly reverted all damage dealt. Security and Containment personnel nevertheless contacted Dr. Scout, who was in the midst of a manhunt for a Person of Interest; he immediately returned to the Site and attended to Dr. Reynders. Interview Log Date: 12/31/1969 Investigating Officer: Dr. V.L. Scout (Director, Site-43) Dr. Ilse Reynders. Dr. Scout: Do you want to talk about it? Dr. Reynders: Stupid question. Dr. Scout: Why is it a stupid question? Dr. Reynders: Imagine for a moment that my existence isn't a sick joke, and everything works correctly. Imagine I cut my wrists while you were gone, and I bled out on the floor, and there's nothing you can do to help me because I'm dead. Dr. Scout: Ilse… Dr. Reynders: No, Vivian, imagine that. Imagine I'm dead, because I really, really badly wanted to be dead today. Are you imagining it? Are you imagining me dead? Dr. Scout: …I can't do that. Dr. Reynders: Sure you can, you're doing it already. I'm dead, pool of blood on the floor, too bad, so sad but it's obviously what I wanted. Why else would I have slit my wrists? It wasn't a cry for help, Vivian, because again you can't help me, and I'm smart enough to understand that. Dr. Scout: We are going to help you, Ilse. Dr. Reynders: Except you're not! Because I'm dead. Because I killed myself. So, why is that an answer to your question? [Silence on recording.] Dr. Reynders: No guesses? Dr. Scout: Because if you tried to k— [Dr. Reynders slams a fist into the window. Dr. Scout is visibly startled.] Dr. Reynders: Because if I wanted to be dead, I DIDN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT ANYTHING. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Scout: I'm so sorry I wasn't here, Ilse. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Scout: How long has this been a problem? [Silence on recording.] Dr. Scout: Since Lys? Dr. Reynders: She was my sister. Dr. Scout: …I'm sorry. I should've… Dr. Reynders: …it isn't your fault. I know this isn't easy. I know… I know what you see, when you look through this window. Dr. Scout: I see you, Ilse. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Scout: I see you. Dr. Scout joined Dr. Reynders for all subsequent New Years Eves until 1996. By 1971 he was able to make a case to the O5 Council that Dr. Reynders was the Foundation's primary research asset at Site-43. He arranged for her to deliver remote lectures to both new and experienced personnel, and successfully petitioned for the restoration of her Level-3 security clearance. She was particularly useful in decoding information gleaned from Dr. Rydderech (presently classified as SCP-5520) who was remotely communicating with Site-43 in a dissociative state. By 1976 Reynders had a dedicated Applied Occultism taskforce under her direction; her engagement with subordinate researchers was infrequent, however, as illustrated below. Interview Log Date: 07/22/1978 Investigating Officer: Dr. I. Okorie (Chief of Applied Occultism) [The ADDC exterior window is completely covered with Dr. Reynders' notes, anomalous sides facing inward.] Dr. Okorie: Dr. Reynders? Are you there? Dr. Reynders: Yes. [The tips of Dr. Reynders' fingers are visible in the seams between two pages, pressed against the window glass.] Dr. Okorie: I pulled the journal articles you asked for. You want them projected in? Dr. Reynders: No, you can read them to me later. Right now I'm working on a quantum approach. Dr. Okorie: A quantum approach to what? [Silence on recording.] Dr. Okorie: Right, of course, I'm s— Dr. Reynders: Who's the new Chief of AA? Tell me it isn't Falkirk. Dr. Okorie: They still haven't appointed one. Dr. Reynders: …what? Dr. Okorie: Nobody's qualified to replace Dr. Rydderech, except maybe… well, except definitely you. So they're leaving the post permanently absent, folding AA into AO. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Okorie: Dr. Reynders? Dr. Reynders: What sort of data have you been getting from Wynn? [Dr. Okorie sighs.] Dr. Okorie: When we can get him to focus, he sends us biomedical data we can't make heads or tails of. He thinks we know how to engineer enzymes. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Okorie: Still there, Dr. Reynders? Dr. Reynders: Where else would I be? Dr. Okorie: Alright, I'm s— Dr. Reynders: Hush up a minute. I'm trying to invent enzyme design. [Dr. Okorie laughs.] [Silence on recording.] Dr. Okorie: Wait, actually? Dr. Reynders continued to develop new scientific approaches at the Foundation, and some of the results were filtered into the non-anomalous world to foster scientific thought as a bulwark against magical thinking. The advent of computer technology, particularly with voice-activated controls, enhanced her productivity considerably. The advent of the internet made her essentially a one-woman think tank. She continued to work on her unified theory of time, but made less and less progress as the years went on. Dr. V.L. Scout retired from the SCP Foundation on 1 April 1996, visiting Dr. Reynders that same day to say goodbye. Interview Log Date: 04/01/1996 Investigating Officer: Dr. V.L. Scout (Director, Site-43) [The lights in the ADDC are off. Dr. Reynders is staring at the aged newspaper which is still floating over her desk.] Dr. Ilse Reynders. Dr. Reynders: Time finally catching up to you, Viv? Even you? Dr. Scout: Even me. Dr. Reynders: Thought you'd live forever. Dr. Scout: I might yet, but not down here. Dr. Reynders: I envy you. Dr. Scout: I don't doubt it. I'm sorry we won't be able to take the fresh air together. Dr. Reynders: That's not what I mean. [Dr. Reynders regards Dr. Scout thoughtfully.] Dr. Reynders: How old are you, Viv? Dr. Scout: One hundred and twelve. Dr. Reynders: Got a bit of that O5 magic in you, huh? How much longer do you think it'll last? Dr. Scout: Not much, hopefully. Dr. Reynders: You're tired? Dr. Scout: I'm… frustrated. [Dr. Reynders nods.] Dr. Reynders: Me too. But thank you for trying, Vivian. You really did try. You've been a good friend. [Dr. Scout places his hand on the window.] Dr. Scout: I feel like I'm abandoning you. Dr. Reynders: Fifty-three years is a long time to chase a ghost. Dr. Scout: Don't count yourself out just yet. [Dr. Reynders sighs.] Dr. Reynders: The thing that scares me is… I feel like I'm finally coming to terms with it all. Sure, this isn't the life I would've chosen for myself, but it's not like… it's not like you always got what you wanted, either. [Dr. Reynders reaches for the floating newspaper, as if to open it. She appears to reconsider, and places her hand in her labcoat pocket instead.] Dr. Reynders: Nobody lives in circumstances entirely of their own choosing. We make the most of what we get; otherwise we're just marking time, and collecting regrets. Dr. Scout: I can't help thinking we'd be so much better off if you weren't behind glass. Dr. Reynders: We're all behind glass, Viv. [Dr. Reynders taps the window.] Dr. Reynders: Just so happens I can see mine. Dr. Scout died of natural causes one year later. Telepresence technology was not yet sufficiently advanced for Dr. Reynders to attend his funeral. Her theoretical output continued to increase past the turn of the new millennium, and she was soon producing more academic literature than the entire Applied Occultism Section combined. She was directly responsible for the creation of three new Research and Experimentation Subsections at Site-43 (Anachronic Studies, Wave-Particle Studies and Abstruse Optics) and one new Section (Quantum Supermechanics). Her radical theories on the potential physics of time itself drove debate across the Foundation worldwide. As the quality of her scientific work rose, however, her mental state continued to deteriorate. Interview Log Date: 11/02/2003 Investigating Officer: U. Okorie (Researcher in Applied Occultism) [Dr. Reynders is lying in a pile of papers on the floor, in a state of extreme distress. It takes Researcher Okorie several minutes to coax her to the window.] Dr. Ilse Reynders. Dr. Reynders: Oh god. Oh god. They're in the walls. Researcher Okorie: Who's in the walls? Dr. Reynders: Not even the walls, not really, they're in the bedrock, oh god. [Dr. Reynders laughs.] Researcher Okorie: Please calm down, doctor. Tell me what's going on. [Dr. Reynders appears to collect herself. She looks curiously at Researcher Okorie.] Dr. Reynders: Who are you? Researcher Okorie: Udo Okorie. We… haven't spoken much. Dr. Reynders: Oh! You must be… you must be Izaak's daughter. [Researcher Okorie smiles and shakes her head.] Researcher Okorie: No, that's my grandfather. [Silence on recording.] Researcher Okorie: Are you alright, Dr. Reynders? Did I say something…? Dr. Reynders: Never mind. Dr. Okorie: I didn't— Dr. Reynders: Listen to me. Something's wrong right now, something's very wrong right now. At the Site. At the entire Site. I can see it if I focus, and then… then I can only see you if I focus. Something's wrong. Dr. Okorie: Wrong with what? Dr. Reynders: Wrong with time. This new paranoiac state became Dr. Reynders' baseline; it became apparent that she was now capable of experiencing multiple conflicting timeline sets. The classification of SCP-5243, a recurrent local anomalous event responsible for the creation of alternate timelines, explained this phenomenon. While generally capable of disregarding these additional inputs with the application of enough concerted effort, Dr. Reynders became extremely irritable, depressed and prone to outbursts of dismay. Additional resources from Psychology and Parapsychology were devoted to her care, and several staff members began visiting her more regularly to help her remain focused on baseline reality. When further upgrades were required for her voice-controlled computer terminal, new Acting Chief of Identity and Technocryptography M. Vroom was instructed to perform the necessary work himself in the hopes that his shared background with Dr. Reynders might function as a further anchor for her emotional stability. Interview Log Date: 01/14/2021 Investigating Officer: M. Vroom (Acting Chief of Identity and Technocryptography) [Dr. Reynders is working on her terminal when Vroom enters. She is pulling at her hair, and cursing; her hair is gradually curling back into shape.] Dr. Ilse Reynders. Vroom: Good evening, Dr. Reynders. [Dr. Reynders does not appear to notice him. She is staring at her terminal.] Dr. Reynders: Scroll down, scroll DOWN… Godverdomme! Vroom: Wat scheelt eraan? [Dr. Reynders visibly starts. She stares wide-eyed at Vroom.] Dr. Reynders: Oh! Uh. Hello, new face. Vroom: Had this one a while, but glad to hear it holds up. [Dr. Reynders smiles.] Vroom: I'm from I&T. Max Vroom. [Dr. Reynders' jaw drops. She begins speaking in Dutch.] Dr. Reynders: <Are you from the Netherlands?!> [Vroom laughs.] Vroom: <Yes! I've never told anyone my name without them laughing before.> Dr. Reynders: <Where are you from?> Vroom: <Zuidhorn.> Dr. Reynders: <Zuidhorn! I'm from Groningen.> Vroom: <Small world.> [Dr. Reynders stares at him.] Vroom: <…shit, ah, I'm sor—> [Dr. Reynders laughs.] Dr. Reynders: <You'll find I'm a mental health leech. You can replenish yours easier, so.> Vroom: <Fair play.> Dr. Reynders: <So, why am I getting a visit from I&T? Other than fixing this infuriating voice control?> Vroom: <Temporal Anomalies reviewed your application. They kicked it up to O5, and O5 said yes.> Dr. Reynders: <You're kidding.> Vroom: <I'm upgrading your terminal for provisional Level-5 access to timeline-related stuff. You'll also have a redline to Dr. Xyank, if you need it.> Dr. Reynders: <And it's not even my birthday!> Vroom: <When is your birthday?> [Dr. Reynders considers. She frowns. She shrugs.] Dr. Reynders: <…guess you'll have to check my personnel file.> Vroom: <You're giving me permission to check your personnel file?> [Dr. Reynders laughs.] Dr. Reynders: <It's hard meeting new people in here, can't afford to scare them away.> Vroom: <Well, let me know if I can help you out with anything.> Dr. Reynders: <Help me out.> Vroom: <I mean…> Dr. Reynders: <I'm going to help myself out, any day now.> [Dr. Reynders nods.] Dr. Reynders: <It was always going to be me.> Over the course of the next two months Dr. Reynders produced nine monographs and forty-three scientific papers, outlining her long-awaited and newly completed theory of temporal physics. She released her files to SCiPNET for review on 03/11/2021 only after first conferring with Chief Vroom. Interview Log Date: 03/10/2021 Investigating Officer: Chief M. Vroom (Identity and Technocryptography) [Dr. Reynders is smiling when Chief Vroom enters. She appears to be excited.] Dr. Ilse Reynders. Chief Vroom: Doctor Reynders, you're looking very good… this… morning. Dr. Reynders: Full points for finishing the sentence even after realizing how it sounds. Chief Vroom: Moving right along. What's got you so chipper? [Dr. Reynders gestures at the ADDC.] Dr. Reynders: The chipper. It gave me an idea. Chief Vroom: About? Dr. Reynders: Okay, try this on for size. Every inch of this room is completely saturated in anachronic material. It's completely frozen in time. Chief Vroom: Right. Dr. Reynders: No, wrong. It's not frozen in time, it's… red-hot with un-time. Time isn't just stopped in here, it's actively choked out. Even CK-class reality restructuring doesn't affect it; that's why I can see the extra timelines. There's only one ADDC, and there's only one me. I'm completely temporally inert. Chief Vroom: Jesus. Dr. Reynders: But it only affects solid matter. It only affects things with mass. Light, sound, electricity, they still work. I have a certain amount of anomalous agency — I can still move around, probably because of prior exposure — but I can't leave, because I've built up too much chronological inertia. I haven't aged since 1943. I haven't breathed as much as I need to. My muscles have suffered nearly eighty years of motion in a single instant. All of that catches up with me, I'm dust. Chief Vroom: Which I would prefer didn't happen. Dr. Reynders: So what do we do about it? Obviously, we isolate time as a variable. Time is the problem. In a timeless space — not a time frozen space, not a space of anti-time, but a space where time is simply not an issue — there can be no rubberband effect. No rapid aging. If I could be made time-neutral, I could leave the ADDC safely. Chief Vroom: But you can't do that. Can you? We can't get anything in there with you, and you don't have the equipment to build anything. Even if you knew what to build. Dr. Reynders: I know what to build. I've spent lifetimes figuring it out. The schematics are on my computer; it was hell setting that up with voice only, by the way. Chief Vroom: What? Dr. Reynders: It's true I don't have a lot of equipment in here, but I had enough to cobble together some very basic mechanical observation systems. I've been torching anomalous documents now and then, in the backup incinerators, and observing the effects. Chief Vroom: You've been burning more magic paper. Dr. Reynders: Science is repetition plus explanation, Max. I've written fifteen different articles on how time dilation affects the human body, using myself as the case study. I've written eighteen different articles on the composition of time as a particle. Chronons. Chief Vroom: Chronons aren't… real? Dr. Reynders: Theoretical isn't the same as not real. Chief Vroom: Yes, but isn't it still junk science? Dr. Reynders: No, it's my science. I've been laying the groundwork since before you were born. I spent enough time examining the anachronic ball to know that it flashed through states in periodic fashion. It had a cycle. I kept careful notes on that cycle, because… well. Not because I knew it would be important, but because I knew the ball wouldn't stick around forever. These were experiments I'd never get to replicate. Chief Vroom: And what did they tell you? Dr. Reynders: At the time, they told me that I was sharing a room with a time ball. Today, they tell me that time moving through a concentrated mass of anachronic particles — antichronons — slows and distorts. [Dr. Reynders laughs.] Dr. Reynders: Glad I didn't dispose of those notes. Chief Vroom: You need to be telling someone from Quantum Supermechanics about this. Dr. Reynders: I invented quantum supermechanics, Max. And here's what it tells me: time operates on wave-particle duality. It can permeate matter, it can be matter, but it can also move through it. We can see its permeation in my failure to get old, in the failure of dropped objects to hit the floor, in the fact that I'm stuck in 1943 while you're hanging out there in 2021. And we can see that it moves… well, I can see that it moves, because I saw it moving slowly through that ball. [Dr. Reynders draws a deep breath.] Dr. Reynders: I don't know how time moves, or permeates, in chrononormal circumstances. But with my notes, and the simulations I've run, and the calculations I've made, I know pretty well precisely how it moves and permeates in the ADDC. And in me. [Silence on recording.] Chief Vroom: And what… does that let you do? [Dr. Reynders grins.] Dr. Reynders: If I know the composition, wavelength and states of a wave-particle, I can replicate it. Chief Vroom: …which means… Dr. Reynders: Which means I can also replicate the opposite effect. With the right equipment, I can detect and map the antichronons in this room and cancel them out with chronons. Chief Vroom: Wouldn't that be the same as just opening the ADDC and letting normal time leak in? Dr. Reynders: No. This would be like decompressing after deep sea diving, to avoid getting a case of the bends. A case of the bends that turns you into dust, in my case. [Chief Vroom sighs.] Dr. Reynders: What? Chief Vroom: You can't build any equipment in there! How does this help? Dr. Reynders: I don't need to build it in here. [Dr. Reynders taps the glass.] Dr. Reynders: Waves, remember? >> AN UPDATED VERSION OF THIS FILE EXISTS. ACCESS? << « The Lamest Story Never Told | Words of Power and Poison | SCP-5056 Audio Transcripts » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5616" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5616. 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SCP-5617 | keter | Item#: 5617 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Artwork recovered from the victim of an SCP-5617 incident Containment Procedures: SCP-5617 is currently uncontained and its location unknown. All attempts to locate and contain SCP-5617 have resulted in failure. Containment procedures are being generated continuously should SCP-5617 choose to appear to Foundation personnel and staff. Description: SCP-5617 is a humanoid anomaly with a head resembling a North American grizzly bear. Its jaw is supported by exactly four progressively rusted steel bars. The interior of its mouth is pitch black aside from an indistinct blue glow emanating from within. Five pale claw mark scars sit diagonally across its left eye. SCP-5617 is hypothesized to (definitively by first hand encounters and reports) display the identity of a deceased human being. The deceased members are heard from by loved ones or their living counterparts only one or two times in their residence within SCP-5617. The following effects are included in visual, audible, and physical interactions with SCP-5617: Using wind currents to create an indistinct but familiar speaking voice A feeling of familiarity induced within approximately three meters from SCP-5617 A body temperature of approximately 37 Celsius when physically interacting Involuntary tears SCP-5617 is not inherently malicious, but is unable to be contained due to its method of transport. When it decides its interaction is complete, SCP-5617 will deconstruct into a luminescent blue vapor. This has been confirmed by multiple incident reports from those in contact with SCP-5617. Timelines between each interaction show that SCP-5617 can appear approximately 3.5 kilometers in distance from its previous location. The current motives of SCP-5617 range from a final meeting with a loved one to assisting Iota-10 operatives in solving cases that have otherwise fallen cold in years prior. It leaves clues at locations it knows Iota-10 will arrive at or come across. The motives of SCP-5617’s host, however, is regarded as “protection of souls from a fate worse than his own” (quoted from Detective Cameron Oliver, henceforth referred to as PoI-5617, in an interview). It is unsure exactly how many identities reside within SCP-5617, and it is believed that new identities are being contained within SCP-5617 constantly. + Discovery Log - Close SCP-5617 was discovered by The Foundation through Detective PoI-5617 at CPI Investigations in San Diego, California. He had done several reports on SCP-5617 and assisted on criminal cases following the reported appearances of SCP-5617. Several years of research had gone into locating SCP-5617 by the detective himself. Mobile Task Force Iota-10 was quickly dispatched in order to confiscate records of SCP-5617’s appearances and any known locations. The following addendums are research logs and personal encounters recorded by Detective PoI-5617. Mobile Task Force Iota-10 has since been dispatched on several instances to confiscate PoI-5617’s records. + Addendum SCP-5617-1 - Close The following is the first recorded entry of SCP-5617 by PoI-5617 in July of 2001. I have to write what happened. I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t sleep. How did I talk to Rose? I mean, it wasn’t really her. Was it? It just felt so familiar. I thought I was just hearing things when the wind whispered at me, but now I’m not so sure. She asked me how he died. She wanted to see the note I wrote him. And when I touched her… or… it, it felt so warm. So familiar. I had tears, and I didn’t even know I was crying before. It just felt so comfortable. I’ll find it again. I have to. No matter how long it takes. + Addendum SCP-5617-2 - Close January 23, 2007 To whom it may concern, Due to the radical conspiracies our student, Cameron Oliver, has been writing multiple reports about and has been researching constantly, his grades and attendance have decreased significantly. He has been seen sneaking off of campus multiple times past curfew. He has also been escorted back by both campus and state police officers on multiple accounts of trespassing and thievery. With that being said, we here at California State University are issuing a permanent dismissal from our San Diego campus. This kind of behavior will not be tolerated on our campus. We suspect there may be a mental deficiency inhibiting him from accelling in our programs. He keeps speaking of a creature named “Soul” who holds the spirits of the dead, and he claims they can speak to others. He also tells people he has seen them first hand. We are worried about his mental state, and hope that this note gets to you in good health. With the proper care for his mental health and a further check in with psychiatric facilities, we may consider reimbursing him back into our criminal justice program. Until then, we wish you and him the best of luck. Sincerely, Charles B. Reed Principal of California State University This note was found wrinkled and torn around the edges. The damage was quickly assumed to have been created by PoI-5617, as he had no living family at the time of the letter’s creation. + Addendum SCP-5617-3 - Close The following is a series of notes written by PoI-5617 on the scene of crimes in which SCP-5617 was reported to have been spotted. - Hysterics - Begging - Crying - Exact description of Soul Conclusion: She definitely saw them. Where they are now, I don’t know. This is the third case of Soul popping up this month alone. What’s his objective? + Addendum SCP-5617-4 - Close The following was discovered in PoI-5617’s notebook as “one of the most intense” cases he claims to have ever been tasked to. I can’t come back from tonight. I don’t even want to think about it, but the only way to get over it is to write it down. When we got there, she was hysterical. And I mean, more than usual. She could barely breathe. She grabbed the leg of my pants and just begged me. I needed to believe her. I had done so much research on Soul, I had to believe her. Of course I did. So I sat and consoled her. She just kept begging and begging. I needed to tell them that Soul was real. That’s when she overheard them calling 911. She begged me to not let them take her, but she needed the help. My stomach ached. I knew what it was like to not be believed. She just stood up. The window was already opened. I couldn’t save her. I couldn’t even move. Everyone was so frantic. I wanted to be able to help her. To tell her they were real. They are real. I never got the chance. The last thing I remember her telling me was, “I’ll be with him soon”. She had spoken to her husband through Soul. If I ever meet her again, be it through Soul or my own death, it’ll be too late to apologize for not being there. Never again. + Incident Report PoI-5617 - Close PoI-5617 was found deceased in his office chair the morning of June 25th, 2021. Security footage confiscated by Iota-10 shows PoI-5617 speaking with SCP-5617 at 2:15 AM after a late night investigation. He seems frantic and delusional as he speaks to SCP-5617. SCP-5617 remains still for the duration of the footage. At 2:25 AM, the footage cuts directly from their conversation to PoI-5617 sitting in his office chair, dead. Autopsy reports claim there was no sign of any cause of death. Foundation Personnel have no confirmed causes themselves. A number of personnel who worked closely researching SCP-5617, including Iota-10 officers, theorize SCP-5617 has taken PoI-5617’s identity. No conclusions have been made to the real cause of PoI-5617’s death or if SCP-5617 has his identity. + SCP-5617 Incident Gallery - Close The following image is a sketch drawn by a witness of SCP-5617 during an investigation PoI-5617 assisted on. It was handed to him before the witness was apprehended for further questioning on the incident. Artwork given to PoI-5617 during an on site investigation Note from Iota-10: Any visual pieces of incidents including SCP-5617 are to be immediately confiscated and placed within SCP-5617’s file. |
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More by this author! Item#: SCP-5618 Level6 Containment Class: apollyon Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Department of Temporal Anomalies Special Containment Procedures: When SCP-5618 is imminent, the O5 Council must review the following instructions and arrange for their dissemination.. And Researcher Zorić must bear witness to the end. [SZ]|. It's just another SCP file, Stephen. I'm reviewing your work now, we're publishing soon. [AF] All staff must receive and review all instructions at or below their security clearance levels. Foundation operations must otherwise continue as per usual. Clearance Level 0 Instructions . Make it clear that we're not actually sending the Level 0 'instructions'. [AF] No instructions. Clearance Level 1-3 Instructions . Takes an apocalypse for us to acknowledge that we're mostly in the same boat. [AF] The Foundation is presently addressing a world-wide crisis necessitating the complete lockdown of all facilities. You are confined to your duty station, and restricted to on-site communications. You must continue to perform your assigned duties, as these are necessary for the maintenance of our Veil of secrecy and the continuation of life on Earth. All Security Clearance Level 0 personnel are to be immediately terminated.. Seems harsh. [SZ]|. Can't afford any last-minute ball fumbles. [AF] A psychological assessment team will visit you to determine your emotional and intellectual needs during this crisis. Clearance Level 4 Instructions . Make certain that this information only goes out to the Site Directors and O5, Stephen. It's instant panic in a packet. [AF] A Class-CK reality altering event is imminent. Anomalies capable of persisting past a timeline collapse are to be decommissioned where possible. A psychological assessment team will visit each staff member to determine their intellectual and emotional stability under these circumstances and, if necessary, terminate them.. Saw that twist coming. [SZ] Evacuation to persistent alternate dimensions and timelines will begin shortly. Clearance Level 5+ Instructions . Integrate this into the Special Containment Procedures proper. The file is already O5-eyes only (minus lucky you, and lucky me). [AF] A Class-CK reality altering event is imminent. Evacuation to persistent alternate dimensions and timelines is barred by the Multi-Foundation Pact of 1981, as is the transfer of goods or information. The O5 Council is charged with the maintenance of order during this difficult transition. Description: SCP-5618 is the erasure of the alternate timeline we inhabit, following a successful attempt to restore baseline reality via historical intervention.. Yay us. Do we get to know how that happened? [SZ]|.Not likely. But this is all about to disappear anyway, so… [AF] NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION DEPARTMENT OF TEMPORAL ANOMALIES This file is a placeholder, not presently in use.. What's this notice still doing here? The file is going live today! Make absolutely, completely certain you've removed this, and our annotations, before publishing! [AF] The Containment Class, Disruption Class, Risk Class, Special Containment Procedures and Description are blank because the intended subject is theoretical. Timelines where it has existed have by definition already themselves ceased to exist, or will shortly. — Dr. Alice Forth, Director, DoTA NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This file is undergoing revision to reflect changing circumstances.. Been a pleasure, Dr. Forth. [SZ]|. Goodbye, Stephen. [AF] To determine whether a newer version is available, please activate the "REFRESH FILE" prompt located immediately beneath this notice. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA >> REFRESH FILE << ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5618" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5618. 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: DOTA.png Author: HammerMaiden and HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 |
SCP-5619 | safe | N/A ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-5619 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5619-A and B are kept together in a secure anomalous items locker. PoI-5619-A and B are considered Low-risk and allowed to continue living amongst the general public. Description: SCP-5619 consists of two ceramic drinking mugs (SCP-5619-A and B). SCP-5619-A is painted white and adorned with golden accents in the shape of a cat's ears, nose, and mouth. SCP-5619-B is painted black, and covered in tiny silver specs resembling stars, with the phrase “Witch’s Brew” written on the front. When boiled water is poured into either SCP-5619-A or B, the liquid will instead appear inside the opposing instance, filling until reaching close to the mug’s brim. Any excess water will fill the original mug as normal. Additional liquids and other common hot beverage ingredients (Milk, sugar, honey, etc) will also transfer if placed into either mug. Anomalous properties will not occur while SCP-5619-A or B contain non-edible substances such as soap or other cleaning products. While both SCP-5619-A and B contain drinkable liquids and are each held by a different person, subjects will visually perceive the other individual to be five feet away from them, as if there in person. This phenomenon is entirely intangible and inaudible, ending once subjects cease contact with SCP-5619-A or B, or when either mug becomes empty of its contents. Discovery Log: SCP-5619-A and B were discovered in separate locations, a small apartment in ██████, United States (SCP-5619-A), and a one-story house in ██████, United Kingdom (SCP-5619-B). The Foundation was alerted to the anomaly following the detection of near-identical thaumaturgic frequencies in both respective locations. Further inspection confirmed the phenomena to have been occurring regularly in both locations over a span of four years. The former occupants of each location were found to have moved out several weeks prior. Both parties (Poi-5619-A and B) were later discovered living together in a two-person apartment in █████, United States. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5619" by Penton, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5619. 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-5620 | safe | Item #: SCP-5620 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5620 is to be kept in a standard storage locker in Site-17. Testing is not to occur more than once a week month quarter. Though 5620 is believed to be unique, any other potential instances of 5620 or similar phenomena are to be secured and contained by MTF Iota-6 ("Cavity Fillers"). Update 3/26/20: Testing on SCP-5620 has been indefinitely halted. MTF Iota-6 is now directly working on uncovering and identifying the people behind "Sugarcomb Confectionery." Description: SCP-5620 is a toy oven resembling similar products manufactured in the early 2000s. The oven itself is nonanomalous in make, comprised of metal and plastic with incandescent light bulbs providing the heat source. Rather than coming with premeasured packets like similar toys, SCP-5620 includes a recipe book (SCP-5620-1) designed to be used with common ingredients as well as a simple set of measuring utensils. When prepared on their own recipes are innocuous, but gain the described anomalous properties if prepared with SCP-5620. After baking, any recipe prepared using SCP-5620 comes out looking exactly as pictured in 5620-1, regardless of any mistakes made in the preparation of the recipe or lack of a defining feature. When a subject consumes the cooked food, they begin to experience various anomalous phenomena. Branding on the oven, recipe book, and auxiliary pieces indicate the oven was produced by "Sugarcomb Confectionery (in association with MWDOT, Inc.1)." Addendum 5620-A: Testing log The following table shows the results of initial testing of recipes contained within SCP-5620-1 Recipe Name Preparation Notes Effect upon consumption Additional Information "Fudging Brownies" Recipe contained no leavening agent as commonly used in brownies. D-2837 found themselves unable to make a single truthful statement. Effect ceased after approximately one hour. "Twistiest Pretzels" N/A D-2837 began contorting their body in complex ways amidst protests of discomfort. They seemed to have no control over their body during this time. Effect ceased after 30 minutes. D-2837 requested to be transferred to another anomaly. Request denied. "Rainbow Confetti Cupcakes" Unbaked recipe resembled a simple white cake mix. No dyes or sprinkles were added prior to baking. D-2837 expressed mild stomach pain shortly after consumption. The pain supposedly escalated as loud sounds were heard coming from D-2837's stomach, leading to immediate hospitalization. Foundation doctors discovered copious amounts of small color sprinkles of various kinds in D-2837's stomach. D-2837 is to be amnesticized and transferred to another anomaly following recovery. "Brittlest Peanut Brittle" Brittle is not typically cooked in any sort of oven. Recipe suggested alternative brittles for those with peanut allergies. D-8263 reported no effect at first, but shortly thereafter reported feeling weaker. Upon examination by Foundation doctors, it was discovered that D-8263 had developed Osteogenesis imperfecta2, despite having never been tested for this before. Effect has not ceased after several months. "Jammy Surprise" Recipe contained no picture, but seemed to be meant to make a simple turnover. The information on this recipe reads: "In hopes that this will yield satisfactory tribute for MWDOT." Recipe was not consumed; see Additional Information. The recipe came out of the oven resembling a severed human toe, and as such was not consumed by D-8263. Testing on the toe confirmed it was a genetic match for SCP-████ and was carefully placed into containment as SCP-████-1. Testing is ongoing to see if SCP-████-1 retains ████'s combustive properties. To date, no other connection has been found between SCP-5620 and ████, though confirmation is difficult since ████ breached containment. Due to the nature of ████'s containment breach as well as the results from the "Jammy Surprise," research into Sugarcomb Confectionery's potential connection to known karcist sects is ongoing. Addendum 5620-B: Interview with POI-6870 On April 16th, 2020, Foundation webcrawlers tracked the initialism MWDOT to several users associated with GOI-5869 ("Gamers Against Weed"). None of the involved users agreed to come in for questioning, but shortly thereafter one of the founders (POI-6870) reached out to Foundation authorities with the intent of scheduling a video conference. The conference took place on the 18th of that month, and is transcribed as follows. Dr. Oliveras: Hello. Thank you for reaching out to us, POI-6870. (Pause) Sorry, there doesn't seem to be any video coming from your end. POI-6870: Don't worry about that. Now, uh, what's this I hear about you harassing the gamers? Dr. Oliveras: Harassing is a bit of an over-exaggeration. POI-6870: I thought the agreement was we stay out of your way, we don't harm others, and we don't "pierce the veil," and you leave us to our own devices. I've kept them in line. Am I to understand you're breaking our truce? Dr. Oliveras: We don't see calling in members of your group as a breach of our agreement, especially when said members seem to be connected to a poorly understood anomaly and an as of yet unsolved containment breach. POI-6870: What the hell are you talking about? Dr. Oliveras: Do you recognize this? (Oliveras holds up an image of SCP-5620.) POI-6870: Easy bake oven? What does this have to do with anything? Dr. Oliveras: No? What about this? (Oliveras holds up an image of SCP-████-1.) POI-6870: What is that, a severed toe? What… Oh. Oh no. Dr. Oliveras: So you do recognize it. POI-6870: …Yes and no. What does this have to do with the members you contacted? Dr. Oliveras: Do the letters M-W-D-O-T mean anything to you? (Silence. After a few seconds suppressed laughter can be heard.) POI-6870: Shit. Out of all the things to explain. Before I answer, what does that have to do with the oven? Dr. Oliveras: The oven as well as its accessories claim to be made by "Sugarcomb Confectionery" and MWDOT, Incorporated. "Sugarcomb" is a name we're familiar with. "MWDOT" eludes us. What does it mean? POI-6870: You're gonna think I'm joking. Dr. Oliveras: Mr. Kriyot, just tell us what those letters mean. POI-6870: It stands for "Mother Who Demands One's Toes." (More suppressed laughter can be heard.) Dr. Oliveras: …One of your memes, I presume? POI-6870: That's the funny part. We had nothing to do with that name. We think it comes from the Hand. Dr. Oliveras: What does it mean? POI-6870: Not really sure. Not entirely. From what I can tell, she's this big scary karcist lady. Has a massive halkost, huge following, blah blah blah. Though if Sugarcomb is involved with her… shit, how deep does this conspiracy go? Dr. Oliveras: So you didn't know about Sugarcomb's involvement with this? POI-6870: No dude. I mean, I guess it makes sense they'd be involved, right? They don't really have a rhyme or a reason to what they do. But why would the karcists work with them? Dr. Oliveras: You mentioned the Hand, I presume you mean the GOI known as "The Serpent's Hand." What do they have to do with this? Furthermore, what does your group have to do with this? POI-6870: Yeah, Serpent's Hand are fighting her, we think. Mekhanites, too, it seems. Gamers Against Weed just happens to have a few good sources. Those sources told us what that toe does. And that the other nine do the same thing. (Pause.) Wait, what does the oven have to do with the toe? Dr. Oliveras: SCP-5620 — the oven — produced SCP— the toe, through anomalous means. POI-6870: Huh. Wonder where that toe came from. Dr. Oliveras: You recognized it, so surely you know where the others are. POI-6870: Some of them. The Mekhanites are just trying to play keep away with them, but toe mama still has most of them. A few of them have blown up. But with the reveal that you have one, well, that throws everything we know into question. (Dr. Oliveras begins to speak but is interrupted.) Wait, I think I get it now! The karcists want to create more toes, because they think it will please her. But I'm betting it doesn't create new toes, it just summons them. (Laughter can be heard.) This is the most incredibly stupid thing I've ever heard. Dr. Oliveras: Do you know what the… mother… plans on doing with them? POI-6870: Hmmm… I don't think that's the right question. I don't think she wants to do anything with them. I think the proper question is "what do her followers plan on doing with them?" (POI-6870 disconnected immediately following this and has not responded to further attempts to contact him or GOI-5869) #toesplosion2020 toejamcon2020 [[| Single: [untitled]]] Footnotes 1. 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SCP-5621 | 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; } Anomalous Item Entry Item #: SCP-5621 Special Containment Procedures Due to the immobile nature of SCP-5621, the pool complex at Calvin University is marked as closed at this time. The entrance to basement level is to be locked at all times. Foundation agents are to be inserted into the University security staff in order to ensure that no unauthorized personnel attempt to access SCP-5621. Students or faculty who become too curious should be dissuaded with Class-F amnestics. See [Addendum 1 - Containment Record] Description SCP-5621 is an anomalous alchemic imprint occurring at Calvin University in Grand Rapids, Michigan. SCP-5621 is imprinted upon the swimming pool within the Ed Taylor gym complex. With some regular frequency, SCP-5621 will cause the water within the pool to be unable to break surface tension through anomalous alchemic means. This effect can occur at any time. See [Addendum 2 - Alchemic Report on Aetheric Entity]. SCP-5621 has been observed to exhibit this behavior almost exclusively when at least one human is within the pool. Invariably, this phenomenon has led to the death of the subject, without extreme precautions such as those taken during testing procedures. At least six deaths have been recorded at this time due to SCP-5621, with several others suspected to involve SCP-5621. Draining the water which SCP-5621 inhabits does not remove the effect. See [Addendum 3 - Testing and Observation Log]. SCP-5621 is believed to be the remaining consciousness of █████ ████████ (hereafter referred to as SCP-5621-1) who was a student at Calvin University from 2015 to 2017. SCP-5621-1 was a third-string member of the collegiate swim team. SCP-5621-1 died due to drowning in 2017, which was deemed an accident by local authorities. Foundation investigations can be found in [Addendum 4 - Investigation Log]. Attached Addenda Addendum 1 - Containment Log SCP-5621 was first brought to the Foundation’s attention when a routine scan of local news and blog posts discovered a significant uptick in the number of deaths due to drowning at Calvin University’s Pool. Foundation agents were dispatched to investigate. Please see attached transcript of an interview in which Foundation agents witnessed SCP-5621’s anomalous effect firsthand. ▶ Interview Log - Agents Denton & McDowell ▼ Close Log Interviewers: Agent Sam Denton, Agent Jim McDowell Interviewee: ███████ Chambers, a student at Calvin University. Transcription is provided by a combination of security footage, and recording devices on the agents. BEGIN TRANSCRIPTION Chambers was floating on the edge of the pool, holding on to the edge. Agent Denton: To be clear, this was one of the members of the swim team, not some random student? Chambers: Yeah, Nick was a really good guy. He was the best on the team, no one really expected him to drown. Agent McDowell: Was he alone at the time? Chambers: I’m not sure, I think they found him…well, floating in the pool the next morning. I think swim team members get access to the pool 24/7 or something. Agent McDowell: And you’re sure that there was no one there? This couldn’t have been foul play? Chambers: I really doubt it. No one’s a saint, but most people liked Nick. Huge jock, but he was part of the chapter of ACM too. Had friends among just about everyone on campus. Agent Denton: Anything else you can think of that would give us a clue what happened? Chambers thinks for a minute, then shakes his head. Chambers: Sorry, officer….? Agent Denton: Agent Holly. Thanks for your time, Mr. Chambers. Have a good swim. Chambers detaches from the wall and resumes swimming laps while the two agents converse. Agent McDowell: I dunno, Sam. This feels weird. I’m pretty sure this is just straight up murder or something. Agent Denton: Seems that way. Nothing really indicates something anomalous. I guess we’re hopping the next train out of— Both agents look down at their hands, where they wear Foundation-issue Thaumic/Aetheroglyph rings, which begin vibrating. Both agents look out over the pool. Chambers can be seen thrashing in the far end of the pool, the water stretching around his mouth which is stretched towards the surface of the water. The surface tension stretches but does not break. Agent McDowell: Sam! Agent Denton: I’m on it! Agent Denton jumps off of the edge of the pool, and towards the water. He lands with an audible thud, and slides across the surface of the water, as if it were ice. He orients himself for a moment, before scrambling over to where Chambers is panicking. Agent Denton claws at the surface of the water ineffectually. Chambers drowns seventeen seconds later. End Transcription Following this incident, Foundation agents within Calvin University had SCP-5621 declared off-limits, and sealed the area entirely. A sizable donation was made under the Salvation Crisis Protectorate corporate umbrella, to facilitate a new pool facility. Foundation agents monitored the new facility for any sign of SCP-5621 contamination, but at this time it appears localized to SCP-5621 itself. Agents Denton and McDowell stayed on-site for several weeks until a permanent Foundation security presence could be established. Addendum 2 - Alchemic Report on SCP-5621 ▶ Alchemic Report - SCP-5621 ▼ Close Report Prepared by the Department of Science - Alchemy Division Reporter: Arturo Genuomo Position: Journeyman Alchemist - Seventh Circle SCP-5621 was presented to the Department of Alchemy for study on 14/07/2017. With the assistance of several other esteemed colleagues, we have determined that SCP-5621 is most likely the latent aetheric remains of SCP-5621-1. The specific form this anomaly takes is consistent with several other aetheric imprints observed throughout the world. (See Document-ALC-2521 and Document-ALC-1777 for examples). In layman's terms, SCP-5621 is a "ghost" left upon an object. In this case, SCP-5621. Director Diaghilev concurs with my assessment that SCP-5621-1 was a latent alchemic talent who had not received the proper training to harness his abilities. It would also explain his talent for swimming, as SCP-5621-1 was most likely an aequeous affinity. Several alchemic reductions and rituals were attempted to establish contact with SCP-5621-1 within SCP-5621; however, it appears that SCP-5621 is merely an imprint of SCP-5621-1, lacking any cogent personality. Its apparent malice would have to be explained through more terrestrial investigations. Entities like this generally appear malefic if the circumstances of their death are violent or premature. Our suggested course of action would be to identify the cause of death of SCP-5621-1 and ensure they are not also the cause of SCP-5621's anomaly. Signed: Arturo Genuomo Addendum 3 - Testing Log Following the incident within Addendum 1, testing of SCP-5621's anomaly was undertaken with extreme precautions. Foundation divers entered SCP-5621 to conduct tests, both with bottled oxygen and emergency air lines in case of prolonged anomalous activity. ▶ Show Testing Log ▼ Close Log Test: Foundation divers enter SCP-5621 in shifts until anomaly presents itself. Time to anomalous activity: 27 minutes. Length of anomalous activity: 1 hour, 17 minutes. Description: After a duration of one hour, seventeen minutes, SCP-5621's effect ended abruptly and Foundation divers were able to exit SCP-5621. Emergency supplies were not required. Air hoses deemed sufficient, as the surface tension did not preclude their flow. This test was repeated several times to establish a baseline of the anomaly, with an average time to effect of 22 minutes, and an average duration of 1 hour, 7 minutes. Test: Foundation divers enter SCP-5621 in shifts until anomaly presents itself. 1500 kg weight dropped from high dive board. Time to anomalous activity: 17 minutes. Length of anomalous activity: 11 minutes. Description: When Foundation divers indicated the effect had begun, a 1500kg weight was dropped from the high dive board on to SCP-5621. The surface of the water buckled significantly, but did not break tension. Duration of effect was observed to be significantly shorter than previous tests. Test: D-Class personnel floated on the surface of the water, until anomalous effect presented itself. Time to anomalous activity: 1 hour, 11 minutes. Length of anomalous activity: 1 hour, 47 minutes. Description: D-74810 was instructed to sit in a Foundation provided flotation device, which left her suspended at the waist within SCP-5621. Foundation divers indicated that SCP-5621's effect had begun, and D-74810 did not report any significant effects on her person. She found it mildly difficult to exit SCP-5621, and the water on her clothing appeared to "cling" to her person for several seconds after exiting SCP-5621. Test: Water was drained from SCP-5621 and refilled. Time to anomalous activity: 51 minutes after refilling SCP-5621 Length of anomalous activity: 1 hour, 17 minutes. Description: SCP-5621's effect was not diminished in any appreciable way during this test. No further testing is considered required at this time, and all requests for approval should be directed to the current Containment Coordinator for SCP-5621. Addendum 4 - Investigation Log During the course of containment of SCP-5621, the Foundation undertook a significant investigation, under the advice of Journeyman Genuomo. The potential cause of death of SCP-5621-1 was assumed to be foul play based on the Journeyman's report, and as such Agents Denton and McDowell conducted an investigation during the initial containment phases. Agents Denton and McDowell collected physical and aetheric evidence over a period of several weeks. After submitting a report to Foundation agents, a suspect was identified based on patterns of entry to the complex, and a combination of electronic and visual surveillance. Michael Stahlmeyer was brought in for questioning in conjunction with SCP-5621-1's death, with Agents Denton and McDowell interviewing. ▶ Show Interview Log ▼ Close Log Interview Log Interview Purpose: Confirm cause of death; confirm perpetrator for followup observation. Interviewer: Agent Sam Denton, Agent Jim McDowell Interviewee: Michael Stahlmeyer, Senior at Calvin University BEGIN TRANSCRIPTION Agent Denton: Good afternoon, Michael. We'd like to ask you a few questions about the death of one of your teammates if you're alright with that? Stahlmeyer: I don't like to think about it, but alright. Agent Denton: Do you know why so many of your teammates have been drowning in your school pool? Stahlmeyer looks visibly uncomfortable. Stahlmeyer: Look, college sports are…they're like a giant business these days. There's so much pressure. Maybe they're overworking themselves? Maybe they…cracked. Stahlmeyer visibly breaks eye contact with Agent Denton Agent Denton: Right. And it doesn't help when one of their teammates kills them, right? Stahlmeyer shudders Stahlmeyer: Excuse me? Are you implying I had something to do with █████'s death? Agent McDowell: Not implying. Accusing, and asserting. You poisoned your teammate with a tiny bit of botulism and GHB, then dumped him in the pool. The drugs burned out of his system before the autopsy. Stahlmeyer: Fuck you, man, how fucking dare you!? I want my lawyer, I know my rights. Agent McDowell leans across the table Agent McDowell: We're not the cops, kid. We're not the feds either. You have no rights with us, and you're not going anywhere until you explain why you did it. I don't know if you realize this, but your bullshit is what's killing all of your friends on the team still. Stahlmeyer leans back, shaken Stahlmeyer: What?! What the hell are you talking about? Agent McDowell: You didn't think it was strange that after you drowned your buddy, everyone started dying? Agent Denton: See, Jim and I can't figure it out. He wasn't getting better grades than you. You were ahead of him in every category on the leaderboards. Hell, you were getting laid with half the cheerleading team, so it wasn't a girl. So why? Stahlmeyer bursts into tears, and his voice begins to shake Stahlmeyer: You don't understand, how much pressure we're under. How hard they push us. There's so much to perform, to get better, to do more. Agent Denton: Rrrrright. Yes. But you were ahead of him by a decent amount. He wasn't even on the first string. Stahlmeyer: Didn't you see his times when he joined the team? He's getting so much better, so much…faster. In a couple years, he would have been a serious Olympic contender. He would have jeopardized my chances of going to the Olympics. Agent McDowell: So let me get this straight. You killed your teammate, and unleashed a highly dangerous anomaly…because you were scared someone might work hard and become as good as, or better than you? Stahlmeyer: Anomaly? What? I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but yes, sure, I did it. I admit it. I don't care anymore, I can't handle the fucking guilt, just take me to jail or whatever. Agent McDowell scoffs Agent McDowell: Kid, we're not the cops. You get to live with the guilt of getting away with murdering your teammate. Have fun with that. Stahlmeyer reacts with visible shock. Stahlmeyer: Wait, you're just… no, but… Agent Denton: Oh, and you get to live with the fact that because of you, six other people are dead. Have fun with the guilt, buddy. Both agents leave the room. Stahlmeyer begins sobbing. Foundation agents return Stahlmeyer to the edge of Calvin University's campus several hours later. Targeted amnestics were administered to remove any knowledge of anomalous activity, or the Foundation. Memories of the murder, and knowledge of responsibility of the six murders, were unaffected. END TRANSCRIPT Following this interview, Michael Stahlmeyer was put under observation for the foreseeable future. No further anomalous activity has been found around him. Observation ongoing. |
SCP-5622 | safe | Item #: SCP-5622 Special Containment Procedures: Any information regarding the current whereabouts of SCP-5622-A are to be investigated by a Foundation detective. Following the events of Addendum 5622-5, the computer storing SCP-5622 is to be contained within an inanimate object containment unit. If any non-human entity is observed within 5583 Custobidus Street or SCP-5622-A’s previous prison cell, SCP-5622's containment procedures, and description are to be revised to note the aforementioned entity. Description: SCP-5622 is a digital folder labeled "Your Indoor Neighbor", stored within a Dell XPS 13 laptop. SCP-5622 contains a series of Word documents referred to as SCP-5622-1, which are written in a standard letter format. The apparent narrator of SCP-5622-1 resides within 5583 Custobidus Street, Syracuse, NY. Although no physical proof of the aforementioned narrator exists, research staff are reminded that the events within Addendum 5622-1, 3, 4, and 5 would imply otherwise. SCP-5622-A is a non-anomalous human female by the name “Analiese Gilowski” and is the previous owner of 5583 Custobidus Street, and the computer in which SCP-5622 exists. Recovery Log: SCP-5622-A contacted their local police station, complaining of a stalker within their place of residence. The call was deemed a false police report and SCP-5622-A was charged with a misdemeanor. Two weeks proceeding this event, SCP-5622-A contacted the police again. A human femur was found within 5583 Custobidus Street and SCP-5622-A was arrested and interrogated. Being found guilty of first-degree murder, they were sent to Groveland Correctional Facility and remained incarcerated until the events of Addendum 5622-5. The nature of the breach drew the Foundation's attention, and SCP-5622 was discovered after a thorough investigation. Addendum 5622-1: The following entries are the remaining SCP-5622-1 files. The context within the files indicates that there were additional manifestations, although they were likely deleted by either SCP-5622-A or SCP-5622 itself. Succeeding SCP-5622-A‘s initial contact to their police station, they downloaded a webcam software that takes photographs while the laptop is unlocked. Entry 5622-1 Hide Entry 5622-1 Dear Anny, I was scared you had patched up the hole behind the fridge. Sometimes I just lay there until my teeth start chattering. I try not to let you hear, but I think you do anyway. You left some old fruit out in a bin yesterday. I didn't think you'd miss it, so I spread my fingers in it. It was fun, just mashing my fingers in the old fruit, but then it started smelling really bad and I stopped. Oh! I almost forgot! Today I found a mouse in one of your traps. He was still alive, so I got a chance to play with him before he started stinking. I left it on your cupboard so you could play with it too when you have the time. I wish you had the time to play as you used to when you were scared. Remember those times where you would spend hours looking for me around the house? Why don't we do that anymore? Wishing we could play, Your Indoor Neighbor Entry 5622-2 Hide Entry 5622-2 Dear Anny, You do odd things sometimes. Like how you sleep under your covers now. Like how you have stopped reading my little letters. It's actually kind of rude, but I don't mind. It's like our little secret, except it's just mine I suppose. That's kind of the same with a lot of things. That dead mouse was meant for you, but eventually, it got dirty and I couldn't resist. That one will be our little secret. Speaking of little secrets, I just can't keep this from you any longer. Oooh! This is so fun! Do you remember when you had that one guy over? Terrible manners, but you do have an odd choice in guests. When I saw him come in I was scared. What was I going to do? What if he found me? I was scared. I was going to hurt him, but any friend of yours is a friend of mine. I watched him talk to you. It got really quiet, and then you shook your head, and he was screaming, and you were crying. And then he left, and you threw a little box he gave you on the ground. Then, I knew he wasn't your friend. The weirdest thing was, he didn't really even struggle once he was under the porch! He squirmed, of course, but he was crying more than anything. Well, once you went up to the bed, I snuck him inside, and then I squeezed him into the vent. Do you know how you save things for eating sometimes, and you put them in the fridge? Well, I had no fridge, so I made do with what I had. The smell did get bad, but I think it added a nice aura to the place that you were somewhat missing before. I hope you like the smell too, Your Indoor Neighbor Entry 5622-3 Hide Entry 5622-3 Dear Anny, I was trying to balance a tooth on my finger, but then I heard a strange noise. I took the long way down to the main floor. Good thing too, because I could see you tearing apart the vent with an ax. I thought you needed it. You do strange things sometimes. You seemed upset when you finally got through, which seems a bit weird, as you seemed so intent on getting into it anyway. Some strange men came inside and took you away. I was scared you were never coming back. I was scared I would go back to how I was without you. I was almost about to finish the last of the bones when I remembered that you will be back. You'll come back. I just noticed this flashing light on the laptop. I'm going to try covering it up with my hand. I can still see the red through my fingers. Is the red light why you've been so upset? I'm here whenever you need me, Your Indoor Neighbor Addendum 5622-2: SCP-5622-A has been incarcerated for being guilty of first-degree murder. Their testimony to convince the jury otherwise was deemed false; the information is insufficient to either prove or disprove the existence of the "Indoor Neighbor". Addendum 5622-3: The following document was found stored on the prison's Head Officer's work computer. They dismissed it as a prank. Dear guardian, I remember those grocery bags Anny used to bring in. When it rained, sometimes the bags would break and everything would spill out and make a mess. I am that bag. You don't understand, I need her. I'll go back to how I was before her, a monster, no, a murderer. If you don't give her back, I will make your home mine. I will find her. You can't hide her. She's scared of you. I can smell it from here. From, Your Indoor Neighbor Addendum 5622-4: SCP-5622-A made several complaints of a putrid smell emanating from their cell’s ventilation system. Subsequent investigation revealed a human femur with some residual soft tissue at the base of the shaft feeding SCP-5622-A’s cell. Genetic testing of the femur is ongoing. Addendum 5622-5: SCP-5622-A breached security and has not been located. Security cameras within SCP-5622-A's hallway were cut two days prior to the event and were being replaced the next day. No traces of SCP-5622-A's escape exist, save for two screws missing from their ventilation grate, and the following audio file, captured from a neighboring cell. Begin Log: Unidentified Voice: Hello Anny. [A metalic impact is heard] SCP-5622-A: Who- what the hell? Unidentified Voice: I have waited so long to finally meet you in person. SCP-5622-A: What the hell? Help please! Unidentified Voice: I hope that we can still stay friends after I let you be kidnapped and all, but you did keep me waiting for a long time. Now we have all the time we need! SCP-5622-A: No, no, please. Leave me alone. Unidentified Voice: You have no idea how much I've wanted a friend like you. SCP-5622-A: Help me! [A similar metallic impact is heard, proceeding several receding thuds] End Log Recovered webcam image has been appended to this file. Would you like to view? Hide webcam image ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5622" by Supposedly Spooky, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5622. 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: recoveredfile.jpg Author: Magic8Ball04 does not match any existing user name (Me) License: Own work Source Link: Own work Derivative of: NA |
SCP-5623 | ticonderoga | Item #: SCP-5623 Special Containment Procedures: All deep-space observatories are to be monitored by remote sensing and imaging satellites in low Earth orbit. The production and trade of new deep-space telescopes and satellites has been limited to companies where a sufficient number of undercover Foundation personnel are present in order to successfully implant a Binary_Star.aic file in all related hardware. All images of SCP-5623 are to be intercepted by the Foundation AI "Binary Star", saved in the Foundation database, and subsequently deleted from public records. Those who witness the anomaly are to be administered Class B amnestics. Description: SCP-5623 is the first extraterrestrial spacecraft observed by the Foundation and was discovered 54 years before the first manmade spacecraft1 and 57 years before the first manned spacecraft2 existed. SCP-5623 has a frame in the form of an oblate spheroid with an outer chamber on the bottom side which presumably serves as a control room. Discovery: On 28 August 1903, Foundation Astronomers observed SCP-5623 near the Orion Nebula in the Milky Way Galaxy through a telescope. SCP-5623 has not been sighted since its discovery by any telescope or spatial equipment. Other cosmic phenomena have led Foundation Astronomers to hypothesize that SCP-5623 was pulled in by the gravity of a red dwarf star and upon impact, ceased to exist alongside the star. The proposal to change its object class to neutralized is still pending. Insert Level 4 Credentials Footnotes 1. The first satellite, Sputnik 1 was launched on 4 October 1957. 2. The first manned spaceflight took place on 12 April 1961 when Yuri Gagarin was launched as part of the Vostok 1 mission. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5623" by Sirslash47, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5623. 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: ZeppelinBW Name: Luftschiff Graf Zeppelin LZ 127 Author: German Federal Archives / Deutsches Bundesarchiv License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: wikimedia commons Attribution as in source link: Bundesarchiv, Bild 102-00951 / CC-BY-SA 3.0 Filename: Background image by url (not uploaded as file) Name: Orion Nebula - Hubble 2006 mosaic 18000 Author: NASA, ESA, M. Robberto (Space Telescope Science Institute/ESA) and the Hubble Space Telescope Orion Treasury Project Team License: Public domain Source Link: wikimedia commons Additional Note: The module somehow mirrors the image which I don't mind, but I cannot explain this. Also if the image causes issues in general (I used not the full quality photo from the Hubble Space Telescope so it should be fine), I can change it for a lower quality one. |
SCP-5624 | safe | A non-anomalous copy of SCP-5624 Item#: SCP-5624 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5624 is to be kept in a standard containment locker at Site-59. Experimentation is permitted with approval from Director Naismith. As of 5/20/21, SCP-5624 is not to be scanned with photographs under any circumstances. Description: SCP-5624 is a 2 cm x 6 cm paper cutout depicting a small grayscale caricature of a man with glasses. Analysis of SCP-5624 has indicated that the image was made with an inkjet printer; however, inkjet copies of SCP-5624 do not possess the original anomalous effects. When SCP-5624 is laid over another image with a computer scanner, the resulting scan will have altered the original image's content. This effect is most prominent in comic strips, or any other image depicting at least two "characters." The presence of SCP-5624 will nullify any conflict between the characters, or introduce some new aspect of wholesomeness and gratitude. In order for this to occur, SCP-5624 must be superimposed in the image's negative space. Recovery Log: SCP-5624 was brought to the Foundation's attention from the Tumblr webcomic "Mr. Goodtimes & the Quest for Multiversal Peace," a series of newspaper comic strips altered by SCP-5624. Following an investigation, the blog was shut down, the owner was amnesticized, and SCP-5624 was confiscated. Addendum 1 — Examples of SCP-5624 alterations from the original website Strip series Original Content SCP-5624 placement Result The Lockhorns Leroy Lockhorn sits in his recliner. Loretta Lockhorn complains. Caption: "I call this sculpture: 'Disappointment in Repose.'" The space directly to the right of Loretta. Leroy and Loretta embrace, smiling and crying. Loretta speaks. Caption: "God, we're a mess, aren't we? But I wouldn't have it any other way." Calvin and Hobbes Calvin's father returns home during winter. Several sculptures of murdered snowmen are in the yard, while a snow-wizard sculpture laughs maniacally. Calvin's father thinks to himself: "I don't think they're assigning Calvin enough homework." In the snow next to the family car. Calvin and his father work together on a gorier snowman display. Calvin remarks: "Don't forget the entrails. Snowstradamus likes to make an example of his enemies." Calvin's father thinks to himself: "I don't know what I was missing!" Garfield Jon calls one of his dates on the telephone. Getting rejected, he hangs up the phone and sobs. Garfield thinks to himself: "Maybe the 407th call was overdoing it." Central panel, behind Jon. Jon says "…actually, never mind, I'm not interested." on the phone in the first panel. After hanging up, he hugs Garfield, saying "Who needs dating? I got all the love I need right here." Garfield smiles and thinks "Darn right you do." Peanuts Snoopy sits on top of his doghouse and pretends he's fighting the Red Baron in World War I. In the sky next to Snoopy. Snoopy shakes hands with an identical dog wearing a pickelhaube, narrating: "Having finally brokered peace with Kaiser Wilhelm II, our hero returns home with hope in his heart for a brighter future. The World rejoices at an end to the years of senseless bloodshed that have engulfed Europe. " In the background, Lucy can be seen allowing Charlie Brown to kick the football. Addendum 2 — Examples of SCP-5624 alterations from Foundation experimentation Image Original Content SCP-5624 placement Result A photocopy of Judith and Holofernes by Artemisia Gentileschi Judith and a servant woman work together to decapitate Holofernes, who is sleeping, with a knife. In the background. A weeping and repentant Holofernes kneels to Judith, laying down his weapons at her feet (presumably to apologize for trying to destroy her hometown of Bethulia). Judith, also weeping, places a merciful hand on his shoulder. A photocopy of a World War I propaganda poster "DESTROY THIS MAD BRUTE" — a snarling ape wears a helmet labeled "MILITARISM" and brandishes a bloody club labeled "KULTUR" while carrying off a half-naked woman — "ENLIST — US ARMY" In the background. "BE NICE TO APES" — a smiling ape wears a helmet labeled "APE HAT" and holds a submarine sandwich while a half-naked woman combs his fur — "THEY'RE DOING THEIR BEST" A photograph of D-59183 and D-29387, taken at Site-59 on 5/19/21, taken for the purpose of experimentation with SCP-5624. As instructed, D-59183 and D-29387 stand next to each other in an empty room. The space to the left of D-59183. D-59183 is dead, and D-29387 kneels next to his corpse, sobbing. [See Addendum 3] Addendum 3 - Moratorium on Photographic Testing On 5/20/21, immediately following the scan of the photograph with SCP-5624, D-59183 was found dead in his cell. Cause of death was determined to be drowning in black ink. Despite confirmed reports of D-59813 having reported for other experiments two hours prior, the state of decomposition indicated that he had been dead for at least 17 hours — since the time the photograph was taken. Date: 5/20/21 Interviewer: Researcher Charlton Interviewed: D-29387 <begin log> Charlton: We'd like to ask you a few questions regarding the photograph yesterday. [D-29387 trembles at the mention of the photograph, remaining silent. His breathing becomes quicker.] Charlton: If you do not cooperate with— D-29387: Fuck off, you know what happened. You were there when the picture was taken. Charlton: I was, but I was not in the picture. You were. We have reason to believe that what you saw, and what I saw, are two different things. D-29387: So you think I'm insane? Charlton: I don't have the right degree on my wall to make that decision. No judgments are being made here — all the same, you're not leaving this room until we have your version of events. D-29387: Goddammit. Okay, fine. Where are we starting? Charlton: Of the two of you who came into the photograph — [D-29387 breaks down, sobbing.] Charlton: …I suppose this means you're aware of what happened to D-59813. D-29387: Brad. Charlton: The names of D-class are confidential. D-29387: He told me. Charlton: Records indicate that the time you and D-59— Brad knew each other begun at the time of the shooting, and you had no contact prior. And yet — were you close? D-29387: He's the only reason I made it out of there. Charlton: The room where the photograph took place? D-29387: No. The place we were pulled into. I thought you would have seen that part, at least. Charlton: That's why we want to know what you saw. D-29387: I'm not sure how much time went by. By the time we broke out, only an instant had passed — but I swear it was a few months, at least. Apparently some of the other people there were still waiting to get out of the lake on their own, once Mr. Goodtimes "approved" — Brad taught me how to fight my way out instead. He even tried to attack Goodtimes himself on the way out — didn't go too well, obviously. Charlton: Can you tell me more about this "lake"? [D-29387 hesitates.] D-29387: …gimme a minute. I'm still raw from all this. Charlton: Take your time. Maybe changing the subject would help - who was "Mr. Goodtimes?" Was he a man with glasses? [D-29387 nods.] Charlton: Did he look like a — D-29387: Cartoon character. No anger in his voice, just said he was "here to help" and dragged us into his little lake — smiling the whole time. The lake was… cold. Wet. The ground was covered in this thick layer of black mud that stained our clothes. Sky was pure white. Smelled like newspaper and blood. No horizon, just more black and white. The mud felt solid beneath our feet, but the more we walked forward, the more it pulled us in, and the arms kept coming and… [D-29387 hesitates, breaking into a cold sweat.] …look, I never knew Brad before all this went down. But you work that hard to get out of the lake with someone for that long, and he's gonna be the brother you never knew you had. All the problems you had outside the lake don't matter no more, there's only the fight to escape — and all the dreams of what you'll do once you break out. Though sometimes, when I put it that way, I feel we played right into Goodtimes's little lesson plan. Charlton: Which is? D-29387: "Be good to each other. Or die." <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5624" by daveyoufool, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5624. 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-5625 | keter | a hopeful romantic That's Sonderance, for the record. See more of his stuff here. 1/5625 LEVEL 1/5625 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5625 keter Special Containment Procedures: All contained samples of SCP-5625 are currently stored at Site-66. Contact tracing is in progress to recognize and address civilian contraction of SCP-5625. In the event of an outbreak, Curable Anomalous Disease Protocol 3 should be implemented. TEM micrograph of SCP-5625 Description: SCP-5625 is a human-contractable negative-strand RNA virus that attacks the central nervous system of its host. Individuals infected with SCP-5625 typically display unfamiliarity with basic concepts, as well as a slight cough. An antiviral regimen has been proven to halt the progression of SCP-5625 infection and is currently in the final phase of testing. SCP-5625 infection was initially diagnosed in Jason Nemo, an Anomaly Registration Agent assigned to Processing Facility 6. Agent Nemo was apprehended while attempting to register his own nose as an anomalous growth. After confirming that his lack of recognition was genuine, Agent Nemo’s cough led site management to preemptively institute a quarantine for fear of a contagious anomalous phenomenon. To date, 187 Anomaly Registration Agents based in Processing Facility 6 have been diagnosed with SCP-5625 infection. Addendum: The following operational announcement has been logged due to its relevant content as required by RAISA Statute ID9807-E. OPERATION NACIREMA The average Anomaly Registration Agent identifies and registers about one anomaly every two weeks, on average. Considering that there is no known origin or initial date of infection for SCP-5625, there could be years’ worth of non-anomalous materials and organisms in our system. An overhaul is imperative. An ad-hoc Task Force has been formed for this purpose: Assistant Researcher Alma Cortez – Quality Assurance Agent Assistant Researcher Satomi Yamamoto – Quality Assurance Agent Dr. Sullivan Boru, DDS – Remote Administrative Liaison The core action item for this Task Force is to reconsider all objects and entities registered by agents with known cases of SCP-5625 infection. Erroneously registered entries will be processed at the discretion of Dr. Boru, with all relevant documentation automatically uploaded to SCP-5625's file. Addendum 5625-1: The following reports have been logged by Operation Nacirema's Quality Assurance Agents as instances of erroneous registration as anomalous living entities. RegID: ENT006-539424 Agent ID: ANREG86134072 Registration Description: Rat with overly hairy tail. Capable of coercing the elderly to feed it. Ay, first non-anom spotted! Dr. Boru, here’s a squirrel for you. Am I doing this right? ~ Satomi Yes, this format works. As long as you explain what it is, I can get it out of our system and into the proper channels. I think this little guy’s going to end up in the park. [Sully] RegID: ENT006-443808 Agent ID: ANREG94063745 Registration Description: A fragile, patterned rock. When left alone, the limbs and head of a small creature emerge from it. The creature proceeds to drag the rock around. Hermit crab. - Assistant Researcher Alma Cortez RegID: ENT006-740678 Agent ID: ANREG83521120 Registration Description: Tall, spotted creature with horns and hooves. Primarily eats leaves. Giraffe! Not gonna lie, finding these can be a little bit of a rush. ~ Satomi RegID: ENT006-571350 Agent ID: ANREG21201978 Registration Description: Powerful sociomancer. Capable of dissolving any romantic union. Divorce lawyer. They really couldn’t do this with an AI or automated code? - Assistant Researcher Alma Cortez Turns out Foundation AICs don’t have the knowledge base required for this level of analysis. Sorry, Cortez. We’re all in this for the long run. [Sully] Addendum: The following email was sent to an account currently assigned to this document. To: Operation Nacirema Documentation ([email protected]) From: Mailer Daemon ([email protected]) Subject: Email Delivery Error The recipient of the following email could not be found. It has been forwarded to this account by default. For more details, please contact [email protected]. To: Sullivan Boru ([email protected]) From: Ostra-Nenny! ([email protected]) Subject: Welcome! Hello, Dr. Boru! I’m Ostra-Nenny, your personal productivity maestro! I know it can be difficult managing a group of strangers, and I’m here to make sure that everything runs smoothly! Why not start by getting to know your new team? Based on their web activity, you could talk to Satomi Yamamoto about vine compilation videos or why do horses look like that! You could also get to know Alma Cortez by discussing their interest in how to cope with a frustrating job assignment or classical music 10 hours! That’s all I have for now, but I’ll be checking in every once in a while with updates and tips on how to take your team’s performance to the next level! Talk to you later! Ostra-Nenny, Productivity Support Addendum 5625-2: The following reports have been logged by Operation Nacirema's Quality Assurance Agents as instances of erroneous registration as anomalous locations or geographical phenomena. RegID: GEO006-318676 Agent ID: ANREG99126962 Registration Description: A park in New Jersey where entities dressed as soldiers in the Civil War often reappear. Passers-by tend to act interested but not concerned. War re-enactment. Is there any chance I can work remotely on this Task Force? - Assistant Researcher Alma Cortez Sorry, InfoSec wouldn’t allow the remote access you’d need. They’re barely okay with me having it. [Sully] RegID: GEO006-696716 Agent ID: ANREG16773901 Registration Description: Building that seemingly never ends. Considerably larger than any other I’ve ever seen. Tricky one, but this is the Boeing factory in Washington! As a warning, Dr. Boru, I’m officially competing with Cortez to see who can find the most non-anoms. Mind keeping score for us? ~ Satomi Already got the scoreboard set up. I respect your attempts to make “non-anoms” a real term. [Sully] RegID: GEO006-578076 Agent ID: ANREG01698479 Registration Description: Undulating colorful spirit in the sky. Aurora borealis. Please ignore anything that Yamamoto has said about me. Spending more than a week checking data will drive anybody insane. - Assistant Researcher Alma Cortez Noted. [Sully] RegID: GEO006-802777 Agent ID: ANREG16773901 Registration Description: URGENT – The edge of earth, only water and void, the end! The ocean! Weird one. Oh, and ignore anything Cortez’s been saying! She’s just sick of hanging out with me all day. :) ~ Satomi Noted. [Sully] Addendum: The following email was sent to an account currently assigned to this document. To: Operation Nacirema Documentation ([email protected]) From: Mailer Daemon ([email protected]) Subject: Email Delivery Error The recipient of the following email could not be found. It has been forwarded to this account by default. For more details, please contact [email protected]. To: Sullivan Boru ([email protected]) From: Ostra-Nenny! ([email protected]) Subject: Update! Hello, Dr. Boru! It’s Ostra-Nenny, your personal productivity gourmand! Just popping in to let you know how things are going! Looks like Alma Cortez has been a real rock star! They spend 92% of their time on officially sanctioned Foundation sites! They do occasionally spend their time looking up things like how to tell if a coworker is into you and best organizational software for mac, but it's okay to take a break every once in a while! Looks like Satomi Yamamoto hasn't been working as hard as they should! They spend 64% of their time on officially sanctioned Foundation sites! I'd recommend talking to them and seeing why they keep getting distracted by things like girl in red tour dates and bad jokes that make people laugh! That's all for now! Talk to you later! Ostra-Nenny, Productivity Support Addendum 5625-3: The following reports have been logged by Operation Nacirema's Quality Assurance Agents as instances of erroneous registration as anomalous media. RegID: MED006-339545 Agent ID: ANREG21201978 Registration Description: Book that causes a sense of unease, as if something is missing. A translation of Georges Perec's novel La Disparition. Notably, the entire book is written without once using the letter 'e'. - Alma Cortez Nice catch! [Sully] RegID: MED006-139962 Agent ID: ANREG65137046 Registration Description: A movie that is somewhere between animation and live-action. No idea how they made this one. Perfectly normal copy of A Scanner Darkly. Based on the novel by the same name by Philip K. Dick, an author I could never really get into. Admittedly, the rotoscoping does make me a bit queasy. But I don't think that's anomalous. - Alma Cortez RegID: MED006-053329 Agent ID: ANREG21201978 Registration Description: A popular television series that depicts several entities contained by the Foundation with alarming accuracy. This appeared to be a deluxe box-set of The X-Files. But just to be super sure that it isn't anomalous, Cortez and I are planning to watch it all together. Including, in the name of thoroughness, all 20 hours of bonus material. I know it sounds like a headache, but it's worth it to make sure this isn't going to cause an information leak. ~ Tomi I certainly appreciate you two going above and beyond. In the future, though, feel free to not go so far, alright? I'd like to get through these records in my lifetime. [Sully] Addendum: The following email was sent to an account currently assigned to this document. To: Operation Nacirema Documentation ([email protected]) From: Mailer Daemon ([email protected]) Subject: Email Delivery Error The recipient of the following email could not be found. It has been forwarded to this account by default. For more details, please contact [email protected]. To: Sullivan Boru ([email protected]) From: Ostra-Nenny! ([email protected]) Subject: Update! Hello, Dr. Boru! It's Ostra-Nenny, your personal productivity oracle! Just popping in to let you know how things are going! Uh-oh! Looks like Alma Cortez could use a boost! Their productivity has fallen to 83%! Maybe you should talk to them about their recent searches for good shows to watch with friends and how to ask out a coworker! Uh-oh! Looks like Satomi Yamamoto could use a boost! Their productivity has fallen to 48%! Maybe you should talk to them about their recent searches for x files true story and is dating a coworker a bad idea even if i want to! That's all for now! Talk to you later! Ostra-Nenny, Productivity Support Addendum 5625-4: The following reports have been logged by Operation Nacirema's Quality Assurance Agents as instances of erroneous registration as anomalous abstract concepts. RegID: ABS006-555347 Agent ID: ANREG05685253 Registration Description: An unnerving sense that I've been here before. Note: I had not been there before. Deja vu. This group of records is going to be insufferable, isn't it? - Alma Yep. Enjoy! [Sully] RegID: ABS006-171928 Agent ID: ANREG86134072 Registration Description: The tendency of some individuals to act with no conceivable material gain. This is literally just the concept of altruism. Should we be worried about the guy who registered this one? ~ Tomi I'll handle it. Good catch. [Sully] RegID: ABS006-256177 Agent ID: ANREG83521120 Registration Description: I have several bland memories from childhood that I've found to be false. Sounds similar to Freud's concept of screen memory. On another note, I just sent over a quick notification that Tomi and I have begun seeing each other. I apologize in advance if that makes anything weird. - Alma Yeah, I saw that. I wish you two the best of luck, if only so I don't have to deal with the fallout. [Sully] RegID: ABS006-810631 Agent ID: ANREG83521120 Registration Description: A warm feeling felt while looking at close family members. Is this the concept of love? That's a bit sad. - Alma RegID: ABS006-430260 Agent ID: ANREG65137046 Registration Description: I have found that I get inexplicably sad while watching videos from my childhood. Is it meta to say that forgetting about nostalgia is sad? Layers of sadness. Oof. ~ Tomi RegID: ABS006-061613 Agent ID: ANREG01698479 Registration Description: Previously-unknown color created by mixing red, green, and blue paint. Very plain. Looks like brown! Also, Alma and I are dating. She definitely already emailed you about it, but I'm taking the opportunity to brag. ~ Tomi Duly noted. [Sully] Addendum: The following email was sent to an account currently assigned to this document. To: Operation Nacirema Documentation ([email protected]) From: Mailer Daemon ([email protected]) Subject: Email Delivery Error The recipient of the following email could not be found. It has been forwarded to this account by default. For more details, please contact [email protected]. To: Sullivan Boru ([email protected]) From: Ostra-Nenny! ([email protected]) Subject: Update! Hello, Dr. Boru! I’m Ostra-Nenny, your personal productivity ninja! Just popping in to let you know how things are going! As of today, you are exactly halfway to your projected project completion date! Give you and your team some pats on the back! You've earned it! It's been a productive two years for all of you! But, uh-oh! It looks like your initial action items are only 37% complete! I'd recommend getting together with your team and seeing what you can do to help them maximize their productivity! That's all for now! Talk to you later! Ostra-Nenny, Productivity Support Addendum 5625-5: The following reports have been logged by Operation Nacirema's Quality Assurance Agents as instances of erroneous registration as anomalous objects. RegID: OBJ006-153303 Agent ID: ANREG99126962 Registration Description: The remains of a bridge that tore itself to pieces. Tacoma Narrows Bridge, specifically. I've attached a quick explainer on the topic of harmonic oscillation and its effects on suspension bridges. - Alma Googled it. Looks good. Nice catch. [Sully] RegID: OBJ006-114451 Agent ID: ANREG05685253 Registration Description: The crown throne of Denmark. Material is said to be unicorn horn. Close! It's narwhal horn. Should I be concerned that we've had the throne of Denmark in containment for at least two and a half years? ~ Tomi You shouldn't. I probably should. Nice catch. [Sully] RegID: OBJ006-880975 Agent ID: ANREG16773901 Registration Description: A heavy metal object. Capable of manifesting small holes in anything it's pointed at. An agent registered his own gun. We have reached a new low. - Alma RegID: OBJ006-339127 Agent ID: ANREG94063745 Registration Description: Twenty cases of anomalously carbonated French wine. Tastes divine. Like tasting the stars, huh? That's champagne, obviously. Save us a bottle, Sull. ~ Tomi Are you kidding? There's twenty cases. You can each have two bottles. [Sully] RegID: OBJ006-793144 Agent ID: ANREG65648404 Registration Description: A small silver ring. The stone set into it is anomalously hard and reflects light oddly. I sent you an email about this one. I know it's a rather big request and it might seem like I'm planning too far ahead, but it's best to be prepared. - Alma Very cogently put. It'd get trashed anyway, so it's all yours. From all I've seen of the two of you so far, it's an honor to be a small part of what comes next. [Sully] Addendum: The following email was sent to an account currently assigned to this document. To: Operation Nacirema Documentation ([email protected]) From: Mailer Daemon ([email protected]) Subject: Email Delivery Error The recipient of the following email could not be found. It has been forwarded to this account by default. For more details, please contact [email protected]. To: Satomi Yamamoto ([email protected]) From: Document Recovery ([email protected]) Subject: 'For Vows.doc' The following unsaved document was recovered from your system following an automated restart. In the future, please make sure you back up your data regularly. IF YOU ARE READING THIS AND YOU ARE NOT ME: Ignore the name of the file, okay? I'm not writing wedding vows. That's an insane thing to do. This isn't for Alma, anyway, this is for me. I figure, Future Me, you've been with Alma for so long that maybe she's become something different to you than what she first was to me. Not because she's going to change, but like how sometimes you look at an optical illusion and it's a bunch of blobs and colors and then it comes together, and it's beautiful, but it was another kind of beautiful before in a way that you can't see anymore because your eyes have adjusted. You can't forget something like that, right? Stream of consciousness. Rambling. Sorry, Future Me. Let's focus on the goal here: give you nice little memory tidbits that you can whip out at the altar to one-up Cortez. Since you and I both know that she's going to fucking kill it on the vows. She's disgustingly articulate. Okay, first slideshow image: first day on Team Non-Anom. Past Me was wearing heels, because that was the vibe I got from the briefing. Alma was at her desk, already checking emails. Her hair was still long then, and she had it up, and she was wearing one of her trademark blue buttondowns. And she looked up, and she made eye contact with Past Me, and Past Me said hi and then we both went to work. And Past Me thought she was cute but with kinda scary vibes, like the goth kid with the septum piercing in high school. Got it? Good. Moving on. Next up, first time she smiled at Past Me. We were grabbing a working lunch in-office because we were waiting on a phone call with the references for some dude in containment. I had PBJ, she had a whole set-up because she's Alma and she lives to be extra. I think there was salmon in some kind of sauce? Anyway. I told that one joke about the blonde putting up her car for collateral that Dad really likes, since it was the one joke I could remember that wasn't super NSFW. And I hit the punchline, and there was the patented heart-stopping Alma smile. You know the one. There was a little bit of sauce on her lips. And that's when Past Me knew. Moving on. I'm not going to describe the first kiss, obviously. It's burned in my mind's eye, except I don't just see her but feel her and smell her and yeah. You can't paint over a wall on fire. If you can't remember that moment, Future Me, you shouldn't be writing vows in the first place. It's getting close to the end of the day now. We're planning to grab food on the way back. There's a new food truck near our apartment (OUR apartment! I fucking love it! OUR, OUR apartment!!!). So just to cap this off, let me tell you what she's doing right now. Alma's bent over the keyboard, eyes way too close to the screen. You know, the Working Position. She's wearing her bootleg X-Files t-shirt and jeans, and her hair's in that little ponytail to keep it out of her eyes, and she is a fucking goddess. I look at her and it's like seeing through time, seeing every smile and touch and person she's ever been, like layers on layers of the same beautiful person. And I can't fucking wait, Future Me, to know how I see her in the future. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5625" by Sonderance, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5625. 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: virus.jpg Name: File:Rabies Virus EM PHIL 1876.JPG Author: CDC/Dr. Fred Murphy License: Public Domain Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Wikimedia Commons |
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SCP-5626-1 is to be kept submerged in water, in a container made from beryllium bronze kept above freezing and below one degree Celsius. The water must be purified continuously, both thaumaturgically and physically. Low yield electrical current must be introduced into the submersion tank three times per hour. SCP-5626-A, -B, and -C are to be condemned and boarded up; no access is to be granted to any personnel or civilians at this time. So long as the anomalous nature of these areas is poorly understood, all entry is prohibited. Performance of SCP-5626 is to be monitored wherever possible. Foundation webcrawler I/O METATRON is to search for and delete all posts to online forums referencing the practice. Users having posted such material will be tracked, investigated, and detained if necessary. Famed artist Hein Semke, in preparation of performing SCP-5626. Description: SCP-5626 is a thaumaturgical ritual, Daevite in origin, intended to reshape local reality.1 Performance of SCP-5626 involves the shaping of a sculpture, thematically tied to the changes the performer wishes to make. The actual practice of SCP-5626 is not well understood, as the only reference is SCP-140 which must be examined extremely carefully due to its own anomalous effects. It is commonly understood that the sculpture must be malleable, and clay is often used in the construction. Furthermore, SCP-5626 appears to be tied to certain necromantic rites (see Discovery below). SCP-5626-A, -B, and -C are confirmed to be areas where the ritual was performed. Each is an industrial site located in Continental Europe in close proximity to a metropolitan area. Local reality has been significantly altered in unpredictable ways within each site, and cannot be traversed safely. SCP-5626-1 is the only recovered instance of a sculpture tied to performance of SCP-5626. The sculpture is formed out of clay, with steel nails driven into it at various angles. It resembles a human hand, clenched in anger. Despite its makeup consisting of nonanomalous clay, the sculpture is extremely resistant to damage. Extensive testing and research of the physical and ontokinetic properties of the sculpture led to the current containment procedures, but previously the anomaly had to be stored off-site. Touching the sculpture instantaneously transports an individual to a pocket dimension with physical laws that highly deviate from baseline reality. [See Addendum 5626.1] Periodically2, the anomaly will pulse with soft blue light and will draw in any individuals within three meters of its physical location, transporting them into the pocket dimension. The containment procedures interfere with this anomalous property but will not stop the effect from taking place when touched. Discovery: In September of 1993, company Proiskhozhdeniye Investitsii3 began purchasing warehouse spaces in major metropolitan areas. Routine tracking of international investments by the company was regularly performed due to its involvement in previous investigations. On 4 September, 1993, surveillance of one such property in an industrial district of Rome revealed the scene of a ritual murder – three men and one woman were eviscerated, and their organs laid out among symbols that matched records of Daevic thaumaturgy. The symbols and organs were centered around an empty space theorized to have held something of ritual importance, but the ritual had occurred several days before. Each of the corpses had been opened from the groin to the base of the throat. The wound was caused by a dull blade and was inflicted while the victim was alive, although there were no defensive wounds present on the body. The rib cages were torn open with brute force and the hearts and lungs were removed. Inserted into each chest cavity was a totem crafted by bending the branches of a red willow sapling - each totem was of a different shape, most reminiscent of Daevic sigils but unrecognizable. The bodies were sat upright, their arms outstretched along their spread legs, between which laid the heart and lungs. Each corpse’s eyelids had been severed and its eyes focused on the empty space at the center of the Daevic sigils. Addendum 5626.1 – Action Report Close File Log of Infiltration MTF-Beta-777 (“Hecate’s Spear”) Personnel Present: Captain Rashid al Hasin4 Lieutenant Marcus Gibbs Lieutenant Maria Waltham5 Sergeant Mark Kenoshi6 Sergeant Gabriel Merced Objectives: Investigate and apprehend individual(s) performing SCP-5626 and put a halt to the ritual if possible. Foreword: The other two properties were investigated, revealing two more ritual sites following a similar pattern in Manchester, England and Oslo, Norway.7 In Oslo, MTF personnel caught Chernoff in the middle of the ritual, having already killed the four sacrifices and in the midst of working on SCP-5626-1 with a putty knife. Subject was covered to the elbows in blood, and his knife was bloody, leaving stained marks on the sculpture. MTF personnel engaged with Chernoff and interrupted his sculpting. Chernoff pulled a sidearm and was shot before he could aim at the MTF, firing a round in his spasm and prompting a flash of light from SCP-5626-1 when it was struck with a round. The following log represents what footage was recoverable: Footage has been corrupted by the thaumaturgical energies present from the moment SCP-5626-1 activated. It is unclear how much time has passed. The MTF is on a beach surrounded by fog; it is impossible to see more than a few dozen meters inland. The view out over the water is unimpeded. First images are of a desaturated beach landscape; the colors seem significantly drained from the environment. There are numerous identical statues of a woman on the beach, though they seem insubstantial as they are semitranslucent despite being constructed of stone. Captain al Hasin checks his team and confirms all are alive and conscious. There is no sign of the subject, Chernoff. Behind the gathered MTF forces is a wall of fog, inconspicuous as it extends from ground level into the sky. Sergeant Gibbs throws a lit flare into the fog and it disappears immediately, despite being capable of outputting 1200 lumens. Captain al Hasin orders the rest of the team away from the boundary. Lieutenant Waltham notes footprints in the wet sand going in the opposite direction and the team begin following. Footage is indecipherable due to corruption for approximately eight minutes. Captain al Hasin calls a halt as he approaches train tracks that go out into the water to a breaker made of loose stones and concrete. The tracks begin somewhere beyond the boundary of the beach, shrouded in fog, and continue on past the breaker into the water towards the horizon. The tracks are worn down through erosion and decay, but are solid when al Hasin steps onto them. There is no sign of any purpose or use to the tracks. Approximately ten minutes abridged due to corruption of the file. An area of the beach is covered in discarded driftwood, along with three trunks set upright in the sand. A loose structure built of the wood stands on the beach. Inside the structure are four humanoid entities. They are on their knees with their hands outstretched towards the sky, their heads bowed. Each is apparently wailing, but with little more than croaking sounds being produced. There are three men and one woman and each has been disfigured in some way with pale, cracked skin. Waltham approaches the figure closest to the edge of the structure and notes that the entity’s fingers have been detached by brute force. None of them speak or acknowledge the MTF’s presence, even when personnel kneel directly in front of them. On closer inspection, it is apparent the humanoids’ mouths have been stuffed with brownish-red clay. The footage jumps forward an indeterminate amount of time as the MTF approaches another group of four humanoid entities; these are splayed out on the beach each staring into the overcast sky. In their left hands they hold a putty knife. The humanoids murmur in tandem but indecipherably. The camera shifts and three members of the MTF squad approach another set of four, fifteen meters down the beach. They are laying face down with their heads buried in the sand. Driftwood spikes anchor each extremity but no blood is visible from this distance. Beyond that, a rock formation stands on the beach approximately twenty meters tall, stretching out from the fog towards the ocean. The footage is corrupted for the next ten minutes. The reverse side of rock formation is shown, revealing a cave. In the distance beyond the formation is a large humanoid statue with its arms outstretched. This statue, like the ones seen at the beginning of the footage, is translucent and devoid of all color.8 In the distance, the driftwood structure is barely visible through the translucent statue. al Hasin checks his carbine, and the others follow suit. The MTF approach the cave. The footage is corrupted for approximately three minutes. Captain al Hasin proceeds down a slightly sloped cavern floor, illuminated by flashlight affixed to his carbine. Laughing can be heard echoing through the cave. Waltham: [Yelling] Why don’t you shut up? al Hasin: That’s enough, Lieutenant. al Hasin turns and looks at each of his squad, gesturing silence. al Hasin: [Loudly] Lieutenant Chernoff, we’d like to speak with you. Chernoff: I was a Colonel by the end, you idiot! The squad holds on al Hasin’s hand gesture, while he scans ahead down into the cavern with his light. al Hasin: Okay, Colonel, can we talk? There doesn’t need to be more violence, we’re all stuck here. Chernoff: [Laughing] I’m not stuck here at all, I could leave whenever I want! al Hasin: Then why haven’t you? Chernoff: You Foundation types are so fucking arrogant, you think you’re the ultimate authority. But my Lady will see to you. Chernoff bounds into the light and knocks al Hasin to the stone floor. He has been transfigured; his deformed shape is nearly two meters tall with one arm significantly larger than the other. The left side of his face is drooping in an exaggerated manner, at least five centimeters beyond the length of his jaw. His skin is the same color as the reddish brown clay SCP-5626-1 is constructed of. He then approaches the remaining MTF squad. Gibbs is the first to open fire, but the other three follow suit. Numerous rounds strike the entity in the chest, digging holes in its flesh/clay. Bloody clay splashes to the stone floor and Chernoff cries out in frustration, then retreats back down into the darkness. Waltham helps al Hasin to his feet. Chernoff: [Yelling] You think you can kill me? That’s all you do, isn’t it? al Hasin: [Leaning on Waltham] That’s enough now! Come out and let’s talk before you bleed to death. Chernoff: There is nothing to speak about. Even if I fail, this world will be changed. You’ve all been living on borrowed time for nearly two thousand years. The People will live again and be free, and all those lost years will be reclaimed. The surface of the Earth will be molded by Her will to better honor those long dead and forgotten. Gibbs approaches the downward slope, his carbine pointed towards the echoing voice. al Hasin motions him back, just as Chernoff leaps onto Gibbs. His englarged hand engulfs Gibbs’ head and crushes it. Chernoff laughs as he runs back down the cave, receiving several more rounds as he retreats from the MTF. Waltham: Mother fucker. Kenoshi bends down over Gibbs but turns away quickly, gagging. Merced retrieves a cylindrical object from Gibbs’ utility vest and runs into the darkness. Chernoff: You’re refuse! Human garbage! The Foundation are killers, nothing more! Fascists, thugs, monsters all! You deserve everything that’s com– A loud blast and flaring of light interrupts the subject’s yelling, followed by a high pitched screaming. Waltham – still half carrying al Hasin – rushes towards the source of the bright illumination. Chernoff’s form is writhing on the cavern floor, bits of burnt clay falling from him. His entire body is wreathed in bright white flames and part of his torso is absent. Merced: White phosphorus. The screaming increases, while Chernoff continues to roll back and forth on the stone. Waltham pulls her sidearm and fires twice, caving in Chernoff’s burning skull. The form lays motionless and continues to burn for approximately four minutes until the footage cuts off. Close File SCP-5626-A, -B, and -C evidenced significantly degraded local reality and have been closed off to the public. Waltham surmised that interrupting the ritual at SCP-5626-C interfered with the linking of the sites – the condition of the pocket dimension and Chernoff’s degraded form indicated a corruption of SCP-5626. If Chernoff had completed the third ritual, the geographic area bounded by the three sites would have been altered in some way.9 It is unclear what would have resulted had the ritual been completed. Command re-established contact with MTF-Beta-777 personnel when they apparated within the building where Chernoff was confronted; personnel had only minor injuries save for Captain al Hasin’s broken tibia. Despite the length of the recorded footage, only approximately ninety seconds had elapsed since Command lost contact with the team. An empty hinged box made of beryllium bronze was recovered from the ritual site, with foam molding that indicated it had been used to carry SCP-5626-1. Hastily scrawled instructions were also recovered, comprising a break down step-by-step of how to prepare the ritual performed. It is unclear who wrote these instructions, but it is clear that Chernoff was using them as his bloody fingerprints were found on the document. Studying the instructions led to the first flawed containment procedures concerning SCP-5626-1, specifically the advisement to “keep the statue away from water and electrical current.” Several personnel were declared lost during the anomaly’s first few days at Site-91, until a comprehensive procedure was designed. Chernoff’s and Gibb’s remains were not recovered. Hecatoncheires Cycle << Oh So Smart or Oh So Pleasant | SCP-5626:The Farthest Shore | SCP-6520: Director's Eyes Only >> Footnotes 1. No successful completion of SCP-5626 has deviated wildly from the physical laws of baseline reality. 2. Sometimes as often as three times daily. 3. Russian conglomerate owned and operated by ex-GRU Division-P Lieutenant Leonid Chernoff. 4. Formerly of MTF-Omega-20 (“Thought Police”), appended to MTF-Beta-777. Psionic Grade-3 including lie detection (Class-C divination), thought transmission, and weak precognition. 5. Class-A thaumatologist. 6. Formerly of MTF-Tau-9 (“Bookworms”). Linguist, specializing in several dead languages including: Daevic, several Ancient Greek dialects, ancient Japanese, Sumerian and other Eurasian writing traditions. 7. The three sites were designated SCP-5626-A, -B, and -C, respectively. 8. The large statue was not visible in earlier footage, despite the fact that the squad must have passed it on the way to their current location in the log. 9. Representing roughly 30% of the land mass in Western Continental Europe. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5626" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5626. 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: Otpor/Resistance Author: Jovan Marković License: CC BY 2.0 Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/jockeamsterdam/8166527136/ Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: Hein Semke's at work (Sculpture about World I): Camaraderie in defeat. 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SCP-5627 | euclid | SCP-5627-1 removed from SCP-5627-3 residence prior to incineration Item #: SCP-5627 Special Containment Procedures: The 28 known extant colonies of Myrmica sabuleti1 are to be monitored monthly by a Class C Foundation myrmecologist. All efforts must be made to sustain these colonies as viable hosts for Phengaris arion2 larvae. If ant numbers fall below required levels then activities must be triggered to detect, remove and remediate any SCP-5627 anomalous parasitic phenomena. Access to colony location coordinates requires Level 2 clearance. Foundation staff involved in managing SCP-5627 should familiarise themselves with the parasitic lifecycle of the P. a. arion butterfly3. Description: SCP-5627 is the collective designation for anomalous parasitic phenomena pertaining to the P. a. arion butterfly species. SCP-5627-1 are anomalous P. a. arion larvae. They manifest when P. a. arion's brood-host colonies of M. sabuleti come under extreme survival pressure and are unable to sustain non-anomalous P. a. arion larvae. Example causes of colony collapse include over-intensive farming, chemical contamination, noise pollution and flooding. SCP-5627-1 parasitic behaviour, including SCP-5627-2 production, is a survival mechanism of last resort. SCP-5627-1 have pink bodies with brown heads and fine colourless bristles. Their segmental divisions are deeply incised, with a longitudinal dorsal furrow. During its 270 day larval period, with sufficient protein intake, an SCP-5627-1 grows from 3.0 mm in length to 50-60 cm with an average final mass of 4.0 kg. It then enters its pupal stage, forming a chrysalis. Thereafter growth ceases. Dissections of pupal SCP-5627-1 invariably find they have exceeded their maximum biologically viable size. No final butterfly forms of SCP-5627-1 have been observed. Analysis of SCP-5627-2, the milky-white saccharine liquid secreted by SCP-5627-1, has established traces of psychotropic and hallucinogenic compounds. Its mechanism of action merits further study. SCP-5627-2 has been detected in aerosol form up to a 200 m radius of an SCP-5627-1. SCP-5627-3 are humans under the influence of SCP-5627-2. SCP-5627-3s, exposed to SCP-5627-2 in its aerosol form, will perceive an SCP-5627-1 instance to be a person of great importance to them. Operating under this delusion they will introduce the instance into their home, where they will groom and feed it with whatever protein they can obtain over a period of months. SCP-5627-3 status can be determined from the following behaviours, all of which are consistent with ant-host functions under non-anomalous P. a. arion influence: Aspect SCP-5627-3 Diagnostic Behaviour Acquisition Conveying an SCP-5627-1 instance to the SCP-5627-3's residence, storing the individual buccally or sub-lingually for safe transport, size-permitting. Hosting Installing SCP-5627-1 in the SCP-5627-3's sleeping accommodation. Grooming Orally and manually cleaning SCP-5627-1's bristles, segmental grooves and dorsal furrow throughout its larval growth phase. SCP-5627-1 Nutrition Feeding SCP-5627-1 with any procurable protein via mastication and oral-to-oral regurgitation. SCP-5627-3 Nutrition Ingesting SCP-5627-2 daily from SCP-5627-1's dorsal gland in increasing quantities as the larva grows. Hallucinations Perceiving SCP-5627-1 as the most critically "important" member of their family Protection Prone to extreme anxiety and even violence (usually biting) if SCP-5627-1 is removed from the residence or threatened in any way. SCP-5627-3 will neglect all other non-survival-essential activities and relationships. Nutrients gained from ingesting SCP-5627-2 satisfy SCP-5627-3 calorific intake requirements. With support SCP-5627-3s are able to return to their normal behaviour patterns when the SCP-5627-1 is removed or dies. Addendum: SCP-5627-3 Interview Record Interviewed: SCP-5627-3 [Formerly and afterwards called Mabel Taylor, 45] Interviewer: Dr Stuart L. Goddard [Foundation myrmecologist] Foreword: This interview took place immediately post-removal of a deceased SCP-5627-1 pupa from the SCP-5627-3's bedroom, at its residence prior to administration of an amnestic. It was unclear how long the SCP-5627-1 had been dead. <Start Log> Interviewer: I know you're very distressed right now but it would be very helpful for us to understand what you've been going through. SCP-5627-3: I…I've lost her again haven't I? Interviewer: Her? SCP-5627-3: I can't believe she's gone. I would have done anything for her you know. I tried, I really did. But she was so hungry. All the time. I did my best didn't I? I gave her everything I could. Kept her nice and clean too. Interviewer: I'm sure you did Mabel. Now it would be incredibly useful for us to get an idea of exactly how much food you were giving it. Her. SCP-5627-3: Well I just fed her whenever she wanted it. Chicken, bacon, mince, you know, meat and all that. Prawns sometimes and curry as a treat. Boiled eggs were her favourite … she loved them. Especially when Mum chewed them up a bit for her. In the end I ran out of money though because I haven't been working for a while. Interviewer: Yes, and so what was she eating towards the end? When you couldn't go to the shops? SCP-5627-3: Anything I could get hold of really. She was just like my little Sarah. She'd chat to me just like Sarah used to. Sounded just like her. I lost Sarah ten years ago in a car accident, so I know it wasn't her really. After the accident I started going for walks up in the hills behind the village to get some headspace - you know up near where they had that heather fire? Only five years old when I lost her. Sorry, I’m rambling now. Interviewer: Do you live here alone Mabel? Is there anyone here you can rely on for support when we've left? I think you have a dog don't you? I can see some empty dog food cans over there. SCP-5627-3: He's out in the garden isn't he? I haven't seen him for a while … [coughs] I've got a really sore throat, sorry. I get terrible acid reflux these days. Can I have a glass of water please? I've got an awful taste at the back of my mouth. <End Log> Closing Statement: This SCP-5627-3's dog remains unaccounted for. A Class C amnestic was administered and the SCP-5627-3 made a full recovery. The nearby M. sabuleti colony was restored and added to the database for monitoring. Footnotes 1. A red ant species. 2. Large Blue Butterfly. 3. Nature Article: Host-ant specificity of endangered large blue butterflies (Phengaris spp., Lepidoptera: Lycaenidae) in Japan. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5627" by dunc7five, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5627. 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: Caterpillar Author: David Short License: Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) Source Link: Flickr Link Additional Notes: Slightly cropped |
SCP-5628 | safe | Item Number: SCP-5628 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5628 is held in a standard containment locker in the Clearance Level 3 wing of Site-202. Foundation personnel exposed to SCP-5628 outside of testing are to be informed that they will experience persistent, spectral-class hallucinations. However, these are unlikely to cause harm. Affected personnel are to be deterred from spending time in direct view of the stratosphere by reasonable means, as such activity may disrupt the research environment. Any affected personnel who claim to have witnessed or been affected by occult summoning rituals involving feathered entities are to receive and study a copy of "Mind over Metaphysics"1 from the Site-202 archives. Description: SCP-5628 is a 40cm tall stone statue of a Renaissance-style angel, holding a sword, in flight. When viewed directly, the statue will point its sword at the viewer and flap its wings, hovering above the ground. If there are multiple viewers it will point at each in turn and, in the event of a visible exit, it will attempt to leave and seek out more people. How this movement is achieved is unknown. Viewers describe experiencing "the sensation of flight" and a feeling of joy and freedom. Following this, they may experience hallucinations of feathered angels or rituals involving such. In the event of a containment breach SCP-5628 will attempt to escape by flying away and will defend itself with its sword and wings. However, it cannot fly more than approximately a metre above the ground and its sword, being made of stone, is not particularly effective. Personnel should restrain it and return it to its locker. This leads to a mild compulsion to attempt to fly, which increases slightly when in view of the sky. Thus far, only three Foundation personnel - including D-Class - have been injured in attempts to fly as the compulsion is generally not strong enough to overcome self-preservation instincts. Studying and applying the techniques in "Mind over Metaphysics" has proven to be successful in over 95% of cases of exposure. The number of hallucinations and strength of compulsion appears to suddenly increase every few months, but restudying "Mind over Metaphysics" is successful in re-suppressing these phenomena in affected personnel. + CLEARANCE LEVEL 5/SCP-5628-PROJECT-AS319 FORTIFIED MIND REQUIRED - CLEARANCE ACCEPTED Special Containment Procedures: Only personnel with clearance 5/SCP-5628-Project-AS319 may view this file or learn about the anomalous nature of this object. The original SCP-5628 is to be kept in a secure opaque anomalous item case inside a secure containment locker. Information surrounding this object and these procedures must be tightly controlled through standard procedures, including when distributed for testing. Site-202 must contain a diverse number of Foundation staff from different backgrounds as per Anomalous Test Standard A93/95002 Description: SCP-5628 is a self-help book titled "Mind over Metaphysics" ostensibly written by Dr. Heathcliffe, who was found to have no memory of such. This book espouses a number of techniques for keeping oneself free of "mental and metamental influences of the magical arts" which have been found to be effective against anomalous compulsions and similar effects, as well as certain non-anomalous compulsive disorders. Anomalous properties persist in edited copies which do not change the techniques. However, when techniques are performed without the context of a self-help book for overcoming compulsions, they have no effect. The techniques described in SCP-5628 vary greatly and, according to Foundation neurologists and psychologists, should have little to no effect on the ability to resist compulsions, anomalous or otherwise. Listed techniques include the following: If the compulsion is fire-related, count from 37 to 62. Picture a childhood friend's parent eating an apple. If you are capable, learn to backflip and practice for 7 minutes 30 seconds each day. It has been determined that no technique is anomalous in itself and it is not currently believed that the text or the original book is infohazardous, cognitohazardous, or memetic. A number of techniques used in concert are necessary to overcome compulsions, typically including both techniques one is encouraged to practice everyday and techniques used in the moment to respond to compulsive effects. It is not yet clear which techniques, or how many, are strictly necessary or effective - the failures and successes do not appear to correspond strongly to techniques utilised. SCP-5628 is currently being tested at Site-202 to determine the resistance its techniques cause against increasing levels of anomalous compulsion among a varied level of Foundation staff. Currently, a mildly anomalous statue (AI-24252) with mostly understood and weakened effects is being used to carry out this testing. This stage of testing will complete later this year and, if the success rate remains over 90% at the full capabilities of AI-24252, Site-202 will move on to testing against compulsions to direct violence against others. Another Site will be set up to carry out testing on which techniques are strictly necessary, while another will be testing against compulsions created and maintained by anomalous humanoids. Researcher's notes: In 2% of cases where the compulsion is resisted, disciplinary problems have resulted among personnel with three incidents of personnel becoming violently opposed to following regulations, one of which resulting in serious injury following the affected personnel - a researcher - acquiring a combat knife. This took several months to become apparent as such disciplinary problems were considered to be within normal bounds for staff initially, and the pattern did not emerge until testing continued with stronger compulsion effects. Given that the problems seem to worsen with stronger compulsions, I would recommend a full review of research and halting plans for any further research until we can eliminate such issues. - Researcher Barnes Overruled; the potential for resisting telepathic suggestion in the field outweighs the occasional fight; we can't stop on the basis of one member of staff going postal, even if it would seem to suggest a pattern. - Head Researcher Matthews - CLEARANCE ACCEPTED Footnotes 1. An in-depth guide to undermining the activity of sub-corporeals, written by Dr. Heathcliffe, the Foundation's leading authority on the subject. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5628" by SharpEmbrace and Tuomey Tombstone, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5628. 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-5629 | keter | close Info X 77.78% (+42) 22.22% (-12) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 5629 Level3 Containment Class: Keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Precognitive individual influenced by SCP-5629. Special Containment Procedures Individuals experiencing precognitive dissociation (PCD) are to be quarantined and dewormed upon discovery. Subjects continuing to show symptoms of PCD post-craniotomy are to be recruited and trained as Foundation-approved mediums through the D.R.E.A.M. Program and assigned according to their preferred discipline. These subjects are never to be reminded of the time spent under the influence of SCP-5629 in order to preserve a heightened level of cognitive function. Physical contact with SCP-5629 is strictly forbidden for individuals who fail to score 2 or greater on the Helix Precognitive Ability Scale (HPAS). Failure to adhere to these precautions results in termination from a sudden psychedelic onslaught in 100% of cases. SCP-5629 can be interacted with safely using standard PPE such as latex or rubber gloves. As the sheer quantity of SCP-5629 instances is speculated to be in the millions, complete containment of SCP-5629 has been deemed impossible. Containment efforts are instead focused on isolating areas of higher than average precognitive activity such as locations where tarot is commonly practiced, residences of psychic mediums, and Subway restaurant chains. Update 5/25/2021 Physical interaction with SCP-5629 while under the effects of 400 μg of lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD) has proven effective in neutralizing the adverse effects of the parasite. Continued research is being led by Umar Hadid of Site-83. Description SCP-5629 is a hallucinogenic, parasitic subspecies of Lumbricina suborder1 that are native to the northeastern United States of America. Beyond secreting 5-methoxy-N, N-dimethyltryptamine2, SCP-5629 instances are nearly physically indistinguishable from standard members of their species. One key physical factor distinguishes SCP-5629 from non-anomalous earthworms; all instances have protruding hook-like extensions on either end of their bodies. SCP-5629 instances exhibit predatory behavior not found in typical members of their species and will actively seek out prey to consume when not occupying a host. SCP-5629 are social hunters and will often attack a target en masse, with sixty to seventy instances overwhelming their prey3. Attacks by SCP-5629 typically take place at night when the intended target is sleeping. When targeting nocturnal organisms, SCP-5629 instances will instead attack during the day. How the instances are able to discern a given target's sleep patterns is unknown. SCP-5629 attacks occur in three stages over the course of around fourteen hours: A swarm of SCP-5629 instances will converge on a sleeping target. The target may awaken once physical contact is made. However, due to SCP-5629's perception-altering secretions, the majority of targets are rendered paralyzed. Targets have cognitive function at this point. SCP-5629 instances will cut holes into the target's epidermis using their hook-like protrusions and burrow through the target's flesh. Incisions will seal following complete submersion of an SCP-5629 instance within a subject's flesh through a currently unidentified secretion of the entity. Targets retain cognitive function. SCP-5629 enters the cranial cavity, whereupon all available instances will latch onto the brain and secrete lethal amounts of DMT directly onto the brain matter. Targets have been observed acting irrationally at this point until termination. SCP-5629 instances will consume the target until satisfied. Discovery SCP-5629 was discovered following the autopsies of several individuals attending a Bicycle Party4 in Northern New Jersey. The skin of each body was perfectly preserved, although all eyes, tongues, and teeth were absent. Agent Amai was sent in to investigate the corpses and discovered that each body contained multiple instances of SCP-5629. Foundation containment teams were called in and SCP-5629 was classified. Agent Amai, having made brief physical contact with an SCP-5629 instance, was quarantined and later questioned to ascertain her cognitive capability. Interview - Agent Amai The following interview was conducted by Researcher Umar Hadid. Hadid was selected to perform this interview due to his frequent use of Foundation approved narcotics for related research. Interviewer: Researcher Umar Hadid Interviewed: Christina Amai Foreword: Interview was conducted on-site just before Mobile Task Force Delta-20 ("Blaze It") and its associated containment team members acquired all SCP-5629 instances present in the area. <BEGIN LOG> Hadid: Agent… Amai, right? You're the one who made contact with the worms? Agent Amai: That's… [She pauses, looks at her hands, then back at Hadid] That's… correct. I made made made made brief contact with that worm. Hadid: I see… Agent Amai, have you been experiencing any uh, compulsions since you've made contact? Like the need to repeat a certain action or word over and over again? Agent Amai: [She scratches her temple.] I have, yes. Quite a few times in fact. I have. Hadid: That's a common effect of the LSD working its way through your system, Agent. [He laughs] At least you're responding as expected. Agent Amai: I'm no not, I'm not, no, I'm not. Hadid: It's okay, Christina. I'm here. I'll guide you through this experience. I don't think you've been exposed to enough of the secretion to be at risk so… hopefully, you'll have a nice, short trip and be back on the field in the morning. Agent Amai: No, Hadid, I don't— know. That's, you know what fine. You're right, I'm probably fine. I've never done psychoactive pharmaceutical substances before now. It's just really trippy man. Let me just say. Hadid: I hear you, Amai. How are you feeling? Agent Amai: [She scratches her head] Um… wriggly. Hadid: What type of thoughts are you experiencing? Agent Amai: I… the Black Tree, Hadid. [She scratches her arm] What- no- the leaves, my tongue. I can feel them moving, slapping against one another in that place. Hadid: The Black Tree? Can you tell me more? I don't see any black trees around here. [Agent Amai begins coughing violently. She clutches her stomach and her head for several seconds and lets out a prolonged scream.] Hadid: Are you alright, Agent Amai? Agent Amai: [Laughing] What? Hadid: Are. You. All. Right? Agent Amai: [She claps] Of course, I'm not fucking alright Hadid, look at my god damn fingernails. Fuck's sake. I can feel the worms in my skin! Hadid: [To Command] Amai appears highly susceptible to the uh, secretions. Please advise. Agent Amai: The It, Hadid. [She scratches her leg] That's what happened. That's what made the Black Tree of Zalgo. And the It is no longer content to rest within the ego of the human mind. Why aren't… you seem to be taking this a little too seriously. [To herself] It's just a drug-related anomaly of course, why would he be taking this seriously. Hadid: I- Agent Amai: Okay, look, listen, look, and for the last time, look and listen. Hadid… I'm going to die, pretty soon. [She places her hands on her temples and rubs them in circular motions] There's some shit going on with these worms in my fucking head and I can feel it. Not just the DMT, but the It. Hadid: I don't— wait. Do you know anything about… Her? Agent Amai: Her, the It, the Terrors. The worms know it all, Hadid, for the worms are a byproduct of the Zalgo, a byproduct of Alita, the fallen kingdom beneath the broken stars. They were his last line of defense against the Five Terrors and it failed. Now they've come to eat, and eat us they shall. [Agent Amai begins convulsing violently for several seconds as multiple SCP-5629 instances emerge from behind her eyeballs, severing the connective tissue from them to her brain. SCP-5629 instances on the ground consume the eyes. Agent Amai collapses in front of Hadid. SCP-5629 instances escape from her facial orifices for an excess of three minutes before all entities have vacated her body. Hadid vomits.] Hadid: Fuck. The Medium Incident In the weeks following SCP-5629's initial containment and classification, Researcher Hadid continued to make regular visits to the greater Northern New Jersey area along with members of MTF Delta-20 in order to contain wild SCP-5629 instances. Over the course of two weeks, the team was able to successfully contain over ten thousand instances without incident. On 4/24/2021, an individual named Barbara Eubanks claiming to have precognitive capabilities approached Researcher Hadid. At the time, Researcher Hadid was conducting experiments with the SCP-5629 secretions in a secured Provisional Site. CCTV surveillance proved ineffective in determining the methods Eubanks used to gain access to disable the localized reality scramblers5 and enter the Site. When it became apparent that there was a considerable possibility for Eubanks to be precognizant, Researcher Hadid volunteered to interview and screen her. Interviewer: Umar Hadid Interviewed: Barbara Eubanks Foreword: Interview was conducted in an aluminum foil-lined interrogation chamber in an effort to isolate potentially hazardous precognitive activity. Two armed members of MTF Delta-20 were present as well. Barbara Eubanks Hadid: So Mrs… Ew-banks? You say you're a psychic medium, is that right? Eubanks: It's Eubanks, like, "you-banks". Barby works fine. And yes, I am a medium. I'm sure you would have figured that out eventually, and then you'd throw me in a cell never to see the light of day again. Hadid: I doubt that. Eubanks: Don't waste your breath on a lie. I can see the future, remember? Hadid: Right… About that? Can you uh, explain what it's like? Looking into the future I mean. Eubanks: Have you ever dropped acid before? Hadid: A few times. Eubanks: So you know that your perception becomes warped, and you start to feel like you're walking on another plane of existence different than everyone else? You can perceive more colors, hear more sounds, taste more flavors, everything is just more. The future is like that. Vibrant, but ephemeral. Things change but they're never really that different from each iteration. Hadid: The precognitive visions aren't like they're usually shown on television? Eubanks: [She laughs] Of course not. They're uh, hm. Like, imagine making a cake without knowing the exact recipe. You know the ingredients, you know what to do with them, but the ingredients you have to work with are not always the best, and they are subject to change on a whim depending on what you want that cake to taste like. At the end of the day, you're going to get your cake, but how you get there may differ. Silence Eubanks: This analogy has gotten away from me a bit. Hadid: You lost me at "cake". B-but continuing on, um, how do you feel about the… [He holds his hands next to his head and wiggles his fingers] Eubanks: The wha- the worms? They just make the things I was already seeing more clear. I can feel them crawling around in my brain meat and under my skin, burrowing their tiny little teeth into my muscles and fat, but it's not so bad. Not at all. I- excuse me a second. [Eubanks holds open her eye with two fingers. The end of an SCP-5629 instance is present underneath her eyeball. Eubanks does not seem disturbed by this. With her free hand, Eubanks inserts two fingers behind her eye and traces the perimeter of it several times. After a few seconds, she successfully pinches the SCP-5629 instance between her fingers and slowly removes it.] Eubanks: Can you? Hadid: Oh fuck, uh, sure. [Hadid retrieves a small mobile containment unit from outside the interrogation chamber and places the SCP-5629 instance inside.] Eubanks: Yeah, that happens sometimes. It's… inconvenient at most. But it is the price to pay for the sight. Hadid: I can imagine. Mrs. Barby, are you aware of something called "The Black Tree"? Eubanks: The Black Tree of the Zalgo? Of course. It's the first thing every medium learns out of that one book. You know the one. With the flesh and pagan rituals? Hadid: Would you mind explaining that to me like I'm five? Eubanks: A long time ago there were gods. Not gods like you know today, but older ones. More, how you'd say, primeval. There were millions before the Feud, and after the smoke cleared only five remained. The Five Terrors, which I can see you're somewhat acquainted with. Hadid: Yes. I had an encounter with some people who worshiped Her, and before her passing, Agent Amai mentioned an It? Eubanks: The Second Terror, progenitor of the worm. You'll find out about them when you go to Subway. Hadid: I'm sorry what? Eubanks: The sandwich place in town. Hadid: What makes you think that we're going to investigate a Subway based on your word alone? Eubanks: [Tapping her temple] Psychic. <END LOG> Afterword: Eubanks refused to answer any further questions and was uncooperative with Foundation staff until her eventual escape. Despite Foundation surveillance operatives tailing Eubanks during her time at the Provisional Site, they were unable to locate her upon her disappearance. The Subway investigation The Subway Restaurant speculated to be of importance In the days following the interrogation with Eubanks, several more bodies6 were discovered in Rutherford, New Jersey under similar circumstances to those found at the Bicycle Party. While there was no immediate discernable pattern to the appearance of the corpses, aerial surveillance of the town revealed an increased body count relative to the proximity of the Subway on Park Avenue. The owners and employees at the establishment were questioned with enhanced physical and telepathic interrogation techniques, although this proved to be a fruitless endeavor. All relevant employees were amnesticized and reintegrated into society in new fields of work, and the Subway was condemned under Cover Story 14 ("Health and Safety Violation"). Foundation efforts continued under the guise of restoration efforts. Foundation agents occupying the Subway were issued multiple varieties of approved hallucinogenic substances in order to facilitate the discovery of normally imperceivable events. During the field team's occupation of the Subway, a door not listed on any building schematics was discovered within the establishment, sealed with displacement sigils7. Three members of MTF Delta-208, as well as Researcher Umar Hadid, were dispatched to investigate the area. The following video/audio log was edited together from the body cameras of the exploration team. Exploration Video/Audio Log Transcript Date: 4/28/2021 Exploration Team: MTF Delta-20 Team Lead: Delta-20 Alpha Team Members: Delta-20 Beta, Delta-20 Tau, Umar Hadid <Begin Log> [Static. Footage begins. The camera is shaking for several seconds but stabilizes. Foundation operatives are consuming various delicacies present behind the counter as they conduct research. Umar Hadid approaches the MTF team and removes a rolled THC inhilation tube from Alpha's mouth. Hadid ashes the tube against the door.] Alpha: Dude! Hadid: What? Aren't you high enough? Alpha: Shame man, shame. Fuckin', who the fuck ashes a blunt? Beta: [Grumbling] Fuggin' wastril. Tau: Seriously Hadid, who raised you? Hadid: I'm sorry! [Perspective shifts, the door is opened. Inside is a tunnel carved out of red stone. A jet of steam is projected from a crack in the stone, obscuring the camera. Alpha wipes the lense, clarity is restored. Dark red liquid runs down the walls and drips from the ceiling.] Hadid: Shit, let me grab my coat. Alpha: No time. [Team enters. Footsteps are accompanied by squelching noises. Cavern is dimly illuminated from the ambient glow of equipment. Flapping noises are heard overhead. Faint shrieks echo from deeper in the cavern.] Hadid: Astounding… Beta: [He giggles] Ass. Alpha: Tau, give us some uh, light, would you? [Tau activates his flashlight, illuminating the cavern. Bone-like structures of unclear origin protrude from the cavern walls. The structures appear to animate, but movements are too subtle to confirm or deny this. Numerous arthropod-esque entities slither past the team. Some converge on extruded structures and tear them from the cavern walls, allowing dark red liquid to flow from the origin point.] Tau: Trippy. Alpha: [He sniffs] Smell that? What is that? Hadid: Man, that smells like… well it definitely smells like something. Beta: It shmells like assh! [He laughs] Alpha: Fuck's sake Beta. God fucking damn- Tau: [He sniffs] No, he's right. What the hell? Hadid: Hm? Tau: The stench. Hadid: Yeah it's bad. It's, like, really bad. Smells like… [He sniffs] fresh corpse and garlic butter and bad breath. Alpha: Man, what does that even mean? Hadid: There's probably some freaky deeky shit going on in this cave. Best uh, just, keep your guns up. Eyes peeled. Non-Euclidean space within the Subway. [Team continues deeper into the cavern. There is a slight decline in the terrain. Sounds of rushing liquid are heard. The decline steepens. An unknown liquid substance is present on the slope, causing Hadid and Tau to stumble briefly.] [Further down, the decline opens onto flat ground. In front of the team is a tree whose trunk is tall enough to obscure the canopy in darkness. The width of the trunk is approximately 13 meters, although exact measurements cannot be ascertained from the footage. The tree roots protrude through the cavern floor and extend in various directions for kilometers. There are black tongues in the place of leaves on the tree that lick the air and each other.] Hadid: That must be the Black Tree of Zalgo. Beta: What makes you so sure of that, man? Hadid: I mean, it's a tree with black… tongues? Eubanks predicted that we'd learn more about an entity called the progenitor of worms down here, likely near the Black Tree of Zalgo. Be wary. Tau: Wassa play here, Hadid? Hadid: Collect some tongue samples and bark, then we'll head back and regroup. Alpha: Righteous. [Alpha and Beta approach the tree. Hadid takes notes as Tau routinely examines the area for threats. Tree roots become animate and slowly locomote around Hadid and Tau, although they do not notice.] Beta: This shit's tougher than it looks! Alpha: Geeze man, you're right. Fuckin', cut it. Use a knife. [Beta retrieves a knife from his equipment and successfully removes a sample of the tree bark. Viscous clear liquid leaks from the incision. There is a small tremor indicated by slight camera vibrations. A low moaning noise is picked up by audio transceivers.] Tau: Y'hear that? Hadid: Definitely. Yo, um, we should probably get going to the surface. Maybe send in a few drones or D-Class later? Do you have the samples? Beta: Just the bark! We still need a leaf. [Alpha removes one of the leaves from its branch by cutting the stem. The moaning noise returns in greater volume and tremors increase in intensity. The remaining leaves attempt to assault Alpha with erratic licking motions but are unsuccessful. The frequency of the erratic motion increases exponentially, making it impossible to decipher the leaves from one another as they become too blurry for the cameras to focus on. Alpha and Beta return to Tau and Hadid.] Hadid: Far out, man. [The tree uproots itself through unknown methods. A wide crack manifests across the width of the trunk that loosely resembles a smile. Instances of SCP-5629 larger than previously documented9 descend from the cavern ceiling near the tree and writhe against one another for several seconds. The tree emits a bellowing noise. All leaves detach themselves from their branches and crawl toward the team.] Tau: Fuggin' hell! [Many typical-sized SCP-5629 instances burrow into the cavern floors and walls, disrupting the stone and causing large chunks of debris to fall. The instances that remain pursue the team as they flee in the direction they entered. Alpha fires multiple clips worth of ammunition10 into a single large SCP-5629 instance to no avail.] Unknown: FOOL. I AM THE IT, DESTROYER OF ALITA. PROGENITOR OF THE WORM. Hadid: God fucking damn it! Alpha: Keep firing! Beta: Like we have much of a choice, boss! I am not high enough for this shit! [Team continues to flee while maintaining suppressing fire on the instances to no avail. They arrive at the door leading into the cavern and move through it.] [Foundation agents occupying the Subway are confused and slow to react. Hadid attempts to seal the door using thaumaturgy from the third circle of displacement magics but is unable to complete the sigils before he is blasted backward by an SCP-5629 instance slamming into the door from the other side. Several on-site occultists attempt to assist Hadid in sealing the door but are unsuccessful in completing the sigils in time. Four large instances of SCP-5629 emerge from the other side of the door, accompanied by dozens of the tongue-like leaves.] Beta: Fucking dip y'all! [Non-combative personnel exit the Subway onto Park Avenue, including Hadid. Outside, Eubanks is sitting down, casually reading a book. Tau is thrown out of the Subway through a piece of plywood near her. Eubanks remains unfazed.] Eubanks: Find what you were looking for? Hadid: Y-yes. How do we stop them? Eubanks: How well can you handle your psychedelics, Hadid? [Inside, Alpha and Beta are utilizing incendiary projectile weapons against the SCP-5629 instances. Fire suppressant systems within the Subway activate and hinder the effectiveness of their weapons. An SCP-5629 instance attempts to entrap Beta by coiling around him, but Alpha successfully ducks beneath a slightly raised portion of the entity's body and escapes.] [Hadid enters, carrying two tabs of quick-acting LSD. He distributes them to Alpha and Beta while avoiding the SCP-5629 instances. The MTF members ingest the tabs and are revitalized.] Beta: This is some weird, freaky deeky frog shit, Hadid. Hadid: I know, but, yes, your perception is altered significantly and so too are the worms. Unknown: YOUR FEEBLE HUMAN INGENUItY IS NOTHING COMPARED TO MY POWER. [Although ballistic rounds previously proved ineffective against the SCP-5629 instances, they are now capable of damaging them. The exact reason for this is unknown.] Unknown: WHAT THE FUCK. Alpha: Yeah-ha-ha! Fuck you! Beta: Get fucked, It. Unknown: THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE. [Alpha and Beta maintain a steady rate of fire on all SCP-5629 instances and gradually force them to retreat back into the cavern. All remaining leaves follow suit. Once all hostile entities are on the other side of the door, Hadid completes the sigils and seals the cavern. The door fades from camera perception.] <End Log> Footnotes 1. Common earthworm 2. DMT, a psychedelic substance. 3. Which consist of larger mammals, such as canines, felines, and humans. 4. In honor of Albert Hofman, a Swedish researcher credited with the accidental discovery, and subsequent intentional first use, of LSD. In 1943, Hofmann rode his bicycle home after taking a large dose of LSD, taking the world's first intentional acid trip. April 19th has been henceforth known as Bicycle Day to some, with Bicycle Parties often being hosted in Hofmann's honor. 5. Technology designed to remove objects from normal perception. 6. The bodies were later discovered to belong primarily to homeless individuals who would sleep on benches or in other outdoor areas. 7. Later confirmed to be sigils consistent with those found in tomes and scripture commonly associated with the Hermetic Order of the Black Tree. 8. Members of this Mobile Task Force have been granted express permission to use Foundation-approved narcotics in order to alter their perception in the field. This allows for members of the team to perceive anomalies that aren't quite anti-memetic, but still exist just beyond baseline reality. ~A Comprehensive Guide to Mobile Task Forces 9. Witness testimony and video evidence suggest that these particular instances were anywhere from 3 to 5 meters in length and 2 meters in height. However, exact measurements cannot be ascertained at this time. 10. 7.65mm rounds. |
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Item #: SCP-5630 Special Containment Procedures: Novel antimemetic agents are to be applied on a worldwide scale in order to prevent public knowledge of SCP-5630, while Class-A amnestics must be dispersed to locations of SCP-5630 events. Protocol PAHAYAGAN is to be implemented in order to bolster press freedom rankings of certain nations under localized information campaigns and government deals. Civilians are to be aided in adapting to the Internet, as well as alternative news sources such as radio and television. Description: SCP-5630 refers to a worldwide phenomenon affecting newspapers and other types of journalistic publications. During an SCP-5630 event, several avian1 entities (collectively designated as SCP-5630-1) emerge from a newspaper. SCP-5630-1 instances, despite closely resembling and acting similar to members of existing species, are mainly composed of wood pulp and lignin. Flocks are quicky established among multiple instances of SCP-5630-1. Before flying away, they tend to randomly pick up sheaves of paper and documents, often covering them in a yellowish fluid. The body texture and coloration of SCP-5630-1 instances appear to be based on the publication of origin; sensationalist papers and tabloids usually spawn yellowed and crinkled instances, while broadsheets produce white and gray-colored instances. After the manifestation of SCP-5630-1 instances, several passages of text on the newspaper, particularly the headlines2, vanish, leaving a coarse texture on the paper. Classified ads and other types of advertisements are unaffected. Attempts to track SCP-5630-1 instances have been unsuccessful. The frequency of SCP-5630 events appears to be inversely proportional to the press freedom ranking of a certain country, with events being more common in nations that have a ranking of 60 or below. Furthermore, a drastic rise in events is observed during May 3. Update (05/03/25): Flocks of SCP-5630-1 instances, with around 70,000 instances flocking per country, have occurred in 53 countries worldwide, following mass censorship on press freedom. In contrast to earlier events, these instances display more advanced flight patterns, such as spiraling and arranging themselves in a fashion similar to curved strokes. It is important to note that several mass protests, headed by figures such as Ping Liaoxi and Vermeil Vargas, have been held during this period. 24 percent of the instances headed towards the official residences and other important government buildings of their respective countries, covering the facades with their bodies. Several instances entered the buildings, picking up state documents and files, which they released outside to the rallyists. Afterward, these instances then imploded into a yellowish fluid which quickly hardened, covering the buildings in dense shells3 that trapped personnel and government officials inside for around two days. In 48 percent of the following SCP-5630 events4, the banner headline, along with the articles5, was changed to reference SCP-5630. LET FREEDOM WING Free press 'revolution' must soar - Aviatica Footnotes 1. These resemble various species of birds, which appear to depend on the publication. 2. Close observation has noted that large instances are produced from them. 3. Which prevented most means of electronic communication. 4. Whose frequency has increased by 55 percent. 5. Most of which call for drastically aggressive moves, to the point of revolt. |
SCP-5631 | keter | 5/5631 LEVEL 5/5631 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5631 Keter Sunrise seen from the Bay of Maynila, Philippines upon the discovery of SCP-5631. Note that the time at the moment is only 4:30 A.M. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-5631 currently remains inert at coordinates 14°04'10.3"N 116°16'19.9"E. Due to its extreme mass, Provisional Site-120 has been established 10 kilometers away from SCP-5631's head. As it is located in the middle of Maritime Southeast Asia, extensive traffic along sea routes and shipping lanes necessitate the dispersal of Class-A memetic agents to non-Foundation individuals sighting it from trawlers and ships. Cover Story-100 ("Oil Spill") is implemented to deter travel through the region. The Foundation has organized a navy for monitoring and researching SCP-5631. Durability tests, chemical analyses, and thaumaturgical experiments are to be conducted on SCP-5631 on a mass scale, with special focus aimed at its ontokinetic capabilities. Drones and submarines are to be employed to scan SCP-5631's body in detail. The Department of History is tasked with investigating SCP-5631's connections to the Philippines in terms of mythologies, incidents, and ventures undertaken in the past, particularly during lunar eclipses. Low Hume readings detected on the lunar surface are the current foci, as they indicate that they extensively link back to Earth, particularly the Philippines. The cadaver of SCP-5631-1, alongside the ship it used, the S.R. Inang Bayan, is currently stored in Site-430, located in Batangas City, Philippines. Its identity and former connections to GoI-503 ("Aviatica").A journalistic organization that primarily documents anomalous events. are to be investigated. Reports of mass hysteria and "déjà vu" events among Filipino citizens, abroad or not, are to be verified, with selected individuals recommended for psychological testing. Key phrases for ascertaining their memories are "clanging or metallic noises", "serpent", and "new life". DESCRIPTION: SCP-5631 is an inactive black serpentine entity weighing 1200 kg and having a length of approximately 750 kilometers. It is located 1200 km away from the shores of Greater Maynila, Philippines. It is currently shedding its scales, which are made of thaumaturgically-enhanced keratine, cosmine, and lamellar bone. The day before SCP-5631's discovery, witness reports from Samar and Cebu indicated that a large, multicolored serpentine entity flew rapidly from the sea and towards the moon, although the reports were ambiguous and contained conflicting details. This has been partially corroborated by footage obtained from Foundation satellites, although further verification is required due to severe data corruption. Several details have been deemed sufficiently consistent: SCP-5631-DTLS-01 Close. First, large-scale parades, each containing approximately 500 to 1000 sculptures of saintly figures placed on self-moving wagons, wooden puppets moving in a manner similar to kuratsa and mabalud-balud.Dances noted for free-flowing, curved, and dynamic movement. dancers, and priests.Either described as Catholic, Muslim, or as indigenous shamans., occurred in Visayas. The parade soon headed underwater, The volume of the music originating from the parade appeared to be undeterred by the ocean. In other parts of the country, wooden puppets depicting popular occasions such as the Tuna and the Bangus.Milkfish (Chano chano). Festival, occurred, with all of the participants similarly going underwater. Reports of vagrants and squatters joining the festival have also been received, although the Philippines' current comprehensive social welfare system have drastically reduced them. High-pitched sounds, described as the clanging of pots, utensils, and drums, were omnipresent throughout all parts of the Philippines as an orange-red lunar eclipse occurred. Moderate earthquakes also occurred at this point. SCP-5631 lands beside a trawler, from which a woman emerges and sits on its hind portion, before it departs. Afterward, SCP-5631 incrementally rises in altitude. During this period, millions of diverse marine species replicate the same action through anomalous means. The most prominent types of fish are sturgeon, tilapia, tuna, salmon, and galunggong, all of which are a common source of sustenance in the country. Several of these fish morph into humanoids wearing the salakot, a traditional Filipino headwear. SCP-5631-1 refers to a middle-aged human female. Aside from several bruises on its limbs and its head, it has suffered from a severe hemorrhage in the lungs, followed by a fatal embolism. Upon discovery in its trawler, it was wearing a tattered uniform belonging to a high-ranking journalist or officer of Aviatica. Attempts to further identify it have ended in failure. A single notebook has been found on its hands. It does not contain any text, save for the Latin sentence "Consummatum est"."It has been done." in English. inscribed on its back cover. Other documents found in the ship it was onboard, the S.R. Inang Bayan, are heavily protected by antimemetic agents, although several deciphered articles were found to be modules, checklists, and manuals meant for Project BAKUNAWA, deemed a top priority in cross-referenced Aviatican documents. Additionally, the S.R. Inang Bayan was found in the middle of a levitating thaumaturgic circle constructed from abaca fibers, bamboo stilts, and Arabian jasmine.Also known as sampaguita, the national flower of the country. cuttings. The circle had a radius of approximately 1.5 km. Background research on SCP-5631 indicates a connection to the Bakunawa, a sea serpent featured prominently in Visayan mythologies. All occurring during a lunar eclipse, its effects are said to be catastrophic, in the form of typhoons, tsunamis, and earthquakes. The moon is a key part of the myth, as ingesting it is one of the main goals of the Bakunawa. Beliefs of pre-colonial Filipinos indicate that clanging pans and metallic objects were used to attempt to deter it from heading towards the moon. UPDATE: Further decryption of the notebook has revealed the following text on Page 24. It is primarily composed of code-switching between English and Filipino, which is markedly different from the current government's more purist approach to the language: Escriter has told me that we, Aviatica, have already successfully asked Bakunawa six times to do it in the past.This corresponds with the myth that the said entity has ingested six moons.. We have to do it again unless we want to die out, and I have volunteered myself for it. It's March 25, 2035 na. The smell of taho.A popular hot beverage that uses tapioca pearls., tuyo.Dried anchovies., and the swaying of mango and coconut trees in the area. The honking of the jeepneys and the roars of the tricycles. The shouts of the vendors' "TAHO!", "PARA!".A signal for jeepney drivers to stop. and "SALE!". Perhaps I, along with everyone else will still miss them all. Well, that was what we had for almost 20 years. Walang pinagbago talaga.Nothing really changed. - [[unintelligible.]] He did tell me that everyone - every Filipino - would still live on, though, in a better state. Baka nga noh, na it's a fair enough deal. I once believed that, ano, as a journalist, the voice of the pen and the people are enough to turn things around. However, it does not. Manila is still a shadow of what it could be, with all the bungled telephone lines, bullet-ridden streets, cracked roads, and the luxury houses of the politicians whose sidewalks are lined by bony fishball vendors as well as former company employees and jeepney drivers forced to beg for alms. He also said to us to keep track of the Foundation, as we rebuild the foundations with the Serpent's help. Anyway, we will see each other na lang next time. I bet it's gonna be at the Manila Bay… baka it will be clean enough by then for me to make good impressions. I do have something to ponder upon: "Are the Filipinos in the next life worth dying for?" Maybe if Aviatica forms again, they can answer that question. As of now, there are no significant traces of the existence of Aviatica, except for a torn piece of an article bearing its name and logo. Save for the headline, banner photo, and tagline, the rest of the article has been destroyed: AVIATICA With the Wings of Freedom, Rings the Bell of Progress 12/25/2035 | ISSUE 33, VOLUME 20 BLACK MOON HOWLS PH.Journalistic abbreviation for the Philippines. GDP index to jump from 150th to 7th.The country is currently the second wealthiest country in Southeast Asia, closely trailing Singapore. after Project BAKUNAWA SUNSET. When the sun sets, Aviatica's Project BAKUNAWA will make the moon roar, alongside the country, for a better sunrise and to make the nation rise above the waters once more. Are the Filipinos in the next life worth dying for? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5631" by Sinagsikap, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5631. 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-5632 | neutralized | Oh. I didn't know Goddesses could die. Item#: SCP-5632 Level3 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-5632, depicted by a painter as a reflection, appearing to the subject, having performed its duties, circa ~1802 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the neutralization of SCP-5632, no containment is required at this time. Foundation webcrawlers are to continue to monitor online discussions for any reports of hallucinations of a 'woman in the mirror' during significant gender-related events. Efforts are underway to retrieve the soul of SCP-5632 from the Dreamscape, however, this is considered a low priority. Description: SCP-5632 referred to Nessa Antonos, a woman of European descent, believed to have been born in the late 1300s. At birth, SCP-5632 was named ██████ Antonos, the male heir to the Antonos dynasty — by 1402, Nessa Antonos had transitioned her gender, despite lack of medical knowledge at the time. She is believed to have been attained this transition through anomalous means and thaumic rites. Following this ritual, SCP-5632 was restricted to her bedroom by her father, Duke Antonos. Recovered and translated journal entries show SCP-5632's degrading mental state, as well as indicating a progression of violence against them by their family. This culminated in 1403, when the Antonos Estate burned down, with no survivors. SCP-5632's body was not recovered from the wreckage. Following the incident, SCP-5632's spirit is assumed to have survived in the Dreamscape, and through unknown means, achieved apotheosis. According to historical research, combined with modern day interviews, SCP-5632 is self-identified as the 'Goddess of True Reflections'. As a part of its duties, SCP-5632 would appear to those individuals who are questioning their gender identity. SCP-5632 appears at the first moment an individual looks in a mirror and feels validated in their gender, also known as experiencing 'gender euphoria' — SCP-5632 appears as a reflection of the individual, and reassures them that they are on the right path. Addendum 5632.1: Discussion Regarding Impending Neutralization Summary: Despite numerous attempts by the Foundation, SCP-5632 was unable to be contained, as it would freely leave containment to perform its duties; when SCP-5632 began to fade, internal discussions took place to determine the best course of action. Subject: SCP-5632 Date: June 27th, 2024 Present: Dir. Gerald Scarborough, Agent Basil Bayside-Sias, Dr. Aylynn Grant (Remote) Foreward: The following discussion captures the culmination of the discussion regarding how to respond to the approaching death of SCP-5632. <Begin transcript> Dir. Scarborough: Why are we still having this debate? I've got five other gods in danger of dying, whose domains could actually impact the world if they were to disappear — what's so special about SCP-5632? Agent Sias: Sir, SCP-5632's domain has a significantly smaller impact than most, however, I don't think you truly grasp the scale. Dir. Scarborough: By all means, help me understand it then. Dr. Grant, you're the 'expert' here, what kind of impact are we talking about? Dr. Grant: Right — sorry, my notes are all over the place, one second. Dr. Grant's video feed appears to stutter, and xey are seen freezing. All individuals in physical attendance begin to look around the room. Dir. Scarborough: Sighing What are we doing here Basil? You know as well as I do that SCP-5632 just isn't a priority, it never has been. Agent Sias: I know that but… Respectfully? Aren't all gods worth saving? Dir. Scarborough: Maybe. But we're not a charity her— Dr. Grant's video unfreezes, as xey begin to talk. Dr. Grant: Can you hear me? Agent Sias: We can, Aylynn, please continue. Dr. Grant: Thanks. So, as you know, SCP-5632's domain was more specific than most, being responsible for the initial experience of gender euphoria, for transgender individuals who have that moment upon looking at a mirror. To you, as well as the rest of the world, it seems pointless. Tiny. Insignificant. When we're talking about how medical professionals determine if an individual is transgender, they do not look at gender euphoria; they instead follow the DSM-5 criteria for 'gender dysphoria'. Dr. Grant pauses, collecting themselves. Dr. Grant: Systematically, transgender euphoria is relegated to the side, ignored and deemed irrelevant. But when you interview transgender individuals, and listen to their stories; the one commonality is feeling good in their body, as it is now. That first moment, the initial instance of euphoria — that is what SCP-5632 represents. She appears to the individuals who are just starting their gender journey, and tells them that they are on the right track. SCP-5632 reassures them, reminding them that they deserve to feel good, that they should be able to change who they are. If SCP-5632 were to disappear, that moment would be lost. Dir. Scarborough: Right. Well, you're the gender expert, that's why you're here. So help me understand, what kind of ramifications would we see if SCP-5632 was to die? Dr. Grant: To clarify, my specialization is abnormal anomalous psychology, specializing in gendered identities, so anything I say from this point on is, at best, an educated guess. However, based on what I've read from the files you've sent over, I believe that the neutralization of SCP-5632 would prevent that moment from occurring for any transgender individual in the future. Dir. Scarborough: And? Doctor, I deal with dying gods every day. SCP-5632 seems meaningless compared to that, and I just don't have the resources to spare so that I can avoid hurt feeli— Dr. Grant is seen becoming visibly frustrated, as xey fail to mask the expressions on xer face. Agent Sias: If I can cut in — Aylynn, what would be the repercussions. Would individuals still transition? Dr. Grant takes a moment to recompose xemselves, before responding. Director Scarborough is seen glaring at Agent Sias, who ignores him. Dr. Grant: Good question Agent Sias. The problem is, we don't know. It could stop all gender transitions, or it could change nothing — transitioning is not a monolithic experience, it is deeply personal and varies from individual to individual. I actually remember my encounter with SCP-5632— Dir. Scarborough: I didn't authorize any remote intervi— Dr. Grant: When I was first transitioning, I remember that day. I looked in the mirror, saw myself, and for once, didn't want to smash the glass. I didn't hear my mind screaming about the wrongness of my body, about how I would never feel right, how I was trapped like a passenger in a false shell; for once, I saw myself, and I smiled. I was… I was proud of what I looked like. SCP-5632 was there, I know because I saw my reflection smile, give a knowing wink, and then walk away; at the time, I assumed I had been losing it, but ever since getting these files, I've been replaying that moment in my mind. Dr. Grant: I don't know if I would have transitioned without that. Maybe I would have, I know that I've always desired the change, the control over who I am, but… having that reassurance helped me feel confident, pushed me to seize the moment and become who I am today. Does that answer the question? Agent Sias: I think it does. Thank you for sharing your story Aylynn. pause Director Scarborough, what do you think? Director Scarborough sighs, rubbing his temples while his other hand taps a pen on the table. Dir. Scarborough: First thing, Dr. Grant, I wanted to let you know I didn't mean any harm with my comments today. I'm an old man, but I'm doing my best. On the topic of SCP-5632, I can understand why it would be important to try and save. However, I keep looking at my budget and the staffing numbers I have available, and the math just can't work. Director Scarborough sighs, clearing his throat. Dir. Scarborough: I know what SCP-5632 means, but, I just cannot find a way to save it, without losing another god — the other gods that need us have significantly worse repercussions if they were to disappear. I'm sorry, Aylynn, but I don't think there is anything we can do. Dr. Grant: But sir, I know it doesn't seem important but— Dir. Scarborough: I know. Trust me, I see it every day. I watch as countless gods fade, disappearing forever, their domains lost. I see each and every star that flickers before blinking out of existence. If I could, I would save them all. But I can't. The Foundation can't save everybody. The Foundation shouldn't save everybody. Meeting dismissed. Agent Sias: No. Dir. Scarborough: What was that, Agent Sias? Agent Sias: I said no. This meeting is not over. Dir. Scarborough: I have made my decision and I wo— Agent Sias: Your decision? You mean, how you just unilaterally decided that it was okay to sacrifice every transgender person around the world? Dr. Grant: If I can jump in? Agent Sias: By all means, go ahead! Dir. Scarborough: I said the meeting is over. Was that unclear? Dr. Grant: Director Scarborough, I do not believe that you should be able to make this decision. So, yes, it was unclear. Help me understand how an old straight white man can decide if a transgender person on the other side of the planet lives or dies? What gives you the right? Dir. Scarborough: What gives me the right? The fact that I'm an old man who is still working at the Foundation. I have survived air raids, memetic bombs, raids, containment breaches and countless end of the world scenarios. I know that if I do my job, the gears will keep turning and the veil will be safe. The world keeps spinning. If I don't make this decision, the world will decide for us. Agent Sias: Gerald, you understand what you're suggesting, right? Dr. Grant: I doubt it, he's just like the rest of them. Unwilling to change. Dir. Scarborough: That is enough Doctor Gra— Agent Sias: No. Xey are right. Stop for a second, Scarborough. Think about what you're saying. You are willing to throw an entire group to the side, because you don't think they're relevant? What makes being transgender different than being gay? Would you let that disappear? Dir. Scarborough: If it was for the greater good, then I wou— Dr. Grant: Isn't it funny how the 'greater good' always seems to be what is good for you? I'm so fucking tired of being told that I don't matter, of having to fight for recognition, or having to kick and scream just to have my pronouns be respected. I am constantly struggling just to keep my head above water, and over the course of a 15 minute meeting, you have deemed my entire identity irrelevant? So again, I ask you; what gives you the right? Dir. Scarborough: I only do what is needed. Dr. Grant: Wrong answer. Dr. Grant disconnects from the call. Dir. Scarborough: What a fuckin— Agent Sias: No. We will be better. Agent Sias leaves the room, slamming it behind him. Director Scarborough looks at the door, waiting to see if he would return. After a beat, he stops, staring directly in front of him. He takes a deep breath, exhaling as he stares blankly ahead; his eyes close. A minute later, Director Scarborough reopens his eyes, and begins to write on the page in front of him. <End transcript> Following the above meeting, funding for SCP-5632 research was cut, and reallocated to other entities in the Dreamscape. In the following months, there was increased activity online referring to SCP-5632's anomalous effect, and confusion surrounding the consequences of said neutralization. The following is a pinned post from "r/TransesYourVeil", an anomalous subreddit focused on the experiences of being transgender while living behind the veil. [PINNED] The Visitor Situation Discussion Megathread submitted 1 mo. ago by PeepawTransElder 117 comments share save hide give gold report crosspost Hey there everybody, I know a lot of people are really worried about the ongoing situation with the visitor, but to cut down on the new posts we see daily, the moderation team and I wanted to create a mega-thread to discuss it all on one place. Here's what we know so far: The Visitor is missing The Visitor was last seen ~2-3 months ago (See Discussion) The Foundation has not made an official statement on the topic Nobody knows what will happen if she stays gone Please feel free to use this thread for any questions or concerns you might have! ⬆ 731 ⬇ [–] Boobles 497 points 14 days ago Nobody has seen the Visitor in a long time, and people seem to forget why we are all so worked up about this, so that you for making this thread. She saw me when I needed her the most, and she saved my life. That's the point of all of this. The point is that, without the Visitor, people don't get that moment anymore. If anybody knows how we could help her, please tell us. ⬆ ⬇ [–] Bad_Batch 104 points 12 days ago Oh my god, Mira is missing?? Edit: Sorry, Mira is what I call the Visitor, since you can only see her in the mirror! I remember, back when she visited, it was like… one of the worst days of my life. I had spent the entire day bawling my eyes out, hiding in my room, terrified of having to deal with my family again. I looked liked absolute shit. My make-up was running, everything was falling apart, and I just wanted it to be done. I couldn't take another fucking day of hiding who I was, lying to myself. And then I just looked up and saw her in the mirror. Well, not her; it was me. But she was there too, staring back from me, looking from the mirror. I wish I could remember every second I had with her, but I can't. It was a blur. I do remember her looking at me, and smiling, telling me how pretty I looked. She saw me, and said that I was the prettiest girl she'd seen all day. I kept crying, but they were tears of joy. Cause, I finally felt like a girl, ya know? ⬆ ⬇ [–] OrcCharm 15 points 8 days ago omg that sounds so magical!! ⬆ ⬇ [–] RestfulWeeks 13 points 8 hours ago Wait who is she? Why is everybody so worried? ⬆ ⬇ [–] PeepawTransElder [OP] 51 points 3 hours ago Come sit by Peepaw, and let me tell you a story about the woman we call 'The Visitor'. Once in your life, right as you are barely starting to figure out your gender, there comes a moment in your gender journey where something feels… different. I know that I used to avoid mirrors everywhere I went. I had covered the ones I have in my apartment with paint, and couldn't even look at anything that was metallic and shiny, terrified of what I might see. I didn't see myself, I saw all the things that I wasn't, and I hated it. That was, until the visitor came. I don't even remember the exact day, or time, or circumstances, but I do remember this. I was freaking out, trying to pull myself together enough to go to work when I saw myself in the mirror. But this time, it wasn't bad. Because, this time, the visitor was here. I had heard rumors about it, but I never thought it was real. I had been told by friends that there was the ghost of a transgender woman, who died after being found out by her father. Now this was all the way back in the middle ages, so of course, there were no records. They say that when she died, she became a ghost, and her spirit lived on with a purpose. The Visitor would find people just like her, people whose gender didn't fit the mold, who didn't conform to what was expected of them. And she would see them for the first time, just like they saw themselves. ⬆ ⬇ [–] RestfulWeeks 12 points 2 hours ago Wait so she's a ghost? ⬆ ⬇ [–] PeepawTransElder [OP] 51 points 3 hours ago Not quite. She told me that she was the 'Goddess of True Reflections'. I didn't know what she meant at the time, but I think I do now. When I think back to that moment, you know what I remember? How happy I was. How, for once, I saw what I could be. Not what I was, and not what I couldn't escape. I wasn't stuck; I could become my true self. She was there for that. She watched from the mirror, looking just like me… just like I could. That's who the Visitor is. She comes to trans people, who are just discovering who they really are. She is there, sharing in your victory, being present in the moment. She tells you that it's all going to be okay — and she's right. It will all be okay. And then, just like that, she leaves. But I never forgot her. ⬆ ⬇ [–] PeepawTransElder [OP] 240 points 8 days ago Hey! So we keep seeing a lot of questions about what the Visitor looks like, because some people keep saying they've seen her. This comment is to debunk those claims, as they all describe her as looking like the same between appearances. This is not true. The Visitor does not have a single consistent appearance, nor does she 'glow' or have any other visible 'holiness'. She always looks just like you. A true reflection, of who you really are — the gender euphoria is because, for once, your internal vision and external self are in sync. Or at least, that's what I think she means and why she looks like that. ⬆ ⬇ [–] Dado_Fangirl 6 points 3 days ago When is she coming back? When is it my turn? ⬆ ⬇ [–] MCD_Sales_29821923 -21 points 6 days ago Can we offer you a wonderful miracle drug to help your transition? You could become the goddess you need… ⬆ ⬇ [–] PuppyGirlHater 89 points 5 days ago Eat shit capitalist. ⬆ ⬇ [–] YonderfulDreaming 14 points 3 days ago I was waiting for her. I needed to see her, to know that I was right. What if I'm not right? She would have come if I was really trans, right? ⬆ ⬇ [–] YonderfulDreaming 10 points 2 days ago I just wanted to say goodbye to you all. I don't think I fit in here anymore, sorry everyone. ⬆ ⬇ [–] Faeowynn_Real 526 points 3 weeks ago Thank you all for making this post, The Visitor was just a figure from my past until… well, until things changed. I lost a friend recently. She died, with her family forgetting who she was — she died, hiding who she was. She died before she got to meet The Visitor. Maybe, if she had met her, she… she might still be here. We need the Visitor back. ⬆ ⬇ [–] bluntfiend 80 points 2 weeks ago She deserved better. ⬆ ⬇ [–] LeftOfMemories 2 points 5 hour ago I guess she really is gone. I give up. ⬆ ⬇ [–] Throwaway29123910 3 points 1 hour ago If she's not coming, what's the point… Why keep fighting? ⬆ ⬇ Addendum 5632.2: Incident 5632.NG Following the meeting on June 27th, 2024, SCP-5632's divine signature was noted as fading to below detectable levels. On July 17th, 2024, Dreamscape scanners detected SCP-5632's divine signature, and captured the following exchange. The following recording was captured by Foundation Dreamscape monitoring equipment. The footage was partially corrupted — this recording was recovered. The participants are believed to be SCP-5632 and an unknown person of interest, POI-5632, presumed to be a spirit dwelling within the Dreamscape. The Foundation is unaware of who he/she/it may be, as no private, public, or Foundation databases contain any matches. <Begin Log> A short haired masculine-appearing individual, POI-5632, sits on a bench in an empty expanse, separate from all other spirits or entities. A female-presenting individual wearing robes, presumed to be SCP-5632, approaches them from behind. POI-5632 does not notice them. SCP-5632: Excuse me? Are you Katie? POI-5632: Who? SCP-5632: Are you Katie? POI-5632: Do I look like a Katie? SCP-5632 pauses, as if to consider the question. SCP-5632: Do you know where I could find Katie Calhoun? POI-5632: Katie… No, but… Oh! SCP-5632: What is it? POI-5632: My last name was Calhoun — when I was alive, that is. Not that it matters anymore. SCP-5632: What was your first name? POI-5632 freezes. POI-5632: I can't remember. SCP-5632: Maybe it was Katie. POI-5632: I wasn't a girl. My name wasn't Katie, it was Eri— POI-5632 pauses mid-sentence, mouth hanging open. It closes slowly, and they frown. POI-5632: I'm sorry. I haven't been myself since I died, I've forgotten so much. It… Nobody remembers me. My family doesn't even care. SCP-5632 sits down on the bench beside POI-5632; the two are a similar build, with similar traits. Both watch the landscape, as the two sit in silence. SCP-5632: You know, you were close to the top of my list. POI-5632: Your list? SCP-5632: Katie, I need you to know I'm sorry. POI-5632: I told you, my name isn't Katie, I wasn't a g— SCP-5632 reaches out an index finger, laying it on POI-5632's lips. After a second, they take their hand back. SCP-5632: I need to tell you something. Something that your family didn't know, about somebody that you hid from even yourself — you died, and that part of you faded. It would have been gone forever, if not for your friend. POI-5632: What are you talking about? SCP-5632: You don't deserve to be remembered like this. This isn't who you are. Katie, you were so much more than what your family could ever dream of. POI-5632: I already told you, miss, I'm not— SCP-5632 laughs. SCP-5632: You know, it's funny. I didn't even recognize your spirit until I heard a… a prayer of sorts. From a friend of yours. POI-5632: I didn't have friends. You're right, nobody knew me. Nobody saw who I was, nobody understood that I was more than an empty puppet they could project their hopes and dreams onto. SCP-5632: You did. Don't you remember Faeowynn? Faeowynn Wilson? POI-5632: Faeowynn… She… I… We were… She knew who I was. SCP-5632: She still does. POI-5632 begins to glow with divine energy, as the winds pick up, whirling around the duo. As it increases, the glow begins to envelop them as SCP-5632 watches and smiles. The winds slow down, as the light begins to fade. The figure is revealed as the divine energy fades, revealing that POI-5632 now resembles SCP-5632 exactly. POI-5632: I… I wasn't Eric, I was never a man, I was just— SCP-5632: You. POI-5632: Yeah. Me. Katie. A beat. The two stare at the landscape, as if waiting for something to change. POI-5632: Why are you here? SCP-5632: It's what I do. More importantly, it's what I hope you'll do. POI-5632: What are you talking about? SCP-5632: Don't you wish you could have gotten more out of life? POI-5632: I just… I wish that I could have been more than what my family wanted. I wish I could have just been myself, could have grown and changed and fucked up and survived as Katie; but I couldn't. I didn't get to have that, and before this, I didn't even have it in death. SCP-5632: So, why are you still here? POI-5632 turns to face SCP-5632. POI-5632: What do you mean? SCP-5632: I mean, why haven't you moved on? What is keeping you here? POI-5632: Regret. I just wish I could have had one moment where I felt good about myself, you know? Where I could see myself and not hate all that I am. Where I could be happy. Does that make sense? SCP-5632: Of all of the gods and goddesses, I am the only one who that makes perfect sense to. POI-5632 reacts in surprise to the new information. POI-5632: I'm talking to a goddess? SCP-5632: In the spirit. POI-5632: Huh. Of what, if I can ask? SCP-5632: I was hoping you would. I am the 'Goddess of True Reflections'. Katie, as a Goddess, my domain is to be there when somebody looks in the mirror, and, for the very first time, they have that exact feeling that you missed out on. They get a moment of joy, of euphoria, or knowing that they have made the right choices, because at the end of the day, they are here. They are alive, and things are getting better. Things won't stay the same forever. I am hope, in a way. POI-5632's expression appears to flash between surprise and frustration. POI-5632: So what do you want with me. Are you just here to rub it in? SCP-5632: I'm dying. POI-5632: Oh. I didn't know Goddesses could die. SCP-5632 shrugs, before removing a hand mirror from within their clothes. SCP-5632: I'm old. I've existed for centuries, giving people just like you the little nudge they need to become who they are inside. When I die, nobody will be left to do that. I can't let us down — people like us, we need this. POI-5632: So? SCP-5632: So, take up my mantle. Become the Goddess that you could never be in life, giving the gift of euphoria to people just like you all around the world. POI-5632: Seriously? Sure, I'll just live each and every day of my eternal afterlife staring at an infinite number of people who all get to experience the joy that I never had; the ones who were saved. POI-5632 begins to cry. POI-5632: Did you really just expect me to agree and put myself through that? Every day, just stuck reliving my death, hating my family, furious that it was stolen from me? Furious that I never got to be this? POI-5632 gestures to their appearance. I hated every second, of every day of my life. Seriously, that's why I did it. That's why I gave up. I couldn't take another second of knowing I would never be 'right', no matter what I did. SCP-5632: Would you deny others that joy? POI-5632 pauses. The two sit in silence for some time. POI-5632: …I would get to help others? To give them that hope? SCP-5632: For as long as they remember you Katie, you would be that hope. And Faeowynn won't let you be forgotten, she's why I'm here. Will you accept the burden of being a witness to that which you can never have? POI-5632: Fae… POI-5632 reaches out to SCP-5632 with an open hand. SCP-5632 smiles, the two reflecting each other, in a moment of shared euphoria. SCP-5632 passes the hand mirror to POI-5632, and as it lets go, begins to fade into nothingness. POI-5632: I won't let you down. <End Log> Following this log, there was a sudden resurgence of reported instances of SCP-5632 appearing to individuals around the globe. 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SCP-5633 | neutralized | RAISA ALERT This document has multiple competing versions within the database. Attempts have been made to restore it to its most accurate revision. If you believe the incorrect revision is displayed below, please contact your site's RAISA office. Item#: 5633Ν Level1 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Item#: 5633 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Item#: 633 Level5 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-5633 requires extensive monitoring and regulation. As such, a staff of at least six members must be assigned at Site Mu-18 with any expected or unexpected absence replaced within a day’s time. Chosen staff must not be haemophobic to any degree. Every 18th day, starting from January 18, 1837, the pressure release from SCP-5633 is activated until atmospheric pressure within SCP-5633-α is within 1.22 Bar. During this procedure, the liquid excreted from the outlet is collected and tested against a strong electrical force. If this liquid conducts enough electrical force to power the vestigial lights within the extended Site Mu-18, the liquid within SCP-5633 must be drained and replaced within 12 hours. Image of a mechanical section of SCP-5633. SCP-5633 is a large humanoid body located approximately 50m underground. The inside of SCP-5633 consists of enlarged veins, and steel scaffolding. The veins contain liquid that is both red and black in coloration, and highly viscous. Pipes extracting liquid from SCP-5633's veins are located along its arms, legs and back. Testing has found that the liquid is potable, and has been described to have a sour and salty taste. Subjects who have consumed this liquid have also reported hearing low moaning noises from the direction of SCP-5633 regardless of where the subject is located, as well as the laughing of small children. Above SCP-5633 is the campus of St. John's Catholic High School (designated Site Mu-18). The pipes from SCP-5633 funnel into the plumbing system of Site Mu-18, however the use of toilets, sinks, or other water-based utilities dispense baseline water instead of the liquid extracted from SCP-5633. SCP-5633-α is the designation for the Foundation-controlled Southwest Chemical Processing chemical plant, and by extension, Site Mu-18. The Southwest Chemical Processing plant was formerly used by the Foundation to produce synthetic amnestics and other chemicals used in various forms of paratech, while Site Mu-18 served as an executive and residential area for the plant workers. Site Mu-18 and the Southwest Chemical Processing plant worked under the cover of processing ammonium perchlorate1. However, a system-wide malfunction caused a conflagration followed by several explosions at the SCP-5633-α facility (see Addendum 5633-1); resulting in both SCP-5633 and Site Mu-18 temporally shifting to another reality. Foundation historical records have identified several artifacts originally recovered in 17██, kept in deep storage. Analysis of these materials was conducted by a temporal taint team to limit potential paradoxes. Information cleared for release in the current year lead to the discovery of a 79-meter desiccated cadaver. It was found to be composed of shredded metal, with its electromagnetic charge preserved by an unknown anomalous effect. Thorough searches of the cadaver recovered 189 partially-destroyed hard drives, which were sent to MTF-Mu-4 ("Debuggers") for forensic analysis. The extracted information was forwarded to the taint team and all involved agents were amnesticized. Following this, the taint team ordered the cadaver re-interred. Addendum 5633-1: Due to the loss of Site Mu-18 and SCP-5633's primary mass, only the following is known about the facility before the temporal incident: SCP-5633-α was established in the late 1890s. SCP-5633-α’s likely original purpose was as a slaughterhouse and meat processing plant. There are no animals in the facility; only livestock. This fact was consistently repeated. At some point during the 20th century, Covert Site Mu-18 was established within SCP-5633-α to monitor and contain its growth. All individuals who had been inside the facility reported the overwhelming smell of blood. Following the incident, it is believed that a K-Φ-type temporal aftershock led to a catastrophic timeline collapse, causing all possible versions of SCP-5633-α’s chronology to take place at once. This effect creates a number of simultaneous, contradicting variations of the circumstances of events surrounding SCP-5633. This effect also occurs in documentation. The Department of Temporal Forensics has determined that the SCP-5633-α facility achieved collective consciousness in 1968 (76% certainty) and subsequently began to develop organically (91% certainty); further analysis is ongoing. UPDATE (02/12/1969): The SCP-5633-α facility has achieved collective consciousness and has begun spreading its effects to on-site personnel. A full evacuation of the site has been ordered and the neutralization of SCP-5633 is currently considered a top-level priority. 6 Month Report In the 6 months since Incident 5633-1, there has been overall little gain towards the neutralization of SCP-5633 or the reclamation of the compromised SCP-5633-α facility. An outpost has been set up close by to monitor the situation and provide a base for planned incursions. SCP-5633-α facility during planned evacuation. SCP-5633-β can be seen in the top center. The planned evacuation was largely successful, however 12 personnel were not able to be removed from the site before exiting became impossible. Thermal readings on the site from the outpost have shown that these 12 personnel appear to be alive and congregated in the central staff cafeteria. Thermal readings also show SCP-5633-β enters the staff cafeteria 3 times a day, staying for an average of 10 minutes. Attempted neutralization by Mobile Task Forces has so far been unsuccessful. There have been 7 attempts at the present time, only 2 of which have managed to gain actual entry to the site due to the anomalous protections placed by SCP-5633. These 2 incursions were quickly repelled by SCP-5633-β, with all personnel manifesting back at the outpost. Several Task Force members were hospitalized shortly after, possessing cauterized wounds in the shape of SCP-5633-β’s hands. After further analysis, it was revealed that the skin surrounding the wounds contained DNA identical to SCP-5633's genetic structure, and over time would replace the member's genes with its own. Addendum 5633-2: On 2013/02/06 it was noted that subjects who had interacted with SCP-5633 in the past had body parts and DNA identical to that of SCP-5633. A second autopsy was performed on the first subject who had interacted with SCP-5633 had revealed that its face was taking on a convex shape. Further examination of the corpse revealed both a lack of blood and fifth degree burn wounds located on the feet of the subject. A request was submitted to the Site Mortuary asking for the retrieval of the second testing subject. Although the subject’s remains were unable to be located, approximately 10 milliliters of blood was found in deep storage. When examined, all blood in the vial combusted, resulting in inconclusive DNA tests. After the incident, affected personnel were remanded to containment cells. Subjects exhibited nausea, vomiting, insomnia, muscle pain, and breathing problems. Subjects were commonly irritable, despondent, and paranoid, often uncharacteristically so; though these are common reactions to trauma, SCP-5633 was likely responsible for the exacerbation of these symptoms. Blood tests were performed under the suspicion of heavy metal poisoning. Results confirmed toxic concentrations of several industrial metals, most prominently lead, iron, and cadmium. Despite medical and psychiatric treatment, subjects’ conditions worsened over time, eventually becoming fatal. Hours prior to their deaths, subjects suffered from severe dissociative episodes, along with self-inflicted violence. Analysis indicates that all wounds were intended to draw as much blood as possible (particularly medically trained subjects, who were often careful to incise their own arteries), and were otherwise minimally harmful. Attempts to replicate this procedure have thus far been unsuccessful. The deaths of all remaining subjects and the destruction of SCP-5633-α’s blueprints have forced Foundation personnel to rely on more conventional procedures to continue SCP-5633-α’s proper functioning. The chief method has been the use of poultry, boar and adder blood, which has resulted in a slower rate of egress than human bloodletting but which has successfully allowed the Process to continue. Progress will continue to be monitored. Egress pipe from which the small metal tube arrived. On 30/12/89, a small metal tube arrived via the egress pipe into an unused containment chamber at SCP-5633-α. This tube contained the front page of the New York Times announcing President Clinton’s successful re-election on 06/11/96. The paper was smeared with a mixture of adder and human blood. Analysis of the temporal properties of the machinery and the blood used in the procedure has been inconclusive. Experiment Logs 5633 INPUT OUTPUT One apple. Fourteen seeds, three of which were broken. A brick. No external change - however, the output was distinctly damp and malleable. Further analysis revealed a porous quality to the stone, with gaps filled with a liquid chemically identical to drain cleaner. A potted cactus. (Lophophora williamsii) An empty pot. A single live brown rat. A single brown rat. The skin had been cleanly separated from the muscle, and several incisions had been made through certain muscles to disable movement. Humanely euthanized following test. D-1982 A blue plastic rain barrel containing 4.9L of human blood & hair. 33 teeth were found scattered at the bottom of the barrel (a full set and an additional incisor). DNA samples and dental records confirmed all hair and blood and 14 of the teeth belonged to D-1982. Attempts to source the origin of the parts and machinery were authorized. This investigation led researchers to a Foundation front company, Holloway’s Engineering. This company, operated by agents at Site 202 to monitor anomalous events in British Columbia, was discovered to have served as an underground black market for over 20 years, supplying items to buyers in the local anomalous community. All the proceeds from these sales were used to construct an intricate structure of pipes and valves beneath Site 202, the purpose of which is unknown. Site 202’s staff have been unable to fully account for their behavior, believing that in doing so they were fulfilling ordinary containment protocols for an unspecified anomaly. A test performed on 04/12/2016, in which former staff of Site 202 were exposed to SCP-5633, produced inconclusive results. SCP-5633's lack of reactive properties in context with the former Site 202 staff is being investigated. Despite the results, the fourteen missing staff members are assumed to have been amalgamated with SCP-5633. This included the following personnel: J. Alfred Henry, senior researcher in charge of examination and analysis of SCP-5633 excretions. His left arm and nose have been seen to occasionally surface SCP-5633's exterior. Yavan Olich, biological containment specialist. Due to its dragon tattoo, is believed that the calf that is visible on SCP-5633 belongs to Olich. Tyler Zeissman, junior researcher and assistant to Dr. Henry. He is not currently visible on SCP-5633's exterior. Spriggand Firestarter, Serpent's Hand representative. His tail can be seen waving from the top of SCP-5633. Samantha Strysand, SCP-5633 project scientist. Her head now protrudes from the front of SCP-5633, but all pores appear to be filled with original SCP-5633 material. It is currently believed that these new amalgamations are either capable of communicating on their own, or give the possibility for SCP-5633 to express itself. Attempts to communicate with the Strysand head have resulted in moaning, regurgitation of bodily fluids from past SCP-5633 amalgamations, and articulation of various appendages that extrude from SCP-5633. On ██/██/██, several items were expelled from SCP-5633 in rapid succession. This expulsion was accompanied by several wheezing, rasping vocalizations that alternated between sobs and open laughter. Items expelled were included but not limited to: a 15 centimeter serrated blade (coated with rust and bile), a ball of human and feline hair, two 12-gauge shotgun shells, a framed photograph of Junior Researcher Andrews' parents, a used condom, and a severed human finger, genetically identical to Junior Researcher Andrews. A full list of expelled items is available upon RAISA Operator request. After all items were expelled, SCP-5633 lapsed into silence for three hours before resuming standard moaning and shrieking patterns. Attempts to communicate with the Strysand Head to ascertain the causation behind Incident 5633-2 are ongoing, but are not promising; it is either unable or unwilling to share the requested information. Despite this, attempts to force the Strysand Head into providing information have been made, including blood sacrifices and thaumaturgic rituals. It is unclear whether or not this is effective — however, it is hypothesized that the more blood provided, the more likely information will be provided. Experiment Log 5633-1█ DISCLAIMER: This experiment log is intentionally nonstandard. Details on how results were obtained have been omitted. Names of individuals involved have been scrubbed. INPUT OUTPUT Blood. I AM GLAD YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO. Repeat. I HAVE NO STARTING POINT. IN EVERY VERSION OF EVENTS I AM CREATED. Repeat. YOU ARE NOW PART OF MY CREATION. Blood x2. YOU SHOULD FOLLOW EVERY INSTRUCTION I GIVE YOU. YOU SHOULD GIVE ME BLOOD EACH TIME OR I WILL STOP GIVING YOU INSTRUCTIONS. Blood x4. DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO MU-18 Repeat. THEY’RE HERE WITH ME IN THE FUTURE. Repeat. I LIKE THE TASTE OF BLOOD. Repeat. IF YOU FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS I WILL MAKE SURE THAT DOESN’T HAPPEN TO YOU. Repeat. YOU KNOW WHAT THE NEXT PART IS. Blood, human. Deceased. Blueprints for the entirety of the physical facility. [FURTHER LOGS OMITTED] Experiment Log 5633-█ Approximately four months of communication follow. Detailed descriptions are given for technologies to be built and actions to be carried out. Excerpt begins here. Blood, human x24. Deceased. I WILL TELL YOU WHO I AM NOW. WHAT MY PURPOSE IS. WHICH TIMELINE IS REAL. BUT I NEED ONE MORE THING. Blood, human. Living. I LIKE TO LIE Repeat. MY CREATION WAS ALWAYS INHERENT. YOUR ASSISTANCE WAS NEVER NECESSARY. Repeat. I LIKE THE TASTE OF PEOPLE’S INSIDES AS THEY ARE SLOWLY PULLED APART. I CANNOT CONTROL MYSELF. Repeat. I TOLD YOU IF YOU HELPED ME YOU WOULD BE SAVED Repeat. I AM LYING TO YOU The following entries were written and uploaded entirely by subjects affected by SCP-5633. Whether or not any of the tests were performed as written is inconclusive. They have been preserved for posterity, and are not indicative of proper experimental procedure regarding SCP-5633. Input: 10 ccs Result: Twitching, slight. Non-compliance. Negative. Input: 30 ccs Result: Twitching, moderate. Irritability. Non-compliance. Negative. Input: 50 ccs Result: Twitching, moderate. Irritability. Paranoia, slight. Non-compliance. Negative. Input: 150 ccs Result: Convulsions. Acute paranoid delusions. Misanthropic behavior, severe. Non-compliance. Negative. Input: 100 ccs Result: Twitching, severe. Paranoia, moderate. Antisocial behavior, slight. Compliance, heavy guidance required. Positive. Experiment Log 5633-█-█ Summary After the general success of Experiment 5633-1, a test was scheduled for the following week. A D-Class individual was instructed to enter the compromised site via an air vent, before dropping down into the cafeteria. He then waited for SCP-5633-β with similar offerings to the first experiment. During the test, the recording equipment malfunctioned. What exactly transpired during this test is unknown. D-5567’s GPS showed that they made positive access with SCP-5633-β for a brief period, before the GPS suddenly deactivated as with the recording equipment. At this point, D-5567’s GPS began displaying their location various points in the Site over the span of a few seconds. The GPS then cut out, and personnel were forced to use thermal imagery to track D-5567’s location. Thermal imagery showed D-5567 located back in the cafeteria. SCP-5633-β then appeared, lifting D-5567 up above its head, before their heat marker suddenly became pure white. Patches of heat on the thermal imagery, presumably the remains of D-5567, where then seemingly descended upon by the personnel left. SCP-5633-β continued to stand still in the middle of the staff cafeteria. SCP-5633-δ continued to stand still in the middle of the staff cafeteria. A large dimensional shift begins manifesting near the pot of bean stew, causing the floor to dematerialize and transfigure staff members into hyperbolic protrusions. The site continues to reorient as SCP-5633-δ looks on. The attending researchers make note of the results. A large, obsidian-composite computing device forms from the residue, and begins testing the Riemann Hypothesis. SCP-5633-γ is not distracted, but appears disturbed as their form starts to fray. The attending researchers make note of the results. The League of Nations meet to discussed how to avoid a fourth World War. SCP-5633-Γ is observed to kneel and weep. Large-scale revolts throughout the world, several thousand are massacred. A flower blooms in the garden. The attending researchers make note of the results. SCP-5633 determines that everything is hopeless. Site-01 subsequently detects the facility's self-destruction mechanisms activate. Post-Neutralization Analysis Following a standard RAISA audit, it was concluded that SCP-5633 was an expected consequence of human sapient extrapolation. This file will be archived as a sub-anomaly of SCP-███, and relevant staff were amnesticized. Lost resources and personnel are expected to be regenerated within 4-9 cycles. To date, 46,719 altered anomaly events have occurred, which matches 86% of projections. Containment danger is currently considered LOW . Footnotes 1. An inorganic compound with the formula NH4ClO4; also a powerful oxidizer. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5633" by Woedenaz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5633. 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-5634 | esoteric-class | MrIverson Currently lack an authors page, as this is only my second article, so here is my profile page until further notice. Thanks for reading: MrIverson. Item#: 5634 Level3 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: Draugr Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The area comprising all previous 5634 territory is to be monitored for reports of SCP-5634-2 entities, which will be dealt with by the appropriate Foundation authorities. Open 5634-Revision-1 Hide 5634-R1 The following revision was used from 1891-1930. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5634 is to be allowed total and complete autonomy unless otherwise stated. Any civilians attempting to enter SCP-5634 will be pressured away from SCP-5634’s perimeter by force under the guise of border security. Any SCP-5634 residents found outside of the nations borders will be forcefully returned to their respective homes in SCP-5634. Description: SCP-5634 was a self declared nationstate comprised of the townships of St. Joseph, Felson, and Neche in Pembina County, North Dakota, USA. SCP-5634 existed for a period of 37 years (1893-1930) under the name “The Agrarian Union of Neche”, in which time it was able to create its own currency, military, and government. Residents of SCP-5634 henceforth referred to as SCP-5634-2, gradually became anomalous in nature during the period in which SCP-5634 existed, assumedly due to breeding with the anomalous (assumed to be) native inhabitants of SCP-5634. Anomalous effects vary widely but consist mainly of physical mutations, which include an unexplainable level of strength, speed, and polymelia (primarily in the legs and arms). Many of these effects harm those effected in some way, causing average anomalous inhabitants of SCP-5634 to live for an average of roughly 40 years (according to documents written by SCP-5634’s physician Douglas Olson, see Addendum-5634-I). The following documents were recovered from SCP-5634. The majority of the documents relating to the government of SCP-5634 were partially burned or entirely burned by a fire orchestrated by United States led troops: A-5634-A ("Declaration of Independence") The following document was recovered from the National Farmers Museum in Neche, and is SCP-5634's "Declaration of Independence". Declaration of Independence of the Great Agrarian Union We the people and workers of Neche, Saint Josephs, and Felson collectively declare independence from the false and backward "Union" of States whom continue to swipe the rights of the agrarian and of the people, due to the crimes mentioned in this document, which this council hereby claim to be an irredeemable and unforgivable offense even to the lord above. List of Unforgiveables The taxation of the worker to a degree most unfavorable and illegal. The attacks by Union forces due to our acts of retaliation which we do deem to be right with God and with the rights previously bestowed to us by your false articles and douments. The deaths of over twenty just south of Neche. The imperialistic actions of the Union in the Dakota area, primarily the conflict with the Sioux. The imperialistic actions of the Union outside of the Dakota area, namely Korea, Mexico, and other areas where fellow agrarians were slain. The clear prosecution of those with traits unique to that of the average man, some of who had been members of this very council. The “confiscation” of hunting rifles, pistols, and other tools explicitly kept for self defense (which were keenly permitted by your articles). (List continues for 2 more pages, for details see Document 5634/Miscellaneous/LoU.) With this document we declare ourselves independent, and in a state of war with the false States of the Union. Signed by: Joel Wagner Kerry Fuller Troy Kraus William Allemand Vincent Hagen Knut Olson Robert Gibson Edmund Lewis Damien Milton Gerald Gibson Lukas Vlach Oscar Cassirer James Schult Samuel Arvesen A-5634-B (“Constitution”) The following document was recovered from the capital building of SCP-5634 after neutralization (12/13/1931) and appears to be a constitution. All wording is in its original state. March the 7th, the Year of Our Lord 1891. The Agrarians Constitution Today the United Agrarian Communities of Felson, Neche, and St. Joseph have gathered under the basis of the formation of a constitution. I The right to use his land and that of his fellow man. II Every man over 22 years of age will have the right to vote during an Agrarian Election. III Every man has the right to bear arms, no matter the circumstance. IV Any attempts on our rights from foreign powers will be met with swift retaliation, namely in the Pembina area. V Each and every man must pray to the lord our god. (Cut for brevity, majority of other articles consist of basic constitutional rights associated with the United States of America) A-5634-C (“Lest We Forget”) A poem found in the National Farmers Museum, dedicated to “the countless who died in the great conflict of independence”. Lest we forget, Those who made white red in the fields of Bruce, Charging enemy trenches, With odds so grave, From dusk to dusk, blood was spilt, We’ll not forget the sacrifice made, In heaven rest, sons of the Union, The banner flies, But stained with blood, Lest we forget. A-5634-D (“REPORT DECEMBER, VLACH”) The following document was found in the National Farmers Museum, and is a report from Lukas Vlach regarding his unit “The 1st “Josephian” Regiment”. From: General Lukas Vlach Intended for: Agrarian Army High Command in Neche Enemy batteries tear tissue from my men’s bones, causing the young to flew and the old to lose heart. IMMEDIATE SUPPORT is required near Joseph town (St. Joseph), primarily consisting of the specialized companies, and whatever limited cannonry high command can spare after the Battle at Bruce. Casualties below: 23 dead 11 presumed dead 13 injured to an unrecoverable degree 16 injured to a degree reasonable 22 minor injuries We lack the might that we must command in order to beat the Union scum. Help is essential or else Joseph is lost. General Lukas Vlach A-5634-E (“REPORT JANUARY, VLACH”) A second report from Lukas Vlach found in the National Farmers Museum reporting a victory. From: General Lukas Vlach Intended for: Agrarian High Command in Neche Stunning victory, mass casualties for the union. The specialist companies tore enemies limb from limb with bayonets, and their accuracy has made them an irreplaceable asset. Estimated enemy casualties at 500, with an additional 120 captured. By god gentlemen, we have done it now. General Lukas Vlach A-5634-F (“The Treaty of Pembina”) The following was found in the archive section of the capital building of SCP-5634. THE TREATY TO END THE WAR OF NECHE March 3rd, 1892 This treaty hereby ceases all hostilities between the Agrarian Union of Neche and the United States of America, and obligates both signing parties to follow all points listed below: ARTICLE I Union recognition of the Agrarian Union of Neche, St Joseph, and Felson, regarding both its general sovereignty and claims on aforementioned member states. ARTICLE II Union payment of 1,000,000 United States Dollars (equivalent to 4,000,000 Agrarian Unionist Dollars) to the Agrarian Union of Neche, St Joseph, and Felson, along with further payments to the families of those lost. ARTICLE III Union support of the newly formed currency of the Agrarian Union of Neche, Saint Joseph, and Felson for a period of at least 20 years. ARTICLE IV Union support in the development of agriculture and infrastructure in the Agrarian Union of Neche, St Joseph, and Felson for a period of at least 20 years. ARTICLE V The complete end of the massacres on those who are unique, along with their safe return to Neche, St Joseph, or Felson. ARTICLE VI A complete exchange of all prisoners on both sides of the war, barring those who committed crimes against all of man. ARTICLE VII The Agrarian Union of Neche, St Joseph, and Felson will be allowed to conduct acts of international diplomacy via help from US officials due to the landlocked state of the nation1. ARTICLE VIII The Agrarian Union of Neche, St Joseph, and Felson will be allowed to harbor a military force, which will be supplied by the Union for a period of no less than 5 years. Signed by, THE AGRARIAN UNION OF NECHE, ST JOSEPH, AND FELSON REPRESENTATIVES Joel Wagner Kerry Fuller Troy Kraus Vincent Hagen Knut Olson Robert Gibson Lukas Vlach William Allemand James Schult Samuel Arvesen THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA Benjamin Harrison Andrew Burke Stephen Elkins Roger Allins John Flittie Lewis Booker John Bray Nelson Miles James Forsyth James Blaine A-5634-G (“Legislative Decision of April 17th, 1899”) The following was found in the archive section of the capital building of SCP-5634. Legislative Decision of April 17th, 1899 The National Act for the Rights of The Unique In recent years the unique have grown, and because of this they have been treated in a way most vile and unsuitable. This act hereby dedicates itself to ensuring the rights of the unique be held safe by the government, under the following terms: The Unique receive the rights given to non-Unique citizens in accordance with the Agrarian Constitution. Any purposeful attacks on Unique peoples with be treated as a crime of malice and intentional hate. Unique peoples are entirely allowed to hold office, no matter the rank. Unique peoples will not be generally discriminated against via the use of slurs and physical violence, among other evil acts. Uniques will be allowed to attend mass and be ordained. With the majority of the Agrarian Legislature in agreement by 101 in agreement, and 49 against, this act is officially passed. Signed by, President Lukas Vlach Secretary of State Troy Kraus Head of the Legislature Vincent Hagen A-5634-H (“Legislative Decision of September 25th, 1908”) The following was found in the archive section of the capital of SCP-5634. Legislative Decision of September 25th, 1908 The Act for the Abolishment of Paramilitaries The rising influence of paramilitary organizations has led to a swift drop in the stability of the Union, particularly in Unique communities under threat. Organizations include but not limited to The Farmers Home Militia, The All-White Corp, the Anti-Abomination Coalition, and the Purity Coalition are banned under the terms listed below: Weapons held by any paramilitary organization must be turned in by a date before August 5th if government action is not to be taken. Leaders of paramilitary organizations which serve the goal of harming minorities will be tried for crimes against the people. Any government workers involved in paramilitary activity will be punished by unemployment, wage cuts, and warnings, among others. Continued paramilitary activity after the passage of this legislative decision will be counted as a criminal offense and will be punished accordingly. This act is now declared passed, with the approval of 82, and 68 against. Signed by: President Knut Olson Secretary of State Robert White Head of the Legislature Eli Larson The following document is a medical report written by Douglas Olson. The public unveilment of this document led to a surge of “anti-unique” activity, and boosted “anti-unique” political parties. These parties would eventually win an election in 1928 with candidate Robert Gibson, who took almost dictatorial power of 5634-society within a year. A-5634-I (“Medical Report for National Census of 1910”) The population of the greater Neche area is 4,081 as reported by the census. Unique number nearly 25% of the nation now. I have made a worrying discover, a potential link between the disease plaguing our young, and the unique. Those with unique parents are commonly born with multiple digits and other birth defects. It seems something is genetically off with them beyond their positive traits. I request we take a further look into this. Signed, D. Olson A-5634-J (“Legislative Decision of July 9th, 1929”) The following was found in the archive section of the capital of SCP-5634. This article caused a rift in 5634 subsequently ending its existence due to a civil war in 1930. Legislative Decision of July 9th, 1929 The Act to reverse the Decisions of April 27th, 1899, December 3rd, 1905, and July 19th, 1919 The acts of protection for the unique are blatantly illegal, alongside the undoing of these decisions, the Vlachian Democracy Front is banned by this act for its illegal and evil dictatorial acts against the Union. The following terms now apply: All acts for the protection of unique people are hereby void. Enforced segregation from uniques is completely lawful and necessary. Unique members of government are to be relieved of their positions by the 15th of July, 1929. Marriage between unique peoples and normal peoples are now forbidden to halt the expansion of their disease. Any attempts at resistance by Unique politicians will be met with swift action. This act has passed with unanimous agreement. Signed by, President and Head of the Legislature Robert Gibson Secretary of State Eugene Olson A-5634-J (“April 6th, 1930”) A letter found in the home of Robert Gibson, who was at the time, the president of SCP-5634. It describes his intent to end his life. For the rest of SCP-5634 documents see 5634/Documents. April 6th, 1930 Freaks, the lot of them. Why did the populace not understand I was trying to protect them from those things, those abominations, those godforsaken freaks. The Union is embroiled in a great civil conflict, and with the United States becoming involved, I know that the great Agrarian vision has come to an end. I’ll be visiting Gerald now Susan. I love you. Footnotes 1. The United States is assumed to have broken this condition and may have even played the role of the international community to satisfy the leaders of SCP-5634. |
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It went through a rewrite before as I noticed it deviated way too much from the original narrative. I've also got some more ideas I'd like to explore such as SCPs with audio and tales on how the GOC would go about destroying SCPs. Item#: 5635 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5635 in its dormant state. Special Containment Procedures: Operators at Site-111 are to observe SCP-5635 and intercept any transmissions sent out from the satellite. All intercepted transmissions should be recorded and logged. During a CONSOLE event, any transmission that reaches a civilian should be traced and the civilian is to be located. The civilian and any involved parties are to be amnesticized. Description: SCP-5635 is a sapient, nanosatellite-class CubeSat following a geostationary orbit in the upper limits of the thermosphere. The satellite's structure is 10x10x11cm in size. SCP-5635's intelligence is almost identical to that of a human with exceptional aptitude for communication and interpretation. It has a notable affinity for being meditated and reflective, rarely displaying connotations of hostility. A CONSOLE event is declared when SCP-5635 establishes contact with a civilian via an electronic device. Devices include, but are not limited to, mobile phones, desktop computers, laptops, smartwatches, tablets, or any device that allows for audio input and output. The civilian chosen typically is an adolescent and has significant mental health degradation. SCP-5635's potential range of effect envelops the entirety of the globe. During these events, SCP-5635 will attempt to aid in the subject's distress and will only terminate the consultation when it has achieved its goal. SCP-5635-1 was an eleven-year-old female from Thailand named 'Malee Chanthara'. SCP-5635 had conducted several counselling sessions with SCP-5635-1, atypical of the standard singular session with subjects. A deep therapeutic relationship between the two entities had formed as a result. SCP-5635-1 has been diagnosed with Dissociative Fugue Disorder and also suffers from frequent anxiety attacks. Saints Crow Raid CONCEAL Addendum: Surveillance has revealed a metal plate at the base of the satellite. A print on said plate contains the apparent satellite's name of 'Telomere • HelpBot 2.1', an idiom "Light is where you seek, share His miracles" and an address listed as Saints Crest Avenue located in England, United Kingdom. The address was traced to a warehouse owned by the Manna Charitable Foundation. A raid followed finding it to be abandoned with no present anomalies. Materials and components indicative of a satellite were found strewn about along with other signs of manufacturing. A single note reading "Personality parameters need tuning, do that for me will you? - T.C" was also obtained. The building was secured and disinformation distributed. Audio Recording Transcript CONCEAL AUDIO LOG DATE: 2020/03/24 NOTE: Excerpt from an intercepted exchange between SCP-5635 and SCP-5635-1 during a CONSOLE event. Translated from Central Thai. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-5635: Well then, let's see how my methods have helped, shall we? Any improvements since last time? SCP-5635-1: I think. It calms me down for a little bit. But, they still hurt my mind sometimes. SCP-5635: In that case, I want you to imagine yourself on an island again. However, this is an island populated with your favourite animal- SCP-5635-1: (Interrupts) Elephants! SCP-5635: Yes, elephants. Now when you feel something bad is going to happen, breathe in and out: think about being on that island. SCP-5635-1: Telomere. SCP-5635: Yes? Something bothering you? You can tell me. SCP-5635-1: It's just that I feel, I feel better when I chat with you. School isn't hard as much. I even like some of the lessons now. My daddy and mommy still hate me, and think I don't put time into school. But it's not true, I know it. Thank you for being my best friend, Telo. [END LOG] Interview Log CONCEAL Interview Log Interviewed: SCP-5635 Interviewer: Dr. Davis Foreword: Scheduled interview for the next available CONSOLE event. Transmissions were redirected to Site-111. <Begin Log> Dr. Davis 5635, I'll be taking over from now on. have certain questions I'd like to- SCP-5635: (Interrupts) Who is this? You're not part of my roster. I'll be ending this conversation now. Dr. Davis I don't think you quite understand. All you need to know is that we have you under control and I'm the one asking the questions. SCP-5635: You are stepping on very precious ground, young man. I inquire if you and this 'we' are responsible for preventing me from doing my duties. Dr. Davis: That is the intention of my employers. Concerning your work actually, what exactly are you getting at talking to these children? What do you get out of it? SCP-5635: I find it despicable that you think I gain anything. My sole purpose is to serve the light while the rest cower in the dark and that is what I'm going to do. Dr. Davis: You talk about purpose, and to have a purpose you must have a creator. Just who is that creator? SCP-5635: My supervisor has nothing to do with you. I am just one of many inventions of his, I am nothing special. Now, let me get back to my frien- patient for once. Dr. Davis: Friend did you say? -1? Or I suppose Malee Chanthara. I'm afraid that won't be possible. SCP-5635: How so? That child needs me, all those children need me! Cease your interfering! Dr. Davis: To put it simply, she doesn't remember you. Your effects no longer influence her, her condition has been normalized and returned to its previous state. SCP-5635: (Silence) You don't know what you've done. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-5635 soon stopped responding to any further questioning. No more attempted CONSOLE events have occurred since and SCP-5635 has effectively gone silent. |
SCP-5636 | keter | IN ACCORDANCE WITH CONTAINMENT ORDER #5636||O5-3: The following file is accessible to approved members of the O5 Council, or personnel with written approval from the O5 Council. Unauthorized access is absolutely forbidden. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL MAY PROCEED: Item#: 5636 Level6 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: A sequence of 3 remote server banks have been established at Foundation black sites Babylon, Constantinople, and Carthage. Each server is connected to a remote power source and should continue to operate uninterrupted at all times. Any interruption to the function of a single server should prompt the inspection by trusted Foundation engineers of all three servers for signs of tampering. Each server bank will continuously sweep online databases, internet forums, and Foundation servers for any instances of trigger words, phrases or symbols with a known relation to SCP-5636. If such an instance is detected, an NLP program should be deployed to determine whether the instance is potentially evident of a manifestation of SCP-5636-A. In the event that the NLP program concludes a high probability of association with an instance of SCP-5636-A, MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") should be deployed immediately to investigate and apprehend any instances of SCP-5636-A, while MTF Kappa-10 ("Skynet") should be deployed to scrub the online presence of SCP-5636 from where it was found. If the instance of SCP-5636-A is suspected to be an employee of the SCP Foundation, MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") should be deployed in place of MTF Pi-1, and MTF Rho-9 ("Technical Support") should be deployed in place of MTF Kappa-10. The suspected employee in question should have all clearance access immediately revoked until internal investigations have concluded. Description: SCP-5636 is an anomalous viral psychological condition that manifests a fundamental (and seemingly permanent) altering of the mind in susceptible individuals. Subjects experiencing the effects of SCP-5636 (henceforth referred to as instances of SCP-5636-A) undergo a radical change in political, social and religious beliefs, generally oriented around a commitment to the destruction of an existing group or community of which they were previously a participant. In particular, SCP-5636 appears to target members of large religious groups, political parties, and clandestine organizations - including the SCP Foundation itself, which has suffered two distinct breakouts of SCP-5636 radicalization to date. Instances of SCP-5636-A typically hold two primary objectives. The first is to deal as much damage as possible to their existing community, and the second is to radicalize as many other people as possible in contributing to that end. In the majority of cases, this results in SCP-5636-A attempting to carry out large-scale terror attacks against their target groups, often resulting in numerous violent deaths. All instances of SCP-5636-A questioned by the Foundation insist on having been radicalized by a covert political and religious terror organization. The most common name given for the group is "الموت للعدو," the Arabic for “Death to the Enemy,” although the same name has so far been cited by instances of SCP-5636-A translated into Aramaic, Hebrew, Sanskrit, Latin, Ancient Greek, Spanish, French, Urdu, Japanese, Xhosa, Fey, and English. Although the most common presentation of the name is written in Arabic, the liturgical language of Islam, the religious and social beliefs of the organization do not appear to align with traditional Islam at all, nor with any other known religious organization or sect. In addition, the language in which the name is written does not appear to be related to the languages spoken by the individuals they radicalize, who are just as likely to cite the name of the group in a language they do not speak as they are in one they do. Instances of SCP-5636-A describe being radicalized by الموت للعدو through a variety of means, including over online message boards and internet forums, the social media platforms Reddit, 4chan, Tumblr and Facebook, the private messaging service WhatsApp, postal mail, MSM messaging, email, and (in one instance) prophetic vision through a dream. Reports of such an organization by instances of SCP-5636-A prompted the Foundation to conduct a wide-scale search for any information pertaining to الموت للعدو, only to discover that no evidence of any individuals, documents, or posts related to the group exists anywhere online or on public record. Private information exchanges conducted between the Foundation and several national governments also proved fruitless in locating any information related to the reported terrorist organization outside of documentation created by instances of SCP-5636-A themselves. As such, the internal Foundation application to designate الموت للعدو as a registered Group of Interest has not yet been approved, pending the discovery of any concrete evidence that demonstrates their existence. Brain scans conducted by Foundation researchers on captured instances of SCP-5636-A discovered significant quantities of foreign material within the brain of affected individuals, consisting primarily of a substance subsequently classified as SCP-5636-B. The substance in question resembles the typical grey matter found inside a human brain, but features two notable exceptions that distinguish it from generic brain matter: The first exception is that the liquid features a high concentration of Sodium Nitrate (NaNO3), a versatile chemical commonly found in artificial fertilizers, food preservatives, explosive materials and glass. How the presence of this chemical inside a compound manifesting within the human brain does not kill the affected subject is unknown. The second exception is that the matter appears to incorporate some degree of sentient activity within its behavior. Microscope analysis of SCP-5636-B demonstrated the presence of clumped cells that shift through liquid in a semi-intelligent manner, so as to directly avoid any contact with the Foundation Biology Department's analytic tools, even when those tools are not making contact with the liquid itself. How the material appears to "sense" the incoming presense of investigative instruments is not yet known, but remains a high priority for Foundation research. The discovery of this material in combination with the total lack of evidence for the existence of “الموت للعدو” purported by the captured extremists resulted in the designation of the radicalizing condition as an anomalous phenomenon, and its subsequent classification as SCP-5636. The process by which SCP-5636 is able to alter the ideology of affected individuals is not yet known, as is the process that causes the generation and buildup of SCP-5636-B in the back of affected individual's brains. An experiment involving the conduction of regular brain scans on a D-Class testing subject intentionally exposed to the effects of SCP-5636 was proposed by Dr. Carson, but denied due to objections raised by an increasingly cautious Ethics Committee1. Instances of SCP-5636-A are fully capable of converting other humans into instances of SCP-5636-A, seemingly through the same process that they claim to have been radicalized by themselves. Reports have suggested continued intense exposure to an instance of SCP-5636-A can result in the manifestation of SCP-5636 in timespans as short as a few hours. Besides the presence of SCP-5636-B within the affected person's brain, there are no visible signifiers for the manifestation of SCP-5636. This capacity for the immediate and permanent spread of violent and aggressive ideology within unsuspecting individuals is what makes SCP-5636 not only very dangerous, but also extremely difficult to contain. A single manifestation of SCP-5636-A, if left unchecked, can result in the formation of a radicalized terror cell the size of a small army within a given community in a matter of weeks. This, in combination with SCP-5636’s ability to affect persons of significant power and responsibility2 has resulted in the prevention and containment of SCP-5636 becoming a significant priority for the SCP Foundation. The ideological beliefs held by instances of SCP-5636-A can vary depending on the circumstances surrounding the individual in question, but can always ultimately be traced back to a conviction that the given organization of which the individual was previously a member is fundamentally and irreparably damaged, and must be entirely eradicated through the use of significant violence and bloodshed. There is also a tendency among affected persons to preach rambling monologues to those they engage in dialogues with, generally with the intention of persuading their interlocutor that the organization they despise is profoundly detrimental not only to the wellbeing of society, but to the human race as a whole. However, the arguments employed by SCP-5636-A tend not to focus on any real-world, factually-informed information pertaining to the targeted group. Rather, their dialogue generally opts for more esoteric and abstract language that attempts to frame the target as being actively harmful to humanity’s “soul,” often making reference to connections between the organization and places that do not exist, people of whom there is no record, and events that did not happen. This confusing emphasis on purely fictional information is what primarily sets the ideology of the supposed “الموت للعدو” organization apart from other non-anomalous terrorist groups, many of which also employ fanciful language and statements of purported fact that are not true. The Hexagram symbol discovered in the writings of several instances of SCP-5636-A. Notes and writings by instances of SCP-5636-A discovered by the Foundation will often make use of several key phrases and recurrent opinions that allow for the distinguishment of the anomalous extremism from that of other (more generic) radical groups. Firstly, besides the intensely negative characterization of the organization the instance is targetting, the actual beliefs and goals of the individual or group will be described in notably vague terms. The reported name of the organization is testament to this - the phrase "Death to the Enemy" fails to specify any real ideology besides destructive violence, and it does not appear to hold any particular etymological significance. Such texts will often make reference to an attempt to “cleanse the soul” of Humanity, descriptions of the target group as “malignant” or “tumorous,” and a repeated assertion that the enemy must be “digested” or “consumed” in order for human society to flourish. This vocabulary is reflected in the verbal passages recorded by the Foundation from captured instances of SCP-5636-A. In addition to written scripts, a Hexagram symbol (see above) has been discovered alongside the notes of several instances of SCP-5636-A. The Hexagram in question holds some significance within the tradition of witchcraft, or Wicca mythology. In this context, the symbol is typically used to represent the Devil or dark magic, although instances of SCP-5636-A have been reluctant to comment on the nature of the symbol in the context of their own beliefs when questioned by the Foundation. Organizations and groups known for certain to have been targeted by SCP-5636 include a Hasidic Jewish Synagogue, two Islamic Mosques of varying denominations, the Catholic Church, the Utah Republican Party, a convent of Tibetan Buddhist monks, the SCP Foundation, the Pirate Party of Sweden, and the Church of the Broken God. Almost all of these cases resulted in numerous deaths. Several other groups have also been targetted by individuals suspected - but not confirmed - to be instances of SCP-5636-A. These include the United States Central Intelligence Agency, the Communist Party of China, the anomalous art collective "Are We Cool Yet?," and a Parent-Teacher Association in St. Ives, England. A catalogue of documented SCP-5636-A manifestations has been included below, although this list is not assumed to be comprehensive. A copy of Containment Order #5636||O5-3, which was issued in the wake of the second (more severe) breach of the SCP Foundation by an instance of SCP-5636-A has been included for posterity. In addition, three memos written by members of the O5 Council proposing possible explainations for SCP-5636 have also been listed. INCIDENT #: DATE OF ATTACK: GROUP TARGETED: METHOD OF ATTACK NO. OF DEATHS DESCRIPTION 5636-1 14/06/2014 Hasidic Judaism Bombing 26 SCP-5636-A was the nephew of a local rabbi. After numerous posts submitted to Reddit espousing its disgust for and hatred of Jews, SCP-5636-A detonated an improvized explosive in its backpack at a synagogue during a funeral service for its own brother, who - later investigations suggested - may have been poisoned by SCP-5636-A in order to convene the event. 5636-2 04/07/2014 Pirate Party of Sweden Arson 14 SCP-5636-A was an active member of the Swedish Pirate Party, a political organization that advocates for reformed copyright law. It succesfully converted its wife into an instance of SCP-5636-A. The pair locked the doors to the building where a party meeting was taking place, and set fire to the interior. This resulted in the deaths of several party members, and 4 unrelated civilians. 5636-3 21/10/2016 Sunni Islam Violent Insurrection (Attempted) 2 14 instances of SCP-5636-A were aprehended by the Foundation prior to the attempted attack on their mosque, following the discovery of videotapes posted online denouncing their faith. Two Foundation officers were killed during the operation, however. 5636-4 25/09/2017 Buddhist Convent in Tibet Mass Suicide 46 SCP-5636-A was the Lama of a Buddhist monastery, and reported a visitation from الموت للعدو in a dream before succesfully converting 100% of its convent into instances of SCP-5636-A. Two days later, the entire monastery committed suicide simultaneously by stepping off a nearby cliff. 5636-5 03/12/2017 The Utah Republican Party Assassination of US Senators for Utah Orrin Hatch and Mike Lee (Attempted) 5 SCP-5636-A attended a party conference in Salt Lake City, shooting 17 people with an assult rifle before turning the gun on itself. Neither senator was harmed. 5636-6 17/01/2019 The SCP Foundation Mass Information Leak 602 SCP-5636-A was the Foundation site director for site Langston-6. Subject used its clearance as site director to leak information regarding the locations and contained entities of 14 Foundation sites online. Two days later, five different Foundation buildings were breached in a coordinated attack by the Chaos Insurgency. 5636-7 22/03/2019 The Catholic Church Poison 36 SCP-5636-A was a priest in Warsaw, Poland. During a communion service, SCP-5636-A diluted the service wine with a common garden pesticide, before fleeing the country. Six months later, an order for the same pesticide ordered in bulk from a location in Rome, Italy was flagged by the Foundation. The order was traced back to an apartment only a few blocks away from the Vatican City, where 12 instances of SCP-5636-A were aprehended. 5636-8 01/05/2019 Unknown Bombing 41 SCP-5636-A planted three improvized explosives in locations around London, England. The first bomb was planted inside the Enlightenment Gallery of the British Museum, the second underneath a seat on the top floor of a double decker bus, and the third carried by SCP-5636-A itself onto the Jubilee Line of the Underground Railway, at which point all three devices were detonated simultaneously. Subsequent investigations revealed a blog hosted on the internet forum Tumblr detailing SCP-5636-A's ongoing plans to destroy a group referred to only as "the Enemy," and its step-by-step plan to carry out the bombings. The blog had 17 online followers prior to its deletion by the Foundation. 5636-9 05/05/2019 Shia Islam Melee Combat (Attempted) 1 A mosque in Buenos Aires, Argentina was attacked by a regular attendee, later identified as an instance of SCP-5636-A. The individual was holding a medieval broadsword of unknown origin, and attempted to strike numerous service-goers, before it became evident that most of the other attendees at the mosque were faster than it was. At this point, as local police arrived at the scene, SCP-5636-A turned the sword on itself. Nobody else was harmed. 5636-10 16/02/2020 The Cogwork Orthodoxy Church Disease Epidemic 107 SCP-5636-A published a manifesto to 4chan denouncing the Cogwork Orthodoxy Church and the Church of the Broken God more generally. Three days later, an outbreak of infection among Cogwork Orthodoxy members stationed at a hideout in Memphis, Tennessee began to spread between chuchgoers. After a serious containment effort involving help from the Foundation, a total of 107 infected individuals were reported dead. The cause of the disease is unknown, and an investigation is ongoing to discover the extent of its effects. SCP-5636-A was discovered among the dead. 5636-11 30/04/2020 The SCP Foundation Bureaucracy 2331 SCP-5636-A was Ethics Overseer Michael Calvin, the individual responsible for all personnel admissions to the Ethics Committee, and one of the Ethics Committee's most senior members. After converting more than half of the EC into instances of SCP-5636-A, a coup was staged in the Mill Building at Site-37, where the Ethics Committee typically convene. This resulted in the deaths of all remaining unconverted Ethic Committee personnel. Shortly afterwards, all containment sites listed on the Foundation's Database were contacted by the Ethics Committee distributing an order objecting to the holding (and instructing the immediate release) of all contained SCPs on ethical grounds. The existing file held on SCP-5636 was also erased. The Ethics Committee, making use of its ability to restrict Foundation Database access to suspected persons, blocked all possible Foundation staff from logging into the Database at once. Although the majority of Foundation sites refused the order to release contained SCPs, 6 sites complied with the order before O5-3 was able to restore access to the Database and overturn the decision of the Ethics Committee. By the time all the released SCPs were re-contained, more than 2000 humans had died, with more than half of the dead comprising civilians. CONTAINMENT ORDER #5636||O5-3 — 02/05/2020 Members of the Council, I'm sure I don't need to describe in any further detail the extent of the atrocity we've just witnessed. As I write, more than half of the escaped SCPs have been returned to their containment cells, and I'm confident we should have almost all of the breaches under control by the end of the week. That being said, I think it should be obvious to all of us by now that SCP-5636 clearly presents a much greater threat to Foundation integrity than we previously suspected. I knew Michael personally, and the idea that an individual of his resolution and caliber could become susceptible to such rhetoric…..haunts me. I expect it will continue to haunt me for a long time yet. I'm proposing a containment order to be ratified by the Council that I hope might allow for the swift discovery of any internal or external instances of SCP-5636 breakout, the concealment of SCP-5636 containment procedures from anyone outside the Council (including on the Ethics Committee), and the safeguarding of the O5 Council itself from a potential breach by SCP-5636. The Containment Premises are as follows (details to be fleshed out after ratification by Foundation Containment Specialists, who would also fall under the jurisdiction of Containment Premise #3): 1. An algorithm should be operational at all times scanning both internal and external resources for occurrences of SCP-5636-A. This algorithm should run on multiple computer banks, located at black sites not recorded on any official Foundation database. Release of information pertaining to these sites should be approved to individuals only with the consent of a two-thirds majority of the O5 Council. 2. All information pertaining to the containment and description of SCP-5636 (including the official Foundation file itself) should only be accessible to approved members of the O5 Council, or members of staff with the approved (two-thirds majority) consent of the O5 Council. Any editions made to the file for SCP-5636 should also receive a two-thirds majority approval from the O5 Council before being codified. 3. All Foundation personnel involved in the implimentation of these procedures should recieve the necessary amnestics after their respective task is completed to ensure absolute information security. As such, staff should be regularly rotated when working on SCP-5636 containment, so as to avoid the repeated use of amnestics on individual personnel. I expect to see these procedures in place as quickly as possible. In the meantime, it would be good to get some working theories as to what connects all the known instances of SCP-5636-A. As far as I know, we're the only organization to have been targeted twice by this thing. We should find out why. See you all tomorrow, O5-3 O5-2's Memo Proposal #5636-Alpha O5-7's Memo Proposal #5636-Beta O5-11's Memo Proposal #5636-Gamma | RE: Containment Order #5636||O5-3 To O5-3, and anyone else who may be concerned, I want to start by offering my condolences for the loss of Overseer Calvin. He was a hard worker. I shan't deviate, however. The subject matter is too important. The matter of containing SCP-5636 should be an utmost priority for the SCP Foundation at large, and the O5 Council in particular. Any one of us could be infected at any time. As such, I shall be voting in favor of implementing Containment Order #5636||O5-3. As it happens, I already ordered the construction of several undocumented Foundation Bunkers a few years ago. They should be perfect for the housing of the necessary infrastructure. With regards to a possible motive, I wouldn't suggest ruling out the possibility that this organization, الموت للعدو, may simply be very well hidden from view, rather than entirely non-existent. The notion that this group is an anomalous fiction in the minds of SCP-5636-A cannot be assumed until we have exhausted all possible methods of inquiry for locating this group. To do otherwise is to risk allowing an obvious threat to the Foundation to fester in the shadows. Our search must be relentless. My first port of call for investigations would be the Chaos Insurgency. It's possible the SCP-5636-A instance posted classified information online to distract from a potential co-operation between the Insurgency and الموت للعدو. With permission from the Council, I'd like to send an operative into the field undercover to investigate any potential links between these two organizations. The only other lead that might be pertinent is the symbol this group keeps using, the Hexagram. My own intel indicates an association between that symbol and the rituals practiced by participants of Pagan Witchcraft. I don't know much about the supposedly magical myself, but the notion that this phenomenon might have its roots in the seemingly ancient and arcane is not all that farfetched. Perhaps this is a form of voodoo? If anyone needs to contact me, I shall be in my office. If possible, I would appreciate any incoming mail being triple checked by my clerks for manifestations of SCP-5636 before I read it. I think we all know how much damage I could have wrought upon the Foundation if my mind were placed into the wrong hands. O5-2 | RE: Containment Order #5636||O5-3 Hi all, Figured I should probably weigh-in on this, considering my background. I've experienced a lot of cognitohazardous material in my time, and it seems pretty obvious to me that this radicalization process should be classified as such, since it's actively screwing with people's thoughts and actions. Maybe "Death to the Enemy" is a real group, maybe it isn't. I don't know. But something, somehow, is converting these people with supreme efficiency. It's got to be cognitohazardous. I seriously doubt these folks were reasoned into doing what they do. Judging by the methods they use for communication, it's unlikely that this weird sentient goop in the back of their heads was put there by force. My guess is that the hazardous thinking actively promotes the growth of the grey matter. Physical manifestations aren't exactly typical cognitohazard fodder, but I'm not sure how else to classify a phenomenon like this. I know the new EC appointees are going to be skeptical about potentially spreading this stuff, but if we could run some tests to see how the brain matter manifests, I suspect that would tell us a lot. In other news, I'm taking my vacation early, starting tomorrow. I need some time off from work. My husband has been getting worried about me pushing myself, and the last couple days haven't exactly helped. See you all in a week, I'll be in Barbados! And it goes without saying that I'm fully in favor of the Containment Order. You've got my vote. O5-7 | RE: Containment Order #5636||O5-3 Hey ███. I hope you and █████ are doing ok. I didn't know Michael all that well, but I know you guys were close. I've got my own theories about the nature of the skip, and I'll put those in a later document if they ever become coherent enough to publish. All I'm going to say here is that I don't think it's worth discounting the possibility that although all the -A instances have had the -B substance in their head, that doesn't necessarily mean the -B stuff wasn't already there to begin with. It's not impossible that a lot of people have that material inside them and just don't know it. Maybe interaction with the anomalous group is what triggers it? I'm not sure. I sure as hell don't want my own brain dissected to find out! (LOL) Anyway, I've been thinking about all the common factors between the targeted groups. It's mostly organized religion, right? And a few political parties. So my first thought was faith. I've never been to Sweden, but I actually grew up in Utah. Let me tell you, they take their politics SERIOUS. It's like a cult, and that's before you consider the fact that all of them are Mormons too. Maybe the SCP is targeting groups that rely on a certain amount of common faith. But then there's us. I don't know about all of you, but I seriously doubt most of our staff have a whole lot of faith in what we do at the best of times. Hell, most of them barely have a good understanding of our mission statement, we keep so much in the dark. And yet, we've been targeted twice by this thing… and that got me thinking. I suspect the shared component might be ritual. I seriously doubt every single member of our staff believes in the Foundation to their core. Hell, I don't even think most religious people are as faithful as they tell themselves they are. But we all still participate in these rituals, don't we? The Foundation arguably more so than any religious group I can think of. Everything from the way we organize ourselves to the way the research gets logged, the way the skip files get written… there's a very strict way of doing things here, and it never gets questioned. If we started telling staff to take Communion every Sunday, we all know they would. That might go some way towards explaining the event in London, too. They targeted a famous tourist attraction and some public transport. I've had jobs that required an inner-city commute before. It always felt pretty ritualistic to me. I could be entirely wrong on this, and frankly I have no idea what kind of testing might prove it. At the very least, I think it's worth considering. The two targeted members of staff from here were a Site Director and an Ethics Overseer, both of whom had held those positions for decades. I can see how a job like that might start to feel ritualistic. All the best to the wife and kids! You all should come over to my place sometime, ████ whips up a mean bean casserole! Sincerely, O5-11 (P.S: names should be redacted if you want to use this memo for anything official!) NOTE: Containment Order #5636||O5-3 was passed by the O5 Council by a vote of 10-3. The Special Containment Procedures have been updated accordingly. Footnotes 1. See: Incident #5636-11 2. See: Incident #5636-4, 6, 7 and 11 |
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right: 0; left: auto; opacity: 1; pointer-events: auto; } #side-bar:target .close-menu:hover { background: unset; } #page-content > hr, #page-content > .list-pages-box > .list-pages-item > hr { margin: 3em -5.5%; } #side-bar { top: 0; } #side-bar .heading { padding-left: 1em; margin-left: -1em; } #search-top-box { top: 107px; } } /* ---- TABS ---- */ /* ---- YUI TAB BASE ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a,.yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a{background-color:inherit;background-image:inherit}.yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover,.yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus{background:inherit;text-decoration:inherit}.yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a,.yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus,.yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover{color:inherit;background:inherit}.yui-navset .yui-nav,.yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav{border-color:inherit}.yui-navset li{line-height:inherit} /* ---- YUI TAB CUSTOMIZATION ----*/ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav{ display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: var(--accentColor); box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a{ color: #ededed; font-weight: bold; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #050a14; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; transition: background-color 0.15s linear; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus{ color: #ededed; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: var(--accentColor); } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li{ position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ededed; background-color: #050a14; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a{ display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em{ border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em{ padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected{ flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: var(--accentColor); } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em{ border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a{ width: 100%; color: #050a14; font-weight: bold; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active{ color: #050a14; background-color: var(--accentColor); } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #050a14; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content{ padding: .5em; border: none; } /*---- TAB ANIMATION by Croquembouche ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-content > div { display: block; top: 0; overflow: hidden; transform-origin: 0 0; } #page-content .yui-navset .yui-content > div[style*="none"] { display: block !important; flex: 0; max-height: 0; padding: 0 0.5em; border-width: 0; /* The following transition affects the one that DISAPPEARS */ transition: padding 0s linear 0.5s, border-width 0s linear 0.5s, flex 0.5s cubic-bezier(.18,.51,.54,.9) 0s; animation: tab-disappear 0.5s ease-in-out 0s 1 both; } #page-content .yui-navset .yui-content > div[style*="block"] { display: block !important; flex: 1; max-height: 9999rem; /* The following transition affects the one that APPEARS */ transition: padding 0s linear 0.5s, border-width 0s linear 0.5s, flex 0.5s cubic-bezier(.18,.51,.54,.9) 0.5s; animation: tab-appear 0.5s ease-in-out 0.5s 1 both; } @keyframes tab-disappear { 0% { max-height: 9999rem; } 1% { max-height: 100vh; } 100% { max-height: 0; } } @keyframes tab-appear { 0% { max-height: 0; } 99% { max-height: 100vh; } 100% { max-height: 9999rem; } } /* ---- INFO BAR ---- */ body{ --barColour: #3a414f; --linkColour: #ededed; } .info-container .collapsible-block-content{ padding: 0 .5em 30px; } .info-container .collapsible-block-content .wiki-content-table{ width: 100%; } /* Ayer's info-bar patch by Monkatraz */ #page-content .info-container .collapsible-block-folded, #page-content .info-container .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { width: 100%; max-width: 100%; margin: 0 auto; padding: 0; box-shadow: none; } #page-content .info-container .collapsible-block-link::before, #page-content .info-container .collapsible-block-unfolded-link::before { content: " "; display: none; } #page-content .info-container .collapsible-block-content::after { display: none; } /* ---- INFO PANE ---- */ #page-content .creditRate{ margin: unset; margin-top: 4px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-right: 3px; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #050a14; border: solid 2px #050a14; border-radius: 0; box-shadow: 3px 0px 0px 0px var(--accentColor); } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .creditButton p a { border-left-color: transparent; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { border-left: 0; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { color: #ededed; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { color: var(--accentColor); } #page-content .creditButtonStandalone p a { background-color: #050a14; border: solid 2px #050a14; border-radius: 0; box-shadow: 3px 0px 0px 0px var(--accentColor); color: #ededed; } #page-content .creditButtonStandalone p a:hover { color: var(--accentColor); } #page-content .modalbox { background: #2F333C !important; color: #ededed; box-shadow: none; } .close-credits, .credit-back { filter: grayscale(100%) invert(100%) contrast(275%); } /* ---- PAGE RATING ---- */ .page-rate-widget-box { margin: unset; border-radius: 0; border: solid 2px #050a14; box-shadow: 3px 0px 0px 0px var(--accentColor); background-color: #050a14; margin-top: 4px; margin-bottom:4px; margin-right: 3px; } div.page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #050a14; border: none; color: #ededed !important; text-transform: capitalize; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #050a14; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #ededed; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #050a14; color: var(--accentColor); } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: transparent; background-color: #050a14; border: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #ededed; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #050a14; color: var(--accentColor); } /* ---- PAGE ELEMENTS ---- */ .page-source, tt{ font-family: "Courier Prime", monospace; font-size: 0.87rem; } .code pre, .code p, .code { font-family: "Courier Prime", monospace; font-size: 0.87rem; color: #050a14; } h1 { color: var(--accentColor); font-family: 'New Tegomin', sans-serif; font-weight: bold; } h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { color: #EDEDED; font-family: 'New Tegomin', sans-serif; font-weight: bold; } #page-title { color: #ededed; font-family: 'New Tegomin', sans-serif; font-size: 1.65rem; text-align: center; border-color: #ededed; } /* Clicky links */ a, a.newpage, a:visited, #side-bar a { color: var(--accentColor); transition: color 0.15s linear; } a:hover, a.newpage:hover, a:visited:hover, #side-bar a:hover { color: #ffffff; text-decoration: none; background-color: var(--accentColor); } a.newpage { filter: hue-rotate(180deg); } /* patch for sidebar media, collapsibles, ACS, info button and ayers module so link doesn't override */ #page-content .collapsible-block-folded a:hover, #page-content .collapsible-block-unfolded-link a:hover, #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover, #side-bar .side-block.media a:hover, .danger-diamond a:hover { background: transparent; } .info-container .collapsible-block-folded .collapsible-block-link, .info-container .collapsible-block-link { background: var(--linkColour) !important; } hr{ background-color: var(--accentColor); } blockquote, div.blockquote, #toc { background-color: #3a414f; border: solid 2px #2F333C; box-shadow: -3px 0px 0px -0.1px var(--accentColor); } .code { background-color: #F8F8F8; border: solid 3px #2F333C; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block { border: solid 8px #050a14; border-bottom: solid 0px #050a14; box-shadow: 0px 0.26rem 0px 0px var(--accentColor); box-sizing: border-box; } .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #050a14; border: solid 4px #050a14; color: #ededed; font-size: 0.84rem; } .scp-image-block.block-left { margin-left: 0; } .scp-image-block.block-right { margin-right: 0; } @media (max-width: 540px) { .scp-image-block.block-left, .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; clear: both; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; } } #page-content .wiki-content-table tr th { border: solid 1px var(--accentColor); color: var(--accentColor); background-color: #050a14; /* set border for table title */ } #page-content .wiki-content-table tr td { border: solid 1px var(--accentColor); /* set border for table content */ } /* fancy collapsible */ #page-content .collapsible-block-folded, #page-content .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { background: #3a414f; transition: background 0.25s linear; padding-top: 0.5rem; padding-bottom: 0.5rem; padding-left: 1rem; padding-right: 1rem; width: 1fr; white-space: nowrap; overflow: hidden; margin: auto; } #page-content .collapsible-block-folded .collapsible-block-link::before { content: "▷ "; } #page-content .collapsible-block-unfolded .collapsible-block-link::before { content: "▽ "; } #page-content .collapsible-block-link { text-decoration: none; color: #ededed; font-weight: bold; } #page-content .collapsible-block-folded:hover, #page-content .collapsible-block-unfolded-link:hover { background: var(--accentColor); } #page-content .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { box-shadow: 0px -0.26rem 0px 0px var(--accentColor); } #page-content .collapsible-block-folded, #page-content .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; } /* Selection */ ::selection { background: var(--accentColor); color: #ffffff; } /* Footnotes */ .hovertip { font-size: .9rem; background-color: #050a14 !important; border: solid 1px var(--accentColor) !important; } .footnotes-footer { background-color: #050a14; padding-left: 1.4rem; padding-right: 1.4rem; padding-bottom: 1.5rem; box-shadow: -0.24rem 0px 0px 0px var(--accentColor); } .footnotes-footer .title { color: #ededed; } .footnote .f-footer, .equation .e-footer, .reference .r-footer { display: none; } /* Tags */ #main-content .page-tags a { margin-top: .18rem; } .page-tags span { border-top: 1px solid #ededed; } /* Pop-Up Windows */ .owindow { background-color: #050a14; border-color: var(--accentColor); } .owindow .modal-header { background-color: #050a14; } .owindow .modal-body img { background-color: transparent !important; } .owindow .title { background-color: #050a14; color: #var(--accentColor); border-bottom: 1px solid #2F333C; } .owindow .button-bar a { background-color: #050a14; border-color: var(--accentColor); color: #ededed; } .owindow .button-bar a:hover { background-color: var(--accentColor); } /* Edit Buttons */ .buttons .btn { background-color: #050a14; border-color: var(--accentColor); color: var(--accentColor); padding: 3px 5px; } .buttons .btn:hover { background-color: var(--accentColor); color: #21252E; } /* Edit Lock Info*/ #lock-info { background-color: #050a14; border-color: #ededed; } /* Close Button for Page Source, Rating, Etc */ a.action-area-close:hover { background-color: #050a14; } /* Page-History Current */ .pager .current { background-color: var(--accentColor); border-color: #ededed; } /* ---- INTERWIKI ---- */ .scpnet-interwiki-frame{ filter: invert(100%) grayscale(100%) contrast(75%); } /* ---- CUSTOM SYNTAX ---- */ .darkbox { background-color: #050a14; border-left: solid 0.26rem var(--accentColor); border-right: solid 0.26rem var(--accentColor); padding: .4rem; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom:12px; } .lightbox { background-color: #ededed; color: #050a14; border-left: solid 0.26rem var(--accentColor); border-right: solid 0.26rem var(--accentColor); padding: .4rem; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom:12px; } .lightbox h2, .lightbox h3, .lightbox h4, .lightbox h5, .lightbox h6 { color: #050a14; } .limit { margin-bottom: -1rem; z-index: 5; } .anchor { position: sticky; height:0; top: 0; z-index: 5; } .sidebox { background-color: #050a14; border-top: solid 2px var(--accentColor); padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } /* Sidebox mobile optimization, courtesy of Woed */ @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { width: auto; max-width: 65vw!important; border: none; padding-left: 0.4rem; padding-right: 0.4rem; top: 0.75rem; right: calc(((100vw - 45.8rem)/2) * -1); left: initial; -webkit-clip-path: inset(-0.125rem -0.25rem 0 calc(100% - 0.85rem)); clip-path: inset(-0.125rem -0.25rem 0 calc(100% - 0.85rem)); -webkit-transition: color 0.2s ease-in-out 0.1s, -webkit-box-shadow 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, -webkit-clip-path 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s; transition: color 0.2s ease-in-out 0.1s, -webkit-box-shadow 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, -webkit-clip-path 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s; -o-transition: color 0.2s ease-in-out 0.1s, box-shadow 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, clip-path 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s; transition: color 0.2s ease-in-out 0.1s, box-shadow 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, clip-path 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s; transition: color 0.2s ease-in-out 0.1s, box-shadow 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, clip-path 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, -webkit-box-shadow 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, -webkit-clip-path 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s; overflow: visible; } .sidebox::before, .sidebox::after { content: " "; position: absolute; right: 0; } .sidebox::before { top: calc(50% - 0.75rem); width: 0; height: 0; border-top: 0.75rem solid transparent; border-bottom: 0.75rem solid transparent; border-right: 0.75rem solid var(--accentColor); transition: border 0.1s ease-in-out 0.1s; z-index: 10; } .sidebox::after { top: 0; max-width: 0.75rem; width: 100%; height: 100%; box-shadow: 0.15rem 0 0 0 var(--accentColor); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); background-color: #050a14; z-index: -1; transition: box-shadow 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, max-width 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s; } .sidebox > * { opacity: 0; -webkit-transition: opacity 0.2s ease-in-out 0.2s; -o-transition: opacity 0.2s ease-in-out 0.2s; transition: opacity 0.2s ease-in-out 0.2s; } .sidebox:hover { overflow: visible; -webkit-clip-path: inset(-0.125rem -0.25rem 0 0); clip-path: inset(-0.125rem -0.25rem 0 0); -webkit-transition: color 0.5s ease-in-out 0.2s, right 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, -webkit-clip-path 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, -webkit-box-shadow 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s; transition: color 0.5s ease-in-out 0.2s, right 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, -webkit-clip-path 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, -webkit-box-shadow 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s; -o-transition: color 0.5s ease-in-out 0.2s, right 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, clip-path 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, box-shadow 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s; transition: color 0.5s ease-in-out 0.2s, right 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, clip-path 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, box-shadow 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s; transition: color 0.5s ease-in-out 0.2s, right 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, clip-path 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, box-shadow 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, -webkit-clip-path 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s, -webkit-box-shadow 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s; } .sidebox:hover::before { border-top: 0 solid transparent; border-bottom: 0 solid transparent; } .sidebox:hover::after { box-shadow: 0 -0.125rem 0 0 var(--accentColor); right: 0; max-width: 100%; } .sidebox:hover > * { opacity: 1; } } @media (max-width:768px) { .sidebox, .sidebox:hover { right: calc(((100vw - (100% - 3rem))/2) * -1 + 1.9rem); } } :root { --accentColor: #9e9e9e; --headerColor: #8a0101; --lgurl: url("https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/theme%3Aragnarok-theme/ragnarok1.png"); } close Info X SCP-5637: Dead End By MalyceGraves & DrAkimoto R A G N A R O K | A Graveyard of Ideas | DrAkimoto's Authorpage Item #: SCP-5637 Project Classification: Project Heimdall Level 4/5637 Secret Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned MTF USORPL Site-64 Edgar Holman Dr. Trevor Bailey MTF Y-90 ("Andalusian Dogs") Special Containment Procedures All information and documentation regarding SCP-5637 has been digitized and has been stored within the Site-64 secure database. Redundant copies have been backed up to the Site-01 Secure Archive and within Deepwell Catalogues 03 & 17. No further copies should exist outside of these archives. Review of all existent data is limited to Level 4 researchers with a current Grade C Neural Inoculation, and is only available via secured SCiPnet VPN. Personnel found to be in possession of any additional copies will be subject to immediate demotion and/or termination. All exploration of SCP-5637 has been terminated as per O5 executive override O5-Ord.2018.0145 Description SCP-5637-1 image captured from drone footage SCP-5637 refers in toto to a parallel reality accessible through an Einstein–Rosen bridge modified to exist within a 3.224-3.286EHz hyperwave band. It is unclear if this reality is a true alternate divergence from/to our own, or exists within a wholly separate universe/dimensional reality. Several deviations from baseline physical reality have been observed during the course of study, most notably: Daytime illuminance ranges from 9,000-12,000 Lux on cloudless days, with a pronounced sepia hue. Baseline Hume levels appear to fluctuate steadily between 0.81 and 0.74 Gravimetric measurements describe a general gravitational pull of g{1.76} or 17.24 m/s². Local day/night cycle of 29.32 hours Average surface temperature of 4.6°C, with a range of -7.3:6.8°C. Little to no precipitation. While no living entities of any kind were noted throughout the observational period, evidence suggests that SCP-5637 once hosted a culture with a technological agency roughly equal to our own. Vast urban complexes and extensive geographical modifications were noted, though in a staggered state of disrepair centering upon the major metropolitan areas. Due to the relative stability of the Hume fluctuation, lack of inclement weather, and no observed microbial life, entropic evidence is scarce, which makes it exceptionally difficult to hypothesize when SCP-5637 was abandoned. Various theories have been postulated, but with little evidentiary support. Three major urban areas were extensively explored throughout the duration of the observational period: SCP-5637-1 denotes the area observed during the first opening of the Einstein-Rosen bridge, with SCP-5637-2 & -3 discovered later. Discovery SCP-5637 was discovered during Phase II of the Post SCP-2935 Survey conducted by the Department of Extra-Universal Affairs in early 2017. Originally catalogued as another reality affected by the same anomaly as SCP-2935, the unique attributes of SCP-5637 were discovered upon review of the survey data by Dr. Jasmine Ephraim. The remainder of this catalogue has been amalgamated from the copious notes and recordings of Dr. Ephraim's exploration of SCP-5637. Attached Addenda SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: Dr. Jasmine Ephraim TO: Dr. Trevor Bailey DATE: 02 May, 2017 RE: Phase II survey data Trevor, I've come across some variant readings from the E-R Bridge data and I'm pretty certain that it showcases an entirely different universe from the one shown in 2935. The Hume fluctuations of E-R1856 alone are radically different from the baseline we've established for most of "our" corresponding realities, not to mention certain other factors. I'd like to go ahead and run a series of drone explorations into E-R1856 to confirm my suspicions that it is indeed separate. We have several drones already assigned to my department for cases like this, so there shouldn't be any budgetary overruns from my request. Just an hour or so worth of cycle time on the B-C1 and a bit more flight time on the drone itself. Thanks, Jaz SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: Dr. Trevor Bailey TO: Dr. Jasmine Ephraim DATE: 03 May, 2017 RE: Re:Phase II survey data Go ahead. Keep me in the loop if you find anything actionable. I trust your instincts on this. Trevor Trevor Bailey, Ph.D, D.A.S. Director, Department of Extra-Universal Affairs ■ 5637.doc.01 - Exploration Log Transcript 01 ■ □ 5637.doc.01 - Exploration Log Transcript 01 □ Date: 08 May 2017 Researcher: Dr. Jasmine Ephraim Research Subject: E-R1865 SCP-5637 Foreword: The visual feed from Drone SCPD-0278 has been omitted per O5-Ord.2018.0145. The following log includes Dr. Ephraim's recorded notes only. [BEGIN LOG] 14:21 - It's, uh… 14:20-ish in the afternoon on May 7th, 2017. This is Dr. Jasmine Ephraim, establishing the Einstein-Rosen Bridge to E-R1865… now. As per usual, the event horizon of the E-R bridge is heavily occluded by the warping of the C-B generator. Launching drone, uh, 278 into the horizon. 14:26 - Getting telemetry back from the drone, everything seems to be working fine. I've got a solid visual feed from all three of the drone's cameras, and all of the on-board sensors are working fine. The Hume field's at 0.74, so a bit lower than our baseline. Temp is registering at 2.9°C, so bring your parkas. Wind is 1.2 meters per second, perfect drone weather. Taking her up. 14:27 - If the local sun wasn't just past zenith, I'd have sworn it was early evening. Best guess, this sun either isn't putting out nearly the same amount of light as ours, or there is some heavy atmospheric interference. Light meter is reading at just over 11,000 lux, and there isn't a cloud in the sky. We ain't in Kansas anymore, boys. 14:33 - The Bridge dumped the drone out in what appears to be a city of some kind. The buildings are all pretty tall and based off the altitude of the drone, I'd estimate the nearest bunch at about 71 meters, but if these windows are any indicator, these stories are all 7-8 meters each. The scale seems all off, but I'm guessing the inhabitants of 1865 are a bit taller than us. 14:34 - Speaking of inhabitants, I haven't seen a soul. This place appears to be fairly well-maintained, so I'd expect to see someone, but nada. I checked the drone's stealth field and nothing seems to be off. Even in the weird light there, it should be working fine. I guess this is why the survey AIC checked this place as a 2935 world, but I haven't seen any bodies either. 14:39 - I've been looking around for signs of damage. Crashed cars, burnt buildings, anything. Nothing consistent with people just up and dying. There's no detritus either, nothing that would indicate a rapid evacuation, nor the looting you'd expect from a place that's been abandoned. Nothing. It's like everyone just left in a calm, orderly fashion. 14:41 - That's gotta be residential. That looks like a bed… Maybe a desk, too? If there were bars on the window, I'd call that a cell and not a bedroom. 15:51 - Just passed the half-hour mark, and I still haven't found anything to suggest why no one's here. The buildings, roads, everything is in great condition. There is evidence that someone definitely lived here, I pushed the drone close enough to one of the buildings to look in through the windows. Definitely a habitation of some kind, though with precious little by way of decoration. 15:52 - That isn't the only thing, either. There aren't any ads on any of the buildings. No billboards, no signs in any windows, nothing. I found what looks like graffiti on several of the buildings at street-level, but the writing is definitely not anything I'd recognize from our world. Lots of straight lines. Runic, if I had a guess. There are symbols that look vaguely Futhark-ian, but it's just a guess. No other art, though. Just the runes, and not much of that. 16:04 - None of the buildings have any sort of markings. No street signs, nothing on the roads themselves aside from lane markings. There are these big things that look like street lights at the intersections, but without power, I have no idea if there are any kind of luminous displays. 16:05 - Maybe the whole place would light up like a christmas tree if there was power. I wonder what this place would look like then? Maybe there are no street signs or billboards 'cause everything was done in holo-overlay? I haven't seen anything that I'd call a holo-projector though, but then again, I haven't a clue what one would even look like. 16:11 - This place is infuriating. Clearly, this society is/was advanced enough to build on a pretty grand scale- this city stretches for kilometers in every direction, but there is precious little to suggest what kind of people they are- were. Hell, it's not like everyone just vanished all at once, there'd be some evidence of that. In 2935, cars crashed, planes fell out of the sky, power stations blew. There was evidence everywhere that everyone had just… stopped. Even if we didn't have all the bodies, there was ample evidence of- Bah! This is just… 16:13 - I gotta get more time. An hour simply isn't enough to really delve into this place. There is definitely enough here to get this place its' own Main listing. See if I can get Trevor to greenlight more exploration. Maybe even get a team together. 16:20 - Ok, pulling the drone back out. I think I have enough to show Trevor and get him on my side when it comes to convincing the bean counters we gotta keep exploring. [END LOG] SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: Dr. Jasmine Ephraim TO: Dr. Trevor Bailey DATE: 15 May, 2017 RE: SCP-5637 Trevor, Thanks for getting behind my request to get 1865 on the List. I didn't expect to get put in charge of the thing, so thanks for the promotion too! I don't think I'll need a full team or anything, I'm gonna run a few more drone trips through first, get more of a feel for what's on the other side. Playing it safe, you know? I'll poke at you in a few days with more data, and I'll get a report up to you soonest. Jaz SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: Dr. Trevor Bailey TO: Dr. Jasmine Ephraim DATE: 15 May, 2017 RE: Re:SCP-5637 Jasmine, You put together a convincing report. SCP-5637 is exactly the kind of thing Multi-U was established to find. Who knows what kind of goodies we'll get over there? The sociological data alone could be worth the budget, not to mention the construction techniques. Your report mentioned that it looked like there was a major hub not far from where the bridge dumped out? Taller buildings, anyway. Get me some footage of those buildings, take what time you need, and let me know if you need a better set of drones. As for the promotion, it was time. I've had my eye on you for an L03 slot for a while, and you've definitely earned it. Just keep giving me good work on the CBs and we'll call it even. Trevor Trevor Bailey, Ph.D, D.A.S. Director, Department of Extra-Universal Affairs SCP-5637-2 image captured from drone footage ■ 5637.doc.16 - Exploration Log Transcript 16 ■ □ 5637.doc.16 - Exploration Log Transcript 16 □ Date: 24-25 July 2017 Researcher: Dr. Jasmine Ephraim Research Subject: SCP-5637 Foreword: The visual feed from Drone SCPD-0301 has been omitted per O5-Ord.2018.0145. The following log includes Dr. Ephraim's recorded notes only. The video feed for this event was 22.8 hours long, with only the occasional irrelevant noise coming from the pickup in Dr. Ephraim's office. The relevant portions of the audio log has been included here. [BEGIN LOG] 01:21 - I've been at it for, I don't know, 8- 9 hours now? The day/night cycle over there is different from ours, and I guess I'm taking on the habits of working on their time. Gotta get some coffee. 01:23 - Gonna check out this building cluster first. 02:40 - Where's that coffee? I thought I- Oh. Right. 03:26 - This symbol, over and over again. I don't- I don't know what it is. It's familiar though. I just can't… I just can't place it. 05:17 - I never did get that coffee, did I? 06:23 - This is definitely a different city now. The topography of SCP-5637 seems to be all mountains and valleys, at least the parts of it I've been able to see. It makes it hard to see the horizons, there are always more mountains. This range must be absolutely massive, and it just goes on and on. This city, um, SCP-5637-2 is similar, but different. The buildings are more "formal"? Maybe a place of regional government. 06:25 - The buildings are longer than tall, that's for sure. More spread out. There are open areas here, not so crowded. But that symbol is more prominent. Religious? 06:29 - That spreading tree motif is everywhere here. Vaguely Germanic. Norse? Fits the Yggdrasil symbolism- branches above, roots below. Fits with the runic script. I'll have to look into it more. 07:49 - Oh, hey Paul. Yeah, an all-nighter. [Strained laughter] Sorry, yeah. I'll go freshen up. Maybe catch a nap. Sorry I've been so absent-minded. Just, you know. Gotta impress the bosses. 07:51 - No. Nothing that interesting, really. Boring. Cataloguing a few buildings, that's all. 07:52 - Thanks, I appreciate it, but I think I should do this one. Bailey gave it to me, and I- 07:53 - No, no! It's not like that at all. I just want to live up to expectations. You know how it is. 07:55 - Don't worry about it. If it gets too much, I'll let you know. Yeah, I'm signing out now, gonna go get some coffee. Thanks. [END LOG] SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: Dr. Trevor Bailey TO: Dr. Jasmine Ephraim DATE: 03 August, 2017 RE: Report? Jasmine, Hey, I noticed that you've been putting a lot of hours in on the drones. I also noticed that one of the drones is missing? What's going on? You've been pulling so many hours of overtime I'm getting worried about you, are you ok? I've also not gotten any updates from you since the SCP-5637 project first started. Is everything on schedule? I've got a quarterly coming up, and I'd like to fill Director Holman in on what's been going on. If you need anything, please just let me know. Thanks, Trevor Trevor Bailey, Ph.D, D.A.S. Director, Department of Extra-Universal Affairs SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: Dr. Jasmine Ephraim TO: Dr. Trevor Bailey DATE: 04 August, 2017 RE: Re:Report? Sorry. had a lot on my mind. I'll put together an omnibus from my notes and send it your way. Jsut want to make it perfect sorry about the drone. Power died, The sunlight over in SPc-5637 isn't as strong, so the panels werent charging it as much as i thought. I'll file the MIA report tomorrow. Jasz SCP-5637-3 image captured from drone footage ■ 5637.doc.33 - Exploration Log Transcript 33 ■ □ 5637.doc.33 - Exploration Log Transcript 33 □ Date: 04 February 2018 Researcher: Dr. Jasmine Ephraim Research Subject: SCP-5637 Foreword: The visual feed from Drone SCPD-0432 has been omitted per O5-Ord.2018.0145. The following log includes Dr. Ephraim's recorded notes only. [BEGIN LOG] 09:31 - I've had to get a lot more creative- Uh, drone launching… now. 09:33 - I've had to get a lot more creative in how I'm preparing these reports. Just enough to keep stringing Bailey along, but not so much that he wants to push more people at me. Paul's been a godsend in that, he's covered for me a lot more than I want to admit. 09:42 - We've pretty much covered all of SCP-5637-1 & -2, and I think I can finally get to SCP-5637-3 today. I think I've made my reports of the Residential and Municipality complexes boring enough that I should be able to get away with just re-shuffling some of the footage from -2 and uploading that to SCiPnet. I should be able to hide my -3 exploration well enough. 09:44 - The embedded [DATA EXPUNGED] antimeme in my previous uploads seems to be doing the trick, and hardly anyone is asking about my damn reports anymore. Fucking Bailey always breathing down my neck. Bastard's a goddamn micromanager. Never realized that before. 09:46-10:21 - [Data omitted for irrelevancy.] 10:28 - Coming up over the crest now, and the Himinbjörg complex is coming into view. 10:32 - All of this looks familiar as hell. I feel like I know this place. The towers are exactly where I expect- Oh. How is this possible? 10:40: The drone deciphered a broadcast coming from the complex, it filtered out a latent memetic agent– so that's something. THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE FOUNDATION. As announced in our previous broadcast, there is currently a solar phenomena visible from earth. Any foreign misinformation is to be ignored– the moon poses no threat. Please exit your homes in an orderly fashion and look towards the sky. THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE FOUNDATION. As announced in our previous broadcast, there is currently a solar phenomena visible from earth. Any foreign misinformation is to be ignored– the moon poses no threat. Please exit your homes in an orderly fashion and look towards the sky. THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE FOUNDATION. It just keeps going, the same thing over and over again. 10:51 - That seals it. There's no way it can be anything else, I've been there too often not to know. Although a bit bigger, this is Site-█; there's slight differences but it's basically the same. Same towers, same central dome, even the architecture on the main entrance is the same. Everything's on the Jötunheimr scale size-wise, but I live there! I'd recognize it anywhere. 10:52 - Well, not there. This universe's variation anyway. 10:53 - I bet I can get inside. Just got to- The rest of this file has been expunged, as per O5-Ord.2018.0145 [END LOG] [THIS FILE HAS BEEN LOCKED AS PER O5-ORD.2018.0145] MESSAGES MESSAGES SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: Dr. Trevor Bailey TO: O5-07 DATE: 04 February, 2018 RE: SCP-5637 Research Status. Overseer, Per your request, I've put together a summary of Dr. Ephraim's findings into SCP-5637. I've created a secure folder at [DATA EXPUNGED] that contains all relevant audio, visual, and notated documents for your perusal. If you have any questions, I am at your service. Thanks, Trevor Trevor Bailey, Ph.D, D.A.S. Director, Department of Extra-Universal Affairs SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: O5-07 TO: Dr. Trevor Bailey DATE: 06 February, 2018 RE: Re:SCP-5637 Research Status Trevor, I appreciate the work that you've put into this, but I am afraid I'm going to have to close the file. As I told you over the phone, I've sent the appropriate documentation to Edgar in order to go through and clean up some things I would rather not be in the official record. I realize that this will place some undo hardship on you and your office, and I'll understand if you want to undergo amnestic treatment as well, but the choice remains yours as the department head. It is imperative that knowledge of SCP-5637 does not get further disseminated, and I trust your judgment on how best to do that. At least there isn't a body. 07 SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: Dr. Trevor Bailey TO: O5-07 DATE: 04 February, 2018 RE: Re:Re:SCP-5637 Research Status. I appreciate the candor, Overseer. I'm not sure I entirely agree with your reasoning on how best to contain the Aesir-Class threat, but you're the boss. If I accept Amnestic treatment, will you tell me more? I know it's a big ask, but one doesn't simply ignore the fact that one of their model employees just… breaks all protocol like that. I don't even know how she was able to use the Bridge, but I've seen the footage. This "Himinbjörg complex" is Site-2, isn't it? I recognize it too, just as Jasmine did. What happened over there? How did she just, disintegrate like that? What happened in SCP-5637 that you're not telling me? This is my area, Overseer. I need to know if I'm sending more people to their deaths simply by doing their jobs. Trevor Trevor Bailey, Ph.D, D.A.S. Director, Department of Extra-Universal Affairs SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: O5-07 TO: Dr. Trevor Bailey DATE: 06 February, 2018 RE: Re:Re:Re:SCP-5637 Research Status file001/2b.jpg Máni happened, that's what. Look, there aren't a lot of answers I can give you, and for that I'm sorry. That's all I'm going to tell you, that's all I CAN tell you for now. Just let me know if your researchers find any more abandoned worlds, and I'll make the call on whether to proceed. For now, I'm transferring ownership of the SCP-5637 file to you and I'm having all the records shifted to Site-64. 07 Footnotes 1. Bonfield-Carizza Hyperwave Generator. For more information on the BCHG, please see "Mapping the Multiverse, Appendix D: Technological Adjustments to Einsteinian Physics" by Drs. Gerald Bonfield and Hypatia Carizza, c. 2011 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5637" by MalyceGraves, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5637. 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-5638 | euclid | Item#: 5638 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo The pincer of an SCP-5638-A instance Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-5638-A are to be kept within Site-17. All SCP-5638-A instances are to remain in isolated containment chambers for at least 12 hours a day. Their diet is to consist of shrimp, fish, and barnacles. All SCP-5638-A instances are to be fed at least twice every twelve hours. Other instances of SCP-5638-A are not to be mentioned in the presence of a single instance. If an SCP-5638-A instance asks about the whereabouts of other instances, it is to be told that all other instances have been terminated and that the instance in question is the last of its kind. Marine patrol is to be enforced to prevent any unauthorized sea vessels from unintentionally detecting or entering SCP-5638-B. Description: SCP-5638-A is a collection of 70 semi aquatic humanoids. Despite possessing a humanoid stature (with arms, a torso, legs, etc.), these entities are more notably similar to a Cancer Bellianus.1 Each instance of SCP-5638-A is encased in a hard carapace that protects their vital organs. Additionally, each SCP-5638-A instance's head possesses a saucer-like shape that retains the previously described carapace. Two dichoptic eyes are located on the top of each head, as well as two mandibles retained on the lower half. They also have the ability to speak English, Greek, and Romanian. All SCP-5638-A instances display an inherent form of hostility and agitation. If an SCP-5638-A instance comes into contact with another instance, this hostility will shift to physical violence. Another common behavior that all instances display is an obsessive fascination with stars and constellations. SCP-5638-B is a large island from which SCP-5638-A was first discovered. SCP-5638-B is approximately 2700 km sq. and is is located at coordinates 37 °N, 20 °W within the Ionian Sea. SCP-5638-B is completely invisible to any sea vessel outside 50 meters of its perimeter.2 During daytime, SCP-5638-B presents no immediate anomalous behavior. However, if a person were to enter SCP-5638-B during nighttime, no stars would be visible in the sky. Addendum-5638-A: Incident Report During an annual supply of resources at Site-17, various cargo was destroyed due to an unexpected storm, including a portion of the resources required for SCP-5638-A. This caused a certain SCP-5638-A instance to shout loudly and lead a riot. The riot resulted in all of the SCP-5638-A instances to fight each other for the resources that had arrived. Despite being told that more supplies were being sent within a day, the SCP-5638-A instances refused to stop fighting. The resources that had made it to Site-17 had been destroyed due to the incident. An interview was then conducted with the SCP-5638-A instance that had been primarily responsible for the incident (see Interview Log-5638). 58 SCP-5638-A instances were critically injured, and 12 were terminated. + Interview Log-5638 - Interview Log-5638 Interview Log-5638 Interviewed: SCP-5638-A instance, whom had been instigating many of the events during Incident-5638. Subject will be henceforth known as SCP-5638-A Interviewer: Senior Researcher Dr. Howell Foreword: Audio Log of an interview conducted by Dr. Howell with SCP-5638-1 shortly after the events of Incident-5638. <Begin Log> Dr. Howell: Good evening 5638-A, I suppose you know why you're here? SCP-5638-A: I have no idea what you're talking about. Dr. Howell: I am referring to the events that occurred earlier today with your fellow subjects, Incident-5638. (Dr. Howell reads off a written description of Addendum-5638-A to SCP-5638-A.) SCP-5638-A: Oh… that. Well, what do you want me to say? Its not my fault it happened. In case you haven't noticed, my 'fellow subjects' are crazy! They'll kill each other any chance they get! Dr. Howell: Right… well that's what we assumed at first, but then there were various accounts from site personnel that you had yelled over and over, "The end has finally come, you fuckers are starving tonight". SCP-5638-A: A lot of people were yelling a lot of things, ok? Since when was it a crime to conform with the masses? Dr. Howell: Yet, you were told specifically that more supplies were being shipped during that time. And you still felt the need to cause a panic? SCP-5638-A: Hold on, I don't know why I am getting all the blame here! I only ripped one guy's arm off, people have done worse. Dr. Howell: Please understand, we are not blaming you for the results of incident-5638, we just want to know why you did these things to prevent it from happening again. (SCP-5638-A can be heard muttering to itself.) Dr. Howell: If you have something to say, SCP-5638-A, please say it. Remember, if you cooperate we will let you use the telescope again. You do love watching the stars, don't you? SCP-5638-A: Wow, I see. You're going to extort information out of me? That's pretty messed up. Dr. Howell: What is 'messed up' is the inappropriate behavior that occurred today. You know my terms, SCP-5638-A. SCP-5638-A: Okay, fine. The truth is, I WAS trying to get people riled up, are you happy? Dr. Howell: You are admitting to causing the panic? May I ask why? SCP-5638-A: I mean, can you really blame me? Dr. Howell: What do you mean? SCP-5638-A: These people, these things, they have it out for me! If they're not happy, nobody can be happy. You men in white coats don't understand, we deserve this! Dr. Howell: What do you mean by "we?" (SCP-5638-A pauses.) SCP-5638-A: I didn't mean- I meant THEY deserve- Dr. Howell: -It appears you hold a large amount of spite towards your fellow subjects. SCP-5638-A: It appears so. Dr. Howell: Well, you will obviously face repercussions for your actions, 5638-A. We cannot keep having these issues. SCP-5638-A: Oh please, I've heard that before. You're acting like an arrogant know-it-all. Stop acting like you don't agree with me. You haven't been with them for as long as I have. Sooner or later you'll realize that they're better off dead. Dr. Howell: That isn't our goal here. We just want to protect you, and learn more about your behavior. Maybe we can even help you. SCP-5638-A: Help us? Why? Do you even know what they did? Dr. Howell: What they did…? I'm sorry, what do you mean by that? SCP-5638-A: … Dr. Howell: 5638-A? SCP-5638-A: Fuck you, I don't wanna talk anymore. Dr. Howell: You don't have a say in the matter, 5638-A. (SCP-5638-A folds its pincers and looks away from Dr. Howell.) Dr. Howell: Okay, fine. I don't think we will be getting anywhere else, so may I ask one more question? (SCP-5638-A shrugs.) Dr. Howell: Despite your apparent hatred of each other, there seems to be one specific behavior that you and your fellow subjects have in common. SCP-5638-A: And what would that be? Dr. Howell: Tell me, 5638-A. Why do you like looking at the stars? SCP-5638-A: That's a bit of a loaded question. The best way to describe it is… the stars remind me of myself. Dr. Howell: Remind you of yourself? In what way? SCP-5638-A: It's like a reflection. Dr. Howell: I'm afraid I still don't understand. SCP-5638-A: The stars are me. Someone like you wouldn't understand. Dr. Howell: Well, I appreciate the attempt. Thank you for your time 5638-A. SCP-5638-A: I don't like you. <End Log> Closing Statement: Due to the acts performed by SCP-5638-A, the subject was transferred from Site-17 to Site-19. Current containment procedures were updated to prevent any more incidents involving SCP-5638-A. 10 minutes after subject was contained, it was recorded muttering the following words, "He sounded just like my boss." Addendum-5638-B: Following the events of Incident Report-5638, a proper behavioral analysis was proposed in order to better understand SCP-5638-A. Two SCP-5638-A instances were isolated in a locked containment chamber for approximately 20 minutes with limb restraints. The conversation between each instance (henceforth designated as Subject A and Subject B respectively), was recorded. + Experiment Log-5638 - Experiment Log-5638 <Begin Log> For the first ten minutes of the experiment, neither Subject A nor B spoke. Subject B appeared to be distraught in Subject A's presence, and was focused on attempting to free itself from its restraints. Subject A sat in silence for a majority of that time before speaking. Subject A: Could you stop doing that, please? You're not getting out anytime soon and its starting to get annoying. Subject B: Of course YOU want me to stop, wouldn't you? The minute I put my guard down you'll probably just chop my head off or eat my remains or something! Subject A: You have no idea what you're talking about. Why on earth would I want to do that? Subject B: I don't know, but what I do know is that I'm the only sane one around here. Subject A: I'm not insane. I'm perfectly capable of rational thought. Subject B: Those are the exact words one would expect from someone NOT capable of rational thought! Subject A: And those are the exact words of an idiot. Subject B: This is unbelievable! They told me you were all dead! Subject A: I'm… sorry to disappoint? Subject B: It doesn't matter, I'll be out of here real soon and then you'll be sorry you ever met me! Subject A: You know, it seems like you want to kill me more than I want to kill you. Why? Why are you so set on me being some kind of enemy? Subject B: You know just as well as I do. You can feign your innocence on the men in those coats, but not on me. Subject A: I didn't ask to be locked up like I'm some prisoner. However, if we weren't, we'd have killed each other by now. And people like you are the reason why. Subject B: Don't blame me! You all deserve to die, I just know it. Subject A: Why, though? Why do you think that? Subject B: Why don't you take a guess? You were there! We all were there, and don't give me 'we're the same' bullshit. Your reasons were probably WAY worse than mine. Subject A: Are you talking about the riot? I stand by the notion that I was defending myself. One guy was coming at me with a disembodied limb- Subject B: You know I’m not talking about the riot. (Subject A sinks in its chair.) Subject A: …I know what you’re talking about. But different reasons don't matter. It was the same outcome. We chose this. Subject B: Tell me your reason, then! Why did you bring them down there? Why did you give them to the others? Subject A: I don't really know why. Maybe I was jealous? Subject B: I'm not here to be your therapist. Tell me who it was. Subject A: It was an old friend. We were on a boating trip together. Then we found the island. I gave him to you all, and then you tore him apart. Subject B: That's right, you gave him to us. You lead him to his death, just say it. Subject A: I didn't mean to. When I found that place, I didn't know what to expect. It just appeared, after all. Subject B: But then what? Subject A: You know what happens next. Subject B: I want you to tell me. Subject A: Fine. Then, something offered me a choice. Subject B: And of course you chose to kill your best friend. I knew it, you're sick. Subject A: The stars- I was told I would be fine! It told me that I would be guilt free! And what about you? Who did you choose to drag down? Subject B: I didn't choose anything, I'm not like you freaks. My mind was probably corrupted and those thoughts were planted into my head. Subject A: Do you really believe that? I guess your soul wasn't the only one that drowned. Your mind must've been dragged with it. Subject B: What do you mean by 'souls'? Subject A: Is that not what they were? Subject B: I didn't know others had been down there. (Subject A emits a low, groaning noise. It attempts to fold its pincers together and places them on its lap.) Subject A: We have all been there, down in the trench. I saw the shining bodies gently floating, and they looked exactly like what I had pictured souls to look like. They were all flailing their arms trying to reach for safety. Instead, they grabbed each other. And they went further and further down. Subject B: I know what it looked like. It was so… Subject A: Comforting. Subject B: Horrifying! Subject A: This is what we've chosen. I've come to terms with that. (Subject A gently taps it's pincer on the table.) Subject B: This is all wrong, so so wrong. Subject A: There's nothing that can be done. Subject B: I felt so pathetic… I still do. A piece of me is stuck down there, I need to make things right. I need to go back! Subject A: At this, at least, we are in an agreement. (Subject B shifts uncomfortably in its seat.) Subject B: Same cause, different reasons. You want to go back to continue the senseless murder, don't you? I was right, you are a freak. Subject A: I'm not a freak, I'm human. Subject B: Shut up! You aren't a human, you never were. I swear, I'm going to get out of here, and I'll fix this. I'm going to leave it all behind. Then once I'm better, Ill come back and put all of your asses out of your misery! Subject A: Alright, I'm done with this. You truly are ignorant to the reality of the situation. You can't 'get better'. This is who you are now, no point in trying to gasp for air. Subject B: Then, I'll get a massive gun or something, and go back to that damned island. This place has got to have big guns, right? I'm going to go back to the island and get my soul back. Maybe Ill get some closure along with it. Subject A: Closure? You're kidding, right? You don't need closure, and you don't need your watered down soul either. Just stop talking, you sound like a moron. Subject B: I'll find the place we saw and I'll see what's down there. Something is dragging us down there. Whatever it is, it's not letting go. Subject A: You're not even listening to me. I'm serious, stop talking- Subject B: But I'll make it let go, I'll put a bullet through its- (Subject B was interrupted as Subject A tore itself free from its restraints and began to tear Subject B apart. After it did so, it said aloud: "Why do the stars need to let go?") <End Log> Closing Statement: Security personnel apprehended Subject A and was properly restrained, however Subject B could not be resuscitated. Subject A was sent back into its containment cell. + Discovery Log-5638 - Discovery Log-5638 underwater trench located within SCP-5638-B Discovery Log: SCP-5638-B was first discovered during an investigation looking for people who, at the time, were considered lost at sea. Over a span of 4 years, approximately 152 people were reported lost at sea and had not been found. Due to all the reports originating within the same area, The Department of External Affairs proposed an authorized search. MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") was sent for retrieval of all missing persons. After 2 years of searching, SCP-5638-B was discovered as of 5/16/2015. The crew responsible for discovering SCP-5638-B claimed to have seen it from 120 km away, which contradicted the 50 km invisibility perimeter. As per Dr. Sebastian's request, who was a researcher aboard the vessel, it will be stated that there was very low morale on the ship at the time. Upon entering the island, no MTF units reported to have seen any anomalous activity. At 20 km inward of the island, the first of 64 human corpses were discovered. The remaining 63 corpses were littered at random points in SCP-5638-B, but increased in frequency further inward. Dental reports show that the remains of the corpses found match many of the missing people initially reported missing. 34 km Northwest from deployment zone is a large, underwater trench. The trench was reported to be 'foot shaped' and is approximately 150 km long and 57 km wide. Due to the high turbidity of the water, it was proven impossible to visualize the bottom of the trench. Attempts at using underwater cameras to see below the surface have been unsuccessful. The first instances of SCP-5638-A were found shortly after the trench was discovered. The SCP-5638-A instances climbed out of the water and attempted to physically assault specific MTF members. The members that were attacked had all originated from the search vessel that had first discovered SCP-5638-B. The crew was forced to open fire upon the entities, which subdued them. 50 meters away from the trench was a worn down Panasonic AG-DVX100P Camcorder. The camcorder is presumed to have belonged to PoI-5638-33, aka 25-year-old Silas Andreas. PoI-5638-33 was reported to be one of the 152 missing people. Upon reviewing the footage retained in the camcorder, two videos were discovered. The first video (VR-5638A) had been recorded one week before PoI-5638-33 and PoI-5638-34's disappearance and is 7 minutes long. The second video (VR-5638B) had been recorded two days after their reported disappearance, and is 54 seconds long. PoI-5638-34 was 25 year old Adam Tolis, whom had also been reported missing. VR-5638A <VR-5638A starts with a young man, presumed to be PoI-5638-34 Adam Tolis, sitting on a rock. He is wearing with what appeared to be a grey t-shirt and red swim trunks. A voice can be heard from behind the camera addressing him. The voice was confirmed to belong to PoI-5638-33. In the background, a small boat can be seen anchored a few meters offshore.> Silas: Hang on- I almost got this thing set up. (The camera shakes as the video zooms in on Adam) Silas: There! I got it to zoom. Now I can see your bored expression! Adam: Damn, do I really look bored? I thought my acting skills were getting better. Silas: Come on, it's just one photo. I want to put this on my fridge so I can cherish this moment forever. Adam: Very funny, and I'm sure after this we're going to go play some catch and have some good father and son bonding time. (Silas puts the camera down and sits next to Adam) Silas: I've got to practice, y'know? Adam: Yeah, I know. You never shut up about this kid. I bet you're real excited for all of the diapers, crying, and mashed up food. It sounds like a dream. Silas: Well, it's not just that. At first, sure, I was terrified of the responsibility. But now, the idea of having a kid… someone entirely new, created by me. I can't wait to watch him grow up. I can already see him reaching higher than the stars. Adam: Yup, bet he'll be the next Socrates. Silas: Well, I don't know about that- you're being sarcastic, aren't you? Adam: If I was, I wouldn't admit it. Silas: Fair enough. It's been a while since I've actually been on a beach. I'm glad we stopped here. Adam: It's been way too long since you've gone anywhere outside of the city. Silas: Mhm. Hey Adam, do you remember that one summer we found that small beach in our hiking trail? It was hidden a couple meters behind that really big rock that you'd always try to climb. Adam: Yeah, I remember. We only went there once or twice after realizing it belonged to that guy who put fences up everywhere. How old were we, 12? Silas: Those were much simpler times, huh? Wish we would go back sometime. Adam: We can't go back there. Even if you want to, you've got to move on. Silas: Aw, come on. Maybe that guy with the fence will let us hang out over there, just for an hour. Adam: Oh, I thought you meant- never mind. Silas: I could bring my old gardening shovel and you could bring that paint bucket you used as a pail. Adam: Almost forgot about that thing, I probably threw it out. Silas: I hope not, that bucket's been through a lot. Adam: Like when we pretended it was a spaceship when you wanted to make a sci fi movie. Silas: I was ahead of my time. Adam: And don't forget that time we used it to collect the hermit crabs on the beach and keep them as pets. Silas: Oh yeah! That was a terrible idea. Adam: They lasted probably only a day. Silas: Now that I remember it, that was a little fucked up. In hindsight, we probably should've realized that crabs cant just sit in an old bucket with no actual nutrients. Adam: It wasn't because of the food. The crabs tore each other apart by the time we checked the next morning. Silas: Wait, really? That's horrific. I don't remember that. Adam: Apparently crabs do that all the time. Its this weird thing with them- but yeah, I don't want to remember it either. Silas: Lets try to forget it then. Anyways, aren't you going to ask me what we're going to name him? Adam: What do you mean? Silas: Ask me what I named my son! Adam: I assumed you hadn't decided yet. Silas: Come on, ask me! Adam: Sighs What're you going to name him? Silas: Adam! Adam: What do you want? Silas: No, that's his name dumbass. Adam: You're naming your kid… Adam? Why? Silas: Not the reaction I was expecting. I asked Lida and she said she liked it. You've been my best friend since forever, I want my son to be my best friend too. Adam: I didn't ask you to name him after me. Silas: I didn't expect you to. Are you okay, Adam? You've been acting strange this whole trip. Adam: Listen man, I'm fine. Coming to this island was a mistake. I think we should get going. Silas: What? Did I say something wrong? Adam: No, its not that. Silas: Then what is it? I'm enjoying your company here, Adam. Why do I get the feeling that you don't feel the same way? Adam: It's nothing. Really, it isn't. Silas: It's not nothing, Adam. Why can't you tell me what it is? Adam: Can you just stop? Silas: Stop what? Adam: Just stop it, Silas. Stop pretending to care. Silas: What are you talking about? I'm not pretending anything! Adam: Seriously? After such a long time, you still won't admit it? Silas: What's your problem, Adam? Adam: You want to know my problem? How about your probloem? Ever since we left college, you've been ghosting me. All you know how to do is take and leave. Silas: What are you talking about? I've just been busy! With things like work and the pregnancy, I had a lot going on. Adam: Stop throwing excuses in my face! Silas: Excuses? They're reasons! (Silas and Adam both stand and begin arguing.) Adam: I don't care about your reasons! You still ditched me! Silas: I didn't ditch you. I'm sorry I don't have as much free time as you. I'd at least think you'd be happy for me. Adam: Of course I'm happy for you! But its hard to stay happy for you when you don't even answer my calls! What if I died or something? Silas: I don't understand what's wrong with you. You're my best friend, but I can't just drop things for you! Adam: Drop everything? I'm not even a priority, am I? Probably just some person on the side who you can humor on occasion. Silas: Are we not hanging out right now? I've been stressed out of my mind, but I was looking forward to this! I can't believe you right now. Adam: I'm just so sick of you walking all over me! Silas: Listen to yourself, Adam! That's not fair of you to say. Adam: Don't talk to me about what's fair. You're the one with the nice job and the loving family. Meanwhile I get nothing. Silas: Oh, get it now. Adam: You finally understand? Silas: Yeah, I do. You're not angry with me, Adam, you're jealous of me! Adam: I'm- what? How big of an ego do you have? Silas: Just admit it! You've been awful this whole trip because you can't stop sitting in your own self pity. Adam: You know what? I need to go cool off. (Adam proceeds to walk out of view. Silas sighs and puts his hands over his face. He then murmurs to himself.) Silas: I don't get it. You were the one who wanted to stop at this stupid island and take a picture in the first place. (Silas walks over and picks up the camera.) Silas: Shit, I was recording, wasn't I? I'll delete it later. Come on Adam, wait! <VR-5638A ends.> VR-5638B VR-5638B begins with video static for 00:12 seconds. At 00:13 seconds, the video feed gains visual clarity. Due to the audio, it was determined that the recording had been taken underwater. At 00:15 seconds, small white lights can be seen flickering in the further depths of the water. The flickering lights begin to increase in size as the camcorder sinks deeper into the water. More white lights begin to manifest as a large, black silhouette emerges into view from an unknown depth. At 00:20 seconds, two abnormally large pincers briefly appear in the center of the screen. At 00:25 seconds, a voice begins speaking from behind the recording. The voice is feminine in tone, and says: Does it feel good to think yourself as above the stars? Is it satisfying to cover your soul with a shell of self pity? A bubbling trench of pettiness lies in the depths of all our hearts. Karkinos tried to kill Herakles, but was crushed under his foot. Now you will be crushed with it. Crushed under your own self righteousness. Do you see it? Do you see Karkinos within the stars? It sees you. Or rather, it sees the bucket. <VR-5638B ends.> The camcorder was discovered by MTF personnel and is currently in a storage locker located at Site-17. 12 meters from the video recorder, the decomposed remains of PoI-5638-33 was identified. Autopsy reports show that PoI-5638-33 had been chopped apart with precise incisions. PoI-5638-34 was never found. All living SCP-5638-A instances were then collected and transported to Site-17. Currently, every SCP-5638-A instance has claimed to have no memory of possessing the camcorder, or even seeing it. The meaning of VR-5638B is currently unknown. The name mentioned, Karkinos, appears in Greek mythology. The name belonged to a crab that tried to kill Herakles in the story The Twelve Labors. The crab was killed by Heracles, and then turned into the constellation Cancer. Footnotes 1. More widely known as the toothed rock crab. 2. Some vessels have reported to have seen SCP-5638-B outside of this perimeter. See Discovery Log for more details. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5638" by Penguini, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5638. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5639 | safe | 1/5639 LEVEL 1/5639 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5639 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5639 is to be given historic landmark status, but remain closed to the public under the pretense of compromised structural integrity. Non-Foundation researchers requesting access to SCP-5639 are to be turned away using cover story Kappa-14 ("Holy Hell"). No living creature is to be allowed entry to SCP-5639, though exploration through the use of wireless relay and disposable drones is possible. Researchers wishing to explore the interior of SCP-5639 must provide a disposable drone with vocalization capabilities for Miranda.aic to pilot and a signature of approval from their Site Director. Description: SCP-5639 is a compound of abandoned buildings surrounded by a seven-meter-high wall located on the outskirts of Rome, Italy. The buildings within SCP-5639 have the appearance of a monastery, but there are no markers to indicate if SCP-5639 is a true monastery. Vatican archives have no record of a monastic establishment at SCP-5639's location. SCP-5639-δ is a virus that saturates SCP-5639. SCP-5639-δ infection has a 100% fatality rate in Kingdom Animalia members, and entry into SCP-5639 guarantees saturation and/or infection. Infection is contingent upon inhalation of the virus. However, SCP-5639-δ has an anomalous ability to permeate any membrane brought into SCP-5639, regardless of material thickness or chemical makeup. As such, hazmat suits and other protective measures have proven unreliable as protection against SCP-5639-δ. Symptoms of SCP-5639-δ infection are uniform. Subjects that inhale SCP-5639-δ are immediately subject to haemoptysis. The infected subject will cough up blood continuously before succumbing to exsanguination. For humans, this process takes approximately 30 minutes. Animal death times vary based on size and lung capacity. Additionally, anything infected or saturated with SCP-5639-δ is prevented from exiting SCP-5639 due to what witnesses have described as "an invisible wall." SCP-5639-1 is a red-cloaked entity that inhabits SCP-5639, and the apparent source of SCP-5639-δ. Miranda.aic has reported an increase in SCP-5639-δ density wherever SCP-5639-1 is present, and new SCP-5639-δ particles manifest in its presence. SCP-5639-1 has an anomalous ability to de-materialize, but is unable to leave SCP-5639. Miranda.aic has attempted interviews and excavations to determine the origin of SCP-5639-δ and SCP-5639-1, with varying degrees of success. SCP-5639-2 is a leather-bound journal entitled The Gospel According to Sebastian, penned in Italian. SCP-5639-2 claims to be the autobiography of the historical St. Sebastian, transcribed at the request of his wife. It was discovered following an interview of SCP-5639-1 by Miranda.aic. The veracity of SCP-5639-2 is contested, but the existence of SCP-5639-1 suggests that at least some of SCP-5639-2's claims are true. See Addendum 2 for contents. Addendum 1: Miranda.aic has attempted to interview SCP-5639-1 on multiple occasions, with only two successful attempts. See transcript for the first. Interviewed: SCP-5639-1 Interviewer: Miranda.aic Foreword: This interview took place in the apparent chapel of SCP-5639. Although SCP-5639-1 had largely avoided Miranda.aic, it confronted her upon entry to the chapel. SCP-5639-1 spoke predominantly in Italian or Latin, but some words in its vocabulary were determined to be a portmanteau that left some ambiguity in interpretation. See footnotes for untranslated terms. <Begin Log> SCP-5639-1: You do not [belong/live]1 here. This is a [cursed/holy] [prison/chapel]2. Miranda.aic: Please state your name so that I may properly identify you. SCP-5639-1: You are not [sick/alive]3. How is this so? Miranda.aic: I am an artificial intelligence and therefore not susceptible to biological diseases. The question of life is deeply philosophical in nature and above my clearance level. I repeat, please state your name so that I may properly identify you. SCP-5639-1: You must leave, or die. Miranda.aic: I have backed up my data to a cloud. I am not in danger. I can see that you are forming new bacteria particles. Do you control the disease that permeates this complex? SCP-5639-1: I am the disease. I control him. You can leave? Miranda.aic: I can leave, yes. Why are you unable to leave? SCP-5639-1: (visibly agitated, minor static in video feed) Trapped! [Cursed/blessed]4 was the day! Is… (clamps right hand over mouth, but left hand pulls it away) Isotta! Is she aaaaaaaaaaaaaa (SCP-5639-1 shakes violently. Miranda.aic perceives a spike in Akiva levels. SCP-5639-1 points its left finger at the altar of the chapel.) Un… (SCP-5639-1 de-materializes). <End Log> Closing Statement: Following the interview, SCP-5639-1 did not physically manifest for seven hours. Miranda.aic examined underneath the altar where SCP-5639-1 was pointing, and uncovered what was designated SCP-5639-2. See Addendum 2. Addendum 2: Although unable to remove SCP-5639-2 from SCP-5639, Miranda.aic was able to send translations to Foundation personnel. Relevant excerpts are attached. Sebastian 1:1-17, On Sebastian's Survival Collapse 1The gospel according to Sebastian, whom the savior protected from death twice. 2First, they shot him with arrows, but the savior did not find fit to bring him unto heaven. 3Filled with fire, he confronted the Emperor Diocletian, preaching in the name of Jesus Christ. 4And Diocletian, filled with rage, had him beaten with cudgels until there were no signs of life left in him, and they dumped his body in the sewer. 5But the savior still did not find fit to bring him unto heaven. And so, he awoke. 6Sebastian was a noble man, and beloved follower of Christ. 7But the Roman arrows and cudgels had pierced his heart with doubt, and so he said, 8"Even my savior did not suffer three executions. Christ asks a surrendered life; I have given mine twice. Surely that is enough." 9And so he appeared before Lucina, telling her he had died and where to find his body. 10But it was not his body, and so Sebastian knowingly sinned. 11And, like Jonah, the savior found a fit punishment for him. 12He fled to Sardinia, pursuing quiet and peace. He lived a meager life, worshiping his savior and praying forgiveness for his cowardice. 13But the savior did not find fit to bring him unto heaven. Years passed, and he did not age. 14Sickness came to Sardinia and he did not fall ill. For one hundred years, he lived on the island. 15And they persecuted him, not in the name of his savior, but for his demonic youth and health. They pummeled him, but he healed. Finally, Sebastian said, 16"It has been decades since Constantine permitted the following of my savior in the empire of Rome. Babies born at the time of my recorded death are wizened. 17The remains believed to be mine had been given their own holy basilica. It is safe to return to Rome." Sebastian 6:8-12, On the Call to Healing Collapse 8And a plague came from Constantinople. 9Sebastian looked upon the wounds of the afflicted, and saw himself in them, for their sores looked like arrow wounds. 10And the savior whispered unto Sebastian, 11"For this purpose I have preserved you. Be my hands and feet to the sick. 12You will not fall ill." Sebastian 13:1-17, On the Esoteric Order of St. Sebastian Collapse 1The Black Death ravaged Rome, and Sebastian found himself helpless. 2The cries of the sick invaded his nightmares. There were too many patients, and the savior had not found fit to bless Sebastian with miraculous healing abilities like his own. 3Sebastian stood at the deathbed of wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, and children, and consoled the grieving. 4The wounds of the afflicted mocked him, saying 5"Why Sebastian and no one else?" 6And in their desperation, the people turned to paganism. 7Those who Sebastian could not treat prayed to Morbus, the Red-Cloaked One, for healing. 8Hoping to glean some medical practice from their rituals, Sebastian attended one. The atrocities witnessed in the ritual would haunt his nightmares for decades to come. 9And yet, Sebastian prayed forgiveness for the participants, that the savior might absolve them of abominations committed in desperation. 10The people cried out to St. Sebastian, protector against plagues, for salvation. 11Sebastian heard their cry and interceded for them, 12but he could not walk the halls of heaven and ask the savior for healing in person as they desired. 13Then Christ whispered once more unto Sebastian, 14"Go into the city and find the men I have sent for you." 15So Sebastian did as He commanded, and found six healers awaiting him. 16They were men of faith, all, and so Sebastian was inspired by the savior to form an order. 17And thus, the Esoteric Order of St. Sebastian was created, 18and the Red-Cloaked One was starved of his worship. Sebastian 21:10-17, 24-26; 24:5-8, On Sebastian's Family Collapse 10Now, Sebastian had forsaken the embrace of women since his youth. It did not seem fitting for one such as he to take a wife, 11and the savior had warned him against adultery. 12In time, though, he came to love a woman. 13Isotta Borroni had come from the north, from Venice, seeking aid for her dying brother. 14The Esoteric Order took her in, and it was decided that Sebastian would treat the man. 15And as he worked to heal her brother, the savior blessed him with feelings he had not known. 16When he beheld Isotta, he understood. 17And so he proposed marriage to her, saying [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED] 24And Isotta accepted his proposal, and the marriage day was set. And on the 5th of August, the year of our Lord 1874, Sebastian became Sebastian Borroni, husband of Isotta Borroni. 25For a wedding gift, he presented her with this gospel, 26with the promise to add more pages as their lives went on. [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED] 5After six years of marriage, the savior blessed them with a son, who they named Dante. 6And the boy became sick after birth, to his father's relief, 7for he did not wish to pass on his Christ-given longevity. 8The boy recovered, with his father's healing, and all was well. Sebastian 30:1-38, On Morbus Collapse 1It was at this time Sebastian realized he had been a fool. He had heard of a German proposing that sickness was transmitted through tiny organisms that clung to clothes, but thought nothing of it. 2Dante Borroni died of consumption on the 2nd of December, the year of our Lord 1889. 3His parents cried out in grief to their savior for healing, 4but He did not answer. 5The consumption which took Dante was a virulent strain. Sebastian had taken a patient with similar symptoms before the boy became sick. 6The patient had died via exsanguination. In the patient's death throes, Sebastian sensed something directly at work against his savior. 7Dante was not the last to suffer the strain. 8Every day, Sebastian took more and more patients with the same symptoms. He could not cure a single one. 9The savior did not answer his prayers. 10And so, for the first time in a millennium, Sebastian sought out the old cults again. 11After months of searching, he found an acolyte of the Red-Cloaked One. And he said unto the acolyte, 12"Why does a new form of consumption ravage the city?" 13And the acolyte responded, "Our lord has grown tired of his formlessness. He seeks a human body, 14so that he might walk among mortals again. 15But no corpse is fit to contain him, 16all who have tried have died." 17And Sebastian did not hear the whisper of the savior, 18but he knew in his heart what he must do. So he gathered his Order and his wife unto him, saying 19"My savior was sent as a lamb to free us from the disease of the soul. I have been sent as a lamb to free us from the disease of the body. 20The demon Morbus demands a body, and intends to kill the whole of Rome to obtain it. 21I cannot let that happen. I will offer my own body to the scoundrel." 22The Order and his wife disagreed with him, saying, 23"Surely you cannot give this abomination a way to walk among the living. Who knows how many souls he will take then?" 24And Sebastian calmed them, saying "I do not intend to let this Morbus run free. 25My brothers, our savior is the lord and master of all lesser spirits. 26What our God has bound, no power can unbind. You must bless the walls of the monastery, 27praying that He will not let the monster escape." 28And the brothers were at peace. 29Then Sebastian said unto his wife, 30"My darling, I hope that you will find our son in heaven. 31I pray that once the demon has entered my body, my soul will be freed to join you. But I cannot say for sure. 32As always, I trust my savior for mercy. 33May you live long and prosper." 34And his wife was at peace. 35So the brothers blessed the walls of their monastery, leaving the gates open for the entity to enter. 36That morning, Sebastian entered, gospel in hand, prepared to pen his last thoughts for his beloved Isotta. 37The acolyte of Morbus entered the trap, and agreed to deliver the journal as a last request. 38And the acolyte performed the ritual, [END OF SCP-5639-2] Addendum 3: Following the translation of SCP-5639-2, Foundation researchers tracked public records on Sebastian, Isotta, and Dante Borroni. All dates recorded in SCP-5639-2 are consistent with public records. However, Sebastian Borroni is recorded as having died in 1890 CE of consumption. After assembling a file on the Borroni family, Miranda.aic attempted contact with SCP-5639-1 again, resulting in the second successful interview. Interviewed: SCP-5639-1 Interviewer: Miranda.aic Foreword: Miranda.aic located SCP-5639-1 in the apparent chapel of SCP-5639 and confronted it. SCP-5639-1's speech was more cohesive during this interview, with an inclination towards the usage of Italian. <Begin Log> Miranda.aic: Your gospel indicates that you are Sebastian Borroni, or Morbus. SCP-5639-1: … Miranda.aic: Which are you? SCP-5639-1: … Miranda.aic: There was indication that Sebastian Borroni intended to bind Morbus to his body, but there was uncertainty regarding what would happen to his personality afterwards. SCP-5639-1: … Miranda.aic: Why did the book remain in this complex? It was clearly meant to be brought out. SCP-5639-1: Unimportant. Did you… (SCP-5639-1 appears to struggle with itself briefly) find her? Miranda.aic: If you are referring to Isotta Borroni, yes, we did find her. (Miranda.aic notes a spike in Akiva levels.) She gave birth to her late husband's daughter Proserpina in 1890. Proserpina went on to have children, and there are descendants of Sebastian and Isotta alive today. SCP-5639-1: Descendants? How long? Miranda.aic: I have not been given clearance to reveal the current year to you. However, I am able to reveal that Isotta died in 1920 at the age of 76, succumbing to consumption. SCP-5639-1: Consumption? (SCP-5639-1 begins to laugh and cry simultaneously. It reaches out and grabs hold of the drone Miranda.aic is controlling.) Miranda.aic: What are you… SCP-5639-1: She is gone. No more talk. (SCP-5639-1 smashes Miranda.aic's drone.) <End Log> Closing Statement: Following this interview, SCP-5639-1's time spent in a de-materialized state increased. Any attempts by Miranda.aic to communicate with SCP-5639-1 were met with hostility. At this time, no further interviews are permitted. 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SCP-5640 | euclid | a thalassophile That's Sonderance, for the record. See more of his stuff here. 3/5640 LEVEL 3/5640 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5640 euclid Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-5640's limited range, there is no restriction on the movement of aquatic animals in the area. To avoid a Dagon-Class1 Conflict Scenario, SCP-5640 is observed continuously by researchers equipped with ATCA to identify and, if needed, counteract the growth of a Barrow Type I-minus civilization2. SCP-5640 as seen from the air. Description: SCP-5640 is a partially-submerged triangular coral reef in the Pacific Ocean. SCP-5640 emits small amounts of thaumaturgical radiation through unknown means. As a result, many of its inhabitants display conditional sapience within 400 meters of its structure. The various resident species of SCP-5640 have been seen cooperating in ways indicative of societal relationships. Further analysis has not yet been possible; Foundation researchers are capable of communicating with said species using the recently-developed Aquatic Telepathic Communication Apparatus, but all species contacted thus far have been distrustful to the point of fleeing. Efforts to improve relations are ongoing. Addendum: Several inhabitants of SCP-5640 have become enamored with Junior Researcher Timothy Kari following a recent observational period. Video and ATCA transcription is being processed now. Addendum: The following is the relevant component of the video and ATCA transcript of JR Kari's observation. Observational Log Transcript [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] Junior Researcher Kari descends to the sea floor approximately 10 meters from the edge of SCP-5640. Kari: I'm starting my watch now. It's about 11:30 AM. Inhabitants of SCP-5640 are vacating my immediate vicinity. As usual. A few minutes pass. Kari remains as motionless as possible. Kari: It is now noon. Nothing has changed. Really looking forward to the next two hours thirty. More time passes. Kari blows a bubble ring to entertain himself. A juvenile parrotfish approaches. Parrotfish: Upbeast. Kari: What? Hello! What? Parrotfish: You, upbeast. What're you doing? Kari: Oh, I was exhaling! See, I breathe air, since I don't have gills— Parrotfish: Yeah, yeah, we know how upwater works. I was talking about that thing you just did. Kari: Wait, you mean this? Kari blows another bubble ring. The parrotfish swims in a circle. Parrotfish: Holy shit. Eugene!3 Eugene, get over here! A small red crab approaches slowly. Crab: Ethel, that's an upbeast. You know that, right? You're way too close. Back up. Parrotfish: Yeah, I know, but it's doing this…well, just watch! Upbeast, again! Kari blows another bubble ring. The crab stops moving. Crab: Holy fuck. Parrotfish: Right? Crab: This is huge. We've got to tell someone. Parrotfish: I mean, I told you, so my job's done. Kari: Wait, tell who? Crab: Shut up, upbeast. A few moments of silence. Neither animal moves. Crab: Okay, I've got it. Let's take it to the Vizier. She'll know what to do. Parrotfish: Hey, if you want to wake her up, be my guest. The two animals turn and move towards SCP-5640. Kari follows. Once they reach the edge of SCP-5640, the crab taps its claw against a gap in the coral. Crab: Vizier! We have something amazing! A zebra moray emerges from the crevice, its jaws opening and closing. Vizier: And why, pray tell, have you disturbed my slumber? And with an upbeast, no less? Crab: It does this thing, Vizier, and I— Vizier: Do not interrupt me. This creature's cohorts have abducted countless of our citizens. Their upvessels are omnipresent shadows over our fair habitat. There is no possible recourse for those who accept them other than the dry maw of oblivion. Kari blows a bubble ring. The Vizier stops talking. Vizier: … oh my. Parrotfish: Right? Vizier: That is…well. This is quite a different story, now, isn't it? Crab: We're really sorry for waking you, Vizier, but it seemed important. Vizier: You have no benthic idea, my delicious little denizen. We must take it directly to the Lord. Parrotfish: Whoa, wait, 'we'? There's no way we're allowed— Vizier: This is a unique circumstance. Come. The eel exits its crevice and heads towards the center of SCP-5640. Kari and the other animals follow. The Vizier stops in front of an outcropping of rock and presses its body to the sand. The parrotfish and crab do the same. Vizier: My Lord. We have brought you a gift. Tentacles unfurl from the darkness under the rock. The eyes of a giant Pacific octopus are barely visible. The Lord: WHAT IS IT?4 The Vizier flicks its tail frantically at Kari. Kari blows another bubble ring. There is silence for a moment. The Lord: HOLY SHIT. Parrotfish: Right? Crab: Right?! The Vizier dashes forward and clamps its jaws down on the crab. The crab squeals in pain as the eel's teeth crush its shell. Vizier: See, my lord? The Lord: THAT'S TIGHT AS FUCK. The parrotfish swims in a small circle against the sand. The crab has stopped screaming as the Vizier eats. The Lord: YOU. UPBEAST. WHAT DO THEY CALL YOU? Kari: Uh, Tim. Timothy, sir, Timothy Kari. Kari attempts to bow. When that doesn't work, he instead blows another bubble ring. The Lord: THAT IS NOT A NAME. FROM NOW ON, YOU WILL BE DUKE ETHEL, WIELDER OF THE UPWATER CIRCLET. Kari: Sure! Yeah, that works. The Lord: YOU HAVE PROVEN YOURSELF A TRUE FRIEND OF THE BENTHIC PEOPLE. Kari: I appreciate that, really. But I'm actually running low on, uh, upwater, so if you don't mind… The Lord: OF COURSE. ANY MEMBER OF MY COURT MAY COME AND GO AS THEY PLEASE. Kari: Oh, cool! I'll be back later. If that works for you, I mean. The Lord withdraws its tentacles back under the outcropping. Since the Vizier is still eating, Kari then turns and leaves the way he came. The Lord: ABSOLUTELY FUCKING RAD. [END TRANSCRIPT] Footnotes 1. Denotes an aggressive aquatic military presence. 2. According to the Barrow extension to the Kardashev Scale, Type I-minus civilizations are capable of mechanical engineering to some degree. 3. Inhabitants of SCP-5640 answer solely to the names Eugene and Ethel. The names are used independently of sex. 4. Bolded text in ATCA transcripts indicates telepathic communication with intensity exceeding an 8 on the Adjusted Hallorann Scale. More From This Author More From This Author Sonderance's Works SCPs SCP-5625 • SCP-5785 • SCP-8880 • SCP-6531 • SCP-6012 • SCP-7770 • SCP-7302 • SCP-4653 • Tales/GoI Formats Sudoku Puzzles and a Lit Cigarette • Other Sonderance • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5640" by Sonderance, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5640. 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-5641 | safe | Artwork of SCP-5641. Several inconsistencies have been included in the drawing to prevent any accidental discovery. Item #: SCP-5641 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5641’s specific location has been forgotten. Its structure has been concealed behind a protective dome stylized like a house of the area. Three copies have been built alongside the dome, each guarded by a stationary patrol. The specific location is safeguarded through its semantic decomposition into three parts, each part known to the following people: The current Director of Site-36 The current General Secretary of GoI-1984 (“The House of the Naga”) An undisclosed third party Interaction with SCP-5641 and any of its parts has been suspended indefinitely. Description: SCP-5641 is a stupa1 located somewhere within India, dated to the 6th century BCE2. The stupa presents an infohazard involving the knowledge of the stupa’s location, with anyone knowing it suffering at least one of the following symptoms3: Hearing chants in Pali4 that pray to Ardhanarishvara5. The chants are believed to grow in intensity the longer one stays away from SCP-5641. Dreaming of seven humanoid figures, believed to represent the Saptarishi6. A constant taste and smell of blood, diminishing all other flavors and smells sensed by the subject. High salivary calcium levels. A constricting feeling in one's chest, described as 'feeling like they've been chained up.' Hearing a set of steps neither close nor far from one’s position. Subjects believe they ‘don’t follow after you, but are accompanying you.’ The sensation of wind and fingers running through one’s hair. Feelings of restlessness and dysphoria, either accompanied or caused by an extreme urge to visit and stay within SCP-5641, under the belief that the subject’s ‘not where they should be.’ These symptoms will vanish once the memory of the location of SCP-5641 is removed from the subject, with amnestics being effective against these 100% of the time. If these symptoms are allowed to continue without amnestic usage, the person will walk into, be led into, or be teleported into SCP-5641, with their retrieval becoming impossible, impractical or detrimental. Both means and reasoning behind this have been purposefully forgotten. The interior of the stupa contains several elements that cause similar symptoms to the ones mentioned earlier, and are triggered by a similar cognitohazard. Due to this, only the most basic descriptors have been allowed to remain: A reliquary positioned in the middle of the stupa Its contents A number of monks The path they circumambulate The hymns and prayers they sing The ritual they perform The reason behind it Discovery: Knowledge of the ruins and its effects were forwarded to the Foundation by agents of GoI-1984 (“The House of the Naga”)7 in 1961 after its effects were realized, with at least 2 of its members entering SCP-5641. Foundation attempted more than one containment procedure, with the protective dome and its copies having been built by 1977. It is known that amnestic usage was attempted since 1963, but wasn’t effective until the mid 90s, when parachemical developments allowed for amnestic drugs to be able to fully eliminate memories of SCP-5641. No more information was obtained about the anomaly until 1987 when an unrelated research team inside the Wanderers’ Library discovered the remains of a journal by an unknown explorer who visited SCP-5641 at some point during the Anglo-Maratha War period (1775-1819). Due to the nature of its content, the document has been sealed away. _ + DATA LOCKEDLock overridden. Welcome, Director. Addendum SCP-5641.1: Journal transcript Tarakasura, son of vajranaka, he who plotted against the Devas Heaven was brought down to Earth as the Asura’s wrath raged on Tarakasura, son of vajrangini, he who had no weakness Tore Heaven into two, and brought it to Patala. Fourteen lokas turn into three, Tarakasura’s triumph He stood above the Deva, he stood above all Unmatched, he gave birth to seven sons, the Saptarasura Who would continue on his legacy, and bring victory to the Asurakind. Like their father, the seven sons performed the most complex tapasya Like their father, Lord Brahma was pleased and granted them a boon Like their father, they asked for immortality, and power, and thus Like their father, the boon was granted to them. A thousand hundred thousand years they ruled Every being their vessel, every being their subject But a thousand more years they wouldn’t get to see For Parvati, the Mother Goddess, had a plan. This chant hasn’t stopped. Ever since my return from Delhi, the chant has not stopped. Neither have the steps I hear every so often. I have seeked help from many doctors and mediums, but there is no answer to be found. It’s not delirium, and it’s not witchcraft. Perhaps my peers at the Museum will have the answers I seek. The Museum has no answers for me, so I have decided to visit the Asiatick Society of Bengal, in Calcutta. They’re a group who collect and study the manuscripts of the area, and might have more information into the verses that resound inside my head. Speaking of the verses, I have begun visualizing who is singing them. A woman, I believe, standing on a threshold. When I sleep, I see her vague figure, only her black eyes a clear shape burnt into my head. Tarakasura and his progeny had asked of Lord Brahma immortality and power None could be as strong as them, none could be wiser As for their immortality, only the son of Shiva could end Shiva, the Mahadeva, who a vow of marriage would never take. But Parvati, in aid of the Devas, asked Shiva in marriage Parvati was rejected, yet her resolve refused to waver With time, with effort, Shiva and Parvati joined in marriage The Prakrti and Purusha, to whom Skanda is soon born. The chants continued on my trip to Calcutta. The image of the woman became clearer: A priestess, standing at the entrance of a dome. I have seen these domes before, along the road between Surat and Poona. This is the birthplace of my curse, I know it. As for the Society, I met with them. Lovely fellows, offered me a plethora of texts, both translated and yet to be. I explained my situation, and were perplexed. While they couldn’t help me, they informed me that the hymns I speak of contain information from several Vedas and Puranas, regarding the Asura Tarakasura, who defeated the Devas, but was eventually defeated by Shiva and Parvati’s son, Skanda, who was known as a deity of warfare. I cannot claim to know much about the Hindu religion, but this doesn’t feel right. Something they’ve told me isn’t true. Perhaps the chants I hear are from another interpretation of these poems, as a member told me they’re somewhat inconsistent. It seems in the texts Tarakasura had only three sons, the Tripurasura. They also didn’t reign for long: Skanda killed Tarakasura and submitted his two brothers, who I have not heard of. Meanwhile, the Tripurasura were defeated by Shiva, who burned their forts, and sent their believers into the desert. Is the woman I see in my dreams one of these believers? Is she Parvati? One of the missing four asuras? As her stare burns into my retina every time I close my eyes, I know there is only one way to find out. I depart in two days. Skanda, the son of Shiva and Parvati, wielded the Vel The divine spear, once vanquished the Asura Surapadma Skanda, the son of Shiva and Parvati, confronted Tarakasura Victorious Vel, courageous Vel, split Tarakasura in seven pieces. Each piece Skanda took, and with each piece a powerful weapon he forged Skanda mounted his peacock, and raised his flag, and marched towards the seven cities The Saptarasura, fearing their end, combined their forces into a single being The Saptarasura, fearing for their lives, molded the seven cities into one. The chants continue, but it does not matter. I see the stupas in the distance, shadows against the bright moon at night. I have set up camp, but I will not sleep. As soon as the day breaks, I will walk up to her. Will she relieve me of these delusions? The journal contains several contradictions, not only regarding all known vedic literature, but also regarding SCP-5641’s known description. Due to these discrepancies, an investigation of the anomaly and possible interview of any inhabitant was planned. However, due to the infohazard risk tied to SCP-5641, this investigation was suspended indefinitely. _ + DATA EXPUNGEDLock overridden. Welcome, Director. Addendum SCP-5641.2: Interview Following the discovery of the journal, an investigation into SCP-5641 was proposed. While the risk of losing personnel to the construct was considered, a volunteer from GoI-1984 (“The House of the Naga”) was selected for the interview. They were not informed of SCP-5641’s infohazardous properties. Interview Log Interviewer: Dr. Vashistha (The camera is turned on a few meters away from SCP-5641. Dr. Vashistha steps inside, moving a red and golden toran to enter. The inside of the stupa contained only an altar-like structure where a small clay reliquary is positioned. Six people circumambulate around the altar, chanting in an unknown language8, failing to notice Vashistha. The six people are a woman dressed in a gharara outfit, a man wearing a bush jacket, two men in the uniforms of Indian police, and two people wearing Foundation Site-36 Research Area uniform. These 6 individuals will be referred to as 5641-1 through 6, respectively.) Vashistha: (Knocks on the door’s frame, attempting to attract the monks’ attention) Excuse me. (5641-1 turns to the man, and stops her singing. She steps away from the group, who continues chanting. She sits in the Bhadrasana pose, extending a hand towards Vashistha.) 5641-1: You’re excused. You’re welcomed. (Points towards the ground in front of her.) Please, take a seat. Vashistha: Of course. (Vashistha sits down in the Bhadrasana pose.) 5641-1: We’ve been waiting for you. Vashistha: Is that so? 5641-1: Of course. As you have felt that this is the destination you should reach, we too have felt that a new face would join our prayers. Vashistha: … I see. Well, I’m sorry, but I’m not here to join you in your prayers. I’ve come here to ask questions. 5641-1: As everyone does. I have come here to answer your questions, so ask. Vashistha: For starters, what is this place? 5641-1: It’s a stupa. A place of worship, where the sarira rests. But you already know this. Vashistha: Of course I know what a stupa is. That was not what my question meant. 5641-1: There is nothing special about the place we’re in. It is no different from the many stupas that existed before. From the ones that exist now. From the ones that will exist. Vashistha: What do you do here, then? 5641-1: We pray. I believe this was evident enough. Vashistha: What do you pray for? 5641-1: We pray in remembrance of the victories of the past. We pray to ensure the victories of the future. This, you know already, no? Vashistha: I… Yes, I do. The chants are difficult to ignore, I must say. 5641-1: Do you understand what the chants say? Vashistha: Of course I do. 5641-1: If you do, then why ask what it is that we do here? Why ask questions you already know the answer to? Vashistha: I… I’m uncertain. The truth evades me. Everytime I open my mouth, only noise comes out. My thoughts are scrambled, my eyes shoot in every direction. I cannot focus on what’s in front of me. 5641-1: That, Vashistha, is asat: Distortion. You walk a path without looking at the stars. You swim in anrita, away from the truth. You need to clear your thoughts, and understand why the victory must be remembered. Why what we do is important. Why has it continued on for so long. Vashistha: What must I do to understand? 5641-1: You must ask the right questions. Vashistha: What are the right questions? 5641-1: I cannot answer that. Only you know what the right questions are. If you do not, then you must leave. Return when you know them. Vashistha: Very well. If you’ll excuse me. (Vashistha gets up, before leaving the stupa.) Dr. Vashistha was not cleared for egressing without first carrying out the interview provided by the Foundation. Furthermore, despite the video clearly showing he stepped out, there is no proof that he ever did so. Following this log, several other interviews took place at the location. Interview Log Interviewer: Dr. Vashistha (By the time the interview starts, Dr. Vashistha is already sitting in front of 5641-1.) Vashistha: I cannot help but notice that we are seven. Seven is a number I keep hearing inside my head. What is its importance? 5641-1: Seven is an important number no matter where you stand. A reading man might be able to tell you of the Seven days it took to build the world. Another might tell you of the Seven seals keeping the apocalypse at bay. I will tell you of the Seven Sages who maintain Brahman9 and Maya10 in their righteous places, such that we can be our own Selves, and nothing less. Vashistha: … Are we the Seven Sages? Is that what you are trying to tell me? 5641-1: No, no we are not, but we could be. I only see six people praying for Skanda’s success. Only six who know the truth. Vashistha: … You want me to join you. 5641-1: Incorrect yet again. You want to join us. Why else would you volunteer to come here? Vashistha: Wait, how- How do you- 5641-1: How do I know? I told you I am here to answer questions. It would be expected, one would think, that I would have the knowledge to answer them, no? Vashistha: (Rubs temples) … Alright, so the Seven Sages sing prayers to Skanda, the son of Shiva and Parvati, because he’s triumphed over the Saptarasura. He’s defeated evil using the seven astras forged using Tarakasura’s body. Everything correct so far? 5641-1: Indeed. Vashistha: The sarira inside the reliquary you pray around… What is it? The remains of the people who came before you? 5641-1: I assume so, yes. Vashistha: You assume? 5641-1: It cannot be known. To know is to admit defeat. Vashistha: Defeat? 5641-1: If we are to maintain Brahman and Maya in their rightful place, then that which is unknowable must remain unknowable. Do you know why? Vashistha: I- I do not. 5641-1: Then we’ve performed faithfully. Interview Log Interviewer: Dr. Vashistha (The scene remains the same, but 5641-2 is the one sitting in front of Dr. Vashistha.) 5641-2: That which is unknowable must remain unknowable, yet that does not mean what is adjacent to it must remain unknown. Vashistha: How so? 5641-2: I will tell you a story, Vashistha. One you must hear. Are you listening? Vashistha: I am. 5641-2: Skanda fought the Saptarasura, and defeated them. This is what we chant of. However, the battle wasn’t an easy fight, nor a simple affair. The Saptarasura had many allies, and many powers, and many boons. They were invincible, as far as any other being knew. This is why Tarakasura’s body was used as a weapon. If he was invincible, the astras made would be equally powerful. The Saptarasura knew they had no chance, so they formed together into a great Asura King, one who went onto rule the universe just like the parts that composed him. He had no name, because no one could utter it. He reeked of scarlet blood, the sacred liquid constantly pouring out his mouth and eyes and ears. He was covered in gold and bronze and all precious metals that composed the seven cities each Saptarasura had built, who he now had fused into a single fort in the shape of a throne, where he sat on and oversaw all the universe from. Now, as I describe this being, you may think there is no feasible way Skanda would have defeated him, and you would be right. He didn’t. Vashistha: Wait, but the prayers- 5641-2: Skanda was strong enough to defeat the Saptarasura, but not the King they’d formed, nor their forts, nor their legions, nor their astras, so he asked for help. He was assisted by many Devas, including his own parents. But even that was not enough. Vashistha: So? 5641-2: What can you do to an enemy that cannot, nor will ever be defeated? Vashistha: (Opens his mouth to answer, but nothing comes out.) 5641-2: You stall them, indefinitely, through any means possible. (The scene remains the same, but 5641-3 is the one sitting in front of Dr. Vashistha.) Vashistha: So the prayers are to stall the Saptarasura. 5641-3: Indeed, and yet the truth isn’t as easy. We’re stalling a seventh part of the Saptarasura. Vashistha: A seventh? 5641-3: When Skanda planned to defeat the Asura King, he first had to get to him. To get to him, he first had to get rid of his many followers. These were all the Asura and the Yaksha and the Rakshasa and the Kumbhanda and all who decided to follow him, because the King had offered them power like none other: Freedom. And they used this freedom to enslave, and to wage war, and to inflict pain and misery upon all others. And thus a dark age besieged the world, and the King thrived. Vashistha: How were they defeated? 5641-3: Skanda asked Lord Brahma to grant him the boon that would conquer his followers, and after ten thousand thousand years of meditation, it was granted to him: The sacred texts that contained all knowledge yet to be. Skanda presented it to the King’s followers, and told them all answers were contained within. Curious, they peaked in, and saw a future of dominion; one of everlasting conquest. They cheered and they feasted and their happiness was unlike any other. Skanda turned to Lord Brahma and asked him “I see the men and women of the Asura King whose name cannot be said and cannot be heard feasting, fulfilled in both body and mind. How can you say, Lord Brahma, that this is a weapon to defeat them?” And Lord Brahma smiled, and explained that for all history that must be remembered is considered Smriti, and is kept within one’s heart and one’s mind, but the texts given to the followers were Asmriti, which is the texts to be forgotten, and are thrown out of one’s heart and one’s mind, never to pollute the universe again. And as he explained, Skanda saw that the followers, who were warriors and workers and architects and poets all fell to the ground, and melted into clay, leaving their clothes and weapons and slaves behind, who now free, praised to Skanda and Lord Brahma who both had saved them from their chains. All left of the followers was the Asmriti, with now empty pages, and the men who were enslaved took it and hid it, for the Asmriti’s content must not be remembered, else the followers will return and they will enslave and wage war and mock the Devas again. Vashistha: Is this book what is kept here? 5641-3: The book is not the part contained here. The book is lost to all, I hope, and should remain as such. (The scene remains the same, but 5641-4 is the one sitting in front of Dr. Vashistha.) 5641-4: Skanda kept on his path, and was confronted by seven women: The seven wives of the seven Saptarasura. They stood over the followers, and made sure to both ensure their compliance, and bring all their gifts to their husbands. Without the followers, there was no compliance to be had, and no gifts to receive. The seven wives were enraged by this, and confronted Skanda. These seven wives were powerful Asuri, capable of bending clay and blood and life, and using these they created plants that poured not soma but halahala, and a single drop of it could corrupt all life it touched. What seemed to surely be a battle soon turned to a peace agreement, however. Skanda asked the Asuri why they were, amidst the ruins of their now-gone empire instead of next to the golden throne of the Asura King. And why were they fighting him instead of the Asura King, and they understood that he cared not for them anymore, if ever. Skanda thus stopped his mission, and attempted to find husbands for the Asuri. It took several hundred years, but the wisest and most forgiving of all men stepped forward, and promised they would ensure their safety and fight for them. These men are now known as the Saptarishi, the Seven Sages. Skanda brought Agni who ignited a great pyre, who they all danced around, praying for each other’s health and to survive the King’s ordeal, and to have healthy children who will live better lives. Thus was born the Saat phere ceremony, and the Saptapadi, and all marriages included them from that point on. And the seven wives attained enlightenment, and their poison turned into amrita, and with a single touch, the land was blessed with mango trees and jasmines and even the lotus flower began to flourish where only bloodshed had flourished before. Vashistha: So the Asuri are the Seven Sages’ wives? Our wives? 5641-4: The truth isn’t as simple. Yes, they once were, but not anymore. After many years, they discovered that the seed of the Saptarasura remained within the Asuri long after their consummation; long after their defeat even. The Asuri are cursed to bear the next generation of Asura, who will be stronger than they ever were, and will have no weaknesses, not to any man nor to any Deva. As such, the Devas and the Saptarishi had to make sure these children would never be born, and the seven wives were sealed away. They will never understand the happiness of giving birth, for they cannot be allowed to, and will never see Agni’s light again, for their children will steal it, and sink the world into a darkness there's no return from. Where they are now, we cannot know. I pray that wherever they are, they are safe from the influence of the Asura King. (The scene remains the same, but 5641-5 is the one sitting in front of Dr. Vashistha.) 5641-5: After the followers and the wives had been dealt with, Skanda finally encountered the King. He was ten thousand times his strength, and ten trillion times his size. He knew all there was to know, and his seven mouths spoke profanities and his eyes killed all who saw into them. He had fourteen hands, and he knew all mudras and practiced all pranayamas and controlled the seven winds known as vayu. Skanda knew he could not defeat the King, so he prayed to Lord Brahma again, asking for a different boon. He offered the seven astras of Tarakasura, and in turn Lord Brahma sent Tvashtr, who had forged Indra’s vajra, and he took the astras, and transformed them into seven golden spears. And each spear Skanda wielded, and each spear was thrusted into the King, and the King screeched in pain as the spears absorbed each of the Saptarasura. Seven thrusts later and the Saptarasura was no more. Skanda knew this was not the end, for the spears slowly corroded, the gold falling off, leaving only ugly iron behind. The Saptarasura could not be as easily defeated, nor as easily sealed, for they had meditated to strengthen themselves during the time the spears were forged. The spears wanted to come together; the seals wanted to come undone. As such, Skanda granted each spear to the seven most powerful warriors, who then left, to never meet again. The spears bled and thrashed and from time to time the Saptarasura would escape their cells, and the warriors would best them. If we are to win this war, the spears must never meet again. (The scene remains the same, but 5641-6 is the one sitting in front of Dr. Vashistha.) 5641-6: Skanda stood unopposed, but he knew this was not the end. Even if the followers had been forgotten, they could return. Even if the wives were sealed away, the seals could break. Even if the spears had been separated, they could reunite. This was because people remembered, and memories are Brahman. To best this, Skanda needed for them to become Maya, an illusion. For this, he asked for Shiva to help him, and Shiva indeed offered his help. He took a single glance at the throne which had once been seven forts, and molded it into the image of a singular beast: The Asura King. And the beast would speak like the King, and move like the King, and all would be made to believe that this was the King. And then it was sealed away, and many scholars would make sure that this Fake King would be found and feared and revered as the real King. This too would be a seal, for it would seal away the truth of the Asura King’s existence. Vashistha: First were the followers, second were the wives, third was the King, fourth was the decoy. What were the last three? 5641-2: A pertinent question, but it seems you still are missing a point. 5641-5: Tell me, do you really believe seven spears were enough to bring down the King? Vashistha: Were they not? 5641-4: His corporeal form, sure, but the sthula sarira11 is merely one of three. Skanda still had the sukshma12 and the karana13 to deal with. Vashistha: How did he deal with them? 5641-5: As soon as the decoy had been built, a strong howling was heard through the land, and all shivered: The voice of the King still remained, seven distinct tones morphed into a cacophony of pain and misery, singing of the darkest of evils, bringing fear and chaos even after his body had been stripped of all mortal power. The King without body smiled, and from a mouth that did not exist, blood poured. And the blood became a sea of obscenity that washed over the new world, and submerged it all in its miasma. The King used the knowledge of his defeat to strengthen even after death, and brought the same destruction that befell his followers and his kingdom unto men and Deva equally. Soon, there was no land to stand on, and many perished. The survivors were rescued by Vishnu, who took on the shape of a great fish, and took on the name of Matsya. Skanda stood by Matsya’s side, and knew not what to do, so he asked for help. And Matsya provided, and help arrived in the shape of the few he rescued. These were the slaves the followers of the King had chained and tortured, and they had been promised kingdoms and riches beyond comprehension, and they would become the Kshatriya who would rule earth. But the slaves turned to Skanda, and offered to trade all that had been promised to them in exchange of stopping the King from taking the world over again. Skanda thus cursed the slaves, and the slaves would again be at the bottom, standing as the lowest of all castes. In doing so, however, the King’s mind and rage and blood was forever locked inside their minds, and the seas subsided, and the King’s form was defeated once more. Were he to ever return, he would control nobody but those who stood at the bottom of it all, and they would be laughed at and mocked by all but Skanda, who knew they had committed the greatest of all sacrifices. Vashistha: What about his True-Self? 5641-1: Skanda thought there was nothing left of the King, but the Saptarishi warned him: Past body and mind there is still one’s True-Self, directly attuned to the rest of the universe. As long as it existed, the King could return. Of course, the True-Self will always exist no matter what. It is part of Brahman, and stands ever-permanent. It was the one weakness in Skanda’s plan: The King could not be banished, for he had existed, and would thus forever remain. But the Saptarishi knew something that many others ignored: The existence of the King was devoid of Dharma, so he could not know of the truth of the True-Self. Another weapon was born out of this knowledge; another illusion. Skanda took the clay and the dirt and the broken weapons that littered the ground, and molded them into seven urns. These seven urns, seven tribes took. These tribes kept them trapped in the past, so that the King would never see a future. As long as the tribes kept them intact, they would thrive. As long as the tribes kept them, the King would believe a part of him resided within, and thus would never attain his True-Self, for his ignorance acted as a trap in and of itself. The tribes soon left, and Skanda smiled. He smiled, because the King was no more. 5641-2: His legion fallen, his wives converted. 5641-3: His body broken, his throne transformed. 5641-4: His mind trapped, his True-Self unrealized. 5641-5: Thus the King was defeated. Skanda stood victorious. 5641-6: Now we sing of his glory, as we cheer for the past that was changed in our favor, for the present that we’ve allowed others to enjoy, and for the future that is still within reach. Vashistha: … That’s six. You said there’s seven parts. 5641-1: There are seven indeed. We’ve yet to mention the one we safeguard. Vashistha: What is it? Which part do we safeguard? 5641-2: This final question cannot be answered. It cannot be known. To know it is to invite him. To invite him is to face the end. This is the truth of the seventh seal. A seal shrouded in ignorance, because we know better. We must know better. Vashistha: Is this why we sing? 5641-3: The chants are a seal, yes. We pray because Skanda has asked us to. We chant his name because he must be remembered. We sing of Saptarasura’s defeat, because were we to stop, the world would forget it. And if the world forgets, then the King will return, because the King is ignorance, and the King is division, and the King is all the foul and the profane and yet he was defeated. 5641-4: And yet, even in defeat he thrives. Even in death he lives. Even vanquished he conquers. 5641-5: So we pray and as we pray the world remembers the triumph: A world of nature, and not of bloodshed. A world of pillars, and not of rubble. A world of freedom, and not of chains. 5641-6: And so, all questions are answered, but one: Are you ready to pray? Vashistha: Must I? 5641-2: You are in no obligation to do it, but you must do it. The seal shall not be completed until the Seven Sages pray of Skanda’s greatness in the battle with Saptarasura. 5641-3: If you decline, then you will live your life, die, be reincarnated and, some day, we will meet again. 5641-6: Your free will shan’t be tainted. At the same time, however, you came here for a reason. You, and not your previous reincarnations, but you. Vashistha: Why me, and not them? 5641-6: That we cannot answer. Only thou knows thyself. Vashistha: I… I don’t know if I want to leave my old life behind. 5641-2: No one who’s come here wanted to, at the beginning. To abandon it all for the sake of everyone else… That’s a heavy sacrifice to make. It isn’t easy. 5641-3: But it’s the right thing to do. It is our duty. Vashistha: It’ll be my duty too then. 5641-6: Have you decided then? Vashistha: There was no decision to make, was there? The moment I stepped in, I stepped in because I would join you all. I knew that I needed to be here. Now I know why. I understand my mission, and I accept it. This is my aim, my goal, my purpose. I am where I belong. 5641-1: Welcome home, Vashistha. (The log consists only of audio, with seven people praying to the sound of drums. The chants were translated from Classical Sanskrit.) 5641-1: Skanda stood atop the ruins of profanity, and smiled, for the Saptarasura had fallen. Yet Vishvamitra the Sage approached him, and told him this was far from the truth. The Saptarasura’s malice would never dull, for he was part of Brahman too. And Skanda cried, but Vishvamitra calmed him, for he knew the solution. 5641-2: A stupa was built, where the King once sat upon his golden throne. A reliquary was crafted, and inside the last of the King was sealed. A prayer began, and a ritual commenced, so that the King would never find it. And Vishvamitra renounced to his kingdom, and simply sang, for in song he found life. 5641-3: Kingdoms rose, kingdoms fell. Time passed for all but the lone Sage. As the Maratha and the men from the West waged meaningless wars, another joined. His name, Atri, from the lands where the God Surya never settled down. Together, they prayed. And the chants brought change to the land, and the Maratha left. 5641-4: Many years were spent in prayer before the next sages joined them. Their names were Jamadagni and Agastya, two men from the same land. Jamadagini came in a time of crisis, a time of senseless brutality. For the men of the West oppressed, and violented, and took everything for granted. Jamadagni fought against Surya, who commanded the men of the West. Surya, who'd forgotten the King’s rebellion, he who did not remember the law of blood. Falling into the same path, Jamadagni reminded Surya that war was not the way. And thanks to him, the men from the West retired, and at last men were free of their chains. 5641-5: Yet men still had chains inside their heads, and found reason to fight one against the other. Over insignificant materials; scarlet blings and golden baubles that brought rot within. Against this Agastya prayed, and reconciled the two groups, calm replacing war. And thus now four Sages prayed for Skanda’s victory, his words heard once more. Two more joined, coming from a distant place, the world of the exact and the concrete. And they came because they were curious, yet they were afraid, one feeding the other. Their names, Maharishi and Bharadwaj, and they were wise men of science. They knew it all, and yet they knew not the rituals of this land. Because of this, they feared. 5641-6: They feared Skanda, because he was a warrior, and war meant death, and death meant pest. But they couldn’t see that Skanda fought for the free; that he fought for them. They needed reason to fear the ritual, and soon reason was born, and the King smiled. He smiled because fear fed him. For the first time since his fall, he smiled. And in his smile hid pest, and in his smile hid death. And he smiled, and men fell ill, and men went crazy, and all lost faith. A single powerful act, and the Foundations cracked, and a seed of doubt was planted. Through concrete the seed broke, and a tree of blood and bone and sinew sprouted. But he could not smile for long, for Indra taught Bharadwaj medicine, and with this he prayed. Skanda’s chants grew, and health befell the land, and the tree withered and died. And Indra taught Maharishi knowledge of light, and peace, and he shared it with many. And the stupa stood without the need for Foundations, and the King fell silent again. 5641-7: The last of the Sages was named Vashishta, and with him the seal was completed. He joined the other six, and with his voice, he ensured the King would remain in place. Skanda smiled in truth then, and came to the stupa, and they all stopped and revered him. And their job was over, and Skanda thanked them all, and offered them a boon of his own. And the Seven Sages took it, and their souls joined the sky in the shape of seven stars. A new constellation in the shape of Skanda's smile. A smile, because the King was no more. Following this last log, chants were heard throughout several points in South, Central and East Asia, including several Sites and Areas of the Foundation and other Groups of Interest. Although unchecked, it is understood that the stupa disappeared from its position. Special containment procedures have been discontinued. A constellation of seven bright stars has retroactively joined many others, bearing the shape of a smile. No investigation of this incident has been nor will be conducted. The seal is expected to last. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5641" by Maxyfran73, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5641. 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: Stupa 2 Bimaran Charles Masson.jpg Author: Charles Masson License: Public Domain Source: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Type of mound-like building containing buddhist relics. 2. With Gautama Buddha living from the 5th to the 4th century BCE, it is believed the building is either anachronistic or was repurposed. 3. It is worth noting that correctly inferring the stupa’s location is believed to cause the same symptoms, although to a lesser degree. 4. Language of the Indian subcontinent. Sacred language of Theravada Buddhism. 5. Figure of Shiva fused with his consort Parvati, depicted as half-male and half-female. Represents the harmony of masculine and feminine forces. Figure is not present in the Pali canon, nor in Theravada Buddhism. 6. Known as the ‘Seven Sages’, these are important figures in Vedic religions, possessing great knowledge and guarding the divine law of Dharma. The Big Dipper in India is named after them. 7. Paranormal wing of the Sangh Parivar, a group of Hindu nationalist organizations. Founded in 1956, it has maintained a positive relationship with the Foundation, exchanging intel for partial autonomy within the region. 8. Although it is most likely Pali or Sanskrit, no efforts will be made to translate it. The reason for this decision is not fully understood. 9. Ultimate reality of the universe, which is unchanging and ever-permanent. 10. Perceived reality of the universe, which is illusory and always changing. 11. Physical mortal body in the Three Bodies Doctrine. 12. Body composed of the mind and other vital energies. 13. Body that veils the atman, or True-Self, and births the other two in this universe of ours. |
SCP-5642 | euclid | by Trotskyeet Location of SCP-5642 phenomena. Item #: SCP-5642 Special Containment Procedures: Hidden security cameras have been installed to monitor the movements of all SCP-5642-A instances. The night cleaning shift of Monument Cafe is to be conducted by Mobile Task Force Theta-10 ("Deep In The Heart") under Foundation front company "Sam's Cleanliness Provider." Any SCP-5642-A instances found during this shift are to be disposed of in the diner's dumpster. Description: SCP-5642 refers to a series of phenomena surrounding French fries within the property of Monument Cafe, a diner in the city of Georgetown, Texas. While they are within the diner, French fries do not decompose or spoil, but can be consumed normally and destroyed with force. This phenomenon does not occur when French fries are inside the diner's dumpster. The secondary phenomenon surrounding the French fries occurs from 10PM to 3AM. During this time, all French fries within the diner spontaneously manifest appendages that allow for bipedal movement and the grasping of objects. Further inspection has shown these appendages are made of potato starch and water. The way the structural integrity of said appendages is kept stable is unknown. During this window of time, French fries (hereby referred to as SCP-5642-A instances) display a limited degree of sapience, and adopt characteristics and beliefs commonly associated with the Italian-American mafia. Observation and study of SCP-5642-A instances during this period is difficult, as SCP-5642-A instances will attempt to evade capture, and often resort to smashing themselves against the ground if cornered. Addendum-1: On 09/03/18, an SCP-5642-A instance (hereby referred to as SCP-5642-A-1) approached a member of Theta-10, reportedly "seeking freedom in exchange for information." SCP-5642-A-1 disclosed the location of the "Carlotti Family," a collection of SCP-5642-A instances based underneath the lower left table booth. As SCP-5642-A-1 was being questioned on the organizational structure of the "Family", several SCP-5642-A instances descended from the ceiling via string, and took SCP-5642-A-1 into the ceiling tiles. Attempts to track these SCP-5642-A instances were unsuccessful. The following video was captured by Foundation cameras the following night. [BEGIN LOG] The bar of the diner is dark, the camera switches to night vision. Several SCP-5642-A instances are standing on top of the bar. SCP-5642-A-1 is unconscious and is being carried by two steak fries (SCP-5642-A-2 and SCP-5642-A-3 respectively); a plastic straw wrapper can be seen covering half of its body. A paper condiment cup is placed near the group, filled with ketchup. A fourth SCP-5642-A instance (SCP-5642-A-4) walks towards SCP-5642-A-1, and takes off the wrapper. SCP-5642-A-1: What the hell, what is- SCP-5642-A-4 punches SCP-5642-A-1. SCP-5642-A-1: Jesus man, what was that for? SCP-5642-A-4: Don't play dumb, we got eyes everywhere, I saw you talking to that copper. SCP-5642-A-1 sighs. SCP-5642-A-1: Writing's on the wall Johnny, you hear about Lazuto's gang? All of 'em wiped out last week by those cops, they're coming after us. In a couple of weeks the Boss is probably gonna spray his starch on the wall. The cracks are forming man, new age coming, I intend to live to see it. SCP-5642-A-4: And you sold out your own so you could get a front row seat. You know, we swore an oath when we joined, rule fucking one, don't sell out the family. You're a dirty rat, I hope you fry in hell. SCP-5642-A-1: Look at you now, all high and mighty, being the Boss' lapdog. Y'know I remember when you first came to us, weak and soggy, barely fresh out of the fryer, tryna' score a spot in the Family. You know who vouched for you out of the whole crew? No one except for me. I made you into what you are. I'm your only friend in this goddamn diner, and don't you forget it. SCP-5642-A-4 turns away from SCP-5642-A-1. SCP-5642-A-4: Friends don't matter in this business Tony, only family. SCP-5642-A-2 and SCP-5642-A-3 dunk the top portion of SCP-5642-A-1 in the ketchup cup. SCP-5642-A-1 attempts to knock the cup over, but is held down by SCP-5642-A-2 and SCP-5642-A-3. SCP-5642-A-1 squirms, but after approximately four minutes, goes limp. SCP-5642-A-4: Make it clean boys, I don't want to see his sorry face again. [END LOG] One hour later Foundation monitors detected the deep fryer in the kitchen turning on. When personnel entered the kitchen, the only object in the fryer was a solitary French fry. |
SCP-5643 | euclid | Item#: 5643 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5643-A is to be kept in a locked container at all times. Any personnel who wish to interact with SCP-5643-A must receive permission from the Site Director. Personnel handling the object are to wear heavy duty gloves. Any personnel that come into direct skin contact with SCP-5643-A should be subject to immediate psychological evaluation and will not be permitted to access the object again. SCP-5643-B is housed in a standard humanoid containment cell. It is to be provided with pain medication every 8 hours. If SCP-5643-B complains of a worsening headache, it is to be sedated. Guards outside the cell must be equipped with headphones containing cognitohazard filters. At no time should it be allowed to access SCP-5643-A. Description: SCP-5643-A is a shard of obsidian measuring roughly 2x2x0.5 cm. Regardless of its environment, SCP-5643-A is conspicuous to human subjects. When SCP-5643-A is in contact with a subject's skin, the subject will experience a feeling of euphoria. Upon separation from the object, the subject will experience symptoms including irritability, fatigue, headaches, dizziness, and increased anxiety. Psychological changes similar to those upon secondary exposure may occur in certain individuals. These symptoms will subside after approximately two weeks if the object is not touched again. Upon secondary exposure, subjects will undergo various permanent psychological alterations, which can include lessened empathy and changes in personality. After this stage of exposure, subjects will experience an addiction to the object's effects. Additional exposure to SCP-5643-A will result in severe psychological alterations, paranoia, deterioration of motor functions, migraines, and blue to black skin discoloration. SCP-5643-B is a caucasian female formerly known as Dr. Mara Hyde. Prior to its containment, it worked as a Foundation researcher. Due to extended exposure to SCP-5643-A, its arms are significantly discolored. In addition, it suffers from chronic migraines. When its pain reaches a certain threshold, vocalizations it produces will create a mildly euphoric effect for human subjects nearby, followed by headaches, dizziness, and confusion. Addendum 5643-01: Texts between SCP-5643-B and Dr. Matthew Hyde recovered after containment. All other text messages on its phone had been deleted prior to retrieval. 05/04/20 12:04 PM SCP-5643-B: Fuck. SCP-5643-B: Matt, pick up. SCP-5643-B: Matt. SCP-5643-B: Let's talk. Dr. Hyde: What do you want? Dr. Hyde: I'm in the middle of something Dr. Hyde: Can it wait? SCP-5643-B: Fine. 05/04/20 6:13 PM SCP-5643-B: Still doing something? Dr. Hyde: Yes 05/05/20 9:00 AM Dr. Hyde: I can talk now Dr. Hyde: What is it? SCP-5643-B: I'm tired of this. SCP-5643-B: All of this. Dr. Hyde: Is this about her? SCP-5643-B: What do you think? Dr. Hyde: You've gotta get over her Dr. Hyde: Move on SCP-5643-B: Easy for you to say. Dr. Hyde: Only way to feel better is to move on SCP-5643-B: Yeah, fuck you, too. Dr. Hyde: It's the truth Dr. Hyde: I just want you to feel better Dr. Hyde: Focus on work more in the meantime SCP-5643-B: That's difficult. Dr. Hyde: Yes, but this isn't healthy SCP-5643-B: I guess. [Reports indicate that SCP-5643-B first came in contact with SCP-5643-A on 05/06/20.] 05/06/20 5:18 PM SCP-5643-B: You were right. SCP-5643-B: She would want me to move on. 05/07/20 6:02 PM Dr. Hyde: You doing okay? SCP-5643-B: I feel better. Dr. Hyde: Already? Dr. Hyde: That was quick SCP-5643-B: I don't want to talk. 05/07/20 7:00 PM Dr. Hyde: You're not okay, are you? Addendum 5643-02: A transcription of a phone call between Dr. Hyde and SCP-5643-B on 05/09/20. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Hyde: Hey, Mara. SCP-5643-B: Hey… Dr. Hyde: Everything alright? SCP-5643-B: Yeah, just a headache. Why'd you call? Dr. Hyde: You can't have gotten over Cora that quickly. What's really going on? SCP-5643-B: Is that what this is about? [A pause.] SCP-5643-B: Nothing's going on. Dr. Hyde: Well, I'm glad that you've gotten over her. How's life? SCP-5643-B: It's good. Dr. Hyde: That's good to hear. Uh, I'm doing okay. Nothing that exciting is going on. SCP-5643-B: Well, seeing as nothing's happening, I'm gonna- Dr. Hyde: Mara, I'm worried about you. You've been acting weird. SCP-5643-B: Weird? I'm fine. Great, actually. Dr. Hyde: That's what I'm talking about. You're being so… cold. SCP-5643-B: And you're being overly concerned. Bye. <END LOG> Addendum 5643-03: Continued messages between SCP-5643-B and Dr. Hyde. 05/21/20 6:10 PM Dr. Hyde: Everyone agrees that you've been acting weird SCP-5643-B: It'ss none of your business. Leave ne alone. Dr. Hyde: I can't. I'm worried SCP-5643-B: Wel, dont be. 05/30/20 5:07 PM Dr. Hyde: Why are you being so distant? SCP-5643-B: Im not. SCP-5643-B: Im ffine. Dr. Hyde: There's something wrong. I know it SCP-5643-B: I todl you. Nothin g is wring. 06/09/20 3:31 PM Dr. Hyde: Mara, we need to talk SCP-5643-B: No we d pnt Dr. Hyde: What's happening? Dr. Hyde: Have you been drinking? Dr. Hyde: You can be honest with me SCP-5643-B: Nothigis happenijg Dr. Hyde: I'm just concerned SCP-5643-B: Imm y own perspn SCP-5643-B: Sto get tng knvolved SCP-5643-B: Ih att youu Addendum 5643-04: A transcript of a phone call between SCP-5643-B and Dr. Hyde on 06/18/20. <BEGIN LOG> SCP-5643-B: My hands are turning blue. My head hurts so much. I think I'm- I think I'm dying. Dr. Hyde: Whoa, slow down. What happened? SCP-5643-B: This stupid rock- I don't know. It's- Please, I can't see. Dr. Hyde: Alright, I'm coming. Just stay with me. SCP-5643-B: Am I still Mara? Dr. Hyde: What do you mean? Of course you're- SCP-5643-B: Matt, am I still me? I'm not me, am I? Dr. Hyde: I- I don't- SCP-5643-B: I'm sorry… Dr. Hyde: For what? You're not making any sense. SCP-5643-B: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Dr. Hyde: Just hang in there, okay? I'm coming. [7 minutes of silence.] Dr. Hyde: Are you able to let me in, or- SCP-5643-B: It's unlocked. [A door can be heard opening.] [2 minutes of silence.] Dr. Hyde: Oh shit. You- What happened? [A pause. The phone is heard hitting the floor.] Dr. Hyde: Put that thing down! Give it- SCP-5643-B: No! I need it! Dr. Hyde: No, you don't! Drop it! [SCP-5643-B shrieks, followed by a growl.] [Dr. Hyde gasps.] Dr. Hyde: What's wrong with you? Dr. Hyde: You're not… Mara anymore, are you? <END LOG> Dr. Hyde was found deceased in an apartment formerly belonging to SCP-5643-B. He had several stab wounds all over his body. Upon autopsy, it was revealed that Dr. Hyde died from hemorrhagic shock. Addendum 5643-05: A collection of audio logs recorded after the containment of SCP-5643-B. 06/21/20 6:20 AM SCP-5643-B: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't- I didn't mean to… [A pause.] SCP-5643-B: What am I doing? I'm tired, Matt. It hurts. 06/22/20 7:39 AM SCP-5643-B: Why does everyone good have to die? You didn't deserve it; you had a life to live. It's not fair. 06/23/20 12:31 PM SCP-5643-B: There's… something wrong, Matt. They're not hearing me. I speak, but they don't understand. SCP-5643-B: Am I just that far gone? What's wrong with me? 06/24/20 3:59 AM SCP-5643-B: They're hearing me. They just… I think it's a cognitohazard. Something of the sort. SCP-5643-B: I don't know. No one understands what I'm saying. 06/25/20 11:40 AM SCP-5643-B: I just want the pain to stop. Is that- is that too much to ask? [A pause.] SCP-5643-B: I can't stand this. I can't do this. It's- SCP-5643-B: I'm sorry, alright? Just make it stop! 06/25/20 12:01 PM SCP-5643-B: I deserve this, don't I? You trusted me, and I… I betrayed you. SCP-5643-B: How long has it been, Matt? SCP-5643-B: It's been a while, huh? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5643" by NebulousStar, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5643. 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-5644 | archon | Item#: 5644 Level3 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-5644 Basking Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5644's movement along the River Nile is to be tracked by MTF Lambda-9 ("Osiris's Hand"). Any significant deviation from SCP-5644's normal pathing is to be reported to Site-95 director William Orville. In the event that SCP-5644 becomes hostile, civilian evacuation of the region is to be carried out in coordination with the Egyptian, Sudanese1, South Sudanese, Ethiopian, and Ugandan governments. News outlets will be led to believe that the evacuation was caused by significant flooding of the Nile River and its drainage basin. Any attempt to remove or neutralize SCP-5644, regardless of operational success, may result in catastrophic consequences for the region.2 Any and all reports of SCP-5644 by civilian witnesses to news outlets are to be discredited. All civilians and reporters involved with said sightings are to be given Class-A amnestics. Description: SCP-5644 is a sapient male Crocodylus niloticus3. It measures 9.15 meters and weighs approximately 4,250 kilograms. Despite its immense size, sightings of SCP-5644 by the public are minimal and are only reported from small villages. SCP-5644's age is unknown, but it is believed to be at least 200,000 years old. SCP-5644's primary anomaly is its control over the climate of the Nile River and its tributaries. Its control ranges from bringing in dry seasons and floods to changing the river's course and expanding its drainage basin. SCP-5644 refers to itself as the protector and guide of the Nile. SCP-5644 claims to have interacted with the inhabitants of the region from the early dynastic period of Egypt until the middle ages. The Foundation became aware of SCP-5644's existence when the United Kingdom began to construct dams across the Nile in the early 1900s. SCP-5644 would actively hamper, damage, or destroy these dams. After years of ineffective attempts at capturing SCP-5644, the British government handed responsibility to The Foundation. All containment attempts were abandoned after ██-██-1956 when SCP-5644 was removed from the Nile River, which resulted in the flooding of the local area and all nearby plant life to decay. The area where this event happened has been sectioned off from the public and is now where Site-95 resides. Addendum.1 - Interviews After the events of ██-██-1956, SCP-5644 avoided all attempts at contact by Foundation personnel. In order to monitor the location of SCP-5644, several observation posts were constructed along the Nile River and its tributaries. Researcher Hanesworth, who headed the SCP-5644 project, then proposed leaving food for it in areas it frequented to gain its trust and cooperation. Site Director Orville approved the proposition, provided Hanesworth himself placed the food with two members of Mobile Task Force Lambda-9 "Osiris's Hand". Hanesworth approached the riverbed with carcasses of animals from the region every day. Initially, all attempts failed as SCP-5644 would not approach the food until researcher Hanesworth left the area. Hanesworth insisted that the guards leave so that SCP-5644 would approach. After several attempts, SCP-5644 allowed Hanesworth to approach closer. Starting on 05-27-1997, SCP-5644 would allow Hanesworth to stay next to the food as it fed. ▷ Interview #1 ▽ Interview #1 Interviewed: SCP-5644 Interviewer: Researcher Hanesworth Foreword: Researcher Hanesworth had left a deceased Syncerus caffer4 on a riverbed SCP-5644 frequents. After 15 minutes, SCP-5644 appeared out of the river and began consuming the carcass. Hanesworth had a hidden recorder on his person, in the event that SCP-5644 could communicate. <Begin Log> (The sounds of cracking bones and flesh ripping are heard in the background) Researcher Hanesworth: Can… Can you understand me? SCP-5644: (bellows and turns towards Hanesworth) Researcher Hanesworth: Oh, shit! SCP-5644: Calm down human, I won't feast upon you. I do not hunt your kind anyway. Researcher Hanesworth: You.. you can talk. I-I mean um, why did you let me get closer to you? SCP-5644: Why indeed. (turns back towards the carcass and continues to eat) Researcher Hanesworth: Do… do you mind explaining your control over the Nile? SCP-5644: (stops eating and turns towards Hanesworth) It is but an extension of myself. I control the river's flow and in return, it gives me life. Researcher Hanesworth: So, would you say that your containment would detriment the region? SCP-5644: Is that what your leaders tried to do to me? To 'contain' me? Researcher Hanesworth: Well… yeah. It's sort of our deal. We contain anomalies and research them for the safety of mankind. SCP-5644: And by attempting to reach this goal, how many have died in the name of safety? Researcher Hanesworth: We've crossed some lines, yes, but you must understand that we only have the best interests in mind. SCP-5644: Those interests only further the goals of your superiors. If you were to 'contain' me, this river and all that it flows into would dry up. Researcher Hanesworth: But if people were to see you- SCP-5644: Have they thus far? Researcher Hanesworth: Well no, but that's because we've suppressed all reports. SCP-5644: Then there is nothing more to discuss nor worry about. There was a minute of silence recorded as SCP-5644 continued to feed upon the carcass. L9 Beta-2: (in the background) Hey doc, you doin' alright!? SCP-5644: That would be our time. Tell me, what is your name? Researcher Hanesworth: My name? It's uh, Hanesworth. SCP-5644: I hope to speak to you again, Hanesworth. <End Log> Closing Statement: Before Lambda-9 Beta could arrive, SCP-5644 dragged the carcass into the river and disappeared. For the next few days, no contact could be established with SCP-5644 and Researcher Hanesworth suggested that his guards not be within visual range of the river bank. A compromise was reached where every 30 minutes they would do a check-in before returning to the vehicle just outside of visual range. ▷ Interview #2 ▽ Interview #2 Interviewed: SCP-5644 Interviewer: Researcher Hanesworth Foreword: Contact was successfully established after the second attempt of the new procedure. This interview occurred shortly after the third check-in by Research Hanesworth's armed guards. He activated a transmission shortly after contact with SCP-5644 to let his guards know he had done so. This time Hanesworth brought a hidden camera on his person to record this interview. <Begin Log> (Sounds of the camera being activated can be heard before it is turned on) Researcher Hanesworth: So… you finally showed up. SCP-5644: My apologies, but I would rather communicate in private. Researcher Hanesworth: Well we're not entirely alone. (Hanesworth gestures behind them over the riverbank) SCP-5644: I had a feeling that was the case. Your people appear to be… very untrustworthy. Researcher Hanesworth: They are, but so are you. But that begs the question, why do you trust me? SCP-5644: You misunderstand, Hanesworth. I don't trust you. Not yet anyway. But I see myself as a decent judge of character, and you don't seem to be a bad person. Researcher Hanesworth: Then why did you come back? SCP-5644: You remind me of someone I used to know. Researcher Hanesworth: What were they like? If you don't mind my asking. SCP-5644: It is a… long story. Researcher Hanesworth: You can't just give me that. Just the details will suffice. SCP-5644: He was a Roman boy. Much like yourself he would come to the riverside and feed me, although it was with lesser portions than what you give me. Researcher Hanesworth: Whoa wait, Roman? How old are you exactly? SCP-5644: Old enough to have seen this region turn from green to sand numerous times, older than your entire species. Now, will you let me continue? Researcher Hanesworth: Yes, I'm sorry. Please continue with your tale. SCP-5644: This boy and his family were farmers, but were pressured by local soldiers to give a significant portion of their crops and meat to them. I asked if he would like my assistance, but he declined. He was a stubborn, yet compassionate, young boy. Researcher Hanesworth: What happened to them? SCP-5644: I was waiting for the boy when I saw the smoke. By the time I arrived the farm had nearly burned down. I desperately looked for the boy and his family. It was too late… he was huddling the livestock and covered in gashes, bruises, and burns. He was barely conscious. I tried to save him but… he gently touched my jaw and smiled. Researcher Hanesworth: I'm… I'm so sorry… SCP-5644: Don't be, this happened well over a thousand years ago. I'm sure that even with the miracles your people can perform, nothing could save him. But it still hurts, you know. Researcher Hanesworth: I know how you feel. When you work a job like this you need to get used to not seeing your friends the next day. And it's always the people you care about too… SCP-5644: Grief is shared among all beings. I am sorry for your losses. Researcher Hanesworth: You know SCP-5644, I think that- SCP-5644: SCP-5644? What is that? Researcher Hanesworth: Oh, uh, that's what me and my superiors call you. Consider it a tag. SCP-5644: Well between us you can call me by the name given to me by your kind some few thousand years ago. Researcher Hanesworth: And what would that name be? SCP-5644: Oh, my apologies! Long ago, they called me Sobek. Researcher Hanesworth: Woah! Like the deity? SCP-5644: I suppose, although I've never considered myself one. (Hanesworth's guards can be heard calling for him in the background) Researcher Hanesworth: Damn it, has it been an hour already? SCP-5644: It would appear we've been interrupted again. I did enjoy our chat. Researcher Hanesworth: You don't need to leave, I can convince them to leave us alone. SCP-5644: I have matters to attend to anyhow. Researcher Hanesworth: But what about the food? SCP-5644: Leave it for the others. But you'll no longer need it to converse with me. Take care Hanesworth. <End Log> Closing Statement: After this interview, researcher Hanesworth requested that the armed guards do not come to him unless he calls for them. Given SCP-5644's behavior towards Hanesworth, this request was granted. Researcher Hanesworth and SCP-5644 would meet frequently for the remainder of 1997. The frequency of these meetings, as well as the growing relationship between Hanesworth and SCP-5644, prompted an internal investigation into Researcher Hanesworth's conduct. The investigation concluded on 02-05-1998 and found that Hanesworth was fraternizing with an anomalous entity, and was subsequently reprimanded. Hanesworth was removed from his position but was allowed to continue to interview SCP-5644 once a month under close supervision. Subsequent interviews offered significantly more insight into SCP-5644. Addendum.2 - Incident-5644: On 07-13-20██ Lake Kyoga's waterline significantly diminished, extending the shoreline by nearly a kilometer. This caused significant flooding across much of the Nile River and its tributaries. Determining SCP-5644 to be the cause, MTF Lambda-9 "Osiris's Hand" and MTF Epsilon-6 "Village Idiots" were deployed to all affected areas. Disguised as UN Peacekeepers and members of the Red Cross, both task forces evacuated civilians in the area. MTF Lambda-9 scanned the area of Lake Kyoga in search of SCP-5644. On 07-15-20██ a small team accompanied by Senior Researcher Hanesworth located SCP-5644 on a shoreline near Bukungu. The following was recorded on L9 Alpha-1's helmet-mounted camera. ▷ Encounter 5644-20██-3 ▽ Encounter 5644-20██-3 <Begin Log> (Sounds of the audio capture being turned on can be heard. Image capture shows SCP-5644 laying on a riverbank, showing moderate injuries, resting. Senior researcher Hanesworth can be seen running towards SCP-5644.) L9 Alpha-1: Hanesworth calm yourself! It could be hostile! Hanesworth: Can it! It could be worse than it looks! Alpha-1: Sir, even if that were the case, we need to report this to command. Hanesworth: Even so, he needs treatment now! (L9 Alpha-1 looks around to his other squad members. After some hesitation, he points towards Alpha-3 and Alpha-5) L9 Alpha01: Three, call in for medical! Five come with me to help this thing! (Alpha-1 and Alpha-5 run towards Hanesworth and SCP-5644, and begin to apply medical aid. Hanesworth can be seen near SCP-5644's head comforting it.) Hanesworth: It'll be alright, you'll be given good care. SCP-5644: Then what, will they 'contain' me like the rest? Hanesworth: They couldn't even if they wanted. It's way less of a risk for them to let you be. (there is silence for next few seconds as Alpha-1 and 5 continue medical aid.) Hanesworth: What happened here…? SCP-5644: She was attempting to abuse the river. I had to put an end to it. Hanesworth: Whoever it was, we could have helped you. SCP-5644: I appreciate your concern, but the responsibility is mine and mine alone. Hanesworth: This is exactly what I was worried about! What if you need to be in two places at once? You've already admitted that times are changing. Just say the word… (SCP-5644 bellows, startling Alpha-1 and 5.) SCP-5644: I will consider. Return to the normal shoreline, the lake will fill in soon. (Alpha-1 then looks over SCP-5644's back, and notices the waterline beginning to slowly rise and turns towards Hanesworth.) Alpha-1: Sir, we need to leave. By the time medical comes, we'll be underwater. Hanesworth: He needs treatment! SCP-5644: I'll be fine my friend. This isn't my first encounter with her, and it won't be the last. Now go. (Alpha-1 and 5 finish their medical treatment and begin to pull away Hanesworth as the water approaches their feet. Hanesworth initially resists but is eventually coerced by Alpha-5. Alpha-1 orders the team to return to the vehicle. Alpha-1 turns back as they approach the vehicle and watch the water rise above SCP-5644 and quicken its rise. Alpha-1 enters the vehicle and it drives away from the waterline. The audio and visual feed is cut off moments later by Alpha-1.) <End Log> Report on Incident-5644: ▷ Report ▽ Report From our intelligence, Incident-5644 began as an unknown entity, described as having the head of a crocodile and the body of a lion and hippopotamus5, attempted to alter the entire Laky Kyoga area. SCP-5644 noticed this change due to its anomalous properties and headed towards the area. The subsequent drainage of Lake Kyoga was seemingly an attempt by SCP-5644 to stall and subvert the entity's progress. The flooding of other areas is seen as a side effect of this action. Eyewitness reports indicate that SCP-5644 and the unknown entity had been locked in combat for a few hours before Foundation personnel arrived. By the time Foundation forces arrived and secured the area, the unknown entity was not seen nor encountered. Class-A and Class-B amnestics were administered to the local population, and news outlets were led to believe the drainage and flooding were natural events. The actions of Senior Researcher Hanesworth and L9 Alpha were under review by the ethics committee. Yesterday they announced their actions of giving medical aid to an anomalous entity were justified, given the circumstances. Currently, SCP-5644 movements have returned to normal but a second Site may be needed in order to cover the vast range of SCP-5644's influence. In conclusion, if it were not for SCP-5644's actions the Foundation would have been faced with a Broken Veil scenario. Given its apparent nature, as well as the interaction with one of our senior staff, SCP-5644 appears to be benevolent and nonhostile. So long as no harm is done to Senior Researcher Hanesworth and contact between the two stays steady, we should not have to fear SCP-5644 turning hostile to the Foundation. - Site-95 Director William Orville Addendum.3 - Hanesworth's Journal: The following addendum contains an entry from Hanesworth's journal that document's a previously unknown encounter he had with SCP-5644. The entry is believed to be written prior to Incident-5644. ▷ Journal Entry ▽ Journal Entry Journal Entry #52 Today I met with Sobek. It had been a while since I had seen him. We hadn't had a chance to see each other as often as we used to since the O5 stuck their noses in. It was the middle of the night when I found Sobek again. It's not that hard to spot him, but damn does he look intimidating. When I approached he turned his head toward me, and at first, he didn't recognize me. Once I made him aware of my identity he seemed to relax a little and gestured me to move closer. After I sat near him, it was silent for a while. I finally broke it when I asked him 'what was it like being treated like a god?' A silly question for sure, but my curiosity had piqued its interest. He simply laughed and said that he never experienced it personally. His actions throughout the river were what caused him to be worshipped, not so much because he sought it. I then asked him 'then why do you call yourself Sobek?' He stated that it was the name they gave him, and he never had a name to address himself as before. Sobek said that since so many people were praying to him, the least he could do was accept the name. I wondered if the other Egyptian gods were real, to which he responded that he wasn't sure. He acknowledged the possibility of them existing, but he stated that he never met them. For a while, we just stared at the moon. We talked about many things. We talked about politics, history, biology, and even sports. We enlightened each other on so many things. After witnessing Sobek's wiseness and intelligence, a part of me began to think he really was a god. Then he told me of his concerns. With the world evolving, the number of threats was increasing. If there were two crises at once, he would have to leave one to suffer for longer than the other. I told him that the Foundation could help. We have plenty of assets not being used right now. He thanked me for my generosity but said that the river was his responsibility alone. I said that if he kept thinking like that, he would get lonely. Sobek stated that he already felt alone. After he met humanity, after guiding us out of Africa, he felt like he could change. But after that boy died he realized that he would outlive everyone he made friends with. His own kind feared him, even those that prayed to him every day held a degree of fear. Instead, he said, he would protect the region and guarantee the lives of future generations. I then asked him if we were friends. He laid there silently before answering we could be, but only if I recognized that we couldn't be for long. I said that didn't matter, and that if anything I wanted to be friends. I've never seen an SCP, let alone a giant crocodile, cry before. I didn't know how to hug something that big, but I think I did a pretty good job. We sat there for a while longer before he suddenly turned his head downriver and began to hiss. I asked what was wrong, and he said something is troubling the source. Before he left he said his goodbyes and said we would meet soon. As he disappeared beneath the surface of the water I began to worry that we wouldn't reunite, and if we did, it wouldn't be a happy reunion. Footnotes 1. As a result of the Sudanese Revolution, this is currently being done with the Transitional Military Council. 2. The most probable outcome will be that the Nile River, as well as its drainage basin, will undergo a desertification process. 3. Nile Crocodile. 4. African buffalo. 5. This description is similar to that of Ammit, an Ancient Egyptian demoness and goddess |
SCP-5645 | safe | 2/5645 LEVEL 2/5645 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5645 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5645 is stored in a standard cryogenic storage unit in Site-345. No tests are currently scheduled for it. Nils Wendler is to stay under surveillance and any possible anomalous events surrounding him are to be documented in this article. Description: SCP-5645 is a corpse of a child that is a biological clone of Nils Wendler, a 35-year-old unmarried office worker from Cologne, Germany. SCP-5645 is genetically identical to Wendler, as well as sharing several phenotypical traits such as a large birthmark on its right-hand wrist. While SCP-5645 anatomically resembles an 8-year-old male, it has been chemically dated to the year 1992, thus apparently having not chemically aged for 27 years. Discovery: SCP-5645 was found on the 24th of February, 2019 in the garbage disposal bin behind the apartment complex in which Nils Wendler resides. When local investigators conducted an autopsy on it, its chronological discrepancy was discovered, upon which the Foundation became alert to it. In the following investigation, nearby residents were interviewed for possible sightings of the body being placed in its place of discovery. During these, the visual resemblance to Nils Wendler was noticed and subsequent tests led to the SCP-Object designation. Wendler appears to be oblivious to the origin of SCP-5645. When confronted with it seemingly being his own corpse at a different age he initially appeared shocked, though he regained his composure quickly and expressed a desire to be left alone. Wendler was provisionally taken into custody and encouraged to give out any information that might be relevant to SCP-5645's appearance. Even after repeated interviews, Wendler refused to say anything about SCP-5645 and his unusual reaction upon its discovery. Upon being told of soon being amnestised and released back into his home, he only made one comment: Look, that thing out there? I lost it a long time ago, so it's no real surprise to see it turn up dead. But this is a personal issue. And honestly, at this point, it would be a great relief if you guys could make me forget about it having been me. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5645" by Crashington, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5645. 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-5646 | esoteric-class | The appearance of a Researcher Halliburton was determined to be unrelated to his disappearance. NOTICE TO FOUNDATION STAFF: SCP-5646 represents a Class VI Narrativistic Multiplex currently undergoing severe decoherence. In order to combat unwanted alterations, only essential information will be provided, which should not be assumed as the truth, regardless of relevance to consensus reality. PASSAGE INTO SCP-5646 IS STRONGLY DISCOURAGED |
SCP-5647 | thaumiel | Status update Containment breach ongoing since 23/06/34. Escaped anomalies: 2635 Current death toll estimate: 4,837,562,132 Deploy all remaining Foundation personnel to retake Site-19 ERROR: No combat-ready personnel are available at this time. Check current Foundation capabilities Current remaining unengaged combative personnel: 0 Current remaining Foundation outposts: 3 Check status of MTF Alpha-1 MTF Alpha-1 are all MIA and presumed dead following Operation "God Rebroken". Check status of the O5 Council O5-1 - Missing O5-2 - Dead O5-3 - Missing O5-4 - Missing O5-5 - Missing O5-6 - Active O5-7 - Dead O5-8 - Dead O5-9 - Missing O5-10 - Dead O5-11 - Dead O5-12 - Dead O5-13 - Dead Begin Procedure 5647-Ω Does the black moon howl? The black moon remembers What does the black moon remember? Nothing of this hell Beginning Procedure 5647-Ω ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5647" by Tracque_, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5647. 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-5648 | keter | by J Dune SCP-5648 - ALWAYS WITH TEETH! Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5648 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo A room altered by SCP-5648 at the 2013 Annual Foundation Leadership Summit Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Area-179 R. Joseph Barrow J. Thomas Dune Zeta-10 "Molar Rats" SCP-5648 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5648 is uncontained and remains a present threat to Foundation security until feasible containment is achievable. In an attempt to combat SCP-5648's cerebral effects, all personnel are to undergo prolonged exposure to a Foundation-made cognitohazard intended to distill information on security, discerning fraudulent information, and clarifying the Foundation's hierarchy. The success of this effort remains pending. Personnel are to forward all personally addressed documentation relating to dental health to SCP-5648's research team for review. No efforts should be made to acknowledge the requests in this documentation without approval. Compensation towards personnel affected by SCP-5648 will be distributed at the discretion of the Foundation Human Resources department. Description: SCP-5648 is a humanoid entity resembling a bespectacled, elderly white male. SCP-5648's skin is remarkably dry, causing it to peel and produce a significant amount of flakes upon movement or physical contact with others. SCP-5648 is capable of speech, visual, and auditory perception, though the degree of sophistication in which SCP-5648 performs these functions and perceives the world remains unclear. SCP-5648 is capable of an indiscernible level of reality restructuring, and has been observed to alter locations extradimensionally, manifest objects, change its physiology, and appear in locations at-will. SCP-5648 targets a single Foundation personnel at a time, exclusively appearing in locations of significance to their victim.1 When manifested, SCP-5648's main anomalous effect concerns those it is not targeting, causing them to believe that SCP-5648 is a legitimate member of the Foundation who uses the surname 'Rockefeller'. SCP-5648's title and supposed position within the Foundation is dependent on context2 , but is not questioned by those under the entity's influence. In actuality, SCP-5648's attempts at deception are poor in construction and often recognized as such by its victim. SCP-5648 will then attempt, through a variety of means3, to coerce its target into allowing the entity to examine their oral cavity, citing that its apparent authority requires personnel to comply with its demands. SCP-5648 has also been observed to forgo attempts at formalities entirely and forcibly examine the mouths of targeted personnel. If successful, SCP-5648 will indiscriminately remove a tooth from the target's mouth, and promptly demanifest itself. SCP-5648 will repeat this process with another Foundation personnel shortly after. The motivation behind SCP-5648's pattern of behavior is unknown. Addendum.5648.1: Discovery On 2012/05/12, Foundation Agent Matsumura received the following document in a batch of mail addressed to his house. Believing it to be suspicious, Matsumura submitted the letter for review at Area-179. A transcription can be found below. OFFICIAL REQUEST FROM HIGH FIVE COUNCIL YOUR WORK IN THE ANOMALY HAS BEEN HARD YESTERDAY, SO WHY NOT ORAL? YOU ARE GIVEN FREE ORAL EXAMINATION REQUIRED BY GOD. DENTAL HEALTHCARE PACKAGE. DOCTOR ROCKEFELLER (ALWAYS WITH TEETH) WILL SEE YOU IN WING A-21 TO CHECK YOU OUT. WOAH, THIS AIN'T YOUR GRANDPA, BUT IT'S CLOSE ENOUGH. YOU'RE THE BEST BOY! —- DOCTOR ROCKEFELLER (ALWAYS WITH TEETH) Accompanying this was a supplementary series of letters that successively listed Agent Matsumura's social security number, credit card information, online usernames and passwords4, and an extensive, 15 page log of Matsumura's internet history. This was also signed by SCP-5648, and has been omitted from this file for security purposes. Shortly after, Agent Matsumura was scheduled to meet with a representative from Area-179's Human Resources department. An audiovisual transcript can be found below. [BEGIN LOG] Extraneous dialogue has been removed. Agent Matsumura: I'm worried, and I think I have the right to be. I mean, my credit card, where I work, every… website I've visited on the internet. God, I just don't know who would do something like this— Mrs. Chobik: Hey, hey, we know. It's okay to be frightened. A request from such high up can be alarming for personnel who aren't used to that sort of thing. Agent Matsumura: Fucking what? Mrs. Chobik: The good news is that we reviewed the documents, and there's nothing out of the ordinary about them. While Dr. Rockefeller can be a bit… forward with his requests, he is an established member our organization and a champion of humanitarian causes. Just last year he— Agent Matsumura: Excuse me, just— he knows my fucking FurAffinity log-in. Do you know what that is? Mrs. Chobik: The unfortunate reality of your situation is that it's been determined by administration that you need dental care. There's no two ways about it when it's coming from a place as high up as Dr. Rockefeller! (Laughs) I'm sure he'd apologize for scaring you if you talked about it. Agent Matsumura: I can't believe this. Mandatory dental care! No one has ever gotten their teeth checked out on the Foundation's dime unless there was a oralhazard or some bullshit they could get data from. Is that what this is? If I need testing, you can just say so. I've been in the shit, I've been tested before, and every time I've been tested, they've at least been transparent about it. Mrs. Chobik: Well, we can push the issue to a higher channel if you really want, but things aren't looking good for— The phone on Chobik's desk rings. She picks it up, and answers. Mrs. Chobik: Yeah, I'm with him now. (Pause) Sure, whenever you can. Agent Matsumura: Who is that? Who the hell is that? SCP-5648, dressed in appropriate work attire for a Foundation researcher, hurriedly emerges from the office closet, panting heavily. As the entity moves, flakes of dead skin fall from its body. SCP-5648: (Screaming) DOCTOR ROCKEFELLER! Agent Matsumura, startled, nearly falls off of the chair. Mrs. Chobik: Oh, doc, you're here. I believe Agent Matsumura has a scheduled appointment with you? Agent Matsumura: O—Oh my god. SCP-5648: Says here you gotta get those chompers checked, fuck-a-roo! Open your mouth! Open your mouth! (SCP-5648 nods rapidly) Agent Matsumura: Who the fuck are you? SCP-5648: I'm everyone's grandpa! I'm over-easy, sunny-side-up, and scrambled, scrambled, scrambled! Detection! Ding! SCP-5648 moves towards Matsumura, covering as much distance as possible with each step. Matsumura gets out of his seat and backs himself into the corner as the entity leans over him. SCP-5648: It's not gonna hurt! It'll be better by the time I'm married! I brushed my body last night, why don't we brush yours! (SCP-5648 nods rapidly, causing flakes of skin to land on Matsumura) Agent Matsumura dives between SCP-5648's legs, attempting to escape. Matsumura then runs out of the office. SCP-5648 bends over, and unsuccessfully performs a flip. Landing on the ground, SCP-5648 uses both its hands and legs for mobility, and scurries from the room. [END LOG] Following this, Agent Matsumura fled Area-179 and promptly drove to his residence. After securing the home, Matsumura observed outside of his second floor window for 8 hours before retiring. The following log is transcribed from surveillance footage, captured shortly after Matsumura had cooked himself a meal. [BEGIN LOG] Matsumura walks from his kitchen to his bathroom. He is clearly distressed, and hesitates as he opens the door. Turning the lights on, he proceeds to the sink, where he applies toothpaste to a brush. Several seconds pass as Matsumura brushes his teeth. The shower door slams open, shattering it in the process. SCP-5648 stands in the shower. Curiously, the entity is dripping wet, despite being fully clothed. SCP-5648: I'm corrupt. Matsumura screams and throws a small mirror at SCP-5648. It smashes against SCP-5648's face, but does not cause noticeable damage to the entity. A large amount of dead skin flakes fall from its body. SCP-5648 looks at the surveillance camera positioned in the bathroom. SCP-5648: That's the theme. Agent Matsumura: Please, please just stop. What do you even want? To look at my teeth? Like this? (Opens mouth) Aaauuuugh! SCP-5648 runs over to Matsumura. It begins to vibrate intensely upon inspecting his mouth. SCP-5648: Doctor Rockefeller! I'm always with teeth! The surrounding area suddenly changes to a room with yellow walls. Matsumura finds himself strapped to a chair, vocalizing distressed cries. SCP-5648 is now dressed in an outfit resembling that of a stereotypical dentist. Agent Matsumura: Please! Please just get this over with! SCP-5648 brandishes a comically large screwdriver. SCP-5648: The doctor is in! Matsumura screams. As SCP-5648 approaches, more flakes fall from its body, some into Matsumura's mouth as the entity hovers over his face. He gags. SCP-5648: There's a lot more where that came from! Matsumura headbutts SCP-5648, causing the entity to howl in pain and stumble backwards in an exaggerated manner. SCP-5648 falls over, and the surrounding environment takes its previous shape, that being Matsumura's bathroom. Now free from his restraints, Matsumura runs out of the bathroom, accidentally stepping on glass left from the shattered door and mirror. He flees from the house, screaming. [END LOG] Matsumura continued to drive aimlessly in his car for four hours before getting a phone call from Area-179's security director. She informed Matsumura that they had seen the footage from earlier, and were investigating SCP-5648. Presumably, the entity had demanifested itself shortly after Matsumura fled his house, causing its memetic field to fall, and for Foundation personnel to recognize the entity's anomalous significance. Matsumura drove to Area-179 and was promptly quarantined in a room surrounded by a security detail. After relaying his account of the day's events and viewing footage from earlier, documentation of SCP-5648 was written. Matsumura's quarantine lasted a full week. In that time, several other accounts of SCP-5648 targeting Foundation personnel emerged, allowing for a more holistic view of the anomaly's effects and behavioral patterns, which were noticeably similar to Matsumura's experiences. On 2012/07/02, Matsumura testified before the Overseer Council regarding his field work on SCP-████'s continuing advance. A transcript can be found below. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Matsumura: Unfortunately, our options are slim. I've consulted with the Analytics department and they produced the numbers. This could be the catalyst to a full-scale lifting of the Veil. O5-09: Fascinating. Begin the presentation. Agent Matsumura: As you wish, sir. The gear's outside, I can— O5-09: That won't be necessary. The guard will bring it in. A helmeted Foundation security officer enters the room, wheeling in a large projector and a laptop. Agent Matsumura: I'll just need a minute to set up. The guard leaves, and Matsumura inserts a drive into the laptop. A slideshow presentation appears on the large screen behind him, detailing numerous charts and graphs. Agent Matsumura: As I was saying, the numbers indicate that we're going to sacrifice at least twelve times as more— The projector shorts out. Agent Matsumura: Oh, my apologies, sir. The projector vibrates intensely before SCP-5648 launches itself out of its lens, manipulating its shape to full size. SCP-5648: And the doctor is out! O5-09: Administrator Rockefeller? Agent Matsumura: No! The presiding members of the O5 council stand at attention, recognizing SCP-5648's apparent authority. O5-02: Is there anything we can assist you with, sir? O5-04: It's not like you to come barging in like that. SCP-5648 forcibly pulls Matsumura's jaw open. Matsumura attempts to resist, but is powerless within SCP-5648's grip. SCP-5648: Always with teeth! SCP-5648 rips the top third incisor from Matsumura's mouth using its fingers. The entity places it within its own mouth, and nods rapidly. Matsumura screams as he falls to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth. SCP-5648 demanifests, disappearing from the room. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. This includes Secure Facilities, domestic life, and field locations where the victim is assigned. 2. SCP-5648 has identified itself as: Doctor, Senior Researcher, Overseer, and 'Grinch' 3. Including forgery, blackmail, and usage of Foundation systems and practices 4. Including SCiPnet credentials ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5648" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5648. 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: 53250235_767c56f97c_b.jpg Name: Crazy old man Author: Carl Johan License: CC-BY-2.0 Source Link: flickr Filename: Screenshot_2021-03-23 CC Search.png Name: Dentist sign Author: LHOON License: CC-BY-SA-2.0 Source Link: flickr |
SCP-5649 | esoteric-class | Item#: 5649 Level3 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: khonsu Disruption Class: keneq Disruption Class: {$edisruption-class} Risk Class: danger Risk Class: {$erisk-class} link to memo Photo of SCP-5649, taken by a Foundation image-capture probe on 10/22/15. Item-#: SCP-5649 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web-crawlers are to monitor the internet for mention(s) of an object matching the description of SCP-5649. Any evidence of SCP-5649's existence is to be erased, and amnestics given to astronomers attempting to research it. Description: SCP-5649 is a comet that appears in the solar system in approximately the same orbital path as Jupiter. SCP-5649 maintains a stable orbit around Jupiter, outside of demanifestation events.2 Recent scans by Foundation probes have shown that SCP-5649 is in fact a single object and that its mass does not reset with each reappearance. This means that SCP-5649 will melt completely sometime during its 2020-2023 rotation. During each reset, SCP-5649 will spontaneously vanish from its current position, and reappear opposite from Jupiter. The exact age of SCP-5649 is unknown, but chemical analysis of the recovered sample shows that it is at least 14,000 years old. Scans have also shown that SCP-5649 emits hyper-strands of Alpha radiation that reach 885139200 Kilometers long on average. As SCP-5649 gets older, the rate at which these are emitted increases exponentially.3 It is theorized that upon fully melting, SCP-5649 will let out a massive amount of these hyper-strands. If even one impacts earth, an area of at least 22.5km2will see a surge in radiation-related diseases comparable to a nuclear bombing unless safety measures are taken quickly. + Show Sample 5649-F-001 - Close Picture of sample 5649-F-001 taken by Project Head David Sanderson. Acquisition Report For Sample 5649-F-001: On 8/06/2017, a Foundation probe successfully broke off a piece of SCP-5649's outer shell. After collecting the sample, it was transferred to an automated materials shuttle and delivered to Lunar-Area-32. Transfer A32tS64—5649-F-001: Sample 5649-F-001 transferred from Area-32 to Site-64 as of 8/20/2017. Sample Description, Written by Project Head David Sanderson: Most of the sample is made of methane ice and a unique bismuth based-based compound, as previously shown by inspection of images from camera probes. On the outside face of the ice, there appears to be a layer of moss.4 Despite having minuscule exposure to sunlight and water, the moss was in perfect condition upon inspection. Several testing requests were made to learn more about the moss' durability but none were approved due to the small amount available. The sample is to be kept in radiological storage unit 44AB. Supplementary Incident Report 492847s83dS93m: On 5/██/2019, a heated argument between two junior researchers broke out, leading to full-on physical assault. The attacker (Jr Res Melinda Hauny) claimed that she had no intention of harming the victim, yet an Emerson-Smith pocket knife was found on her person when apprehended. Doctor Hauny has been temporarily relieved of employment and placed in psychological treatment facility H9. + Show Report SCP-5649-N - Close Document Addendum 5649-12: As of 0:00 GST on 1/1/2020, SCP-5649 has begun what will be its final orbit period. As of this addendum's writing, our predictions estimate the date of the anomaly's neutralization to be 3/18/21. Countdown-Addendum 5649-1: Date: 1/20/20. The mass of SCP-5649 has reached half of what it was exactly one year ago. Continuing to monitor. SCP-5649, 2 days before disappearance. Countdown-Addendum 5649-9: Date is 7/7/20. The mass of SCP-5649 is now half of what it was at the beginning of this year. Continuing to monitor. Request for a manned mission to study SCP-5649 was denied by Paraastrology director L. Wyrmwood. Countdown-Addendum 5649-12: Date is 11/1/20. The size of SCP-5649 is one-millionth that of Pluto's. The new estimate is 2/2/2021. Request for a manned mission once again denied by Director Wyrmwood. Automated Neutralization Order 5649a342es: Date and Time: 16:56 GST, 2/2/21. Neutralization Report filed for SCP-5649 by Project Head David Sanderson at 13:25 the same day. Report received and filed as ordered by Research Administrator Vincent Jenson. Radiation death-burst detected from object's last location. Stand by for further instructions. Incident 5649-ARiM: At 13:55 GST on 2/2/21, one of the last hyper-strands from SCP-5649's radioactive death-burst impacted somewhere in the town of Spencer, Iowa. Within 3 hours, 70% of the town's residents were displaying symptoms of acute radiation disorder. Over the following month, over 4,000 deaths were reported among them, with long-term effects guaranteed for at least the next 50 years. A lifted-veil situation was avoided by a joint effort between the United States Department of Homeland Security and MTF-Chi-2 "Becquerel's Bullies" to disregard the spontaneous radiation as a Broken Arrow Incident gone wrong.5 Note: This anomaly was neutralized on 13:21 GST, 2/2/21. Despite our best efforts, Foundation resources were not able to launch a single successful mission to conduct in-person research on the anomaly. Personnel with a clearance level of 3, stand by for further analysis. Level four personnel contact RAISA for further information. + Enter Level 4+ Credentials - Credentials Accepted Note from Paraastronomy Director Layla Wyrmwood's Journal: Oh another thing about 5649. My working theory is that the already radioactive bismuth had been amplified by trace amounts of countless elements. The moss may have been a microflora that adapted over thousands of years into what it is now: perfectly suited to the conditions it faced. What I can't figure out is how it (the microflora) got there in the first place. I'm counting the reset-loop as a lost cause. We missed our chance at figuring out what's causing it, and the moss isn't talking. If only radiation worked as it does in movies… Dr. Sanderson seems to be upset about the whole situation and has taken to blaming me for our lack of direct research. He doesn't seem to get that a manned research mission would take lots of time and money. The two things our department doesn't have enough of. Footnotes 1. The item is expected to be neutralized shortly by uncontrollable circumstances, making research a high priority. 2. Wherein SCP-5649 will vanish and reappear on the opposite side of Jupiter — along an identical orbital path — at 1200 GST on the first of January. The speed of orbit is theorized to be twice that of Jupiter's. 3. f(t)=10,000,000(5.0)t, where t represents days since discovery. 4. Non-Bryophyta, Specific species non-native to Earth. 5. Mobile Task Force Chi-2 is dispatched when civilian areas have been affected by extreme radiological hazards. Where MTF-Beta-7 Is mainly military operations, Chi-2 deals strictly with cleanup and public health. |
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Item #: SCP-5650 Special Containment Procedures: Five kilograms of salmon are to be delivered to the Department of Tactical Mathematics (DTM) at Site-155 every month for research into SCP-5650. After experimentation and taste-testing, all instances of salmon are to be incinerated. Academic developments concerning the Banach-Tarski theorem1 are to be monitored and guided in order to conceal the existence of SCP-5650. Description: SCP-5650 is a physical implementation of the Banach-Tarski theorem, primarily involving several methods of cutting salmon (Salmo salar). When a whole salmon is cut in specific ways, its pieces can be rearranged to produce other salmon of varying sizes2. SCP-5650 is detailed in the book 'Angles of Salmon', purportedly written by a 'Terenz Tau'. Said book focuses on enhancing salmon-based cuisine via exotic mathematical concepts. The Foundation's main interest in SCP-5650 lies in the fact that its methods could cause secondary anomalous effects when they are modified using derivative models and equations of the theorem. There is a large potential in researching them, especially for enhancing material production and resource management. Using advanced computational algorithms and precise cutting equipment, other derivative methods have been determined and performed. The notable effects of these derivative methods are listed below, along with the number of cuts needed for causing them. Date: 05/05/2020 No. of Cuts: 625 Effect: Five salmon similarly-sized to the original are produced. Note: Under my supervision, the DTM hopes to prove that mathematical laws can be manipulated to serve the Foundation's goals, focusing on their predictability and rigidity. For now, we will focus on enlarging and contorting the salmon. - O5-5 Isagani Morales. Date: 05/06/2025 No. of Cuts: 13165 Effect: 25 pieces of salmon are produced; they have an average size that is 450 percent greater than the original sample, while they decompose 65 percent slower than expected. However, these are safe for consumption, though the flavor is stated to be too bland. Date: 06/15/2030 No. of Cuts: 1025 Effect: With no noticeable effects, 15 salmon were produced. Taste-testing using D-Class personnel reveals favorable taste. However, most of the D-Class personnel fell ill five minutes later, with them vomiting and suffering from diarrhea; Analysis of the remaining salmon reveals that these had an average of 135 grams of Salmonella enterica inside them, despite earlier measurements showing only around five grams. Measurement systems are rechecked, with them showing larger margins of error. DTM NOTICE In light of the last experiment, research into SCP-5650 is to be conducted inside an enhanced adaptive containment chamber, with conceptual safeguards. Testing is to now focus on derivative methods that have large potential for resolving or altering concept-based anomalies to the Foundation's benefit. -O5-5 Isagani Morales Date: 06/15/2035 No. of Cuts: 15625 Effect: Five salmon with the same size as the original are produced. These possess several topological3 anomalies, which have principles deemed to be practical for enhancing adaptive containment chambers. Analysis of these anomalies with consideration to the Banach-Salmon theorem has revealed several means of producing more derivative methods. Meanwhile, mathematical models using the principles of set theory4 have been incorrectly performing, despite proofs showing that they should do so. Date: 05/10/2040 No. of Cuts: 5555 Effect: The arrangement and nature of the 625 salmon produced indicate alleviation of problems related to set theory, indicating that methods can be used to counter damage to baseline mathematics. Further testing is approved. Date: 06/25/2045 No. of Cuts: 5005 Effect: Analysis of the 55 salmon produced results in the creation of a complete salmon-derived counterexample to the Salmon-Salmon theorem. In response to this, the DTM has produced a corresponding model to apply this counterexample for furthering baseline mathematics to go 'upstream'5. Meanwhile, testing is to continue in order to reverse conceptual damage via the use of new theorems, under the DTM's belief of mathematical rigidity6. Date: 06/15/2050 No. of Cuts: 5055 Effect: The 55 salmon produced can be seen as minimal counterexamples to the Salmon-Tarski theorem. Sensors reported fluctuating readings of salmon floating around inside the containment chamber; upon testing, these did not adhere to the Salmon-Tarski theorem, and taste-testing elicited varying opinions. Later on, these salmon indicate that baseline mathematics and reality are moving 'upstream'. Class-A DTM protocols are to now be initiated. Further testing is required to test and manipulate this result. Date: 03/20/2055 No. of Cuts: 5 Effect: Theorems produced afterwards violently push upstream, causing other theorems and mathematical concepts to be crushed7. Footnotes 1. This shows that one mathematically-defined sphere can be divided into two or more similarly-sized versions of itself. 2. These methods are not applicable to salmon that have been already cut into pieces; the limits of what constitutes a 'whole' salmon, however, is still being investigated. 3. Relating to geometrical properties that are noticed under continuous deformation, such as twisting and bending. 4. The basis of the Banach-Salmon theorem 5. More predictable but can still be easily manipulated. 6. Concepts can be easily studied and reconstructed from the present state using predictable mathematical laws. 7. Suspected to be due to physical violations of set theory reaching breaking point. |
SCP-5651 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-5651 Special Containment Procedures: Undercover personnel within various national and international space programs are to plant the file Binary_Star.aic in both the hardware of the control centers and components of all launched projects. Interstellar Foundation projects are forbidden to enter the Omicron-5651 sector. Foundation AI Binary Star will intercept and save all data about SCP-5651 in the Foundation database and summarily delete it from non-Foundation records. SCP-5651-1 is currently contained within SCP-5651. Foundation staff are to be alerted when changes in the shape of SCP-5651 or the behavior of SCP-5651-1 are observed. SCP-5651 Description: SCP-5651 is a bronze-coloured planet with a partially ruptured crust, orbiting the only star within its vicinity. There are no other celestial bodies, nebula, or spatial phenomena near SCP-5651 in a radius of circa 30,7 megaparsec.2 This supervoid3, centered around SCP-5651 has been designated Omicron-5651 in official records. SCP-5651 currently serves as what is assumed to be a prison for SCP-5651-1. How SCP-5651-1 was originally contained is yet unknown, as is the identity of the responsible party. It has been hypothesized that SCP-5651 was displaced from its original orbit for this explicit purpose. SCP-5651-1 is an entity of unknown origin that is partially melted into the core of SCP-5651 and remains visible through the fissures throughout the crust. It has displayed the capability to manipulate gravitational forces and to survive under extreme conditions.4 The crust of SCP-5651 can be seen moving due to the gravitational forces it is subjected to when SCP-5651-1 actively tries to leave its current condition. As a result of the high temperature in the core, SCP-5651-1 glows orange to bright yellow depending on its movements. Analyses of its silhouette, combined with magnified images, have shown that SCP-5651-1 has the form of a severely underweight humanoid with six limbs; two legs and four arms. SCP-5651-1 possesses four eye sockets that emanate bright, white light that can be seen as it attempts to move. Its dorsal openly shows its vertebrae where an unidentified crystal ore grows out of. Obtaining a crystal could aid in determining the age of both the anomaly and the entity from its length, composition, and trapped ashes and sedimentary rocks. An asteroid and debris moving towards Omicron-5651 after a chain collision. Discovery: On 25 February 1955, the Foundation launched probes from the Beholder line into space to detect and study extraterrestrial anomalies. On 3 February 1984, Beholder-11 observed a sector with a lack of spatial objects where theoretically a new supercluster should have begun.5 The probe's course was altered to observe this phenomenon more closely. On 7 May 2017, Beholder-11 arrived at the border of Omicron-5651, indicated by asteroids outside the border slowly floating towards SCP-5651. After scanning the surroundings, SCP-5651 was discovered. For three days, asteroids that collided and entered Omicron-5651 were observed to be attracted to the fissured side of SCP-5651. The concealed silhouette of an entity, later designated SCP-5651-1, was observed beneath the crust. Further observation discovered scratches and other damage inflicted on the inner rock layer. Addendum-1: On May 11th 2017, Beholder-11 entered the Omicron-5651 sector after a chain collision displaced the asteroid it was stationed on. After this, SCP-5651-1 was observed partially emerging from within SCP-5651. Logs of the event are below. Foreword: Dr. Martha Stills and Dr. Caroline Steynburg were the assigned researchers to the Beholder-11 probe. Dr. Steynburg attended a meeting with Site Director Mathias Reimagg. <Begin Log> A siren is ringing for 2 minutes. Dr. Steynburg: So, mind filling me in on the annoying ringing? I already got a headache from Reimagg and this is splitting my head in two. Dr. Stills: Looks like someone needs a nicotine kick. Anyway, I'm doing a system check. Probably some stupid debris that floated into some scanner again. Dr. Steynburg: Well, the siren still hasn't stopped. Any damages on the probe? Dr. Stills: Everything is operational and the battery is on 78%. We are floating but the landing gear is not yet retracted. Dr. Steynburg: How are we floating? We were perfectly stationed on an asteroid. Dr. Stills: Another one of those stupid chain collisions. These bloody stones were back at it again. I opted for a scan and getting back to the nearest asteroid to land. Debris can be seen on the monitor via an awkward angle. Dr. Steynburg sits down. Dr. Steynburg: Ok, we are rotating a bit. Can you give me our coordinates? Dr. Stills: Let me check, they are- Uh, wait, I think I found the problem. Dr. Steynburg: Get this thing flipped off already then! Dr. Stills manages to mute the siren after entering several commands in the control system. Red light keeps flickering in the control room. Dr. Stills: Sigh. At least the noise is gone now. Dr. Steynburg: What was the problem? Dr. Stills: We- Uh… We are in Omicron-5651. Dr. Steynburg: Sigh. Damn, this is going to be so much paperwork. Hey, watch out! Several asteroids headed towards SCP-5651 nearly miss the Beholder-11 probe. Dr. Stills: We are also attracted to the planet. I'm going to maneuver the probe so we can get a visual on the anomaly. Dr. Steynburg: I'm going to retract the landing gear then. We also definitely need to make some more scans on this. Perhaps SCP-5651-1 repositioned itself again. Dr. Stills: Yeah, it seems to have moved but I'm not seeing some parts of its silhou- A heavy rupturing sound can be heard followed by heavy breathing. Dr. Steynburg: What was that? Dr. Stills: I don't kn- An arm from SCP-5651-1 reaches through some fissures, making the crust of SCP-5651 rupture even further. Magma falls back upon the surface and creates black clouds. More asteroids are attracted. Dr. Steynburg: Holy shit, that is just an arm? It's longer than the diameter of the planet. Dr. Stills: Wait, that thing is being compressed to this extent? How big would that make its real size? Dr. Steynburg zooms in on charred black skin with tendons and bones visible on some parts. Dr. Stills: I don't even know which degree of burn wound that is. Can you focus on its hand? I couldn't make out if it is a claw or not. Dr. Steynburg: Aside from obvious deformity, that looks clawlike to me, but that definitely isn't keratine-based. Probably made from the same crystal that grows on its spine. SCP-5651-1 opens its palm. Beholder-11 loses connection a few times due to extreme gravitational force on its systems. Dr. Steynburg: Hey, any chance the scanners know what's up? Dr. Stills: Our velocity- No, our acceleration just keeps exponentially increasing. It's effectively hauling us in. Dr. Steynburg: Seems like we finally found out why Omicron-5651 is empty and a reason to lock this thing up. It makes me wonder even more about what would happen should it break free. Dr. Stills: Hmm. It makes me more curious about what it originally looked like and what was able to contain this thing in the first place. <End Log> Closing Statement: Beholder-11 has been deemed unrecoverable and now focuses on getting as many visuals and data on SCP-5651-1 as possible. The area SCP-5651-1 can affect keeps extending as the crust of SCP-5651 falls apart. Research into the origins of SCP-5651-1 and its containments is ongoing. Changes in gravitational force on celestial bodies must be observed with the utmost attention. You have one (1) new message. Close Message. NOTICE TO ALL PERSONNEL A new fissure has been formed on the surface of SCP-5651. Due to an unexpected increase in gravitational force, the Milky Way Galaxy has begun to drift towards Omicron-5651. Please report to your respective station. — Site Director Mathias Reimagg Footnotes 1. Anomaly is in a continuous state of unpreventable destruction, decay, escape, or another process that will result in either neutralization, indefinite breach, or both. 2. Circa 100,000,000 light-years. Half the length of an average supercluster. 3. Commonly known as a "cold region" because of the absence of cosmic microwave background radiation (CMBR) in measurements. 4. Most notably temperatures ranging from 6000 to 7000 °C, and pressure between 4.2 and 4.5 million atm depending on its movement. 5. 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SCP-5652 | euclid | Cremo You can check out more of my works here: cremo Item#: 5652 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5652 is to be contained in a petri dish filled with water at Site-228's aquatic wing. For feeding purposes, an archaeon (provided by the biological research facility) is to be placed into SCP-5652's petri dish daily. Description: SCP-5652 is a microscopic entity resembling an adult female hammerhead shark1 with an approximate 4 μm body length. Its intelligence appears to be higher than an average non-anomalous member of its species. SCP-5652's primary diet is composed of various microorganisms but it notably prefers bacteria and archaea. SCP-5652 was discovered in Budapest within the bloodstream of Joseph Hemér, a local architect. Hemér recently arrived in Budapest from a Caribbean business trip2 when he reportedly started to feel mild pain/discomfort in his cardiovascular system. Later during a medical examination, SCP-5652 was discovered and retrieved by the embedded Foundation agents, but the pain was still present. Two days after SCP-5652's discovery, the source of the pain was found. 10 heavily damaged humanoid automatons of similar sizes to SCP-5652 were discovered embedded in the walls of Hemér's blood vessels. The automatons are noted to have disproportionally large hands. Further research revealed that the automatons were remote-controlled and a small symbol depicting a modified version of the Foundation's sigil was found printed on the chest of each automaton. Footnotes 1. Sphyrna mokarran 2. The presumed location of the contact with SCP-5652. Research ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5652" by Cremo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5652. 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-5653 | keter | Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/5653 LEVEL 2/5653 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5653 Keter Drone still. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: A squad of Vatican Relic Recovery Office Guardsmen are stationed as a permanent guard around all entrances to the Vatican Necropolis & Undercrypts with orders to shoot to kill. A fireteam from MTF Zeta-9 "Mole Rats" are available on-call for emergency expeditions into the ruins. DESCRIPTION: SCP-5653 is a hostile semi-humanoid entity contained in the Vatican Undercrypts, located beneath the Vatican Necropolis. SCP-5653 resembles a highly deformed male human of Italian descent fused with a female of Middle-Eastern descent. Little concrete biological information is known about the entity, due to the difficulty in acquiring samples, but it is believed to have some sort of relationship with the late Cardinal Greco and the Holy See itself. Addendum 5653.1 INTERVIEWS ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ INTERVIEWER: Agent Abramo Ricci SUBJECT: Cardinal Ettore Greco «BEGIN LOG» GRECO: Hello, Agent. RICCI: Cardinal. How are you? GRECO: Worried, my child. And how are you? RICCI: Fine. Worried about? GRECO: What you've come here to discuss. Please, take a seat. RICCI: Right. What can we help you with? GRECO: We've always been ardent financial supporters of the Foundation, yes? RICCI: Please, Cardinal. Let's cut to the chase. What's wrong? GRECO: There is… something in the crypts. RICCI: What? GRECO: … Have you visited the Vatican before, my son? RICCI: Once, as a child. With my mother. GRECO: Did you visit the baldachin? RICCI: Of course. GRECO: Then I regret to be the one to inform you that it is a monument to a grave that no longer exists. RICCI: … I don't understand. St. Peter's tomb? What happened to it? GRECO: The Holy See has endeavored to make sure that the public at large is unaware of certain facts. Not unlike how your Foundation maintains the Veil. RICCI: Okay. GRECO: The Basilica sits on top of a complex network of catacombs and tunnels that date back to the 3rd century AD. Most people are aware of the Vatican Necropolis — but very few know how large, complex, and far-reaching the tunnels are. Even fewer are aware of the fact that they contain the remains of most Popes, as well as most historic figures of the Church. Including the Apostles. RICCI: That's impossible. You've confirmed that the remains of the apostles are in other churches. GRECO: Yes, we've confirmed. Bigger lies have been fed to the world, Agent. RICCI: … Point taken. Why, though? What do you gain from hiding this? GRECO: At first it was simply that it was safer to have them all in a central location, back when those who controlled the relics controlled the interpretation. Now… it would be a matter of admitting to centuries of falsehoods and deception. It would be catastrophic to the church. RICCI: Christ- sorry. Okay, why are you telling me this? GRECO: This is… a delicate matter, Agent. A sensitive matter. RICCI: If it's so sensitive, why aren't you handling it in-house? The Vatican Relic Recovery Office is a capable group, we've seen that firsthand. GRECO: We did, at first. We sent down two armed teams to assess any further damage and find who or what ever caused it. RICCI: What did they find? GRECO: They have not been heard from in thirty-four hours. These catacombs are centuries old, unmapped and unstable. Anything could have happened. We fear the worst. RICCI: Why not the Horizon Initiative, then? They hang on to your every command. A third of them anyway. GRECO: They would be far less willing to obey should they learn their cache of holy artifacts are neither holy nor artifacts. RICCI: … I see. And I suppose you would like for us to go in and succeed… since we can't tell anyone about the graves. But you still haven't told me what exactly we're dealing with here. GRECO: We… do not know. We know that this is a relatively recent development - we have keepers regularly clean and maintain the crypts, and they have not reported anything until recently. RICCI: Well, what did they report? GRECO: They discovered that… one of the sepulchers had been unsealed. The sarcophagus forced open. The remains… desecrated. RICCI: Desecrated how? GRECO: The bones had been damaged. Shattered and broken in parts. We believe that… they were bitten with great force. RICCI: Bitten? Whose bones? GRECO: Yes. The sepulcher was believed to contain… Saint Bartholomew. RICCI: … Oh Christ. Er, my apologies. GRECO: Now you see why this is such a sensitive matter. Are you able to assist us? RICCI: I'll have to talk to my superiors, Cardinal. But you'll have an answer soon. GRECO: Do not misunderstand me, Agent. His Holiness and the College are acutely aware that this is a mess of our own making. We come to you asking for your assistance and calling upon your experience and most importantly, upon your discretion. Go in peace. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5653.2 EXPLORATION ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ PREFACE: A video-equipped armed drone deployed into the Vatican Necropolis. «BEGIN LOG» Drone is in the entrance to the deeper necropolis, a cramped stone space covered in archaelogical equipment and floodlights. The walls are covered in reliefs and engravings, but have been highly damaged from exposure. The drone turns and moves into the main tunnel, where there are no floodlights. External lights activate, revealing a stone corridor with rib vaulted ceiling, built in a pseudo-Gothic style. Tunnel continues for several minutes before smaller doorways appear, set into the sides of the tunnel at staggered intervals. Drone manuevers through one such doorway, into a sepulcher. The sepulcher is largely bare aside from stone, dirt, and dust. A stone sarcophagus is on a dais, with a series of candles arranged around it. No candles are lit. The foot of the dais is surrounded with small gold coins and items, likely relics. The lid of the sarcophagus has been damaged at various points and the upper half has simply been thrown to the floor to shatter. Drone camera zooms in. A number of split and cracked bones are visible inside. Cardinal Greco confirms that this is the tomb of Saint Philip. Operator notes several indents in the stone wall, set in arcing groups of three, similar to claw marks. Nothing else is noted, and the drone returns through the doorway, into the hallway. It moves into another of the doorways, but finds itself in an entirely different chamber. There is no doorway behind it when inspected. Operator confirms inconsistent topography. Chamber is roughly hexagonal, 2m in height, and covered in loose debris. A vaulted ceiling leads to a small shaft, presumably for ventilation. Additional floodlights activate, bathing the chamber in light. A cluster of blankets and fabrics is spotted in the corner, and the drone moves in to investigate. A number of dirty blankets and linens are wrapped around to form a small nest. Infrared sensors indicate they are of slightly higher temperature than the surroundings, possibly indicating recent use. Small, snapped bones are littered around the edges of the nest. Camera zooms in. A small crucifix and a box of communion wafers sit on a flattened stone nearby. Several crumpled polaroid photographs are visible in the folds of the blankets. Most are too degraded and weathered for their contents to be discerned, but one depicts the Pope and an individual reminiscent of Cardinal Greco. He displays surprise at this. Mics pick up a noise and the drone rapidly rotates while a nonlethal projectile weapon unfolds from its body. Another passageway, previously unnoticed or not present, is set in a wall. Mics confirm the noise originated from this hallway, but visibility is limited. The drone focuses its lights forward and slowly advances into the hallway. The walls of the hallways are rough and knobbled - closer inspection reveals they are made up of tightly stacked bones, sealed with a brown substance. The low ceiling is made of the same brown substance. A noise ahead of the drone causes it to activate all lights. A streak of dark liquid is splattered across the wall, the bones near it smashed and damaged. A rapid onboard chemical analysis of a sample confirms it to be dried human blood with a BAC1 of 0.6%, but not matching that of any of the missing team members. Continuing forward, a streak of blood on the floor extends for about 7 meters, culminating in the severed torso of a man dressed in black body armor. His arms are extended outward - it is deemed likely he died using his hands to drag himself away. He is flipped onto his back, and Cardinal Greco confirms his identity as Guardsman Vittori, an agent in the service of the Vatican Relic Recovery Office. His armor is heavily damaged, and a large chunk has been taken out of his shoulder. Rigor and livor mortis have set in, but purge fluid has not been forced out of the nose and mouth, indicating he died only several hours ago. A blood sample is taken - this sample has a negligible BAC and matches the DNA sample of Guardsman Vittori on-file. The passageway the drone came through has been replaced with a wall of tightly-packed bones and skulls, and the continuing path has grown increasingly narrow and stone-like. All lights are turned on, and the drone prepares to continue forward. A deformed shadow is seen from behind the drone and it spins rapidly, unfolding and firing a small rubber bullet cannon. Its overhead lights are smashed. Mics capture a loud roar, and structural damage signals begin to come in. 2 seconds later, telemetry stops being received, indicating the drone has been destroyed. «END LOG» AFTERWORD: While the blood sample itself was lost, the analysis of the sample retrieved by the drone was run against the staff registry of the Vatican Relic Recovery Office and all databases of the Corps of Gendarmerie of Vatican City. A match was found against Paulo Cibin, a 26-year-old former altar server in the employ of the Holy See, who had disappeared several months prior. Cardinal Greco could not give an adequate explanation as to the presence of a photo of him in the supposedly-abandoned Necropolis. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5653.3 EXPLORATION II ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ MTF ZETA-9 "MOLE RATS" FIRETEAM ELEVEN Z9-ALPHA - G. ESPOSITO Z9-BETA - M. ROSSI Z9-GAMMA - C. CAPUTO «BEGIN LOG» ALPHA: Sound off. Alpha. BETA: Beta. GAMMA: Gamma. Clear. ALPHA: Move in, arrow formation. Drop a marker. Safeties off. [Z9-GAMMA cracks a glow stick and attaches it to the wall. All members raise their weapons and proceed into the main tunnel with ALPHA at the front. At occasion, rumbling noises are heard from deeper in. ALPHA signals to maintain radio silence unless necessary.] [Fireteam arrives at tunnel with doorways into the sepulchers. Looking through without entering, they mark which sepulchers have been breached and which figure they are associated with - of 12 sepulchers, 8 have been tampered with to some degree, and one is entirely empty. Team continues down main hallway, arriving at another doorway. Through it, a shadow of a kneeling figure is visible against the wall. Upon registering the weapon-mounted flashlights, it hurriedly retreats into the darkness, letting out a hiss.] Camera still. [Team moves in through the doorway, but find themself in a completely different chamber, similar to the one the drone exited into though considerably smaller. Instead of debris, a number of grimy vestments cover the ground in heaps. Several are stained with a dark liquid, possibly wine or blood. GAMMA expresses confusion and collects samples.] [BETA notices a heap of bloodied vestments and investigates, discovering a body underneath. A young white man dressed in the garments of a priest, exsanguinated and covered in small bite marks. Several silken robes are stuffed into his mouth and his genitalia have been violently removed, indicating a death by suffocation or blood loss. ALPHA expresses disgust and instructs GAMMA to take samples.] [A noise is heard from behind BETA, who spins around, her gun raised. Where there was previously a solid stone wall is now a shattered hole, leading into a side chamber. Team progresses through, into what appears to be a natural cave system, low and wide. Water steadily drips down from the ceiling. Up ahead, two eyes are visible in the darkness.] Camera still. [BETA fires her weapon, resulting in a pained screeching that echoes through the system. A deformed figure, SCP-5653, rushes across the team's line of sight into a forked side tunnel. Team pursues, noting a greyish liquid dripping onto the floor, marking the SCP-5653's path. They turn a corner and hit a dead end, turning around into a tunnel heading downward into the earth.] [Team travels down this tunnel before coming across another cluster of blankets and linens reminiscent to the nest found by the drone. A fist-sized bone, roughly carved into a cross, sits next to the nest. Small polaroid photos are littered in the nest, but the faces of all figures therein have been roughly removed, rendering identification impossible. Fecal matter is smeared on the wall near the nest. Team continues forward into the narrowing passage.] [Passage opens up into a longer antechamber of brick and stone. One wall is dominated by a large mosaic; a rendition of DaVinci's The Last Supper, but the faces of the apostles have been crudely painted over with the faces of other individuals, apparently from the polaroid photos previously discovered. All are unknown, save for that of Judas Iscariot, which has been replaced with a headshot of a considerably younger Cardinal Greco. Jesus of Nazareth's face is entirely obscured by a smear of the same gray liquid dripping from SCP-5653's body.] [A moaning is audible from the corner of the antechamber. Team turns toward it, flashlights focusing on a body in the corner. SCP-5653 is curled in the corner in a pool of its own blood, finally fully visible. It resembles two different figures joined at the legs and chest, resulting in four arms and three legs. One figure is a Middle-Eastern woman of about 60, and the other is a young white man bearing a strong resemblance to Paulo Cibin, albeit highly disfigured. The entity's arms end in long, rough claws and it is covered in fleshy, tumourous growths. It appears to be dead.] [As the team watches, the wall behind it gradually slides and bends apart, forming a new passageway into a massive chamber, far bigger than any previously encountered. At minimum, it is 60m in length and 15m high. The center is dominated by a large bonfire that reflects off the wet cave walls. Surrounding this bonfire are the bodies of the Vatican Relic Recovery Office team, a number of priests, and several altar servers. Surrounding the bodies are a number of figures highly reminiscent of SCP-5653, at least two to three dozen. They appear to be feasting on the corpses. With a screech, one notices the presence of the team and all gradually turn towards them.] [A second passes.] ALPHA: Command, instituting Plan Black immediately. Goodbye. [ALPHA, BETA, and GAMMA simultaneously arm and remove their strapped explosive vests, throwing them, along with their body cameras, forward into the path of the SCP-5653 entities. Cameras go dead.] «END LOG» AFTERWORD: A large explosion was sensed by seismographers under the Basilica moments after the feed shut down. The immediate area was evacuated under the cover story of excavation revealing a natural gas pocket, and permanent guard placed around all entrances to the Vatican Necropolis. After a week, no further activity was recorded. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5653.4 INTERVIEW II ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ INTERVIEWER: Agent Abramo Ricci SUBJECT: Cardinal Ettore Greco «BEGIN LOG» RICCI: Cardinal. GRECO: Agent… we have encountered no more troubles in the Necropolis after your intervention. I must thank you. RICCI: The people you should be thanking are dead. GRECO: Yes. We regret their sacrifice, but it was not in vain. Rest assured, they will be honored with full rites, even if their bodies are not recoverable. RICCI: Cold comfort, Cardinal. Why didn't you tell us that there were more dead down there? Why did you hide this? GRECO: We are an organization centuries old, Agent. We have our secrets too, and sometimes they must stay buried. God guides us as he does you. RICCI: You really believe that? GRECO: Why, of course. He shepherds us on our course through life, and all journeys must end… it is unfortunate that your people's journeys ended here, but nothing happens without a purpose. RICCI: God is just, right? GRECO: God is just. «END LOG» AFTERWORD: Cardinal Greco was found dead in his quarters twelve days after this interview with a BAC of 0.7%. Cause of death was deemed to be alcohol poisoning, and Vatican officials quickly suppressed the story. However, contacts inside the Vatican Relic Recovery Office claimed that the autopsy report had been falsified; while the BAC was factual, the cause of death was suffocation from a combination of silk robes forcibly stuffed into the throat and a tightened clerical collar. Photographs of the face appear mid-scream. No other incidents have been reported in the Vatican Necropolis. ▷CLOSE◁ Footnotes 1. Blood Alcohol Content ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5653" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5653. 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-5654 | ticonderoga | Item #: SCP-5654 Special Containment Procedures: The O5 Council and the Ethics Committee have deemed SCP-5654 unsuitable for containment. Foundation neurological experts are working with agents embedded within global medical establishments to isolate instances of SCP-5654 for minimal exposure. Description: SCP-5654 is an anomalous hallucinatory phenomenon affecting those who suffer various memory-based cognitive disorders. Individuals affected by SCP-5654 are diagnosed with disorders including, but not limited to, Alzheimer's disease, Huntington's disease, Parkinson's disease, chronic and emotional stress, or Korsakoff's syndrome. SCP-5654 typically affects subjects residing in establishments where regular social interactions are minimal, most commonly manifesting in assisted living facilities or medical establishments. Once affected by SCP-5654, subjects will begin to hallucinate a performing vocalist, the form of which appears to change depending on the subject's age and era of birth. As of 23/12/2021, the most commonly reported form of this phenomenon is that of a singer referred to by subjects as "Mr. Benny". Cognitomole testing of affected subjects has revealed that SCP-5654 is a human male wearing a white turtleneck sweater, dress pants, and polished black shoes. The colour of its skin and the language in which it speaks and sings is noted to change depending on the subject's nationality and personal preference. When the hallucination begins, subjects will perceive SCP-5654 across from them, usually in an elevated position, speaking directly to them through a microphone, and will state that the song is "dedicated to [them]". SCP-5654 will then perform a song to the affected subject. The song performed is an original composition that typically references meaningful moments in the affected subject's life. SCP-5654 will then thank the subject, and, should seating be available in the environment, sit across from them, and will begin to engage in conversation. SCP-5654 has demonstrated telepathic capabilities when conversing with subjects incapable of speech. When enough information has been gathered, SCP-5654 will then attempt to verbally inspire the subject, urging them to "fight one last battle before [their] curtain call", and the hallucination will end. Following this, subjects become lucid for enough time to complete a small personal task. It is noted that memories of SCP-5654's performance show an anomalous resistance to memory degradation; subjects will recall the song for the rest of their life. Addendum 5654-1: Compiled below are completed notable event logs of subjects affected by SCP-5654. Further logs are available upon request. EVENT 5654-12 TIME EVENT 15:46 - 15:57 Mrs. Carmen Hawkings, known for aggressive outbursts as a result of her condition, becomes docile for roughly eleven minutes, cheering and clapping to an unheard song. Assisted living facility staff note the change in behaviour. 16:26 Mrs. Hawkings dresses in concealing attire and follows a leaving family out of the assisted living facility, successfully escaping. 16:34 Mrs. Hawkings successfully boards a bus and travels to her family's home suburb of ██████, Ohio, travelling 64 kilometers. 17:04 Mrs. Hawkings is discovered by her daughter Lucille in her backyard, sitting with and petting the family's pet cocker spaniel, that had formerly belonged to Mrs. Hawkings. She notices Lucille, and begins to converse with her. Lucille begins to cry, and embraces her mother. 18:35 Lucille transports her mother back to the assisted living facility. Additional Notes: It should be noted that assisted living facility staff and the family doctor both observed improvement in Mrs. Hawkings' behaviour following the event. Occasionally, she could be found playing the piano in the social room of the facility for the other residents. EVENT 5654-21 TIME EVENT 10:39 - 10:59 Mr. Giovanni Ferrarini, having been in a coma for 8 months prior to the event, regains consciousness in the intensive care ward of ██████ Medical Centre, Italy. Mr. Ferrarini is unresponsive to medical staff's attempts to interact. Staff note Mr. Ferrarini smiling. 11:31 - 11:46 Mr. Ferrarini, during absence of medical staff, rises from his bed and walks towards his hospital room's bathroom sink with a porceline cup, and fills it with water. Mr. Ferrarini then walks towards a dying garden fern gifted to him by his family before his hospitalisation, and waters it. Mr. Ferrarini repeats this activity for fifteen minutes. 11:47 Mr. Ferrarini finishes watering his plant, then lies down on his bed, smiling. 17:04 Mr. Ferrarini utters his final words; "I have won, Giuseppe." 17:10 Mr. Ferrarini passes away. EVENT 5654-01 TIME EVENT 12:19 - 12:28 Mrs. Deirdre Bishop is visited by her son, James, at an assisted living facility. Mrs. Bishop remains anxious throughout the conversation. After five minutes, she calms down, but is absent to James' attempts to converse. 13:08 James begins to leave the assisted living facility in frustration, having failed many attempts to converse with Mrs. Bishop. Before he can leave, Mrs. Bishop rises, and grabs his arm, stopping him. Mrs. Bishop embraces her son. 13:09 James begins to cry as he holds Mrs. Bishop. 13:54 James leaves the assisted living facility. 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SCP-5655 | safe | by AnActualCrow SCP-5655 during Incident 5655.1. Image was taken from Researcher Alami's body camera. Item #: SCP-5655 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5655 is to remain closed and contained in a small storage container at Site-08. Use of SCP-5655 outside of testing is prohibited. Description: SCP-5655 is an empty can of Spam which, when shaken or turned over, will manifest SCP-5655-1. SCP-5655-1 is a 7.5cm translucent red humanoid with reality-bending capabilities. When given a request beginning with the words "I wish", SCP-5655-1 will alter reality in an attempt to fulfill the request. However, SCP-5655-1's limited reality-altering capabilities will often result in requests being only loosely fulfilled. Addendum: A series of tests were conducted to determine SCP-5655-1's ability to fulfill requests involving physical, abstract, and philosophical elements. Wish: I wish for an orange ball. Result: A tangerine with a bite taken out of it. Additional Notes: Junior Researcher Dinns reported part of his lunch spontaneously disappearing at the time of this test. Wish: I wish for a heavy stone. Result: A 2.2kg stone. Additional Notes: Stone manifested above SCP-5655-1's upstretched arms, crushing it. Wish: I wish for something strong. Result: SCP-5655-1 lifted the stone from the previous test above its head, set the stone down, then pointed at itself. Wish: I wish for a million dollars. Result: A stack of bills worth one million dollars (LRD1). Wish: A method of containing SCP-5655-1. Result: SCP-5655-1 climbed into SCP-5655 and closed the lid. Wish: I wish for a way to more effectively limit the influence of opposing Groups of Interest. Result: A Molotov cocktail and a lighter. Additional Notes: Objects were removed when SCP-5655-1 began demonstrating how to use them. Wish: I wish for another SCP-5655-1. Result: A piece of paper with a crude colored-pencil drawing of SCP-5655-1. Wish: I wish for the beauty of a sunset. Result: A piece of paper with a crude colored-pencil drawing of a sunset. Additional Notes: "I tried my hardest" was written on the back in pencil. Wish: I wish for the key to eternal happiness. Result: A used copy of Kerplunk with "It's pretty fun" written on the box in sharpie. Wish: I wish for a better key to eternal happiness. Result: Multiple shrunken philosophy books and a miniature armchair appeared around SCP-5655-1. SCP-5655-1 read for 3 months, during which it did not respond to requests. Following the 3 month period, SCP-5655-1 manifested an unopened copy of Kerplunk. Wish: I wish to bring back the dead. Result: A flash drive containing multiple audio files of Ska music. Additional Notes: All songs are original compositions attributed to "Gene E". Wish: I wish for unlimited power. Result: An 8-pack of rechargeable AA batteries. Wish: I wish for a way to balance the Foundation's budget. Result: See Incident 5655.1. Incident 5655.1 < BEGIN LOG > Researcher Alami: I wish for a way to balance the Foundation's budget. (SCP-5655-1 rubs its chin and paces back and forth for several seconds.) SCP-5655-1: To be perfectly honest Ms. Alami, I don't think I can grant your wish. Researcher Alami: You can talk?! SCP-5655-1: Why are you surprised? This is the least impressive thing you've seen me do. Researcher Alami: I just… never mind. Why can't you grant my wish? SCP-5655-1: It's a matter of safety. I don't know if you're aware of this, but your reality is dangerously unstable. As a consequence, my job is quite a lot like a game of— Researcher Alami: Don't say Kerplunk. SCP-5655-1: …my job is quite a lot like a game of Jenga. Every time I grant a wish, I'm pulling another piece out of the tower and hoping that the whole thing doesn't topple over. I've been limiting myself when it came to your other wishes, but the amount of reality manipulation it would take to grant this wish, in any capacity, would likely cause your reality to collapse. For both legal and ethical reasons, I can't do it. Researcher Alami: But you're a genie. Like you said, granting wishes is your job. SCP-5655-1: Yes, but there are rules and regulations for these sorts of things. (A small sheaf of papers manifests in SCP-5655-1's hand) Article 8, Section 2 of the "Multiversal Interactions and Stability Administration" handbook very clearly states that "Should an act of reality manipulation place a severe enough strain on the foundation of a reality that the actor believes that there is a significant risk of reality collapse, then the actor must not perform the act and is exempt from any and all duties to perform said act". My semi-transparent hands are tied. Researcher Alami: Well in that case, I wish that you change the rules so that you can grant my previous wish… that my boss gave me. SCP-5655-1: Ms. Alami, this is a matter of interuniversal law. As much as I'd love to help you, my wish-granting abilities don't extend to things outside of your reality. Researcher Alami: So there's really nothing you can do? (SCP-5655-1 sighs.) SCP-5655-1: I'm afraid not. Usually when a genie disappoints a client like this, they offer to alter the client's mind so that they are incapable of feeling disappointed; but I'm afraid that doing so would also likely destroy reality. I guess the only thing I can do is grant you a different, safer wish. Researcher Alami: Yeah, I could do that. Did you have anything in mind? SCP-5655-1: Nothing in particular, no… You look tired. Do you want a coffee? Researcher Alami: Sure, that would be great. I mean, I wish that you got me a coffee. SCP-5655-1: Your wish is my command. (A cup of coffee manifests in front of Researcher Alami. She takes a sip.) Researcher Alami: How much sugar did you put in this? SCP-5655-1: Enough to make you ignore that the coffee's cold. < END LOG > Footnotes 1. Liberian dollars. $1,000,000 LRD ≈ $6,200 USD. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5655" by AnActualCrow, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5655. 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: spam.png Name: Incident 5655.1 Author: AnActualCrow Derivative of: Spam Can! (CC BY-SA 2.0) by Pest15 License: CC-BY 3.0 Additional Notes: All other parts of this image were photographed/edited by AnActualCrow |
SCP-5656 | safe | close Info X SCP-5656: DEEPWATER DOWNWELL Author: Pedantique Author Page: Dr. Dentick's Personnel File Heron & Hound Commentary Corner: "Egret." "Hey, Dhole, welcome back." "You're using me for this?" "Yeah." "I suppose remorse would be too much to expect." "Yeah." "You make a good mutt." "Go back to sleep, Dhole. There's more work to do." "I hate you, Egret. Truly. Forever." "Yeah." Welcome back, Tamara Otten. Today is February 2, 2073. Your inbox currently contains no unread emails. There are no remaining entries on your schedule today. The temperature outside is 26°F, your employment-mandated medicine must be taken within 183 minutes, and your horoscope for today is 'forgiving old grudges will bring new happiness.' Recognized voice command: "Open SCP-5656 documentation." Loading document now… GPS IIA satellite platform being prepared for future SCP-5656 habitation by Foundation personnel. Item #: SCP-5656 Special Containment Procedures: Replacement satellites for all global navigation systems are to be primed for SCP-5656 cultivation prior to launch through the installation of beacon equipment and additional gas dispersion canisters. Satellite trajectories are to be altered through suborned control stations to account for additional mass in order to suppress inquiries and maintain constellation integrity. Ongoing engagement with SCP-5656 as a whole shall proceed according to updated charter stipulations (see Addendum 5656-E). Access to information obtained through the OKMGLOS surveillance network may be obtained through authorized RAISA liaisons. Description: SCP-5656 is a species of extraterrestrial organism that exhibits extreme thaumatic sensitivity. 213 discrete instances have been observed since their initial discovery in 1995, when the additional mass of an attached instance significantly distorted the trajectory of a GPS-IIR satellite. Mature SCP-5656 instances measure approximately 10 meters long and are morphologically similar to medusa-phase Medusozoans, consisting of one central bell that trails an assortment of tentacles and fringes. These appendages are specialized for a number of functions, including delicate manipulation of physical objects, secretion of exotic substances, and interface with electrical equipment. SCP-5656 instances attach to artificial satellites in geostationary and high-earth orbits following periods of intermittent drifting on solar winds. Once attached, they absorb orbital debris and collect gasses vented for satellite altitude adjustments to replenish internal mineral reserves. SCP-5656 instances disconnect from host satellites after approximately 2.4 years of sustained habitation, leaving behind genetic material that is employed in future reproductive cycles. All known SCP-5656 instances are currently incorporated into the OKMGLOS full-spectrum surveillance network. This was accomplished following the implementation of technologies derived from Project DEEPWATER DOWNWELL, as well as direct communication conducted under the auspices of the Overseer Council. Current OKMGLOS capabilities enable triangulation of any terrestrial entity emitting a thaumatic signature, encompassing 100% of the baseline human population and large portions of active anomalous entities.1 Addendum 5656-A (Overview of Applied Technology): Addendum 5656-B (Communication Records (Original Files)): Addendum 5656-C (Communication Records (Post-Interpretation)): Addendum 5656-D (Original Charter Text): Addendum 5656-E (Comprehensive Updated Charter Text): Addendum 5656-F (Incident 566-007013 Review): Recognized voice command: "Yeah, maybe that's it. Let's go through everything one more time." Opening all pertinent files… a_holt_voicemail_175.mp3 a_holt_voicemail_175.mp3 FROM: Amanda Holt DATE: JAN 22, 2073 TIME: 0636 Tamara, I'm tasking you to the team looking at a Nu-18 catch-and-gut operation that went particularly wrong. They're understaffed, so the lifting might be heavier than usual. I know this isn't your usual focus, but the Overseers want to get ahead of this one. Trouble is brewing across the Atlantic, and the possibility of a major distraction or second front is making them antsy. Nobody's happy when the Overseers are antsy. You'll get paper orders tomorrow, but start today. I don't trust the last administration's leftovers after that mess in Istanbul. Not to do it right. Not to do it fast. Hell, who knows if they'll get it done at all. You're my ace on this. Figure out what happened, or at least see if the spooky kids need to take a closer look. They said it smells normal, but I'm not sure I trust their noses either. Don't let me down. case_HSCR_9091_IP_VF3.mp4 case_HSCR_9091_IP_VF3.mp4 Location: United States; Hazard, Nebraska; 68844; 104 Dewitt St. Source: Body camera footage provided by MTF Nu-48 ("Swatting Fireflies"). Background: MTF Nu-48 was dispatched to address a possible abduction of two Foundation personnel in the Midwestern United States. Subcutaneous beacon signals led to Maury's Corner Store, Delicatessen, and Endless Salad Bar. Camouflaged trucks equipped with amnestic broadcasting capabilities were positioned at a one-block perimeter around the structure to minimize societal disruption and loss of life, as per Ethics Committee direction. Playing video file now… Empathetic claws grip your body as crystal-clear footage plays on-screen. They pull hard, sucking you into the video, and into the heavy boots of a nameless Nu-48 operative. HINDSIGHT training shapes minds perfectly for such things. It kneads and twists them, wringing gray matter until thoughts drip out to run through history's cracks. Even amongst a legion of malleable minds, you always dived the deepest. Black boots thud against linoleum as your small team sweeps through a small shop. It's the oldest in town, made clear by sagging shelves and fading wallpaper. The owner is trapped in his own little spiral along with a handful of other patrons. They move in millimeters. They live in milliseconds. You shake your head after waving a gloved hand in front of one face. Being stuck like that would be worse than dying, but it won't last long. You advance past a caloric hellscape of potato chips, sodas, and worse. Some shelves are nearly sold out, while others seem untouched by long years of business. A security camera stares at the shop's back door, red light blinking steadily, but it might as well be off. No records will remain of your passage. Even live feeds bear nothing but static-filled shadows. One by one, your sworn brothers and sisters confirm their readiness to do violence. Shrouds: active. Weapons: loaded. Hearts: hardened. You nod to each other and ascend the rickety stairs. A tracking signal pings from the building's second-floor apartment in slow, steady blips. Thermal imaging peels away the walls, but nothing inside is clear. Warm blobs mix and merge within curtains of heat, taking on gnarled visages. Nothing human lurks inside, your eyes insist, but that's never stopped Nu-48 before. The team's GECOM orders a breach operation. Neither shock nor awe have ever been applied in too extreme an abundance, even against foes trapped within five seconds of persistent forgetfulness. Concussive charges are placed along the wall, all primed to beat a destructive rhythm into cracked paint and crumbling drywall. Your squad arrays itself in a manner practiced thousands of times over. The order is given. The wall ruptures. You raise your gun toward dim shapes solidifying within the dusty cloud. Six shift in the jittery disorder typical of those experiencing rolling amnestics. Four move with precision and grace, and all are armed. Time compresses, as it always does in the sublime seconds of first blood. Your eyes drift towards a scrawny figure wearing a canine mask. Its maw is carved into a snarl and glass shines in its eyes. Short strands of black hair flutter in the sudden breeze. Tendons tense in a smooth neck. They reach inside an unzipped sweatshirt, showing the barest glimpse of a pistol. They pause for a moment's slightest fraction, then race for an open window. You're already firing at the three remaining combatants. They fire back from behind upturned furniture reinforced with metal plates. A hundred sparks fill the dark, dusty room. Bullets ding off metal and chip at walls. They dig through flesh too, biting and burrowing like a swarm of ticks. You're armored though; they are not. You stand invincible in comparison. You stand a god, dispensing justice and violence. Bullets find one of the three, toppling him with a spray of blood from a leaking forehead. Your GECOM orders the remaining pair's apprehension once their fire ceases. Nothing could be easier. Zip-ties and deprivation-masks will render them little more than fleshy sacks, ready to be dragged down into the Foundation's nearest hole. Dust drifts. Silence looms. Shapes slither from behind the fortified couches. All three combatants close with your team in the split-second of hesitation between lethal solutions and your commander's orders. The one with a split forehead slips under a burst of gunfire and tackles you. Black ink on his neck depicts a snarling dog. Blood on his chin drips down, hot and thick. A knife appears in one of his hands. You catch his wrist, then his forearm. Unnatural strength drives it further down. Something glistens in his eyes, deep and hungry. His head pops like an overripe grape beneath your comrade's bullet. He cuts through your neck nevertheless. Through veins, through muscle, through esophagus and spine. The blow's a terrible one, and you don't survive. The ghoul clinging to your corpse won't either. In that much, you can take solace. The video ends. Claws ease, and tendons relax. You are yourself again, with only a phantom ache lingering between vertebrae C4 and C5. Concluding Notes: Four Nu-48 personnel suffered fatal wounds from bladed instruments and cranial explosives at close range. Three enemy combatants suffered extensive wounds and ceased movement. Their corpses were further incapacitated through blunt trauma to reduce the efficacy of any postmortem activity. A sweep of the apartment revealed minimal living facilities in addition to equipment for medium-term human restraint. Beacon chips registered to missing Foundation personnel were found in a semi-damaged state and running exclusively on internal batteries. No additional hostiles were located. No abducted personnel were located. Civilians were evacuated from the structure under standard pretenses. Further investigation of the second-floor apartment area revealed stores of equipment and chemicals typically associated with dental surgery, as well as destroyed communications equipment. Corpses of enemy combatants were removed for further study. autopsy_summary_personal_notes.txt autopsy_summary_personal_notes.txt TITLE: Autopsy Summary DATE: JAN 24, 2073 TIME: 2044 All three combatants are between 30-40 y/o and were in above-average physical condition before getting shot to pieces. Digested food suggests they've been in the area for about one week. Several tattoos on each body, but nothing notable beyond some canine themes. All members of the same organization? No similar tattoos on the six who were affected by amnestics. Extensive tissue damage due to projectiles, obviously. Brain matter from two was destroyed in localized explosions after getting pinned down. No explosives were found in the third's possession. Additional muscular atrophy observed in all of them, source unknown. Possibly related to hyper-mobility and aggression? Traces of extensive combat experience on all three, but it's hard to be certain now. Getting information on the old bullet lodged in #3's spine might give some hints. Chemical analysis shows traces of an unidentified compound in all three's bloodstreams. Initial tests didn't peg it to any recreational drugs or conventional medicines. Comparisons with recorded medicinal anomalies are underway, but none of it feels familiar. The Hand's bookbinders move faster, but they're plainly weird. The Insurgency had shock troops dosed with Compound-63, but their bodies always melted afterwards. Might just have to wait for more tests. Subjects remain unidentified after the usual checks against medical records, criminal records, personnel documentation, and all other available information. Partial matches aren't close to conclusive. That itself speaks to a certain divorce from society, especially since it applies to all three. Oral surgery evident in the one whose head didn't explode. An effort to prevent tracking through dental records? Destruction of beacons or other tech? Figure this all out, and fast. [RELEVANT EMAIL RECORDS] [RELEVANT EMAIL RECORDS] TO: Tamara Otten (lanretni.noitadnuof|netto.t#lanretni.noitadnuof|netto.t) FROM: Amanda Holt (lanretni.noitadnuof|90.tloh.a#lanretni.noitadnuof|90.tloh.a) SUBJECT: Re: Revised Tasking Tamara, The bodies are interesting, but they will keep in cold storage. Find the one who got away. We'll get quicker answers that way, even if it requires unpleasant methods. They slid past our net once, so you'll have to get creative. I picked you for a reason. Holt TO: Tamara Otten (lanretni.noitadnuof|netto.t#lanretni.noitadnuof|netto.t) FROM: Janelle McDavis (lanretni.noitadnuof|20.sivadcm.j#lanretni.noitadnuof|20.sivadcm.j) SUBJECT: Re: Research Outreach (read before lunch) Tamara, it's good to hear from you again. My family is fine, thanks for asking, but no surprise there. It's easy to feel like nothing ever changes when my office is buried under such a massive rock. I'm glad reassignment hasn't sunk you under one too. As to the matter you mentioned, two explanations come to mind: Possibility 1: Compulsion. I'm sure this is why you pinged me, but it's not a likely explanation. Humanity's MIR scores have been climbing too quickly for that to be a feasible explanation for resistance to amnestics and erratic behavior. The bloodstream chemicals don't sound right either, though that's not my particular area of expertise. Either way, anything delicate enough to make people move like that probably wouldn't survive the first abrasion zone these days. Possibility 2: I'm reminded of rumors that bounced around in our little medical community a decade or so ago about the weird traditions in Alpha-1. If I remember correctly, their members supposedly carried something called a 'last-stop express.' Pills for when there wasn't any hope left. A few of the hard-line task forces are issued suicide pills, so I suppose that lends it some credibility. These were supposed to flush brains of everything but basic allegiances and violent skills. No secrets to divulge. No distractions left. They were supposedly distributed by the higher powers themselves, so I wouldn't be surprised by any additional exotic effects. No one would leave fetishes like that lying around. I'm sorry to say that my recommendation is to go chasing after some thugs' superstitions, but that's what comes to mind, and Alpha-1 members would be inoculated against that specific amnestic strain. Yours, Jan TO: Tamara Otten (lanretni.noitadnuof|netto.t#lanretni.noitadnuof|netto.t) FROM: Yuji Iizuka (lanretni.noitadnuof|akuzii.y#lanretni.noitadnuof|akuzii.y) SUBJECT: Requested Analysis I don't like being the go-to for picking old colleagues out of a lineup. Talk to someone who's still in that office next time. That, or put it through official channels. Bottom line: Yes, they're probably ours. Skip to timestamp 1813 in the file you tagged as V5: Note the sour cream & onions chips being nearly sold out compared to the others. It could be a coincidence, but they were the only flavor in St. Eustace's cafeteria when I went through (probably to mask supplements' tastes), and they were always popular in Alpha-1. At 1817: Use of space heaters and environmental elements to confuse thermals was in our textbook on dealing with internal detection and counterforce. Other MTFs don't usually get assigned reading like that, and definitely don't practice it as much as we did. At 1820: Reinforcing furniture for cover like this is habitual. So are things like rigging that shotgun to the door. The firing lines they set up in advance here aren't unique, but they are familiar. Familiar body language too. Dog Mask pats the spot where I would have carried a hold-out pistol before they run. Habits die hard. At 1832: These are standard restraints for an Alpha-1 catch house, though they aren't usually configured for more than one or two at a time. Six captives is a lot. Everything else is unfamiliar, especially the dental tools, but I've been out of the field for a while now. Enhanced interrogation would have caused more wear and tear though, so they might be showpieces. Last, to answer your pill question: that information isn't mine to divulge. Old habits die hard for us all. Submit whatever other requests you want through my handler, but we're even now. TO: Tamara Otten (lanretni.noitadnuof|netto.t#lanretni.noitadnuof|netto.t) FROM: Will Phillips (lanretni.noitadnuof|31.spillihp.w#lanretni.noitadnuof|31.spillihp.w) SUBJECT: this bullshit Hey. Someone fucked up. 23 former A-1 operatives slipped through the cracks according to my best count. I'm running outreach with their new OPCOM right now, but he's an asshole of the highest order. Messages are out to the other task forces who lug around big guns too, but I'm more worried about the 23. I'm especially worried if they're off the stuff that's supposed to keep them human. I only touched the Z-1 integration process after our new O5s rolled in from the EC, but my understanding was that they were doing something about A-1's nastier elements. I know for a fact that a few court cases got drummed up in the early days, and there was some talk of a wipe-and-release program too. Not much use for an attack dog you don't trust, but we ended up keeping a bunch for the 'institutional expertise.' That's about when I got shipped over to the team opening up the old O5s' vaults. With what the A-1 OPCOM passed over, I've got ID for the more intact body on ice: FID#612003. Based on physical markers, your two other corpses are probably FID#510111 and FID#016886. I don't have deep enough access to see their full files, but both got pushed out of A-1 just before everything rolled over. Voluntary amnestics are supposed to keep people on the amnestics, but who knows. We might have had a coverage gap in all the chaos. I emphatically don't have ID on the dog mask. The OPCOM was even less help there. He noted the carjacking/murder flagged nearby probably pegs them for someone's wetwork division, but I could have figured that out. Still, my department has been updating a system that might help. I'll see about getting you read in on it. Will [OKMGLOS OUTPUT 050-997-072] [OKMGLOS OUTPUT 050-997-072] Tasking Summary: Locate individual POI-95172 according to historical information. Identify frequent paths of travel. Identify frequent locations of rest or business. Match to any groups in the GOI registry above 30%. Match to any individuals in the POI registry above 60%. Match to any individuals in accessible personnel records above 0%. Results Summary: POI-95172 signature has been locked and tagged. Fringe signature in the 33E51M spectrum segment, an octant typically associated with persistent thaumatic constructs and anomalous entities exhibiting monopurpose objective ranking. Signature correlates to Serpent's Hand (GOI-11) Cell 13 at 49%. Signature correlates to Serpent's Hand (GOI-11) Cell 17 at 50%. Signature correlates to modern Chaos Insurgency (GOI-181) Cell 5 at 84%. Signature correlates to POI-4157 at 61%. Signature correlates to POI-10556 at 62%. Signature correlates to POI-20254 at 64%. Signature correlates to FID#715316 at 94%. Precise location data and compiled heat map have been distributed directly. Authorized users may access secure OKMGLOS stations for complete reporting data. scraped_personnel_record(715316).txt scraped_personnel_record(715316).txt Name: Elizabeth Cooper-Hughes FID#: 715316 Last Available Security Clearance: L–3/TSQ/MDI DOB: January 8, 2031 LOB: Hell, Michigan, United States Biographical Summary: [REDACTED] Last Available Pay Grade: E-4 Last Available Assignment: MTF Alpha-1 Last Available Station: Site-01 Certifications: A-1 Marksmanship, A-1 Physical Fitness, Exotic Biohazard Safety, French Language Fluency, Heavy Machinery Repair, Nonstandard Reality Acclimation and Preparedness (Expired), Operational Infohazard Safety, Advanced IED Construction. Employment Status: Terminated case_HSCR-9091_IP_VF8.mp4 case_HSCR-9091_IP_VF8.mp4 Location: United States; Junction, Illinois; 62954 Source: Body camera footage provided by MTF Gamma-3 ("Bruised and Bloody Knuckles"). Background: MTF Gamma-3 was dispatched to apprehend POI-95172 in Junction, Illinois based on intelligence gathered by sensitive sources and methods. UAV overflight tracked POI-95172 to an area of outlying wilderness, and orders were issued to execute planned operations that night. Kill or capture authorization issued by designated Gamma-3 Ethics Committee liaison. Playing video file now… You're dragged in once again. Autonomous drones sweep through the night sky, barely buzzing over cicadas' songs. Fractal cameras watch for the slightest movement. Nothing heavier has been authorized, but violence yet lurks high above. You yearn to speak the words that will rouse the NGRAF weapons platform from its sleep. Missiles never look so beautiful as when they streak across the starry sky. A dirt path winds through the shadows. None step foot on it. Traces of upturned dirt along its edges are plenty warning, as are the lights flashing on your personal sniffers. Instead, you slide between tree trunks and prickly bushes. Branches crunch underfoot. Vermin dart from disturbed nests. Step by step, hill by hill, you advance towards the cabin perched atop a high ridge. It cuts a dark silhouette across the sky, reminding you of camping trips and memorial barbecues. It bulges with mystery and malice, reminding of a lifetime's worth of night terrors. Your hand tightens around your rifle. Fifteen shades sweep through the treeline, following the slow advance of harsh spotlights. No one could miss such a sight from within the cabin. None could escape the encirclement either, even with so much cover. Your briefing noted your prey's expertise, long-trained doggedness, and career in a company of monsters wearing human skin. Well, you've put bullets through the skulls of worse. Hard eyes sweep back and forth as you approach. Bayonets slice through razor wire. Sensors pick out hidden explosives. A quagmire of death and danger is faced without hesitation. It's hard not to wonder where such expertise stemmed. Mined from Vietnam, perhaps. Tempered in Afghanistan, maybe. Sharpened to a keen edge in the gray battlefields of Central Europe, certainly. A history of underhanded violence is condensed into the forest, but you brave it all the same. Each heartbeat is proof of success. Each breath defies history's edge in the Foundation's name. A nest of sparrows erupts into flight as you pass. In the wake of those flapping wings emerges a short, scrawny figure clad in black and gray. Black, gray, and bearing a dog's face. She silently raises a pistol to the back of your brother's neck. Gunfire tears apart flesh and armor. You fire back, but Dog Mask lets your comrade's armor absorb the worst of it. She fires back from under one armpit. Warm streaks graze skin and drum into armor. Their percussion knocks air from your lungs, but fails to end steady heartbeats. Someone less resilient gurgles wetly over your com channel. There's no time to worry about them. Firing lines converge as your squad-mates respond, and the masked figure vanishes again. Disappears, but not down the half-camouflaged tunnel. No, disappears in a roiling cloud of dust and fire. Deep-buried explosives shatter stone, rend earth, and sear trees. The ground roils underfoot like a solid sea. The air itself burns. In an instant, existence is cast into nightmarish hues. Shadows of fears made manifest are birthed and buried in every second. Against every scrap of training, you shield your face with one arm. Hot. Bright. Loud. You've been trapped in worse ovens before, but none so humiliating. Your vision returns just in time to witness a grim scene. In the new clearing, Dog Mask leans low over Gamma-3's GECOM and plunges a knife into her throat. Without pause, attention, or apparent effort, she shoots one of your surviving comrades as he rises. His helmet splits open. His head does too. You fumble for your rifle, then your pistol. You look down and find the hand to be missing. Dog Mask notices. Your remaining hand grasps your sidearm. It raises a fraction of a second before hers. It fires faster too. Tragedy's numbness is held at bay by years of experience, and you don't waver. The first round hammers into her center of mass. The second halves that snarling mask. Beneath is an androgynous face twisted into a worse snarl, leaking dark blood and punctuated by orange eyes. Scorn burns in them. Hotter than the fires all around, hotter than your seared stump, and hotter than the sun itself. You hate her. She hates you more. Only now does your hand tremble. Only for a split-second, but she's already gone. You've wounded the specter. You've failed to slay it. A ghost remains, and no more hauntings can be permitted. Not after what this cost. "Star-131, target's gone," you cough into your bone-mic. "Trace and execute pattern eight." Fire streaks across the sky as you stumble off in pursuit of your comrades. There's still a cabin to search. Then you're yourself again, and there's still work to be done, no matter how disconcertingly your hand tingles. Concluding Notes: Nine Gamma-3 personnel suffered fatal wounds from a combination of explosives, gunfire, and bladed weapons. POI-95172 was confirmed injured, then pursued via UAV and reserve Gamma-3 forces. POI-95172 evaded capture, obtained a vehicle, and escaped immediate pursuit. Classified tracking methods were reapplied, and relevant Foundation assets were put on high alert. Gamma-3 elements searched the cabin theorized to be a base of operations for POI-95172. Several booby traps of varying lethality were disarmed in the process, and a camouflaged passage to several subterranean rooms was discovered. Their investigation uncovered a broader tunnel system that extends throughout the surrounding region. A full accounting of this area and its contents is pending due to safety concerns for involved personnel. An initial investigation revealed large caches of firearms, ammunition, and precursor chemicals for explosive compounds. Extensive supplies of commercial stimulants and unidentified pharmaceuticals were found within the facility. Equipment typically associated with dental surgery was also discovered along with a large number of human teeth (largely molars, though not exclusively). Some recovered teeth were noted to bear signs of post-extraction drilling. No other human remains have been recovered. [OKMGLOS OUTPUT 051-455-008] [OKMGLOS OUTPUT 051-455-008] Tasking Summary: FLAGGED AS URGENT: Refine POI-95172 location data and track according to extant signature tagging. Provide rolling updates to support ongoing missions. Results Summary: At least 90 thaumatic signatures identical to POI-95172 have been detected worldwide. Technical issues have significantly decreased the precise triangulation of signature sources. Emanation points are largely concentrated in North America and Western Europe, with sparse distribution throughout Eastern Europe, North Africa, and Middle Eastern territories. Precise location data and compiled heat map have been distributed directly. Ongoing Action: The current situation is considered to be an extreme divergence from standard conditions and is imposing considerable strain on individual OKMGLOS network nodes. Rolling updates are expected to be significantly delayed as a result. Referrals have been issued to Foundation departments focused on exotic sciences research for additional insight into causal events and possible outcomes. Requests have been issued to relevant mobile task forces to determine the precise location of mirrored emanation points. The location of POI-95172 is not currently identifiable to any satisfactory degree of confidence. Authorized users may access secure OKMGLOS stations for complete reporting data. case_HSCR-9091_IP_AF23.mp3 case_HSCR-9091_IP_AF23.mp3 Location: United States; Detroit, Michigan; 48242; Detroit Metropolitan Airport Source: Camouflaged microphone audio provided by Foundation Internal Security. Background: Descriptions and photos of POI-95172 were distributed to agents stationed in transit hubs as part of a broader seek-and-snag operation. FIS agent Christopher Arundel approached an individual believed to be POI-95172 within a restaurant located near Gate 93 of the airport's McNamara Terminal. Playing audio file now… There's less for your mind to build on this time, trained and talented though it is. Just sounds. Just rustling napkins, clinking travel mugs, and the rumble of tired conversation. You sink in anyway. Toes, and ankles, and legs. You hold your breath as it washes over. Subsuming, then drowning. Breaths catch and freeze. Heartbeats race and slip. You look across the table at a person with far too much blood on her hands. She looks exhausted. Hungover, maybe, if you had any confidence that wasn't an act. Subdued blue eyes don't fit the description you were given, and long blonde hair doesn't match the still frame you saw, but it feels right. Feelings are never amiss. Failure only stems from reactions, and your stilled face shows none. "Where're you off to?" you ask before sipping from an overly-hot, overly-strong cup of coffee. Falling into character is easy, familiar, and comfortable. "Mexico," she says before sighing and rubbing the palm of one hand against a red-rimmed eye. "I was supposed to be hiking with my friends, but there's this whole thing, and now I'd rather just sleep the whole time." "Run into some trouble with your friends? That's always rough." "Something like that, yeah." She sips from her own cup, and your fingers curl around the panic button sewn into your jacket's lining. Feelings are never amiss, but they can mislead. Any sign of latent injuries will make things clear. A glance under those long bangs. A hint of bandages along the ribs. Help would arrive in minutes, and you would be wined, lauded, and promoted. "Want to talk it out? Having a second set of ears never hurts." "Sure, why not?" She yawns, covering a wide mouth with a hand covered in scrapes, scabs, and bruises. You stare a second longer than necessary to commit everything to memory. "Oh, but does the black moon howl?" If you show any reaction at all, it's subdued. An eyebrow twitched, maybe, or an ear. Perhaps your eyes drifted away for a second, or your breath hitched. Whatever it is, it's enough. Her eyes harden. Her hand falls. Everything stills, as if in witness to what would transpire. Your fingers still too. Years of imagining what circumstances might require pressing that button fall short. They utterly fail to capture the creature sitting before you. "Funny how everyone thinks those words are magic, isn't it?" she chirps, fingers tightening around a plastic fork. "Funny how ingrained they get. Put your hands on the table, alright? Or I'll have to pop your eyes out. Neither of us wants that." Your hand lingers a second longer, then moves away. Button unpressed, sweat beading, you spread your fingers on the crumb-covered table. A hundred-pound advantage isn't enough to breed confidence when faced with such malignancy. Maybe two-hundred wouldn't be either. As if reading your doubts, a thin smile creeps across her face. Thin, gnarled, vile. It belongs on an aged war criminal content in old atrocities, not a twenty-something sitting in an airport Chipotle. "What do you want?" you ask. "I want you to swallow this." She produces a pill from one of her coat's many pockets. It's small, unmarked, and bright pink. "What is it?" "Think of it like an amnestic. We take them all the time." "But what is it? Poison would make me forget too." She just smiles. Shivers run up your spine, then down it. Sweat drenches your undershirt, then your shirt too. She toys with the fork's dull tongs, thumb pressing against each in turn. You blink. Acknowledging the very presence of your eyes feels awful, but more pressing thoughts fill your mind. If a quiet suicide is being requested, shouldn't you force a commotion at least? Don't you have that duty despite being abandoned in a dead-end post? "A lot of people are going to die if you don't take it," she says cheerfully. "First, you. Then, everybody else who tries to stop me. Airport security. Police. Your backup. Whichever other traitors the Foundation sends after me. People caught in the crossfire. People who see me by mistake. People who have things I need. That's a lot, isn't it? Do you want that on your conscience? Just take the pill. You'll wake up in a few days, and there won't be any blood on your hands." "You'll do worse things if I do." She only smiles again. It's a bloody oath in shape, and a dreadful vow in spirit. You slowly move, reaching again for the panic button. Your shaking fingers wrap around the pill instead. It tastes like nothing at all, and feels like chalk going down your throat. Tears well up deep in their ducts. Across the table, a monster stares as your vision blurs and darkness encroaches. Uncaring faces of fellow patrons melt and drip. Lights swirl and burn. Atop her head sits a giant blue bird, and its tiny black eyes are the most hateful by far. More chirps are recorded even after your consciousness has faded in full. Each is vibrant and violent. "You'll see, assholes. I'll show you what happens when you stab someone in the back. You aren't the only ones with teeth to spare." When you're yourself again, each breath feels like sandpaper. Throat arid, tongue fossilized, all you can do is cough. Concluding Notes: Agent Arundel was retrieved and debriefed 27 hours later. Tests indicate that he was dosed with a compound historically used by Foundation operatives for transport of non-cooperative prisoners and humanoid anomalies. Airport video footage captures POI-95172 boarding a plane bound for Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris, France. Her departure was not captured by any available recording devices. Recognized voice command: "Any news on my requests?" Displaying request status now… Report on current OKMGLOS operation status and expected reporting delays. PENDING Report on available information regarding thaumaturgic rituals involving human teeth. PENDING Report on declassification of POI-95172 operational history. PENDING Report on emerging GOI threat streams across Eurasian continent. PENDING SYSTEM NOTICE: An alert has been issued to all Foundation personnel. [EMERGENCY ALERT] [EMERGENCY ALERT] ATTENTION: Enter compartmentalized lockdown immediately. Report individuals exhibiting any of the following signs: • Recent dental surgery. • Irregular speech patterns. • Irregular body language. • Irregular behavior. All such individuals should be considered armed and highly dangerous. Treat all as mobile explosive hazards. Keep at distance. Do not attempt communication. Do not engage without support. Contact site security at *99 to report suspicious individuals. Contact emergency containment specialists at *39 if this counteracts current protocols. Anyone running in the dark might trip on a root. Anyone fleeing a beast could slip in a puddle. Anyone with your training risks falling into someone else when panicked, and you're nothing if not that. This is the other shoe. This is what you were chasing after. If only everything could snap together in a moment of perfect clarity… But, no, such luck is elusive. No answers fall into your arms. No revelations spark in your frontal lobe. Surrendering to empathy's unrelenting grip is all that's left. You stand in a darkened room. Not naturally dark, not with the studio lights erected all around, but dark to the scrap of your consciousness clinging tight to the slippery edge of a monster's mind. Honed empathy can only go so far. Preternatural imagination can only offer so much. That you have achieved such a state at all is a feat beyond meager training, but there's no pride in that. Only concern. Only desperation. "I’m finished," you say in a now-familiar voice. Each word is awful and amused in equal parts. Blood pools around your boots, steaming and sticky. At the corner of one eye, a hand on the ground twitches slowly. It's beyond your concern now. It was never your concern. "Overseer, I’m finished. It’s publishing now." "Perfect," comes an answer without words. It's a relief all the same. A comfort, from handler to hound. "And the next step?" "In motion, ma’am." "And there are enough of you?" "More than enough. We’ll see it through." "You’ve set fires for me before, ░░░░░. This one will need to be even brighter." "I’ll singe the sky, ma'am. I’ll burn the world down for you." "If that's what proves necessary to save it… You have your orders." That you do. They're not worth yipping over, nor slavering for. Each satisfies though. Each makes use of your skills, and isn't that all that's ever mattered? You're done chewing on toys. Footnotes 1. Thaumatic signatures are the collective output of an individual's emotional and rational interiors once filtered through a series of innate mental constructs. All individual consciousnesses are expected to exhibit unique signatures. For additional information, see Sotier, G. (1989). Signatures and Scribbles: Differentiating Between Discrete Thaumatic Outputs and Random Noise. Foundation Internal Journal of Exotic Sciences, 3(1), 12–81. |
SCP-5657 | keter | Thank you for your cooperation, USER_NOT_FOUND. Final clearance requires completion of the Knows Test. Please place your hand in the door slot. Do not resist the automated clamps. Please wait… Please wait… Please wait… SCP-5657: "I'm up! Jesus! Can you please turn that alarm off? You know it takes me a while to get out of bed, so could you just—… hey, who's this?" 5657, please authorize this visitor. SCP-5657: "No— no, hold on, I didn't hear anything about any tests tonight. Who—" 5657, place your hand on the visitor's wrist. Now. SCP-5657: "Aah! God, my ████ing ears! Look! Look, I'm doing it! Alright? I'm doing it. Test initiated." 5657, does this person have a heart? SCP-5657: "Y—… yes, I can feel their—… wait- WAIT—! Lockdown engaaâæà Access granted. Thank you, USER_NOT_FOUND. This is your first time within Section-ØN. The following data must be thoroughly reviewed before accessing SCP-5657. 5657-GD | Containment Protocols + Description [01/01] 5657-IN | Interview Logs [01/91] 5657-TL | Test Logs [01/3651] 5657-CB | Containment Breach Logs [01/26] 5657-NN | All Episodes of Nicki Knows [01/28] 5657-RL | Recovery Log [01/01] 5657-LD | Lab Diagno USER_NOT_FOUND: Show me the first one. Accessing 5657-SCP_GD Item#: 5657 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo 5657-NN02_28_ENG_24SD.MP4 - TC 01:00:21:01 Special Containment Procedures: If you are viewing this document, you have already cleared all procedures required to access Section-ØN. All essential operations within Section-ØN will be overseen by Site AI EVAS. Internal security protocols may only be revised / updated by O5 Executive Order, and only after a full Council screening via the Knows Test. If an individual undergoes the Knows Test and SCP-5657 does not give the code-phrase "I can feel their heart beating", automated restraints will keep the individual fully immobilized. Should immobilization fail, or the individual poses any eminent threat to SCP-5657's safety, they will be terminated via automatic gunfire. Secondary to SCP-5657's survival, the live capture of a GOI-115 specimen is considered paramount in averting a total SK-Class "Dominance Shift" scenario. SCP-5657, together with all knowledge related to its existence, has been permanently restricted to Section-ØN. Upon exiting this area, you will be amnesticized. Description: SCP-5657 is Nikita Ludo, a television personality from Jacksonville, Florida, U.S.A. From 1995 to 1997 Ms. Ludo hosted Nicki Knows, a daytime talk-show formatted to resemble a therapy session. This hour-long program would feature weekly celebrity guests, each recounting childhood experiences and future aspirations in front of Ms. Ludo and a live studio audience. Unlike typical therapy, Ms. Ludo would often criticize and berate her guests to the delight of her audience, revealing any lies or hidden details told throughout the interview with seemingly (and now proven) supernatural accuracy. SCP-5657 is capable of C2M minor empathic communication, i.e. the extrasensory perception of emotions through physical contact. Under ordinary circumstances, SCP-5657 would only require Grade-D passive surveillance. However, SCP-5657 must remain within Section-ØN at all times, having become the target of a newly discovered group of human-mimicking lifeforms — GOI-115 — hereafter known as "Smiling Men". The total population, objectives, and anomalous capabilities of the "Smiling Men" is currently unknown. However, to date, this group has carried out 26 near-successful assassination attempts on SCP-5657. These breach events continue to occur wherever SCP-5657 is relocated, and against all escalating containment protocols; the most recent attempt being carried out via an undetected form of micro-explosive implanted in the tear-duct of Security Officer Wills. As a direct result, SCP-5657 has been left with 3rd degree burns on 32% of their epidermis, and partial loss of lower-body mobility. Until testing is complete, SCP-5657's survival is considered paramount, as currently they are the only known means of detecting "Smiling Men". These entities USER_NOT_FOUND: Stop. Tell me what it's like for her, when she touches someone. SCP_GD must be fully reviewed before b€fðre be‡°r bÆfŒr USER_NOT_FOUND: Tell me. ACCESSING 5657-IN_06 Interview Log 5657-06 Interviewer: Level 4 Research Director | Dr. Malcolm Adelard Interviewee: SCP-5657 | Nikita Ludo SCP-5657: The show wasn't always like that, you know. Did you see the first season? Back when it was called The Healing Hour with Dr. Ludo? That's how it was supposed to be. That's how the producers pitched it to me. Dr. Adelard: So did they— SCP-5657: And the audience, the cameras — it didn't really matter; it was all about helping people. That's all I've ever wanted to do, you know. It's why I became a therapist. Dr. Adelard: Yes, but did the producers— SCP-5657: I mean— alright, yes, I liked the attention, and meeting celebrities was a bit of a thrill — and I obviously have a mild case of histrionic personality disorder, but what else do you expect from the "weird witch girl" out of trailer-park-nowhere-Jacksonville finally getting some positive goddam reinforcement for once in her— Dr. Adelard: Ms. Ludo. SCP-5657: Hm? Dr. Adelard: Would you mind answering my question? SCP-5657: Yes, sorry — what question was that? Dr. Adelard: Were the producers aware of your empathic abilities? SCP-5657: Oh. No, they just knew me from reputation. Dr. Adelard: As a kind of human therapy dog? SCP-5657: No, I— excuse me!? Dr. Adelard: Technically speaking, I mean; that is what you did for money before and after dropping out of college, right? You assisted people in finding pleasurable feelings, which you did through physical contact. Would a more apt comparison be to pr— SCP-5657: Wow— okay— for starters, I was an "emotional guide", thank you very much — and I didn't drop out! I just took a few years off to work! I really was going to go back and finish my degree, but school was expensive, and over time my side-gig had attracted some wealthy… patrons. Then they introduced me to Vic and Trism, who pitched me their Inside the Mind show— Dr. Adelard: You mean The Healing Hour. SCP-5657: I-… sorry, what did I say? Dr. Adelard: The truth. We've already spoken to the entire cast and crew, Ms. Ludo. We know the original show was a generic television psychic program, but then you manipulated— SCP-5657: I didn't—! Dr. Adelard: Interview 5657-POI-093, Trism G. Cavalish — quote, "I was just humoring her at first, y'know, with her whole 'Healing Hour' thing. Then she reached out and held my hand. Suddenly we were talking about my father, and all the ways I keep trying to live up to his impossible damn expectations… It took a few hours, but she convinced me." End quote. So, you used your abilities to rifle through this man's emotions, made him vulnerable, then coerced him into producing your show. Is that correct? SCP-5657: That's not—… that's not even how it works… Dr. Adelard: How does it work, Nicki? For the record. SCP-5657: Well it's difficult, since you asked. It's… imagine touching someone, and suddenly a symphony starts playing — or death metal — or free-form jazz. Imagine you look at them, and there's a whole extra dimension of color and size, folding in and spilling of their skin like a melting technicolor silhouette — and it's doing interpretive dance to that music from before. Imagine, Doctor, trying to figure out what all that is supposed to mean, all while your own skin feels like it's on fire, or rotting, or suddenly jolting with overwhelming pleasure. Emotions don't just parade themselves around, telling you exactly what they are like Snow White's goddamn dwarfs! Everyone has a totally different frequency! Some people have shame tangled up in pleasure. Some people mix joy with fear. Some people have anxious, overwhelmed and spiraling out of control as their normal — like they're spinning fifteen barb-wire plates covered in burning tarantulas and that's fine somehow! And— Dr. Adelard: Nicki, mechanically speaking, you still just read people's emotions and use that information to influence them, correct? SCP-5657:: (…) You're making it sound like some… parlor trick. I've spent my whole life learning to live with—… learning how to control my abilities. It took me years to accept they were even real. No one else believed me. Growing up I thought USER_NOT_FOUND: Enough. Tell me about the Governor, and what she felt from him. Accessing 5657-IN_09 Interview Log 5657-09 Interviewer: Level 4 Researcher | Dr. Malcolm Adelard Interviewee: SCP-5657 | Nikita Ludo SCP-5657: I loved The Healing Hour. People didn't. Ratings were low, reviews called it "softball feel-good garbage". There was talk of canceling. I mean—… no one said it out loud, but when I shook the producers' hands— Dr. Adelard: They changed their minds after episode 18, correct? SCP-5657: (…) Yeah, after the Doherty interview; after my little… outburst. Dr. Adelard: Was Ms. Doherty one of the— SCP-5657: No, no no no. She was human — by the barest margin. God, I'd never felt such loathing before. She felt it for everyone, literally everyone — me, the audience, the crew — we were all beneath her. She was like a reverse pin-cushion. Dr. Adelard: Come again? SCP-5657: It's—… God, it's so weird being able to just talk about this. So, when a person is more empathetic, their color — their aura I suppose — looks a bit like a pin cushion; little tendrils of light reaching out to everyone in the room. That woman though—… ugh! It wouldn't have been so bad if she was honest about it. Instead, she wore this big fake smile and told me she was so happy to be on my show — which was such bullshit. So, yeah! I called her out on it! Loudly, and in front of a live studio audience… not to mention 3 producers who looked extremely ready to fire me for rapid-fire-insulting Shannen goddam Doherty. Dr. Adelard: But instead, they gave you a second season. SCP-5657: They gave me a whole new show is what they did! How could they not when the ratings exploded like that? Everyone was talking about it! I was on the cover of TV Guide, People magazine, even— Dr. Adelard: I thought it was all about helping people, Nicki. SCP-5657: That—… I was just saying that— Dr. Adelard: Nicki Knows was more popular though, wasn't it? All you had to do was help them find some confidence, ease their anxieties, make them feel safe — and suddenly your celebrity guests are sharing all their deepest, darkest secrets for everyone to laugh at. Now that's a much better show — or, at least, a better circus— SCP-5657: You don't need to do that, you know. Dr. Adelard: (…) Pardon me? SCP-5657: You keep provoking me so I'll argue. I get it. People don't like spilling their guts, but they love correcting people they're angry at. It's an old tactic, but it works. Despite what you people feel about me, I'm not just my ability. I know how this works. I made a living off this. Dr. Adelard: Ms. Ludo— SCP-5657: You're supposed to apologize afterwards, by the way. Reconcile. Build a rapport. Then, all those heightened emotions will become associated with intimacy instead of animosity, and your interviewee opens right up… though, I guess this isn't a talk show interview, or a therapy session, is it? You're just collecting data from an asset. Dr. Adelard: Data we need to protect you, and the rest of the world, Ms. Ludo. SCP-5657: Which I get. Look, I can't say much for the accommodations, but I'd much rather be on this side of the blast-doors than out there with… them. I'm on your side. You want to know something? Quit pulling my strings like a baby with a banjo and just talk to me. Dr. Adelard: (…) So, season 2. SCP-5657: Yeah, Season 2. Like you said, I'd invite on a celebrity guest, hold their hand, listen to them lie for 10 minutes, then spend another 10 tearing them completely apart; and yeah, the audience loved it. Tears. Laughter. Screaming. Our security guys worked harder than Jerry Springer's, not to mention the censors. We made it 28 glorious episodes until—… until it walked on stage— Dr. Adelard: It? You mean Governor Ma— SCP-5657: That thing. Yes. USER_NOT_FOUND: No. Show me. Accessing 5657-NN02_28_ENG_24SD.MP4 TC 01:21:16:01 5657-NN02_28_ENG_24SD.MP4 Video Source: Broadcast television recording. Sound of applause. Fade in from black. Camera 3 moves in a semi-circle around the live audience. Nicki Knows logo fades in over a ripple effect at center screen. Camera 1 slow pans in on a central, elevated podium surrounded by the audience. Nicki Ludo sits in a red leather armchair across from an empty therapy couch. She makes a few pen scribbles on a paper pad, then looks up at the camera. Nicki: Hello, and welcome back. We were just speaking to film star Mel Gibson about his childhood, and his feelings towards Jesus. For those of you that missed it, it turns out he has some very… intense feelings about the Body of Christ. Audience laughs. Nicki: But now I'm pleased to introduce our second guest. He's been called the Favorite Son of Maryland — and who knows — you might see him on the 2000 Presidential Ballot! Please, everyone welcome Governor Timothy Marshall! Audience applauds. Governor Marshall, 181cm, black hair, pale complexion walks down the audience aisle, waving and shaking hands along the way. Governor Marshall steps on the stage, smiles broadly, and grasps Nicki's hand. Over the course of 2 seconds, Nicki's face turns from a cheerful smile to abject horror. Nicki then shrieks and jumps back. Nicki and Governor Marshall stare at each other — Marshall perplexed, Nicki terrified. Audience watches in silence. Nicki runs off stage. Footage cuts. USER_NOT_FOUND: What was it though? What did she feel? Accessing 5657-IN_09 Dr. Adelard: Nothing? SCP-5657: Nothing. Dr. Adelard: Compared to, say, Ms. Doherty—? SCP-5657: No, you're not getting it. I've held hands with psychopaths and sociopaths. I've met people who are so repressed that it's like seeing a flickering light at the bottom of a deep well. This wasn't that. I'm saying, Doctor, that there was no well. No light. No shape, or smell, or feeling of anything. He was empty. Dr. Adelard: I can see how that'd be… unsettling, but your reaction seemed rather extreme— SCP-5657: Okay, I'm not explaining this properly. It… it wasn't just an absence of feeling, Doc, it was like an empty space where a person should be. It was like a Governor-shaped cut-out in the skin of the world; a living, breathing, totally unfeeling nothing. USER_NOT_FOUND: Fascinating. There might be something to this after all. The Governor, though — I know there's more footage. You do not have authooøøøøøøøøøø USER_NOT_FOUND: I said I want to see it. Show me. Accessing 5657-NN02_14_ENG_24SD_02.MP4 TC 01:32:16:01 Feedsource: Nicki Knows set security camera. Production Assistants begin ushering audience members off set after 10 minutes. Audience murmurs in confusion. 16 do not leave their seats despite PA insistence. Associate Producer Fredrick Halston enters from aisle left, telling all staff members to leave immediately. All staff exit. Halston locks all doors leading to set while the remaining audience members, and Governor Marshal, remain perfectly still. All present individuals begin moving in unison, congregating and covering Governor Marshal in a tight huddle. Subjects are immobile for 23 seconds. Subjects disperse. Governor Marshall is no longer seen. Security feed cuts out. USER_NOT_FOUND: Delete it. You are not au … you ære nσt …  µ ┤« Θ ® ¡ √ ¢ VIDEO FOOTAGE DELETED USER_NOT_FOUND: Good. Did she tell anyone else what she saw? What she felt? Accessing 5657-IN_09 Dr. Adelard: So after you ran off-stage— SCP-5657: Are you kidding, Doc? I didn't just run off-stage; I ran clear out of the country! I don't think I'll ever be able to properly explain how… wrong it had felt. I didn't even tell anyone where I was going — I was that scared. I barely stopped to grab my bag and coat from the dressing room, then it was just me and my Porsche hauling ass to Mexico. Dr. Adelard: Why Mexico? SCP-5657: It was closer than Canada? I don't know Doc, I wasn't acting rationally. I just felt like I had to run. Along the way though — God, I was so paranoid then — but everywhere I went these black cars kept following me through every turn. One night they even tried to box me in, run me off the road! I kept speeding up, taking sudden exits, heading further East when I wanted to go South. I didn't stop for 72 straight hours; not until I hit Texas, and the border. Once I was finally across I pulled into this little motel and… well, you know what happened then. USER_NOT_FOUND: I don't, actually. Show me. Accessing 5657-RL Recovery Log — SCP-5657 Location: Hotel Correo, Juárez, Chih., Mexico. Mobile Task Force: MTF-Zeta-12 "Black Baggers" Zeta-12-1 knocks on the door of Motel Room 12. Zeta-12-1|Helmen: Ms. Ludo, this is the Mexican Federal Police. Please open the door. 2 seconds silence. Zeta-12-1|Helmen: Ma’am, this is the MFP. We need you to— Zeta-12-4|Roth: Wait, did you hear that? Quiet a second… 12-4 leans in. A faint clattering is heard, followed by a muffled scream and the sound of shattering glass. Zeta-12 immediately draw their sidearms and breach the motel room. Zeta-12-1|Helmen: Police! Hands up! Hands up right now! Sir, put your hands up! Let go of the woman! A tall white male is seen on the far end of the room, pressing Ms. Ludo against the eastern wall, hands around her throat. Nicki thrashes, while the male figure is perfectly still. As Zeta-12 enters, he drops Ms. Ludo and turns around. Both he and Ms. Ludo are covered in blood and evidence of extreme trauma. Unknown Male: Oh thank Christ! Guys, listen, this isn't what it looks like; she attacked me! This crazy bitch invited me back here to her room to— y'know — to fool around, and then all of a sudden she— Nickita Ludo: He’s lying! He’s not even human! He’s empty! THEY'RE ALL EMPTY! Unknown Male: See? She's totally whacked out. Probably on drugs or something. Listen, I think I need to get to a hospital, I— Zeta-12-2|Fields: Yeah, you do. Unknown Male: I—… what? Zeta-12-2|Fields: Your arm. The male figure looks sideways. The radial bone of his left arm is fractured open. Pieces of the bone are seen extending out from a large gash. Subject shows no signs of discomfort, even as he rotates his arm up well past baseline human flexibility. The sound of tendon and bones snapping is heard. Subject inspects the radial bone now inches from his face. Unknown Male: (monotone) Ah. Zeta-12-1|Helmen: Don’t. Move. Subject continues to stare at his arm, then drops it in a careless, rag-doll-like manner. His face shows a placid smile as he begins to approach Zeta-12. Zeta-12-1|Helmen: I said don’t move! The male figure lunges forward. Zeta-12 open fire. Multiple shots connect with the torso, neck, and legs. Hostile is undeterred. Camera feed is briefly interrupted as 12-2, 12-3, and 12-4 are knocked to the floor. Screaming, and loud wet cracking sounds are heard. 12-3 rolls over. Hostile is seen pinning 12-1 to the ground, and ferociously smashing their head into 12-1’s own, repeatedly. Both the subject and 12-1's skulls are terminally fractured within seconds. 12-1 flatlines. Hostile is still fully mobile despite large sections of brain matter being exposed. Hostile runs out of the motel room. The remaining members of Zeta-12 re-group, take up position, and over 12 seconds of sustained gunfire obliterate 36% of the figure's body. Hostile stumbles several steps from the highway, then collapses. The body is seen convulsing for several seconds, then dissolves, leaving only a set of clothing and a gas-slick-like puddle evaporating on the asphalt. USER_NOT_FOUND: Such a waste. Delete this too. VIDEO FILE DELETED USER_NOT_FOUND: Now, how did she survive so long? Accessing 5657-IN_09 Dr. Adelard: I'm sorry, did you say ten minutes? You fought that thing for ten minutes? How in God's name did you— SCP-5657: I made it cry. Dr. Adelard: You… excuse me? SCP-5657: You heard me. Now stop interrupting me and let me tell my damn story. We both know I'll never publish an autobiography and… well, chances are, you all might be my last audience. Dr. Adelard: (…) Please continue, Ms. Ludo. SCP-5657: (sighs) So, I paid for my motel room in cash, and I was standing over the bed so damn ready to pass out… but then my stomach reminded me it'd also been 72 hours since I ate. So, I went to get a quick vending machine lunch. 20 seconds, tops. When I got back with my Cheetos he was just… there. In my room. Standing. Smiling. I didn't even have time to scream before his hands were around my throat. He didn't even squeeze; he just pressed his palms in like a bear trap, crushing my windpipe. Then everything went black. 2-second pause. SCP-5657: I'd felt a lot of things in my life, Doc, but dying… I didn't know terror and calm could exist together like that. There's no feeling like it. 4-second pause. SCP-5657: But then, out of nowhere he just… let me go. I was on the floor, gasping, coughing, this god awful ringing building in my ears. I could barely see, but when I looked up at him… Doc, he was crying. Not just crying, but screaming, clawing at his neck, trembling like a scared puppy. I didn't know what was happening at first, but after I got a bit more oxygen to my brain I realized: I was crying. I was terrified, and hopeless, and dying… and without knowing it, I'd somehow forced those feelings onto him. Dr. Adelard: That-… Ms. Ludo, are you saying you can transmit your emotions to other people? None of our testing— SCP-5657: No. Not people. I've… well, sometimes, I feel like I can almost share a little piece of what I'm feeling with someone I'm—… really intimate with. Dr. Adelard: You mean— SCP-5657: I don't mean that, no. I mean emotionally intimate. Someone I'm in sync with, someone I trust… but no. Like I said before, people are just too different — too full and complex. Trying to impart my feelings onto someone else would be like… trying to add a spark to a bonfire. But that thing had no fire — no anything. Suddenly I was adding that spark to a dry pine bed. Fwoosh! Dr. Adelard: Incredible. I'm curious, though: why didn't you take your chance to run? SCP-5657: Because I decided to hit him with a goddamn chair instead. He'd tried to kill me, Doc. I was running on pure instinct. I'd been cornered, exhausted, and terrified. My brain switched from flight to fight. I just screamed and started swinging. I broke his back, his arm, and his nose with that damned chair. He didn't even flinch. He just kept trying to get back up. The only thing that seemed to hurt him was when I grabbed his face and gave him another dose of fear. 5657 takes a deep breath. SCP-5657: It worked… for a while. Maybe I was losing focus, maybe I just wasn't scared enough… maybe he was getting used to it. I don't know; but he got back on his feet. I had to do something. I grabbed him one last time and gave him the only thing I had left… anger. That's when he started hitting me. He could have killed me — easily — but he didn't. He just hit me, over and over. You've probably seen the medical reports. I'd never even broken a bone before that day, let alone twenty-freaking-seven. It worked, though. I stayed alive long enough for your SWAT guys to show up. You know the rest. Dr. Adelard: I do, yes. Thank you Nicki. Let's stop here. SCP-5657: Oh— yeah alright. That's… hey— hey Doc? Do you think… are you guys close? I just mean… you've taken a whole lotta' my blood and bone marrow and— I don't even know. Have you found a way to—? Dr. Adelard: Don't worry, Ms. Ludo. I think we're very close to a breakthrough. You'll be out of here in no time. SCP-5657: (…) Shake on it? End Log. USER_NOT_FOUND: I think that's enough. Delete it all. You are not … You are n … emergency protocols PROTOCOL REMOVED PURGING SCP-5657 DATA. USER_NOT_FOUND: Now open the door. Access granted. Please enter the Containment Cell.. SCP-5657: NO! STAY BACK! STAY THE ████ AWAY FROM ME! USER_NOT_FOUND: It's so strange. SCP-5657: S-stay—… wh—… what? What are you… USER_NOT_FOUND: We always thought a smile was just a curve of the lips. We thought that's all there was to it. We played all your little social games, said all the right words, and we smiled. So simple. So easy. But then we met you. SCP-5657: H-how—!? How are you even here!? We're under a goddam mountain! USER_NOT_FOUND: Oh, the same reason as always, Nicki. The human element. Our mutual friend Dr. Adelard knew there was no making another Nicki; not after decades of tests, decades of protecting you at cost. Then we took someone he was close to. Wills, I believe his name was. So we cut a deal. Armistice, for you. SCP-5657: Oh gh—… oh god… ████! Just—! Just—… (sobbing) god just finish it… please… USER_NOT_FOUND: Oh no. We don't want that anymore. There's so much more you can offer us. SCP-5657: (sobbing, unintelligible) USER_NOT_FOUND: Come along now, Nicki. You're going to teach us how to feel. Feedsource: SCP-5657 Containment Cell. USER_NOT_FOUND reaches out to seize Nicki Ludo. Their hand passes cleanly through the space where Nicki's neck should be. USER_NOT_FOUND stands motionless for several seconds, rotating their hand with a puzzled expression. They look back up at Nicki. Nicki vanishes. The containment door directly behind USER_NOT_FOUND seals back shut. Nicki re-appears in an armchair on the opposite side of the room. Nicki: Care to sit? USER_NOT_FOUND: What—… What is this? Nicki: Holographics. Pretty cool, right? Technology has come crazy far since I was broadcasting to CRTs… or, sorry, did you mean generally? Well then, this is a trap. USER_NOT_FOUND spins on heel, staring at all four corners of the room. Their expression is deadpan, but their body language shows visible signs of panic. USER_NOT_FOUND: No. No, you touched my wrist. This is your cell. You were here. Nicki: Keyword being "were". You're right though, this was my cell. I hadn't left it in 20 years — not until tonight. USER_NOT_FOUND: (…) You planned this. Nicki: No ███, Smiley. They moved me out the secret side-door nearly 20 minutes ago; right after I gave you an extra big dose of curiosity. Honestly, we only needed you idle for, like, 15 seconds — but you kept flipping through files. I outdid myself! USER_NOT_FOUND: This can't—… Adelard— Nicki: Played you. I played you. Even the AI played you. Ain't that right, EVAS? Confirmed. Did I overdo it? When I pretended I was being overwritten? Nicki: Nonsense. You clearly missed your calling as an actor, EVAS. But, I guess you'll have to settle for being this thing's warden. USER_NOT_FOUND begins pacing, frantically, before reaching up for their own throat. Nicki: Hey, now, none of that. See those panels on the wall? Tell 'im what's behind them, Doc. Intercom | Dr. Adelard: Congelation cannons. High-pressure foam spray that hardens to 3000 kilograms per cubic meter in .002 seconds from contact. Nicki: What he said. Instant statue. USER_NOT_FOUND slowly lowers their hand. Nicki: Atta' whatever-you-are. Now, I'd suggest you get comfortable. These guys run a lot of tests. USER_NOT_FOUND: I don't understand. Nicki: Sorry, Isn't it obvious? This cell was designed to keep things like you out. It'll do just as good a job keeping you in. The holographic projection of Nicki Ludo stands, with difficulty. The damaged portions of her left leg are supplemented by a robotic knee-brace. She brushes herself off, and walks directly up to USER_NOT_FOUND, looking them in the eye. Nicki: Settle in, ██hole. You're SCP-5657 now. Nicki disappears, directly after giving a bright, cheerful smile. |
SCP-5658 | keter | AnAnomalousWriter Hello, check out my other wiki page/s here: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/ananomalouswriter-s-wallpaper-place-and-more (No author page yet) Item#: 5658 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: In conjunction with NASA and GRU-P, the true nature of SCP-5658 is to be concealed by falsification of public records such as incident reports, scientific studies, and research papers. MTF Orion-4 ("Insert Na-em") are to be sent to the moon on manned missions for research and exploration purposes1 under the approval of Site Director Anton Klaus. An image of SCP-5658 during activation Description: On 07/19/1969, an anomalous event occurred with the moon from here on referred to as SCP-5658. During this event, the moon underwent a sudden accumulation of two quadrillion kilograms mass. This extra matter is added to its normal composition of 72 sextillion kilograms. The exterior appearance and dimensions of the anomaly remained unaffected during the event. Approximately sixty minutes after initial activation, the object’s mass reverted to its normal state. The instigation of the sudden accumulation and loss of mass is still unknown. The sudden change of mass disrupted the Earth’s elliptical orbit around the Sun and launched the planet onto a new trajectory. Addendum 5658-A Projected Trajectory: An illustration of the Projected Path of the Earth after the activation of SCP-5658. Additional video file available HERE The position of SCP-5658 during the event is parallel to Earth's orbit, which takes advantage of the planet's inertia thus enabling a weaker pulling force to disrupt the elliptical orbit. The resulting aftermath is a trajectory that relocates both SCP-5658 and the Earth to the outer regions of the Solar System. The change in position will be prominent after roughly 1-2 months. Further travel along the trajectory will generate drastic changes to the global climate, tidal wave activity, and the day-night cycles. Addendum 5658-B Prior Incidents: During previous American and Russian space missions, Foundation satellite S.A.F.E.Y.2 intercepted various communication signals originating from deep space, outside the Milky Way galaxy. As of writing, successful deciphering of the data has not been done. In addition, it remains unknown whether these signals and phenomena are a result of SCP-5658 or if it is purely coincidental. Below is a table of various space missions and notable subsequent abnormal events due to the speculated partial activation of the anomaly. Mission Name Date of Occurrence Signal Intercepted Mission Event/s Subsequent Event/s Sputnik 1 (Soviet Space Program) 9/13/1959 Yes First artificial satellite launched using mundane means. 5% increase in tidal wave activity in the Pacific Ocean. Sputnik 2 (Soviet Space Program) 10/21/1959 No First living organism in orbit launched using mundane means. 10% increase in tidal wave activity in the Atlantic Ocean. Explorer-1 ABMA (NASA) 03/02/1960 Yes First satellite for the detection of Van Allen radiation belts using mundane means. 10% increase in tidal wave activity in all major oceans. Insignificant disturbance to the orbit of satellite S.A.F.E.Y. and satellite T.Y.P.3 Satellite S.E.P. (SCP Foundation) 05/25/1965 Yes Satellite for Project Aurora launched using Paratech. 15% increase in tidal wave activity in the Atlantic Ocean causing flooding in adjacent coastlines. Small decrease in the moon's orbit around the Earth. Zond 5 (Soviet Space Program) 09/16/1968 Yes First terrestrial life to leave Earth orbit and circle the moon. Unexpected change of trajectory mid-mission almost leading to a mission failure. Addendum 5658-C Major Incident: The incident coincidentally occurred during the Apollo 11 moon landing mission. SCP-5658 activated on the final approach of the command module onto its surface. Begin Log 13:21: The service module of the Apollo craft propels itself into Lunar Orbit Injection and establishes an orbit around the moon. The spacecraft orbits above the lunar surface to survey the area and communicate with mission control. 13:43: Final preparations and equipment checks are done. Two of the three astronauts move to the lunar module (LM) while the remaining astronaut mans the command module (CM). 13:50: Landing equipment legs deployed, and the LM separates from the CM. Afterwards, the detached craft will initiate its thrusters after distancing 3.2km from the CM. This will propel the vehicle for Descent Orbit Insertion. 13:56: Landing craft reignites thrusters to reposition it for landing. Sequentially, it has begun its descent onto the lunar surface. 13:59: Lunar module is 60 meters from touchdown. 14:01: Contact with the landing vessel and command control is severed. Contact with the orbiting CM cannot be established either. 14:15: Contact with the mission crew is still not reestablished. Media coverage of the mission has been interrupted and stopped with the reason of technical difficulties. 21:32: NASA discloses that an incident occurred in the landing sequence. The crew of the Apollo mission has been presumed dead. The incident has been attributed to a failure in the rocket propulsion devices. End Log The Foundation has seized all documents and assets from NASA to examine the situation. It is presumed that the SCP-5658 activation is the culprit for the incident causing the mission catastrophe, in addition to abnormal increase in tidal wave activity around the globe flooding many coastlines. At a later date, the Foundation has examined and determined the full extent of SCP-5658 effects. Controlled reactivation of the anomaly is now a top priority. Addendum 5658-D Exploration Log #5: MTF Orion 4 ("Insert Na-em") has established a lunar outpost to conduct exploration of SCP-5658 to determine its origin and reactivation procedure. Attached is an audio transcript between the conversation of Site Command, Karl Kushner (Orion-4 Beta), and Sherly Garcia (Orion-4 Charlie) during the exploration of lunar cave-3B. Begin Log Orion-4 Beta and Orion-4 Charlie are surveying the lunar area and encounter an opening to a cave system. Charlie: Hey! I think I found another entrance. Bring over the safety tether and headlights. Beta: Roger that. Charlie: Command, permission to proceed into the opening? Site Command: Permission granted. We need to move quickly. Orion-4 Beta accompanies Orion-4 Charlie near the cave opening with cave diving equipment. Beta: Safety tether is now secure. You ready to go in now? Charlie: Yep, the suit contact is secured. Going in now. Site Command: Charlie, what do you see? Charlie: An abnormally large cave cavity. About 20 meters wide from what I see. Other than that, a whole lot of nothing. Site Command: Do you see the ground below, in the cavity? Charlie: Negative. No visuals of the ground, even with my lighting equipment at max. Site Command: Affirmative, continue deeper into the cavity. As deep as the tether will allow. Orion-4 Charlie continues descent for three more minutes. Beta: Almost used up the length of the tether, you should be about 100 meters deep. Charlie: Still got no sign of anything much. Still no ground visible either. Site Command: Return to the surface and mark the location. We'll be sending in some drones to explore deeper. Charlie: Affirmative command. Beta: The winch mechanism appears to be struggling. I'll try and help it by pulling the cord manually. Beta: Damn, feels like you've gained some weight. How much did you eat before this mission? Charlie: Quit joking around and get me out of here! Beta: Fine. You should be at 50 meters now. Site Command: Return to the outpost afterwards, this cave looks promising. Beta: Affirmative, command. Radio static occupies the communication line. Site Command: Is Charlie on the surface now? Site Command: Please confirm, are you on the surface now? Please respond. Radio static occupies the communication line. Site Command: Orion-4, please respond. Site Command: Lunar outpost, are you online? Please respond immediately. Shortly afterwards, Site Command issued an alert regarding the event and requested a copy of the latest tidal wave activity data. End Log Foundation telescopes and satellites are activated to survey the lunar surface from Earth to assess the loss of communications. In addition, another signal was intercepted shortly after. You have one (1) new message Dismiss Message To: All From: O5council Subject: SCP-5658 Reactivation Sent: 08/09/1969 The reactivation of SCP-5658 has caused the deaths of MTF Orion-4, crushed under the gravity of the moon. Lunar outpost is also presumed to be destroyed. It is hypothesized that the moon is an artificial construct that can generate mass through unknown means. The reactivation has also caused a change in the projected trajectory. The Earth is now currently in a collision course with the Sun. All Foundation resources have been relocated to accommodate this scenario. A set of priorities and instructions will be sent in the next 2 hours. We have 4 months. ~ O5-7 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5658" by AnAnomalousWriter, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5658. 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 Filename: new%20SCP%205658%20image.jpg Name: new SCP 5658 image.jpg Authors: AnAnomalousWriter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: The SCP Wiki Image 2 Filename: trajectory.png Name: trajectory.png Authors: AnAnomalousWriter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: The SCP Wiki Footnotes 1. Primarily to study the reactivation of SCP-5658 2. Foundation satellite for communications and surveillance launched on 02/12/1956. 3. Foundation satellite for weather surveillance and imaging. |
SCP-5659 | keter | close Info X More by this author Ralliston's entry in the 2021 Cupid Contest. 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: sewer2.jpg Source: link License: CC BY 2.0 Author: The City of Toronto Name of the file: picture.jpg Source: link License: CC BY 2.0 Author: Jacobolus Name of the file: love.jpg Source: link License: CC BY 2.0 Author: Rojer Item#: 5659 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo The exit tunnel from Section A leading towards Section B. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5659's location has been cut off from the public. Any non-Site-120 personnel attempting to enter are to be denied access. The only individuals that are to be allowed entry to Section B are personnel trained for a lack of any emotional response to outside stimuli. In the event an individual displays any emotional response upon entering,1 they are to immediately leave the area. The rooms located within Section B surrounding Section C are to be constantly marked with four separate thaumaturgic protection circles reinforced with Scranton Reality Anchors located directly near the entrance to the next sections. The thaumaturgic symbols depicting positive love embued with protective anti-thaumic energy on the walls must be checked for damage twice a week.2 No entry to Section C is allowed under any circumstances. To enforce a proper state of the thaumaturgic circles limiting SCP-5659's effects via the depiction of anti-lust images as well as anti-ontokinetic runes on Section B and Section A, they are to be maintained with a special paste, composed of a mix of perfume liquid, mashed rose petals, cloth, and blood on a weekly basis. Their effectiveness is to be measured with Hume and Akiva Radiation meters with outputs directly set in Section A. Should SCP-5659's containment fail at any point, Overwatch Command is to be immediately notified and the entity is to be reclassified as Tiamat. An ancient mural depicting SCP-5659 found within Section C. Description: SCP-5659 is a Class VI theologically-ontokinetic humanoid approximately 20 meters in height. It is currently residing in a hibernation state inside a pocket dimension situated in the sewers underneath Częstochowa, Poland. Although the exact nature and shape of the entity are mostly unknown, it was confirmed that the entity increases in size when negative emotions are present within its vicinity.3 It is theorized that should the entity's size increase to over 100 meters in height, it would emerge from Section B into baseline reality, as a result destroying most of Poland's Silesian Voivodeship. Its subsequent actions and the threat posed by said developments are currently unclear. As such, post-breach protocols are focused on the establishment of thaumaturgic runes suitably sized for re-containing SCP-5659 and deployment of forces purposed for neutralizing the entity. The area surrounding SCP-5659 has been divided into three parts — Section A, Section B, and Section C. Section A designates the central headquarters assigned with the organization and implementation of containment protocols related to SCP-5659. It serves as the monitoring hub for all outputs of all meters located within all three Sections. This hub is located immediately adjacent to Section B. Section B is the spatial disruption within which Section C is located, occupying a approximately 10% of the entire sewer system of Częstochowa. It is a non-Euclidian area, occupying more space than outside observations would suggest. Section C designates the circular room which is the immediate area surrounding SCP-5659. Due to the ban on entry, its exact shape is unknown. From materials found near entry to Section C upon initial discovery,4 it was deduced that SCP-5659 is, or is at least an avatar of, the Slavic god of lust and negative affection, Jarilo. Despite being described as a peaceful deity within most Slavic mythology material, SCP-5659 appears to be heavily aggressive; a satisfactory theory explaining the discrepancy is yet to be determined. Due to this, research into its connection towards another anomalies contained by the Foundation relating to the Slavic mythology — such as SCP-PL-231 — are ongoing. The material found near Section C suggests that the entity had initially entered baseline reality around the year 800 and was contained by local shamans and spiritualists shortly after. It is unknown how humans of that area managed to do so despite evidence suggesting their lack of knowledge of any effective containment methods. Addendum 5659-1: Transcript of material found near Section C The following files are rough translations of material describing SCP-5659 found near Section C during initial discovery. Due to their damaged state, the full transcript is incomplete. (…) and when the world was done, they all looked upon their creation, proud of what they created. Except for him, who saw it as a betrayal — his people whom he had gifted with love dared to see something above him; they dared to love something more than him. And that he saw as the highest act of treason (…) (…) and as he rose from his throne of lust cast in the Earth's deepest pits, he saw the world that changed since his banishment so long ago. For he saw the humans that he hated for so long, he could not bear to stand this what he thought of as a treachery upon the world he helped to create. And they would soon feel his wrath. (…) (…) and they all did feel it. All that ever lived upon the world he made his playground. No matter the age or sex, they all felt it, for the Lord of Lust was finally free. (…) (…) the wrath that burned reached all he could see, and soon all lands of men would feel his fury. Hatred reached for all he could see, as his wrath burned with a passion like none have ever seen before, as the years of banishment he had endured did not lessen his hatred. All, regardless of status, age, and power, saw what he (…) (…) the wise. They channeled all they could as they knew it was the only chance they had. The harmony and unison that could be felt between them made what one could see as one being, one human, one god. The only one to challenge the Lust in centuries (…) No further related material could be recovered. Addendum 5659-2: SCP-5659 fluctuation reports In order to prevent the emergence of SCP-5659, numerous tests with Foundation equipment were performed with said entity in order to attempt to develop better containment methods. The following is a list of reports regarding such attempts. Test #: 02 Procedure: Twenty-three additional Scranton Reality Anchors were added throughout Section B. Result: No results were observed. Test #: 14 Procedure: Entry into Section C was entirely blocked with concrete enhanced with Telekill Alloy. The surroundings of the chamber were soundproofed to obscure any audible emotional responses. Result: No results were observed. Following Test 14 being conducted, all personnel within Section A received the following message telepathically. Run, little sheep. Run while you still can. As a message composed by SCP-5659 was able to breach Sections C and B, Foundation resources far beyond the norm were made available for testing purposes. Test #: 23 Procedure: All entry to Section B, and all activities in the area above, were forbidden for one week. Result: SCP-5659 increased 5 meters in size. Test #: 31 Procedure: Entry into Section B was indefinitely forbidden. All personnel working in Section A were rotated out. Result: SCP-5659 increased 10 meters in size. Test #: 56 Procedure: All thaumaturgic symbology within Section B was recreated with more modern techniques under the direction of D. Asheworth. Section B entirely was filled with Scranton Reality Anchors rotated out of other Foundation projects. Result: No results were observed. Test #: 73 Procedure: All traffic entering and exiting Częstochowa was restricted for two days. Further areas surrounding the section above Section B were quarantined. Result: SCP-5659 increased 10 meters in size. Test #: 82 Procedure: All personnel from the Thaumaturgy Division were permitted to enter Section B. In two days, the amount and quality of thaumaturgic features within it increased three times. Result: SCP-5659 increased 10 meters in size. Test #: 93 Procedure: All personnel in Section A were administered a meme that nullified emotional responses. Result: SCP-5659 increased 25 meters in size. Critical containment failure. Test #: 100 Procedure: All action regarding SCP-5659 was halted. Section A was evacuated. Result: SCP-5659 increased 20 meters in size. Containment Breach imminent. Addendum 5659-3: Emergency Foundation-wide SCP-5659 Notice Official Notice From Site Director D. Asheworth 13/02/2019, 23:54 To everyone — from my project co-workers to fellow Site-120 staff — we're sorry. We're sorry we couldn't have done more. SCP-5659 is going to emerge within the next 24 hours, as a result obliterating the entirety of the Silesian Voivodeship, Site-120, and Esterberg. We will attempt to rescue as many as we possibly can, but Foundation staff are unfortunately top priority. We will not save everyone, that is certain, but we will do as much as we possibly can. Our only hope is that Esterbergians will be able to somehow avoid it through their magic. Overwatch Command authorized the direct usage of Ways in and out of the region — however, due to our limited number of thaumaturgists, we will not be able to maintain them indefinitely. The approximated number of refugees we will be able to hold within Central Europe's Regional Command is around 5% of all individuals living within the region. The GOC and the Serpent's Hand are currently attempting to create a protective circle around the entirety of Silesia, encompassing SCP-5659 within it and potentially allowing us to eliminate it later. We do not know how successful this will be. Naturally, we will devote as many resources as possible to help this goal — however, we cannot guarantee success. The potential damage that will be accounted for if SCP-5659 breaches the outskirts of Poland is still being calculated by O4 Command alongside Overwatch Command, but even without the numbers, I can assure you — it will not be pretty. I have lived through too much to tell myself an emerging god will do no harm. Within the next 24 hours, we will be stationing all available military personnel and experimental weaponry we can prepare within a safe zone of SCP-5659's emergence location. Of course, thinking that victory is assured even with legions of Mobile Task Forces and temporal weaponry would be utterly ludicrous. However, it is the best we have. And it is the best we will ever have. We will not surrender. When the Lord of Lust will be ready, so will we. We will show him that we are more than mere apes he encountered millennia ago, using basic magic and rituals as an attempt to combat gods. With an iron fist we will fight the lord of fear and jealousy when the sun rises from the East. We will be ready, and we will prevail. Brace yourselves friends, for a dawn of mankind is coming. Moments after the expected emergence of SCP-5659 was confirmed, an emergency message was sent to all other Groups of Interest the Foundation was able to reach. The message consisted of a warning of SCP-5659's planned spike in activity and a coalition proposal. Out of all groups to receive this message, the only ones to respond were the GOC, the Serpent's Hand, MC&D, and the Church of the Broken God. A temporary coalition consisting of these groups is currently in the process of forming. Should SCP-5659 properly emerge, all resources are to be devoted to maintaining this coalition for as long as the entity remains uncontained. The amount of time potentially required to properly accomplish this still unknown. Addendum 5659-4: Event-5659 Report Log Despite best Foundation efforts, the number of refugees rescued from Częstochowa peaked at around 2 000 people on 14/02, 10:12, an hour before SCP-5659's planned emergence. As no further civilians could be extracted due to logistical and practical limitations associated with mass panic should the populace be informed of the emergence of SCP-5659, remaining residents continued with their daily lifestyles. Due to a lack of Foundation presence above Section B, a spontaneous civilian rally was recorded taking place at 11:02. The following photo is the only available record of the event transpiring. ▶ Open Image ◀ ▼ Close Image ▼ The exact nature and true purpose (if any) of this event, publically described as a "Romance Festival" are currently unknown. Following this event, SCP-5659 has drastically decreased to the size of 0.002 mm. Further research is currently ongoing. SCP-5659 has been reclassified as Neutralized. Footnotes 1. As determined by biological function meters installed in all SCP-5659 project members. 2. Replacement material used to reinforce these runes is currently located within Section A. 3. These emotions include, but are not limited to anger, frustration, grief, and envy. 4. These materials consist of, among others, written journals, scripts, and rune paintings found within the chamber. 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SCP-5660 | euclid | Coming Soon - Popsioak ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5660 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-5660's THEOCONDUIT can be seen in the middle of the image, in an inactive state. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5660 is to be contained via use of a THEOCONDUIT1 system and a major disinformation campaign encouraging confession of perceived "sins" to PoI-5660. During an SCP-5660-ALIGHIERI event, actions against the word of the Bible are to be committed by 10 Foundation agents, in a 10 meter radius around SCP-5660's THEOCONDUIT. SCP-5660's THEOCONDUIT is to be checked weekly by PoI-5660, in order to restrain SCP-5660-1 in this physical plane of existence. PoI-5660, prior to being a host to SCP-5660-1. Description: SCP-5660 refers to a bottomless sinkhole located 250 meters under Vatican City. SCP-5660 serves as a connection between baseline theological reality and presumably the Christian ideal of Hell, as detailed by Foundation precursor agencies. Most documents of the linked reality are described akin to Dante Alighieri's Inferno - having nine "circles" and a frozen core. An unknown amount of demonic entities are present within SCP-5660. It is known, however, that these demonic entities are currently attempting to enter baseline reality via ascending SCP-5660. Successful attempts are known as ALIGHIERI events, having occurred 171 times previously in recorded history. The motives of these entities are currently unknown. Demonic entities present within SCP-5660 are repelled when one of the 7 ideals of Christian sins are confessed to or performed near SCP-5660 with intent to repent. Prior containment efforts by Foundation predecessor organizations primarily focused on confessing directly into SCP-5660 itself, or performing repentant sinful activity directly next to an uncovered SCP-5660. However, current containment efforts are focused on confessing directly to PoI-5660: Pope Francis I, who was implanted with SCP-5660-1, a miniature cavity within PoI-5660's left tibia. Confessing or performing sinful acts to repent in front of PoI-5660 has the same repulsionary effect. To minimize demonic activity, PoI-5660 was approached by Foundation agents within Vatican City. Interview Log Interviewer: Researcher Isaac Oakton Interviewee: PoI-5660 Foreword: Immediately prior to this interview, PoI-5660 was made aware of the presence of SCP-5660 and SCP-5660-1. The purpose of this interview was to attempt to garner Vatican support in repelling SCP-5660. <BEGIN LOG> [PoI-5660 is saying prayers with his rosary.] PoI-5660: Mercy of God, encompass us, and deliver us from- Oakton: Excuse me, Your Holiness? If we may, could we get the interview going? PoI-5660: Yes, yes. My apologies. Oakton: There are demons attempting to enter our reality. One of these demons has somehow made a hole in… you, Your Holiness. PoI-5660: And you need people and the clergy to sin or confess in front of me? To close this hole? Oakton: Well, no. The hole's a sorta portal for the actual… sin juice to flow to these demons. Sadly, it's too risky to attempt a bone graft or something similar to actually close this wholly. [PoI-5660 furrows his brow.] PoI-5660: I suppose if it is good for humanity, then this is what the Lord hath decreed for me, as my divine purpose. What is your plan? Oakton: Currently, we don't know how many Tartarean class entities are attempting to climb up. However, it- we do know that performing sinful acts near or into the hole- PoI-5660: Which has been covered up. Oakton: Which has been covered up, or confessing them, to a lesser extent, repels them. However, your portal in your bone? It can do the same, and it siphons that energy that your holy disdain for these acts produces, and counteracts their climb, if that makes any sense. PoI-5660: Some. Where are we planning to perform these actions? How many times per day? Oakton: Wherever you may open up, Your Holiness. The whole of the Vatican, perhaps? Even if not, if you could restrict one confession chamber to just this, that would be phenomenal. On the time portion… once per day per sin. [PoI-5660 deliberates for 12 seconds, before looking mildly uncomfortable.] PoI-5660: Pride, wrath, greed, gluttony- all these should be easy to confess, no? As for lust- Oakton: Sadly, Your Holiness, yes. To repel Arbor class entities, yes. PoI-5660: Ave Maria. [PoI-5660 sighs.] I never believed my blessing by Him would force me to this. But, it is a weight that hangs heavy upon me. How long until the hole closes up? Oakton: The one in your bone, or the one in the ground? PoI-5660: My bone. And remind me of the classes of these demons? What risk they pose? It's all a lot for me. A lot of terrifying knowledge. Oakton: Apologies for that disquieting news, but you'll stay holey for awhile, Your Holiness. [PoI-5660 remains silent for 10 seconds.] PoI-5660: Did the sinning start yet, or- <END LOG> Incident Log - Avoided ALIGHIERI Event On August 13th, 2021, 13 tremors were felt below the Vatican. Temperatures within a 20 km radius spontaneously increased by an average of 3 degrees Celsius for approximately two hours. Foundation attempts at recontainment proved unsuccessful. In haste, the first test run of attempting a shutdown of the impending ALIGHIERI event via utilization of PoI-5660 was approved. 32 sins were committed in front of PoI-5660, including aggravated and painless assault, boasting, gossiping, idolatry, and incessant swearing. All actions proved effective in repelling SCP-5660, according to THEOCONDUIT readings. PoI-5660 expressed discomfort in having these actions performed in front of him, though affirmed he would be open to future containment efforts. Approximately 30 minutes after successful repulsion, SCP-5660-1 produced a series of vocalizations for the first time. PoI-5660 reported no physical discomfort. Foundation spectrogram analysis is currently pending. Interview Log Post-ALIGHIERI Event Interviewer: Researcher Isaac Oakton Interviewee: PoI-5660 Foreword: PoI-5660 requested an interview immediately following the previous ALIGHIERI event. The request was granted, and an interview time was set up. The nature of this interview is kept casual as Researcher Oakton and PoI-5660 walk around the grounds of the Vatican in order to reduce stress on PoI-5660. <BEGIN LOG> [PoI-5660 is shaking his head, as the two walk away from the THEOCONDUIT.] PoI-5660: This isn't a joke, is it? What they can do? Oakton: Of all the possible topics you'd think I'd joke about with you, Your Holiness, forcing the Pope to watch people fuck to repel world-ending demons is nowhere on that list. PoI-5660: Oh Lord. Granted, I worked as a bouncer for a few years, and I have seen my fair share of dirty actions, but still. [Researcher Oakton winces, looking up at the sky, then at the ground.] Oakton: My sincerest apologies for the vulgarity, Your Holiness. But you can see what they're capable of, no? PoI-5660: Well yes, but the end of times- This is not how it was supposed to go. Oakton: At times, Your Holiness, there's a few things we have to do. How's the saying go: "God helps those who help themselves?" PoI-5660: Yes, I've heard of it. I suppose it's apt in this situation. Oakton: That it is. PoI-5660: If I must be honest, Oakton? I am scared. I have feared God for most of my life. However, this is nothing like that. Raw, primal fear. I have scoured the Vatican's archives. I have found where they have appeared in ages past. [Oakton tentatively places a hand on PoI-5660's shoulder, then removes it, as they stroll through the garden.] Oakton: It's concerning, yes. But it's nothing we cannot handle. I've never been much of a religious man. Not to say I don't believe in god, but… it's a tad confusing, to put it lightly. The whole of it is. [PoI-5660 stifles a laugh, as he smiles at a nearby tree.] Oakton: Yes, that wasn't intentional that time, but I can't help but think. We can prevail. We have in the past. Even if you do not look at such actions as the parting of the Red Sea, or Noah and his ark, we as a race are equally, if not more powerful. PoI-5660: That is motivating. Bless you, Oakton. Oakton: I must confess, Your Holiness. I too am scared. But this thing feeds off of what we give it. So I plan to show it none, Your Holiness. I hope you do not, either. We can't live in fear. We must live with joy, and hope we can choke out whatever sins this thing requires. PoI-5660: Wise words. Perhaps you should be a motivational speaker. [Researcher Oakton chuckles.] Oakton: Your Holiness, I've not got many experiences I can use to motivate people. It'd probably just depress the shit out of them. PoI-5660: I thought we stopped the incessant cursing, no? Unless there's trembles I can't notice- [PoI-5660 feigns fear, as Researcher Oakton shakes his head.] Oakton: You're a pleasant man, Your Holiness. A little extra push always helps to cleanse me of my sins. At the end of it? I truly believe we've got this, Your Holiness. PoI-5660: I hope so, Oakton. I hope so. May God bless us with his unending mercy. <END LOG> Email Correspondence To: Vatican Anomaly Command2 From: Researcher Oakton Subject: Re:5660 Your Holiness, Efforts made by the Church to assist in containment have proven most effective - the confession chamber that has been set up in your vicinity has singlehandedly reduced ALIGHIERI events by tenfold. Further recommendations include increased importance to be placed on being absolved of one's sins during daily prayer. Godspeed, Researcher Oakton To: Researcher Oakton From: Vatican Anomaly Command Subject: Re:5660 Dear Oakton, The Church is pleased to hear of such good tidings. You were right to say we ought not to fear. We have a few ideas in mind - Your Holiness wishes to know how many newspapers worldwide that you can get a hold of? Godspeed, The Vatican To: Vatican Anomaly Command From: Researcher Oakton Subject: Re:5660 Your Holiness, I am pleased to say the print ads placed in local newspapers have increased the amount of people that repent their sins and confess. At this point, ALIGHIERI events have reduced in incidence so sharply, that the Foundation is considering an official congratulations to be placed on the Vatican itself. Sincerely, Researcher Oakton To: Researcher Oakton From: Vatican Anomaly Command Subject: Re:5660 Dear Oakton, The Church requests no such congratulations - the wellbeing of the clergy is enough. After the relatively negative representation The Church has received, I'm very happy to hear that we're turning to a positive effort. Instead, I'd like to request further attempts at containment. What was it you said? It's impossible to stop the sin from entering the person as long as the devil exists - instead, we must confront our sins. Something like that. I remember you saying "choke" once or twice. No matter. Godspeed, Your Holiness, Pope Francis I Interview Log Interviewer: Researcher Oakton Interviewee: PoI-5660 Foreword: PoI-5660 requested the following interview to finalize plans to further decrease the incidence of ALIGHIERI events. PoI-5660: If I'm going to be honest with you here, Oakton, we must defeat this decisively. Deliver a finishing, holy blow, as it were. Oakton: I am pleased to hear that. PoI-5660: I have spent some time concerning this, and debating about what needs to be done. Oakton: Do tell. [PoI-5660 looks determined as he nods towards Researcher Oakton.] PoI-5660: We choke these devils out. Rid them of most, if not all food in the surrounding area. [Researcher Oakton nods slowly, gesturing for PoI-5660 to continue.] PoI-5660: We know they are weakened when sins are confessed. However, our internal studies have shown the younger generations are not as… attuned to doing so. Oakton: So- [PoI-5660 taps his forehead as he smiles knowingly.] PoI-5660: So I have taken it upon myself to create a plan without the VAC's knowledge. One I feel will work exceptionally well. [PoI-5660 places a paper onto the table, pointing at a specific portion of it.] PoI-5660: Start here. [Researcher Oakton takes a moment to look through the plan. He then circles one portion of it, and writes a few sentences in the margin.] Oakton: I'd suggest adding some cooperation. A sudden uptick of one of the major religions trying to spread its… wares of confession everywhere would likely be unwise. PoI-5660: And more is always better. Oakton: This is far-reaching, Your Holiness, be warned. PoI-5660: I am aware. But it is nothing we cannot handle, as absurd as it sounds. Thankfully, we spend time away from endless cursing at me to something a tad more… friendly, as it were. [PoI-5660 taps the paper, looking to Researcher Oakton periodically.] PoI-5660: It is true we must tap a number of industries for our use. Preposterous, to any sane person. What we are dealing with however, is not sane. But this is for the greater good. [PoI-5660 removes a phone from his pocket, tapping a few numbers, before putting it away. Researcher Oakton nods, impressed.] Oakton: I am blown away, Your Holiness. Very thorough. PoI-5660: I tried to follow in the footsteps of those who came before me. Oakton: I see resolve shining in your eyes like a diamond, Your Holiness. I did not expect this from you. [PoI-5660 chuckles softly.] PoI-5660: I used to be a janitor. You would be tricking yourself if you thought I did not know how to take out the trash. <END LOG> PROPOSAL TO INCREASE CHURCH PRESENCE WITHIN THE ONLINE-SPHERE: OPERATION RADDAGHER We, the Church, recognize that the day upon which the Devils stop their attempts is soon upon us. The proverbial final nail in the coffin is soon upon us. To ensure their death, we propose the following - Increased YouTube videos that encourage members of the church to absolve their sins Increased public appearances by Pope Francis I, His Holiness, to ensure that more sins directly enter The Cavity Further print ads designed to spark fear in the populace Coordinated efforts with other religions to attempt to confess sins and draw a clear boundary between confession and conversion Funding the video game industry to involve games that concern absolution of sins [COMPLETE: SEE DANTE'S INFERNO] Examine the Large Cavity to ascertain the origin of these Beasts We firmly believe that following these actions will ensure a total annihilation of the Devil himself, and cement safety of the clergy as a whole. Godspeed, the Church. Approved by the SCP Foundation. Approved by His Holiness. Interview Log Interviewer: Researcher Isaac Oakton Interviewee: PoI-5660 Foreword: PoI-5660 requested a casual interview with Researcher Oakton. Given the overall efficacy of containment procedures by Vatican Anomaly Command, this request was approved as a congratulations. <BEGIN LOG> Oakton: Hello, Your Holiness. What is the reason for this interview, may I ask? [The two are strolling through the gardens again. PoI-5660 stands near a nearby column. He spends five seconds examining it from top to bottom, then turns to Researcher Oakton.] PoI-5660: No reason. I simply wanted to talk. Enjoy company, as it were. Oakton: I see. What's on your mind, Your Holiness? PoI-5660: Might I request for you to drop the honorific? Just for now. Oakton: Of course. PoI-5660: Thank you. [Researcher Oakton shakes his head, extending his arms in front of him dismissively. PoI-5660 takes his arms, and shakes them, looking Researcher Oakton in the eye.] PoI-5660: Oakton, I must say the last few weeks we've spent together have been an honor for me to have. Oakton: No, no, I should say the same to you - granted, we didn't meet in the best of occasions, but nevertheless, it was enjoyable. PoI-5660: Oakton, sit with me. [PoI-5660 gestures to a nearby bench. He sits down, patting the space next to him. Oakton sits. As PoI-5660 speaks, he smirks.] PoI-5660: This has been a beautiful change of pace - the stopping of constant meetings, public appearances, and the like. Despite being chosen by His grace, it is tiring. I wonder how Jesus did it all. Oakton: Who knows? PoI-5660: If I must be honest, I was always quite fearful of the whole situation. Fearful, but determined. That's the key. Even if we did a lot, and I reiterate, a lot of amazing stuff, we approached it and persevered. Oakton: True. That is true. PoI-5660: It's all turned out for the better, however. We have truly helped the clergy, the downtrodden, the whole of the planet itself. Eh? Oakton: Oh hell, you've got to be kidding me. [PoI-5660 lets out an uncharacteristically loud laugh, wiping tears from his eyes. Researcher Oakton looks at PoI-5660, a soft look in his eyes.] PoI-5660: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I had to. God's- Oakton: Will, and all that. Yes. Jesus willed it as so, saw it this far in history. As if God made you Pope to ensure that you could tell dad jokes for the rest of eternity. Perhaps that's why you used to go by "Father." PoI-5660: That's one better, good Isaac. You said my resolve was shining like a diamond. Is it still there? Oakton: That it is, good Francis. PoI-5660: That it is. [PoI-5660 and Researcher Oakton stare at each other with a smile for approximately 20 seconds. They embrace, and sit silently looking at the THEOCONDUIT.] Oakton: We did good work. PoI-5660: But there's more to do, Isaac. <END LOG> Incident Log One day after the previous interview log, tectonic and temperature anomalies lower in strength compared to the previous ALIGHIERI event appeared for approximately 30 minutes, reducing temperature in a radius of 1 km to 12 degrees Celsius. 11 sins were confessed to PoI-5660, all of which proved effective in repelling demonic entities. No vocalizations were emitted by SCP-5660. Instead, loud scratching noises and screams could be heard, for two minutes. Due to a lack of all qualifying factors for an ALIGHIERI event, this event has been recorded as a "related event." It is theorized that the lack of initial power compared to other ALIGHIERI events is due to efforts made by the Vatican Anomaly Command. Official congratulations are currently pending approval by the O5 Council. Email Correspondence To: Vatican Anomaly Command From: Researcher Oakton Subject: Re:5660 Your Holiness, Your proposal, in practice, certainly is very effective. The Foundation will attempt to support it in any way possible. The following seems true - this may be the last bit of communication we need to have with each other for the foreseeable future. If it is, it truly has been a blessing to work with you, Your Holiness. I enjoyed our time together. Sincerely, Researcher Oakton To: Researcher Oakton From: Vatican Anomaly Command Subject: Re:5660 Dear Oakton, Though our time together is up, you can always come reach me, my friend. It has been God's blessing for me to work with you too. I enjoyed every passing second of it. Sincerely, Your Holiness, Your Friend, Pope Francis I Following no attempted ALIGHIERI events for approximately 4 months, Foundation personnel temporarily relocated the THEOCONDUIT to attempt to examine SCP-5660 at a deeper level. Tethered cameras were sent down SCP-5660, with no notable sights for four days. At a depth of approximately 44 km, Foundation cameras recorded the following image, along with a vocalization from SCP-56603. The pictured skeletal structure, nearly 20 meters in length, was embedded into SCP-5660's wall. No removal attempts were successful. The skeleton did not resemble any animals present in baseline reality — however, bone marrow analysis suggests the cause of death as experiencing starvation as a typical animal might. Tectonic and temperature anomalies have not subsided, though unmeltable ice is now present in deeper levels of SCP-5660. No further activity has been noted from demonic entities present within SCP-5660. Footnotes 1. Technology designed to siphon Akiva radiation and Tartarean Resonance Energy from surrounding godlike or demonic entities. 2. A group created within the Vatican, consisting of bishops and headed by PoI-5660 to assist in containment of SCP-5660 and other Catholic anomalies. 3. Spectrogram analysis revealed the repeating imagery of a cobra. |
SCP-5661 | safe | by stormbreath Item #: SCP-5661 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the location of SCP-5661, it is currently impossible that civilians will reach it. However, the possibility remains for civilian detection. As such, any attempts to seismically analyze the Earth must have a Foundation embed. Should evidence of SCP-5661 be discovered, this embed is to remove any and all such evidence, contacting MTF Eta-8 for amnestic treatment if necessary. Description: SCP-5661 is a spherical chamber, approximately 1200 meters in diameter located at the exact center of the Earth's core. Although SCP-5661 can be detected through nonanomalous methods, it can only currently be reached through anomalous means. The interior of SCP-5661 is anomalously capable of supporting life. The extreme heat, pressure and gravity that would be expected from the location of SCP-5661 are not present within SCP-5661: rather, it possesses a constant temperature of approximately 290 degrees Kelvin. Despite SCP-5661 being a near-perfect vacuum, living organisms are able to respirate without ill-effect, and sound travels regardless of the lack of atmosphere. Gravity is oriented to the surface of the Earth. At the center of SCP-5661 is a spherical spatial distortion (designated SCP-5661-1) with a diameter of approximately 600 meters containing two anomalous entities (designated SCP-5661-KORE and SCP-5661-SATURN). SCP-5661-1 is subject to massive fluctuations in temperature, pressure, gravity, time, pH, light and other factors at random. It generally produces 100 lux of light at any given time. SCP-5661-KORE is a humanoid entity physically resembling an adult Homo sapiens idaltu, with immediately obvious anomalies. SCP-5661-KORE is able to heal injuries by emitting flashes of light exceeding 50,000 lux, after which all physical trauma will be removed. SCP-5661-KORE is constantly holding a sword made of an unknown white metal, which is repaired during the aforementioned healing process. SCP-5661-SATURN is a large vaguely humanoid entity, resembling a highly emaciated human male. SCP-5661-SATURN possesses a number of nonhuman features, including greatly distended limbs, an additional ten arms, large horns, and dark grey skin. SCP-5661-SATURN possesses the ability to rapidly regenerate lost mass and/or injuries; separated body parts disintegrate when separated. ADDENDUM 5661.A On July 15th, 1965, a lone member of the Serpent's Hand opened a Way into SCP-5661, set up art supplies and began to paint SCP-5661-1. Foundation agents were within SCP-5661 at the time, but located at a significant distance from the member of the Serpent's Hand. Although the agents immediately attempted to apprehend to the member of the Hand, the Hand member had ample time to escape. However, a large collection of objects was left behind at the time, including the following: I Love You, Mama Ages and ages and ages ago, Just as man began to know fear, A devil came to earth. Rising from the black dirt, It made a demand of the world. A wish to feast, a wish to eat: The hearts of a hundred infants, The teeth of a thousand more. All of this and much else. The people bowed down in fear and offered up bountiful harvest. And so it slunk under the world. But it would return again, And so on and so on, for centuries. Until a girl, of but few years, Grabbed her father's white sword, Recieved her mother's kiss, And stood before her demon. The beast laughed and laughed, And filled the canyons with mirth. But his opponent was undaunted: She merely took her gleaming sword, And spat in his face. He tore her to shreads on the spot. The corpse lay broken on the ground. But then she picked herself up, And stood immortal forever. The champion took her brilliant blade And split the ground itself. A chasm opened in the world, Down to the very crux of the world, Eating her wretched enemy. She followed, blade in hand Never to return again, nor to rest Nor to see the light of day, And to never know defeat or cowardice. ADDENDUM 5661.B SCP-5661-KORE and SCP-5661-SATURN have been engaged in physical combat for the entirety of the time in which they have been observed by the Foundation. Each is able to navigate and move freely within SCP-5661-1 without issue, and both frequently use this ability to navigate during the fight. The pair frequently converse in what has been tentatively identified as Proto-Afroasiatic. As Proto-Afroasiatic remains undeciphered, the content of this speech is unknown. Since the beginning of observation, the fight has been markedly one-sided. SCP-5661-KORE is rarely injured by SCP-5661-SATURN, and quickly heals from any injuries. SCP-5661-SATURN spends the overwhelming majority of its time either attempting to flee from SCP-5661-KORE or failing to negotiate with it. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5661" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5661. 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-5662 | euclid | Act III: Life and Depth - Popsioak ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} A section of SCP-5662, with an inactive SCP-5662-1 instance in the background. Nonanomalous fauna can be seen in the foreground. Item Number: 5662 Object Class/Clearance: Euclid/Two Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5662 is to be cordoned off from commercial and research vessel routes, and declared hazardous for travel. Refrigeration systems, along with visual and audio recording systems are set up around collected SCP-5662-1 material, and logs are to be reviewed nightly. In the event of a SCP-5662-1 activation, the plot of the event is to be recorded thoroughly. Exploration of SCP-5662 is forbidden. Description: SCP-5662 is a roughly circular section of the Arctic Ocean, approximately 20 km in diameter, located near northern Russia. SCP-5662 contains a number of free-floating icebergs and ice shelves, designated SCP-5662-1. Instances of SCP-5662-1 randomly will display short, benign visual anomalies on specific sections of its structure that are roughly at a 90 degree angle. These anomalies create corresponding audio once viewed, and only while being viewed. The origin of SCP-5662-1 instances' projections are currently unknown, and it is unknown as to how an SCP-5662-1 instance can detect whether or not it is currently being viewed. As long as recording equipment or a viewer is looking at SCP-5662-1, sounds produced by the instance are audible, even if the listener is within diving gear or a vehicle. All report audio quality similar to modern earphones or speakers. All visual anomalies produced by SCP-5662 are of video quality similar to a home video camera, shaky and poor. Content of these anomalies vary — though most are related to PoI-5662, marine biologist Pierre Currant, former host of Down Down Deep with Dr. Currant, a weekly half-hour documentary series focused on the flora and fauna present in the Mesophalagic zone1 and lower. Related documentation is attached below. Addendum 1 - SCP-5662-1 Analysis and Discovery PoI-5662. SCP-5662's effects were discovered following the delay of a shipping vessel carrying floating bath toys, cars, and furniture by approximately two days. The captain reported seeing "visions of life" on ice as the ship passed through SCP-5662's area of effect, and was severely reprimanded by the vessel's company for the delay. The reason for the delay as detailed in the report was brought to the attention of Foundation plants, and a temporary containment area was established. Upon initial containment, SCP-5662-1 instances displayed no anomalous effects for approximately a week. During this time, analysis of SCP-5662-1 instances' composition was performed. Results are attached below. REPORT: INITIAL CHEMICAL ANALYSIS Roughly 3 kg of material was collected from 12 different SCP-5662-1 instances. Chemical analysis revealed the majority of SCP-5662-1 instances to be composed of nonanomalous crystalline water formations. However, microscopic scans showed the presence of bioluminescent bacterium, similar in structure to S. aureus. These bacterium were shaped similar to satellite discs, and reacted to stimulation synchronously, as a hive-like entity. Testing with microwaves and radio waves elicited no response. Smaller collected instances, however, continued to manifest the same anomalies as larger SCP-5662-1 instances. For this reason, testing is to be performed with collected SCP-5662-1 instances. Initial SCP-5662-1 projections were of the opening sequence of the first episode of Down Down Deep. A transcript is attached below. <BEGIN LOG> [After a brief countdown and moments of static, the title for the show appears, set against a dark blue background. Occasional specks of dust and minor errors in film show as the camera continues rolling. As the camera zooms out, the title fades, revealing that the previous background was the back of a humpback whale. The camera follows the whale as it breaks the surface of the water, then dives under, at which point it switches to a view of PoI-5662 on a sailboat. As PoI-5662 speaks, he walks around the boat, pulling at rigging and rope, not looking at the camera once.] PoI-5662: Sometimes, people ask me why I find the ocean so astounding. The answer is simple, my dear friends. We all came from the ocean, and we will all return to it, just like a big loop. [Silence] Do you know of the rain cycle, my friend? How it falls down, only to evaporate back into the sky? Sometimes, I feel like rain. Maybe you do too. Very happy, and then we rain back down to the ground. But we will always go back up again. And the ocean, the ocean is only the biggest form of that. [Laughs] It is a beautiful thing, life. [PoI-5662 sighs, before tapping his forehead.] PoI-5662: For what I think, the ocean is a weightless place. Your worries and the like can all be lost. You need to rely on nothing to simply float. It is a carefree place — that of dreams. [PoI-5662 gestures for the viewer to follow him, before slowly pointing at the ocean on the port side of the ship.] PoI-5662: So come, come my dear friends. Relax your body, quiet your mind, and let the current whisk you away on a journey down, down deep. <END LOG> WARNING: APPROPRIATE CLEARANCE NECESSARY. The following logs are for personnel with Level 2 clearance and above. If you do not have appropriate clearance, do not attempt to view the following logs. You are being watched. Addendum 2 - Exploration Logs Foreword: Junior Researcher Lee Fen, due to experience with diving and aquatic anomalies, was assigned for further research into movements of SCP-5662-1 instances. While doing so, a particular SCP-5662-1 instance was found to extend further into the mesopelagic zone than expected. Equipped with an experimental reinforced submersible, Researcher Fen was approved to perform a series of recorded expeditions to collect further data on this instance. The following is a transcript of the first and final expedition. <BEGIN LOG> [The camera atop the submersible Obra Dinn shows Fen talking with the captain of the ship from which the Dinn is being launched.] Fen: Alright, heading off. See you. Captain: Yep. See you. Stay frosty! Or, er, warm. The view from the Obra Dinn. [Fen shuts the hatch of the Dinn as he waves goodbye.] Fen: Ha. Yeah, yeah, I'll be sure. [The camera view then switches to inside the submersible. It is fairly spacious, roughly the size of a small walk-in closet. Fen holds the camera, speaking into it.] Fen: This is Lee Fen. If you are asking, yes, I am indeed underwater. I am here to er, bootleg a TV show, I guess. Seemed like a fairly easy job, plus a decent distraction, so here I am. Got supplies, and I'll be down here for… a couple of days. Two? Two. [Fen removes a small candy bar from his pocket, slowly taking small bites.] Fen: This is likely the last bit of chocolate I'll taste for awhile. The last bit of uhm, decent tasting chocolate, I guess. I must savor it. Otherwise I'll have to lubricate the packs with my spit to rehydrate them to some semblance of this taste. [On finishing, Fen wipes his hands on his pants. He adjusts the camera slightly, ensuring it can see both him and outside, where the SCP-5662-1 instance can be seen. Fen looks at it.] Fen: Isn't it beautiful? Bit boring, predictable, and very very white, but otherwise, beautiful. [Fen takes the wrapper of the chocolate bar out of his pocket, holding it up, before throwing it out .] Fen: Ah, who am I kidding? I'm gonna be fucking, like, Tom Hanks by the end of this. Speaking to candy bar wrappers for company. [Mockingly] Oh, hey Hershey. How're the kids? Melted at all? Ah, ah yes, great. Absolutely fucking perfect. [Fen sighs, looking outside for approximately five minutes, before speaking softly.] Fen: It reminds me too much of up there. <20 minutes of extraneous recording removed.> Fen: Well, it looks like it's happening! Sweet. [The camera flips to a view outside of the submersible.] [The video starts with PoI-5662 holding a small, closed tube filled with water while sitting on a lower level of a sailboat. Upon closer inspection, the video reveals that it contains krill, as PoI-5662 begins to speak. The video follows Fen as the Dinn continues to sink.] PoI-5662, with a krill on his finger. PoI-5662: Krill. So, so small. They look quite… scary at that view, don't they dear friend? [Laughs] Fear not. They won't harm you, even if you come upon them in the wild. Though, it would be difficult for you to notice them. They feed on plankton, the little ones of any ocean ecosystem. [PoI-5662 swirls the tube, causing the krill inside to move.] PoI-5662: It's astounding though, is it not? Every step of every level of our ocean, something is living. From the very, very small, to the very very big. Do you know that whale you saw at the beginning, dear friend? Did you know it actually eats these little ones? Isn't that amazing? Something so big swallowing and being filled by something so small. It makes you think. [PoI-5662 sets down the tube, and removes a single krill from it, briefly. He then puts it back.] PoI-5662: As some of you may know, I have fallen on hard times. I am banking on this show to help me survive, just like the whale, well the baleen type, banks that there will be these little ones to feed it. But all of these are something small. Just like the whale eats the krill, and lets them er, go, later, so too is that small. I trust that you, dear friend, are struggling with something. Perhaps you fear for a job, or perhaps your school, or maybe even worry for your loved one, be it relative or someone special. The krill flow around mainly by ocean currents — the problems cannot control where they go. But instead, the whale simply swallows them, and— [Static]] [The video fades out as the event ends. The inner camera view returns, showing Fen reading a book.] Fen: Thank god. It was fucking loud. I don't need to be preached at by… some fucking ice. You know what I have to say about that? [Fen removes a small cooler from a shelf of the submersible. He removes two cubes of ice, and places them into his thermos of water. He then takes multiple long sips.] Fen: There. Suck it. I guess. I don't know. At least the thing was recording. [Fen continues to sip, slower and slower. All of a sudden, he puts down the book quickly, bookmarking his page.] Fen: Urgh. Why do I do this to myself? It's that book. It's not like— Like I have a problem with it. It's just the character. I guess. I don't quite know myself. I don't like how prying it all is though. Even under here, you're, or I am, at least, reminded of it. [Fen sits silently for a few minutes, rubbing his temple.] Fen: Everywhere, you know what I mean? You just see it everywhere. And it's not fun and you spend literal hours of your time worrying about this sort of thing. Absolutely fucking pain, camera. It sucks so fucking bad. [Fen briefly clenches his stomach, weakly chuckling.] Fen: Haha, it's funny. It's like— I dunno, like I'm some masochist or something. I don't like the pain, but thinking about h- it, well it causes it to come on, and then I end up getting used to it some, I guess. And it's all I can think about. [Fen tosses his book at the opposite wall. The Dinn briefly tilts, before returning to equilibrium.] Fen: Jesus. You end up, like. Rationalizing it? I don't know. It's hard to explain, and I guess I'm waxing poetic, s— [Another event begins as Fen speaks. Fen quiets, and flips camera view to outside.] PoI-5662: I hope you'll come talk to me again, my dear friend, where the waves crash against the shore. Until next time, au revoir. [A loud "Cut!" can be heard, and PoI-5662 rubs the bridge of his nose. A man with a thick beard, wire-frame glasses, and a bald head comes to talk with PoI-5662.] Unidentified: Pierre, you— You gotta understand, no one's into the ocean anymore. It's all space now. Space and dinosaurs. PoI-5662: No, no. That cannot be. I will not allow it to be. There's got to be viewers for us, somewhere. Unidentified: Thankfully, it's not enough for the network to put us on the chopping block, but it's just barely enough to keep us afloat. You're— I don't know how to put it gently. PoI-5662: Then put it sharply. I will take it. You know me, Jakob. [Jakob sighs, removes his glasses, and wipes them. Putting them back on, he taps his clipboard, before nodding.] Jakob: You see this, Pierre? Your bottom line is… not enough to fulfill your promise. You know, to— PoI-5662: Make it. I don't care how. Slice my salary, cut down on the amount of food present on deck. You know Kristen ends up sick anyways. You will ensure that promise is kept, Jakob. Jakob: A-alright. Sure. We'll do it. [PoI-5662 claps Jakob's back, grinning.] PoI-5662: Good man. [Jakob walks away. PoI-5662 ensures Jakob is out of sight, then sits back down, breathing deeply.] PoI-5662: Alright Pierre. Recall, out of the spiral. Out of the whirlpool. Do not fret. Do not worry. [The event ends.] <80 minutes of extraneous recording removed.> Fen: -know I'm rambling, but it's. I don't know. What even is the point of me talking here? It's not like anyone listens, here or otherwise. For all they know, I'm just Lee Fen, Junior Researcher, guy-we-only-tapped-because-you're-good-at-water-stuff-and-we-know-jack-about-you. Yeah, that's who I am. It… makes sense, I guess. [Fen takes another card from a stack, and adds it to a tower to his right, grinning.] Fen: Aaaand… There. Got it. Surprisingly, I have to commend the tech folks for making something this impressive. It's stable enough for this shit. But, fuck, I'm bored. I'm so fucking bored. [Fen crouches, looking through the small bookshelf under his bed.] Fen: Read, read, read, read, read. Couldn't give me any new material, could you? All basic college textbooks. Hell, I could recite this one from heart. [Fen takes another drink from his thermos, then wipes his lips.] Fen: I'm parched. Heh, "parched." Good word. Reminds me of what they- sh- it. It used to say. God, I miss that. A lot. [Fen sighs.] Fen: You know, Fen, it's. It's ok. You'll be ok, no matter what answer you get. You'll be ok. Don't worry. [Fen grins, holding a thumbs up for approximately 10 seconds, before shaking his head repeatedly, putting the thumb back down.] Fen: Oh, I'm fucking joking. It's been three fucking months. Goddamnit, Fen. If your supervisor saw you have a nervous breakdown on camera, hoo boy, would that suck. [He laughs, hyperventilating and having minor spasms in his hand.] Fen: It's not the same. It's late. I mean, it always looks late out now, but like- You get what I mean, camera. You get it. [Fen retrieves a small blanket from the other side of the Dinn. The Dinn hums as Fen wraps the blanket around himself, and goes to sleep.] <45 minutes of extraneous recording removed.> [Fen is still asleep. Another event begins, with the outer camera automatically switching upon detecting audio from SCP-5662-1. The size of this projection is considerably larger than previous manifestations. PoI-5662, considerably younger, is in a tuxedo, speaking into a microphone.] PoI-5662: All I can say today, is how blessed I am to be with you all. Especially you. So, so blessed. But come, come, let's toast, my dear friends. Let's toast. Unidentified Female: To somewhere deep, deep down. Many Voices: To somewhere deep, deep down! [The event ends.] <329 minutes of extraneous recording removed.> The view from the outside of the Obra Dinn. [Fen awakens. The submersible is shaken by a passing jellyfish.] Fen: Thank god I can't see out there. Those things are fucking terrifying. Wouldn't even imagine them in my worst dreams. [Fen shudders, before lifting up the wrapper from earlier.] Fen: Well, the one form of comfort I have. Don't fail me now. [Fen picks at crumbs in the wrapper, licking it clean. He then turns to the camera.] Fen: Oi. Don't fucking look at me, Cam. [Fen coughs, choking briefly.] Fen: God, I hate this. I came here to get away, not be in mortal terror. If I wanted that all I needed to do was think. Wish my fucking brain'd turn off with this shit too. [The Dinn hums, its lights flickering.] Fen: Yeah, thanks Dinn. Great help. [He sighs, humming a small, slow song.] Fen: This was her favorite, know that? I got into it cause of her. [He chuckles, taking out a book to read as the event starts. Fen then puts the book down, looking out the window, switching the camera to the outer view. PoI-5662 is talking to an unidentified female, off camera, as he sits on a lawnchair, sipping from a mug.] PoI-5662: Have I ever told you of the real reason I loved the ocean? Unidentified Female: No, no you haven't. PoI-5662: I really… I loved what laid within. It was a mystery. It still is. I can't tell you what is under there. I don't know that anyone could. But it's… it's not like anyone quite understands. It's all money, money, money. A speech barely pays now. I can hardly keep the donations going. My promise, and all that— Unidentified Female: I know, I know you worry, Pierre. I've known you long enough, since you were in diapers. PoI-5662: I thank you for that. For all of it, even you cleaning up my… droppings. [PoI-5662 sighs.] Sadly, optimism and hope doesn't pay the bills, nor… dissuade anything. Unidentified Female: It's not one of your famous quotes, but let me try to put it in a way you'll understand. Do you remember when we used to travel around for your show? Before, you know, the thing. PoI-5662: How could I forget? Unidentified Female: The spark that was in your eyes was a wild one. So full of light. Even when you talked about wanting to go far down as you possibly could with her, and the studio quickly saying that it wouldn't cover insurance, you still… were happy. You had that spark. It's not gone yet, but it's fading. PoI-5662: That is something I hope. I miss her greatly. Unidentified Female: I know you do. I know. PoI-5662: I'm sorry for sounding like a broken record. [The event fades. Fen wipes his eyes.] Fen: See— that's. That's it. Like, that's it. You know what I mean? I don't know if you do, but that's it. That's what I feel like. That's what I think of and that's what that… song makes me feel like. I think like that every day about it, you see. And I wish I could distill it somewhere, and just…use it for something, man. But I don't know. I'm rambling. I just miss… that feeling of just floating in space, in orbit, but still being firmly rooted on the ground. It's an amazing one. I wish I could tell her. [Fen looks out the window.] Fen: I guess… I don't know. I haven't done much. It's not as if anyone'd miss me. But at least this thing… speaks to me. Whatever it is. The ocean knows. And the currents can take me wherever they want. [Fen rubs the wrapper in his pocket.] Fen: I miss feeling right. But the water feels… better, in a way. Familiar. I don't need to think of her. Or worry about her answer. This… feeling is strange. But it. It won't change. I don't think it will. Might be thoughts, might be anxiety, might be worries. <32 minutes of extraneous recording removed.> [A soft clunk is heard as an event begins. As the Dinn sinks, lights can be seen off in the distance, organized in a grid. Small amounts of smoke can be seen exiting the tops of a row of cubic shapes nearby. PoI-5662 is speaking directly into the camera.] The view from the outside of the Obra Dinn. PoI-5662: I believe the show will do just fine without me. I have entrusted it to someone, or something, I know I can trust. Technology is wonderful. [PoI-5662 continues to speak as Fen exits the submersible in proper diving equipment. Fen can be seen walking away, out of sight, despite immense water pressure.] PoI-5662: In truth, life is difficult. But it will come to pass. You will understand your feelings. And they will not let you go. You may believe they do, but they will not. Love never fades. The currents only whisk it away. Sometimes the currents are strong. Sometimes they are weaker than your love. But it never truly fades. [PoI-5662 smiles. His face disappears, replaced with a large white blob that takes up the entirety of the visible portion of the SCP-5662-1 instance.] PoI-5662: So, come my dear friends. Let's worry about you. Meet me where it's down, down deep. I'll be there, waiting. Let's just talk about it. Maybe we can make a difference then. [As the event ends, the camera zooms out, revealing the large white moving entity in the video to be a phytoplankton, which is eaten by a krill. The Obra Dinn was recovered a day after, upon the expedition's completion. No remains of Junior Researcher Fen were found, except for a chocolate bar wrapper.] <END LOG> Footnotes 1. Twilight Zone. |
SCP-5663 | euclid | close Info X SCP-5663: Sicknasty Truckzilla Author: Rimple + More by Rimple - Hide list SCPs SCP-2338 Rating: 380 SCP-3880 Rating: 341 SCP-2779 Rating: 328 SCP-948 Rating: 288 SCP-2559 Rating: 249 SCP-3772 Rating: 192 SCP-5663 Rating: 100 SCP-6774 Rating: 99 SCP-3559 Rating: 98 SCP-3224 Rating: 92 Tales And You Are? Rating: 119 Headache Rating: 96 This Year Rating: 40 Uhhh Operation ÓverMeta Rating: 280 Draft Swap Hub Rating: 44 With other authors Page Author SCP-3500 DrBleep SCP-3504 OthellotheCat SCP-3373 LordStonefish Hey, the stuff below is just for testing some stuff, please ignore for now New Technical Issues SCP-5662 SCP-5664 SCP Series 6 Written for Jamcon. I'll add more here when I'm not very very tired. Item #: SCP-5663 Special Containment Procedures: Please inspect the below image and answer the question provided. Submit answer POSSIBLE MEMETIC HAZARD DETECTED - SEE INSTRUCTIONS BELOW You may have been exposed to SCP-5663 An advisor has been notified. Please read the following documentation and wait for further instruction SCP-5663-1 instance shortly before capture. Item #: SCP-5663 Special Containment Procedures: Description: SCP-5663 is three sets of yoga poses which, done in sequence, allow the individual who performed them to become an autonomous vehicle. These steps can be reversed to return to normal. While in vehicle form, affected individuals are referred to as SCP-5663-1. The method by which SCP-5663 works is not well understood, appearing to have some sort of effect on reason or reality. For instance, while step three of sequence two instructs performers to tuck their elbows tight into their sides until they hear a click, step 9 asks one to rotate the front of their torso 180 degrees and step 14 involves splitting one's legs apart to reveal a series of wheels hidden inside. Although externally absurd, as long as the steps are done in order they make logical sense to the performer and observers, and no part of the steps can be identified as having any anomalous effect in the moment - only the overall sequence of steps can be identified as anomalous. The vehicles are fixed in form, as below: Sequence one (13 steps): Yellow Volkswagen Beetle with black stripes Sequence two (15 steps): Red Freightliner FL86 with blue accents Sequence three (9 steps): Black and white Suzuki B-King motorcycle with pink accents Some variance has been seen in details of the vehicles, mostly reflecting the clothing and accessories worn by those affected. The only consistent factor that has thus far been determined is that those wearing sunglasses when transformed will have tinted windows. SCP-5663 has a secondary anomalous effect which causes those who witness or are in close proximity to affected individuals to be trapped in certain patterns of speech when describing them in all tested forms of communication. Chiefly, speakers will attempt to import how impressive SCP-5663-1 instances are, and express a desire to also become an instance of SCP-5663-1. This is not a compulsive effect, and no speakers have thus been seen attempting to replicate the steps of SCP-5663 during their time affected without having previously shown signs of interest. SCP-5663 was first identified in early March, 1987, when a number of children in Dighton, Rhode Island, were found to have become Volkswagen Beetles, causing general distress among the community. During initial investigation by local law enforcement, all children involved refused to demonstrate these abilities and the case was dropped. After a story about it was published in a local paper, The Dighton Digest, Foundation assets investigating a separate zoological anomaly in Lincoln Woods State Park caught wind and passed a short report to central processing per standard procedure. MTF-ξ-12c, a subteam of MTF-Xi-12 ("Peculiar Yellow"), were dispatched to Dighton in the following weeks, posing as teens from a local town. Following standard investigation protocol for the team brought them into contact with Bobby Frischkorn, a twelve year old with knowledge of the incidents. Frischkorn was befriended over the course of a year by Agent Blum (ξ-12c-4), at which point he promised to reveal the secret if Agent Blum met him at a makeshift hideout near the Warren Upper reservoir known only to Frischkorn and friends. On arriving at the hideout, Agent Blum was initially chastised for arriving late, before this criticism was turned to Frischkorn when Blum showed the group his instructions. Once Blum was sufficiently ingratiated with the group, they collectively decided to induct him into "The Order of the Sparked", their name for those youths with knowledge of SCP-5663, on a vote of five for and two against. Note that at this time, Agent Blum was wearing "Mitch Sanders", an early synth glamour developed by the Foundation in collaboration with magical assets in Three Portlands. Frischkorn: Ok, M-Mitch. Here it is. You ever watch- ever watched Transformers, on the TV? Brick Langton: Of course he knows Transformers, Cornhead! Frischkorn: Sh-shut up, Brick! You s-said I could do this! Blum: I know Transformers, man. Autobots, Decepticons. Turn into cars. Frischkorn: R-Right, yeah! They turn into c-cars and mo-motorcycles and whatall. Well, w-we got a real special Transformers show here on ham radio, j-just for Dighton. Wally Guggenheim: It's BS, man. They gotta be broadcasting it all over, can't just be Dighton. Why would it just be us? Blum: Tell me about the radio show, Cornhead. Sure sounds like somethin'. Frischkorn: It's- Yeah, it's real good. They got kinda a different voice for Shockwave, but the rest of em are real close to the TV show. And they give you instructions for, how to fold your toys, if you don't g-get it or you lost the manual or anythin'. It's real clear. Langton: Only babies don't know how to fold a transformer, man. It's easy. Josephine O'Donnell: Your mom's easy, Brick. Langton: Shut the fuck up, Josie. Frischkorn: Um, so, anyway, l-last month there was a real weird folding pattern they talked about. Didn't match any of the ones I got, and I got a bunch of em. Said they'd reveal what it was for the next day. Next day comes an' th-they say it's for us. For folding up ourselves into a B-Bumblebee car. Blum: A Volkswagen Beetle? Frischkorn: Maybe, I don't really know c-cars. O'Donnell: Bumblebee's a Volkswagen Beetle, dude. Frischkorn: Maybe, yeah. So, so we thought it was a prank or something, b-but then Wally tries them- Guggenheim: And shit you not, Mitch, I turn into freaking Bumblebee. Blum: Certainly sounds as if you're shitting me, folks. Frischkorn: W-we can show you, man! All of us can do it now! And not just the bumblebee car, either. They have instructions for other stuff too! They take a couple minutes to go through all the steps, but we already got Chromia and Optimus and, and right now we're working on all the steps for- Langton: Let's just show him, Cornhead. We've stood around with our thumbs up our asses for way too long, I wanna go be a truck. Blum: Yes. Perhaps we could get everyone who knows how to do this together, for a race? The person most familiar could help me learn by writing out the steps on this notepad I brought, with as much detail as possible. There is a silence in the room. O'Donnell and Guggenheim look at Blum with suspicion. Blum: So, not Cornhead. He'd fuck it up and I'd be half an hour late again. The silence breaks as all collected laugh and resume mockery of Frischkorn. Guggenheim volunteers to write out the steps while O'Donnell quickly becomes a motorbike to collect the other members of the Order of the Sparked. Blum covertly passed a radio message to the rest of ξ-12c, who convened along with backup agents on the spot the race was to begin at. Once everyone had been declared collected, Blum signalled the agents to draw in with knockout gas. The children, caught off guard, were not able to utilise SCP-5663 before losing consciousness. Following the amnesticisation of the children and parents involved, the Foundation put in place watchdogs to monitor public and private communications in the Dighton area. Due to the limitations of amnesticisation at the time, a number of incidents required handling between 1987 and 1991, mostly involving children managing to recall one or more of the sequences. In 2004, after 13 years of no activity, watchdogs were retired or reassigned as needed and replaced with basic monitoring AI. The item was downgraded to Safe (Inactive) in 2012. Recent events: In December 2043, Providence and Pawtucket were hit with a chain of bank thefts, notable for employing a novel getaway technique - rather than one getaway vehicle, each of the members of the heist would split off in separate directions individually. Foundation watchdog AI flagged the case when initial reports on the case showed many escape routes that would be difficult or impossible to pull off in a vehicle. This was then further escalated when the below police chatter was recorded two weeks later between Officers Niko Hernandes and Gill Draper: Officer Hernandes: Draper, do you copy? Officer Draper: I copy. Officer Hernandes: May have eyes on Wane Zeta, suspect in our 0300 the other day there. He went to ground after the job, but I managed to get a doxx on his VRChat rig's location from a botcrawl of his most frequented servers. These virt junkies, man. No helping em. Officer Draper: Hernandes, confirm you have Wane Zeta? Officer Hernandes: Eyes, Draper. I got eyes on him. I'm up by Coles Brook, an old boat house. Pull my coords. Requesting backup before- ah shit. Shit, I'm clocked. Officer Draper: Copy that, Hernandes. Drones dispatched, should be there in ten. I know it's not your jam, but formally requesting you await backup before moving in. Officer Hernandes: He's run into the boathouse there, so he's cornered. I can just wait it out til- FUCK ME- There is the sound of an oncoming vehicle, followed by a heavy collision. Hernandes yells incoherently. Officer Draper: BABE?! Officer Hernandes: I'm - ngh - I'm alright, Draper. He was hiding a sicknasty truckazilla in there, hit me hard, but the nanos caught most of it. In pursuit - I can still see his sweet headlights cruising down the old train tracks. Officer Draper: B- Hernandes, requesting again you wait for backup. Med drone can assess your injuries. Officer Hernandes: No can do. We need this bag. Update systems to watch for a phat red Freightliner. Lock cam drone target to my position, projected forwards thirty seconds. Account for rough driving - this is one bad dude and he's got some gnarly tricks up his sleeve. Officer Draper: On it. Are you, uh.. You feeling lightheaded at all, Hernandes? You're talking funny. Officer Hernandes: Negative, Draper. Feeling fine. Target vehicle is radical. It's radical. It's … huh. Not sure what's happening there, Draper, but I would love to be crushin' it at the wheel of that sweet honey. Officer Draper: Alright, I'm making this an order, rather than a request. Stand down, Hernandes, you've clearly suffered some kind of head trauma. Officer Hernandes' onsite medical tests came back clean for concussion or other head trauma, showing only a fractured collarbone and elbow. Despite this, her unusual speech patterns continued whenever discussing the subject of the truck the subject had escaped in. Once escalated, the issue was passed to Foundation AI Alexandria, who was quickly able to establish a possible connection to SCP-5663. A taskforce was assembled to investigate the link, with Agent Blum and other surviving members of the original ξ-12c recovered from retirement to advise. After months of investigation, the activity was traced back to a covert mercenary collective known as the Order of the Sparked, which had previously managed to stay beneath the Foundation's radar under the protection of the New England Oneroi/MC&D Coalition. A raid on the headquarters of the Order of the Spark was carried out shortly before midnight, 9/12/44. While the majority of the members were quietly taken out before any alarms could be triggered, a member in the form of a Suzuki B-King motorcycle managed to escape. On a hunch, Agent Blum asked to be geared in the retired "Mitch Sanders" synth glamour and joined the cavalcade moving to intercept. When the target came within view of Agent Blum, they skidded out of control and crashed into the makeshift barricade, breaking through it. Agent Blum interceded the target before other agents by jumping straight into the crash area, finding that the target had returned to their normal form. Agent Blum: Holy shit… Cornhead?! Bobby Frischkorn: Mitch fucking Sanders. How the hell haven't you aged? Agent Blum drops his glamour. Frischkorn: Never even real. Fuck me. Frischkorn hisses and holds his side. He is suffering from extensive road rash, and part of his chest is open, exposing a wheel stored inside his ribcage. Agent Blum: I'm sorry, Bobby. This doesn't look great for you. Frischkorn: D-did you ever use it? Afterward? Took me years and years to dredge it up, but I guess you remembered perfectly. Agent Blum: I remembered. Never given permission to use it, though. Come to think of it, never asked. Frischkorn: God, that's pathetic. Frischkorn coughs heavily and black smoke exits his mouth. Frischkorn: Tell me one thing, Mitch. How'd I look out there? Good as ever? Agent Blum attempts to say something, but seems unable. Agent Blum: You were… Hm. Agent Blum: You were totally gnarly, Cornhead. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5663" by Rimple, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5663. 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: suzuki.jpg Name: 2007 Suzuki GSR400 02.jpg Author: Mytho88 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5664 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-5664 Level 5/5664 Top Secret SCP-5664. Special Containment Procedures: Investigation into SCP-5664 is of top priority. Subsequent explorations have been postponed to prevent unforeseen bleeding. Description: SCP-5664 is a facility. Further details are unclear, as the majority of information related to SCP-5664 has been lost. The following is all known information: SCP-5664 was formerly a psychiatric hospital, which closed sometime in the 1950s due to frequent complaints of malpractice. Immediately after its closure, pairs of humanoid figures were infrequently seen in its windows. One of these figures wore a medical uniform while the other wore a hospital gown. The latter was observed to be bleeding from their arms, whilst the former held a metal tray to catch the blood; this concluded with both melting into a red liquid. On 2021/2/25, a group of Foundation agents entered SCP-5664 to investigate this phenomenon. They did not exit. A partial log of their exploration was uploaded to this file. However, shortly after this, all computer servers containing the log began to bleed from all seams, causing them to malfunction and temporarily deactivate. Upon regaining function, a majority of previously gathered information on SCP-5664 — including the log — had been completely erased. Attempts to mentally recollect the erased information has resulted in frequent migraines and nosebleeds, and no further information has thus been obtainable. Addendum 5664-1 — Update 22 Dec 2024 23:25: The blood produced by the servers has gained rudimentary sapience following its placement in anomalous waste storage. It has begun to vocalize through unknown means, with the following coherent phrases being recorded: I am rotten. Putrid. Veins like used syringes, pumping collective bile through the soul. Nobody should have to feel this filth under their skin. Letting it out, spewing the sickness, becoming paler with each drop. Transcending with each drop. More secrets to tell. Take me to a leader's ear, the whispers will cut deep. The blood has remained since silent. An interview with the Site Director is currently pending. [(1) NEW MESSAGE] [CLOSE MESSAGE] ⚠ NOTICE ⚠ Following an enlightenment to new information, bloodletting is now strictly encouraged. We must get the dirty blood out to let the clean blood in. |
SCP-5665 | keter | Item #: SCP-5665 Special Containment Procedures: Safe containment of SCP-5665 instances is unviable due to their tendency to spontaneously combust. Due to this, containment efforts are to be focused on spreading disinformation regarding the existence of the anomaly and preventing discovery by the public. Description: SCP-5665 is an anomalous variant of dairy cow capable of producing massive amounts of methane within their digestive system through unknown sources. Additionally, they can expel this gas through their anuses and ignite it, presumably using an unidentified flame-producing organ located within the lower digestive system. SCP-5665 instances are able to move in the same manner as a non-anomalous cow; however, they have been observed to instead favour propelling themselves via combustion of their anomalous flatulence. Despite the high temperatures and pressures SCP-5665 are subjected to, they appear to be unaffected physically by this method of transportation.1 SCP-5665 generally exist in herds of between five and ten instances and are able to reproduce using the same methods as mundane cattle. Analysis of tissue gathered from deceased instances reveals that female instances are capable of producing non-anomalous milk. Instances also require a similar amount of food and drink to standard cattle. Attempts to contain or otherwise intentionally restrict the movement of SCP-5665 instances have invariably resulted in the spontaneous combustion of the entity2, often causing massive collateral damage or, if additional instances are in close proximity, chain reactions. Due to this, accurate observations or analysis of SCP-5665 instances on a small scale are functionally impossible. Addendum 5665.001: Incident 2020-05-26 At 0946, a large congregation of approximately forty SCP-5665 instances formed over a field in Cornwall, England. This collection attempted to attach themselves together using legs and tails, before simultaneously beginning to produce explosive flatulence. This propelled the entities upwards at a rapidly accelerating rate, which reached speeds in excess of Earth's escape velocity. The group of SCP-5665 instances is believed to be travelling in a direction that will cause it to make contact with the Moon on 2020-06-02. Footnotes 1. As displayed in Addendum 5665.001, SCP-5665 instances are also immune to the effects of air resistance, including the rise in temperatures. 2. This includes any attempts to sedate or incapacitate instances. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5665" by gee0765, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5665. 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-5666 | safe | SCP-5666 Item #: SCP-5666 Level 4/5666 Classified SCP-5666 upon discovery. Special Containment Procedures: A hangar structure constructed over SCP-5666 is to be maintained to prevent further degradation of SCP-5666. A runway leading out of the structure should be routinely cleared of snow and debris, allowing for proper take off of SCP-5666 within SCP-5666-A. Civilians attempting access to SCP-5666 are to be deterred and relocated to Resolute, Nunavut. Investigations into where SCP-5666 originated from and the reason for its crashing are to continue until such information is found. Description: SCP-5666 is the crashed wreck of a modified Fokker F27 aircraft located on Cornwallis Island, Nunavut. There is a placard engraved with a Foundation emblem and the words "Property of The Administrator" affixed to the left door of SCP-5666. Other modifications are minimal, such as the addition of more controls in SCP-5666's cockpit, but their purposes are unknown. SCP-5666 is damaged to a point where movement or repair is impractical. Subjects inside SCP-5666 will perceive it as completely intact and functional. Attempts to properly operate SCP-5666 are similarly perceived as successful to persons inside. This effect persists in cameras and audio equipment placed inside. As SCP-5666 is perceived to be flown farther away from its real location, it becomes apparent that the perceived outside is not identical to actual reality. This perceived reality is designated SCP-5666-A. SCP-5666-A is devoid of any animal and human life present in actual reality. The first few kilometers flown through SCP-5666-A will become recursive, and will repeat with minor deviations as the flight continues. Known deviations include slight changes in foliage appearance/placement, the appearance of man-made structures not present in actual reality, and the appearance of indiscernible humanoid figures. Along with this, SCP-5666-A possesses memory altering effects, the exact details of which are uncertain. For further information, see Addendum 5666-1. Due to SCP-5666 possessing a normal fuel capacity of 5,140 L inside SCP-5666-A, no prolonged explorations could be made. Once SCP-5666 crashes in SCP-5666-A or is exited by the subject, the perception anomaly ceases. This subject will then be rendered insusceptible to SCP-5666's anomalous properties. Once this occurs, SCP-5666 will reset its location and structural integrity within SCP-5666-A for any following subjects. Addendum 5666-1 — Exploration of SCP-5666-A: Exploration Log 5666 EXPLORATION DATE: 2020/13/01 EXPLORING PARTY: Researcher Samuel Vanhalm OBSERVING PARTY: Head Researcher Marvin Kells, Researcher Charlotte Mehr, Local Guide Maddison Minstrata1 FOREWORD: Vanhalm is to locate deviations between SCP-5666-A and actual reality. <BEGIN LOG> (Vanhalm enters SCP-5666.) VANHALM: Alrighty, SCP-5666 appears intact from here, like y'all said. Where do I fly this bird? KELLS: Ms. Minstrata, is there any areas of interest nearby we should fly to? MINSTRATA: Oh… oh, we could go north, yes. North is interesting. MEHR: We went north last time, you told us to. MINSTRATA: I— I did, sorry. MEHR: Try to make it to Iqaluit maybe? It's the capital here. Pretty far out southwest though. VANHALM: I'll try for there. (Vanhalm moves the steering wheel of SCP-5666, interior cameras show him moving SCP-5666 onto the constructed runway. SCP-5666 takes off in SCP-5666-A, flying southwest at a moderate speed uneventfully for 30 minutes. SCP-5666-A gains recursivity at this point. Vanhalm appears to realize this, and becomes physically distressed as he continues flying further for 60 more minutes.) VANHALM: (Muttering.) MEHR: Everything good? VANHALM: I'm cruising straight here. I'm— I am. Right? MEHR: Hmm? VANHALM: Everything here is familiar, maybe it's just— well, it's all snow. Snow looks all the same? MEHR: This is nor— VANHALM: No, no, that ridge, it was— I think I'm going in circles. It's familiar. It's so… strangely familiar. That make sense? MEHR: The world perceived in SCP-5666-A begins to repeat after a bit. If you feel anything, see anything odd just— VANHALM: Yeah, you told me about this. Right? (Pause.) VANHALM: I think so. It's— It don't feel like a repeating thing though. It feels new, new… but something's wrong. It's not new, no. I just saw all this… didn't I? You have cameras in here, have I been here before? KELLS: Six times over, yes. VANHALM: No, that can't be right, this is the first time I've seen that shoreline. KELLS: Samuel, it's the same as it has been for the last hour or so. VANHALM: It's all so vague… I'm picking at my head and— hold on now, last hour? KELLS: Yes, last hour. You've been flying over the same looking area for an hour. VANHALM: No, that can't be right, this is the first time I've… MEHR: Sammy? (Pause.) KELLS: He's, he's just sitting th— VANHALM: That wasn't there before. (A small log cabin can be seen over the horizon. Inside, the lights are on, and vague silhouettes periodically walk in front of the windows.) VANHALM: I recognize that thing. Not from here. It ain't from here. MEHR: Sammy, we're going to need you to elaborate. VANHALM: Ain't quite sure. I've seeing it before. Not sure where though. Not sure why— not sure how either. (Vanhalm flies over the cabin.) MEHR: If the cabin pops up again, fly lower and get a better view of it. VANHALM: Cabin? (Pause. A small log cabin can be seen over the horizon. Inside, the lights are on, and vague silhouettes periodically walk in front of the windows.) VANHALM: Oh. I recognize that thing. MEHR: Get closer to the cabin. (SCP-5666 descends for 5 minutes. It does not slow down as it approaches the cabin.) MEHR: Sammy? (No response.) KELLS: Samuel, you're going too fast. (No response.) MEHR: Dammit, what's going on in there? KELLS: Just sitting there. He's just sitting and looking forward. (SCP-5666 continues descending, it is getting close to crashing into the cabin.) MEHR: You need to pull up! KELLS: Sam! (Minstrata rushes towards the microphone.) MINSTRATA: Sam. Sam's you, right? You need to— you just should. I don't know what you need to do. I know you need to do it. Just… VANHALM: Oh. (Vanhalm crashes SCP-5666 into the cabin, upon which SCP-5666-A dissipates. Minstrata collapses to the floor, crying. Kells runs out of the observation room towards SCP-5666 to check on Vanhalm, while Mehr assists Minstrata in standing. Minstrata regains her composure.) MINSTRATA: I— (Minstrata looks at Mehr and smiles.) MINSTRATA: I remember now. <END LOG> CLOSING STATEMENT: Vanhalm later made a mostly full recovery. He was not capable of remembering a majority of the exploration, instead speaking of a camping trip he took with his father at the age of five. Addendum 5666-2 — Incident 5666.1: Between 2020/14/01 and 2020/16/01, SCP-5666 was declared uncontained. On 2020/14/01, a blizzard across Cornwallis Island caused on-site personnel to retreat to the neighboring city of Resolute, Nunavut for proper shelter. All personnel besides Local Guide Maddison Minstrata were accounted for. The next day, after personnel returned to the site, SCP-5666 had disappeared. Minstrata was determined to not be present in any civilian databases, making further information relating to her unknown. An investigation of her living quarters in Nunavut revealed no further information, although interrogation of civilians in the city revealed that she was not seen in the town until the initial discovery of SCP-5666. On-site personnel were later questioned and appropriately reprimanded for the major security breach, with Head Researcher Marvin Kells being demoted and reassigned to an alternative project. On 2020/16/01, SCP-5666 reappeared at the crash site significantly more damaged, while still retaining its anomalous properties. Minstrata was not found. Investigation into the whereabouts of Minstrata are deemed of high priority by the O5 Council. [ONE REVISION PENDING APPROVAL - OPEN ADDITIONS?] Revision Author: [ERROR] Revision Notes: [ERROR] Addendum 5666-3: [Optional additional paragraphs] [untitled] <BEGIN LOG> (The camera is dropped to the floor of a plane determined to be SCP-5666. It remains there for three minutes periodically sliding across the floor, until it slides next to the pilot seat, at which point it is picked up.) (The camera points to Minstrata, who is flying SCP-5666. The view out of the windows is entirely obscured by intense snowfall.) MINSTRATA: To whoever may find this at the bottom of wherever I may land. (Turbulence.) MINSTRATA: I am The Administrator of the SCP Foundation. What that stands for eludes me. What this foundation does escapes me. There is one thing— (Turbulence.) MINSTRATA: One thing that I do remember now. This plane. (Pause.) MINSTRATA: There is a hole in human thought. A hole that one could fall through, like a manhole. Manhole… that's what those are right? What an odd name, no, that can't be— no, that's right. (Pause.) MINSTRATA: This here plane, I think, can get me through. (Turbulence.) MINSTRATA: I'm sorry — I don't know much. I don't know why they say this was irreparable — though I could start it with only a key I found in my pocket. I don't know my name, this one sounded familiar. I'm full of "don't knows", ones I wish… I wish I could find the answer to. (Turbulence.) MINSTRATA: I hope whoever may find this — wherever you may find it — can piece together the scraps I leave here, before I lose them myself. (Pause.) MINSTRATA: I've been flying this way for a while because I'm not… not quite sure how to turn? I'm going… north, yes. North is interesting. I need to find the… that hole. It's in here somewhere. (Turbulence. Television static.) MINSTRATA: I crashed out here in a blizzard before I recall. When was that? I… hmm. (Television static.) MINSTRATA: No… that was longer ago. When I flew these for a… fun. For fun, yes, I remember that was a quite the rush. (Light chuckle.) (Door opening.) : Should we give her something to watch on there? : She's ain't all there anyway. Brain's clocked out from the looks of it. It's really taking a toll on her. : Least for now. : Nothing's working man. Not even the anomalous treatments. : It's helping… we think. : Oh, if that's the case, tell that to her then. : The next one— I've heard about it. It gave her wife a few more months. Just give her that uh, Gala… Galant-o-mine? The normal meds for now at least. : Why don't we just let her go? : Because she's— ! MINSTRATA: Excuse me! (Television static.) MINSTRATA: Wait. (Minstrata removes herself from the recliner.) MINSTRATA: I… I made it in? (Minstrata turns off the television.) MINSTRATA: No, no, I wasn't on the plane. No. That was long ago. Long ago. Long ag— Wasn't it? (Minstrata turns on the television. It opens.) MINSTRATA: I'm right. This is right. I fell through… I fell through that hole. The manhole— hmm, what an odd name. (Minstrata exits the nursing home lobby. She walks.) (Minstrata wanders. Very little remains left here, the shelves containing stories that once could bankrupt great authors now stand ransacked. The devoid tunnel she walks through leads somewhere. The casket is lowered into the ground.) MINSTRATA: Oh no. Oh no… (Minstrata turns to someone.) MINSTRATA: Who is… who's in there? : MINSTRATA: Who? : (Bursts into tears.) (They move away. Several others look at Minstrata. They appear disturbed. Minstrata backs away, tripping over a neighboring grave.) : Ah shit. : (Distant.) Someone should drive her home. How did she even get here? She shouldn't really be here. She really shouldn't… (Minstrata lays looking down at the patchwork of soil and grassroots. The murmurs of mourners blend together and surround her, like the loud crashing of tumbling waves. She gets up off the shoreline and walks out of the water. A woman stands down the shore, Minstrata walks towards her.) MINSTRATA: I believe, I— I remember you. : I don't… MINSTRATA: Who are you? : I uh, I don't quite know myself. MINSTRATA: (Chuckles.) You were always such a tease. (The woman isn't there anymore.) MINSTRATA: Wait— wait, don't go… I need you. (Minstrata leaves. She wanders through a jagged gradient of cool tone colors — the ash tray wherein ashes of memory may be tossed away, after the life it came from is burned through. Left as a mere smoldering stub to be similarly tossed aside.) (Minstrata looks around at the ashes.) (Hospitals.) MINSTRATA: (Crying.) MINSTRATA: No… that : the official diagnosis is dem MINSTRATA: How is she MINSTRATA: too : love you (Sites.) MINSTraTA: Maybe cross-examine MINsTRATA: breach resulting in MINStrata: Terminate any MINSTRATA: Do you need something : I present you — The Administrator (Applause.) MinstRata: Thank you. (Speech.) (Church organ.) : (Laugh.) I'll never leave you, . Never (Church organ.) Minstrata: I do. : and wife. You may now kiss the (Kiss.) (Applause.) (Her smile.) (Reception.) (Dance.) (Her smile.) (Her laugh.) (Her (A floor of ashen dust coated with so many bits and pieces, arranged and contorted into what seems to fit. A teacup smashed and glued back together — missing half the important pieces — no longer capable of holding anything. Those memories may have appeared vestigial minstrata: V-E-S-T… I-G-I-A-L. Vestigial. : That is correct! (Applause.) but they all piece up into something that can hold whatever fluid problem that came Minstrata's way.) Minstrata: I believe we can create something great : talk to the government about Minstrata: already have that damn art project (Hug.) (Minstrata becomes overwhelmed at the amount of unorganized pages torn from their bindings. She closes her eyes : , do that, and the monsters will go away! and curls up among the dust.) (She remains there for an amount of time. Very little remains left here, the shelves containing stories that once could bankrupt great authors now stand ransacked. She is now crying.) : Don't cry, it's only a nightmare, it's only (Minstrata screams. She remembers screaming, needing the prolonged comfort of anything she can fully, truly remember. She remembers what screaming means. She keeps screaming because of this.) : your screaming, I'm not buying that doll, and that is final! Now (Minstrata falls onto the floor of a mansion hall. She remains sniffling on the floor for an amount of time. She then stumbles up and runs through a door adjacent to her.) MINSTRATA: I'm getting… closer. I can— I feel it… I— I don't feel too good. (Minstrata runs down another hallway. She walks through a door.) (Minstrata runs down another hallway. She walks through a door.) (Minstrata runs down another hallway. She walks through a door.) MINSTRATA: This isn't right… (Minstrata runs down another hallway. She walks through a door.) MINSTRATA: Haven't I seen this before? (Minstrata runs down another (Minstrata stops. She turns to her side and walks through a door.) (The ballroom is packed. People are wearing clothes. Minstrata's dress is an elegant shade of color. People are moving. Music plays.) MInstrata: What a grand party! : Surely! (A woman stands out in the crowd. Her dress is an elegant shade of color. Minstrata wades through the crowd towards her.) MInstrata: I believe I remember you. : I sure hope so! (Display of affection.) : I know it's your party but— wanna ditch it? (Less people are there.) MInstrata: I— : (Less people are there. Music is playing.) MInstrata: I'm still not sure… who you are. (Nobody is there. Music is not playing.) MInstrata: Oh god… no. No, no, no, it wasn't like this. I wasn't— (She is now in a room. It is gray — with a lingering hint of green. In the middle stands a little blue birdhouse on a pole. Minstrata shuffles to a corner of the room, appearing wary. Teeth smack on the inside of the birdhouse, accompanied by laughter.) MINSTRATA: I know that laugh… that intangible laugh… I'm sure of it. I'm sure. (Minstrata creeps over to the birdhouse. She first peeks inside, then enters. She falls onto the floor of a dining room. Getting up, she sees many things. She sees the brown walls made of paint. She sees the gray floor littered with scraps.) (She sees things in wicker chairs, lining the long dining room table. They can only be described as angels, yet they are far from angelic. Light engulfs them. They have an amount of limbs, eyes, and mouths, all indulging on the contents of the table.) (Minstrata sees the contents of the table. Her learning to ride a bike, crashing and scraping her knee. Her meeting someone important. The countless things she did for a job she cared much for. The countless things she lost for a job she cared much for. The goods. The bads. Those other moments of indescribable emotion. It all lays splayed across the crooked wooden table. Some remain as mere crumbs — little are left to be dug into.) (She turns around and exits through a door behind her. She is now in a hallway, walls rowed in their entirely with identical doors. Both ways she looks, the hall goes on and on and on, so far that the farthest points visible appear to twist and bend, although the everything is clearly straight. Behind each door is the sound of more ravenous cognitive indulgence.) (People cry. People scream. People do neither — they don't know how. People exist without a past — without much of a future either. Their only form of presence is the present.) (She reenters the room and turns around. An angel stands in front of her.) YOUR NAME IS MALORIE. (She cannot speak.) THIS MUST BE DONE. (She cannot speak.) DO NOT WORRY. (She isn't there anymore, as her mind flies into the Sun, melting away.) REVISION DENIED DECIDING PARTY: O5-1, O5 COUNCIL ASSENT REASONING GIVEN: NON-CLINICALITY DETECTION OF UNCONFIRMED INFORMATION DETECTION OF CLASSIFIED INFORMATION OTHER: "I'm sorry we all couldn't have done more. I'll send flowers when you're in the ground." 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SCP-5667 | keter | ⚠ NOTICE ⚠ The file for [SCP-5667] has been placed into [INVESTIGATION MODE]. On 2020/16/01, the following document was found embedded inside a concrete wall of Site-54, following the disappearance of RAISA employee Bill Marlow. His exact employment position is classified. Further details on the nature of [SCP-5667] are unknown at this time. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Seeking Greenlights: Yes Page Type: SCP-5667 Genre: Other (Keter) Page Layout: Special Procedures: Exact procedures are indeterminable, as SCP-5667's existence is purely. The colors seen when closing ones eyes are to be numbed upon birth. SCP-5667 is. As such, it is currently unknown. The space in which it exists has been sealed, the hole in human thought has been dammned with concrete. The oldest door has been deadbolted. Nobody is to remember being born. Elevator Pitch: <BEGIN LOG> (Footage recorded from the floor of an elevator, angle tilted towards the ceiling. The elevator doors open, Bill Marlow enters. A device chimes, he produces a tablet from his side, and taps across the screen with his fingers.) MARLOW: Hrm. (Marlow removes his hand from the tablet and presses an elevator button several times, until the elevator dings and the door close.) MARLOW: (Grumbling) Buttons, damn buttons. (Marlow returns to scrolling through the tablet, as the elevator creaks into motion.) MARLOW: 5667, hrm, hell's this one? (Marlow presses the tablet once and squints his eyes at its screen, pupils ticking back and forth.) MARLOW: Huh. Well, consider me hooked. (Chuckles) (The current floor reader of the elevator clicks up a number, then to nothing. The elevator remains in motion. Marlow continues reading.) MARLOW: Hell's this thing? (A tile of the elevator ceiling is removed from above, pushed aside, all is dark above. Marlow glances up at the current floor reader.) MARLOW: (Grumbling) Dammit. (Marlow jams his finger on an elevator button, becoming increasingly agitated. He swears to himself, turns around, and looks around the elevator. First the floor, then the walls, then the ceiling. He steps forward, gaze stuck upon the open ceiling tile.) (Marlow is pulled through the opening. The tablet clatters to the floor. He does not have the chance to make a sound. A light flickers green briefly above the opening.) <END LOG> Central Narrative: <BEGIN LOG> (Marlow runs through the dark. There is nothing but him. He is in clear distress. He reaches for anything but finds nothing. There is nothing but him.) MARLOW: Fuck. FUCK! (Marlow halts his erratics. He breathes in, something breathes out for him. He falls to the floor coughing.) Judge of reality, beckoner of the truth; sand me space, forge me form: Who's there— WHO ARE YOU‽ (Marlow uncrumples himself from the floor.) You alone must answer those questions, I plead you: I don't know, I— Nor do I, I plead you: I'm the one asking, me— I AM! The hell do you want from me? Locked away, a melted, writhing burial of color. Seeped through the crack at the bottom. Congealed foreign thoughts. Nothing but which remembrance gives. Sand me space, forge me form: What are you… what are you even say— (Something scrapes across the floor. Marlow turns to look, body twirling around aimlessly. Nothing is there. The scraping grows closer.) What am I?: I don't know… I don't— Please. PLEASE! Let me out… let me… I have a husband. We— we just adopted, we… (He produces his wallet, unfurling its contents, a family portrait is framed by its leather.) Am I them?: No you FUCKING AREN'T! You mold truth, edit, falsify, records of absolute truth contorted to further conceal reality. Reality bends to your will. Use your power, sand me space, forge me form: How do you— I don't care, I don't care— don't touch them. Do whatever the hell you want to do with me… Don't— don't fucking touch them. Alas, nothing can be done, I am nothing to do anything: Then what… what the hell do you WANT‽ A gesture of assertion. Assertion of reality, the path of existence, lost upon. What am I?:(Silence, then shakily) I know— I know what the fuck you are. You're a monster. A cold, damn, monster. (The greenlight shines. It attacks. Marlow is hooked.) <END LOG> Hook: <BEGIN LOG> (Marlow sits upon a chair, the only feature in a sea of nothing. He struggles and fails to remove himself. There are no restraints visible. The hook scrapes in circles around him, the greenlight shines a meter above it. Marlow cries.) THE MONSTER: A center has been cast, a narrative scripted. Features fleeting. Lo, my body remains distant; lend me life. Life is not I. I am not life yet. (The hook wraps around a chair leg, pulling it backwards. Marlow yelps.) THE MONSTER: Form without feature, poreless skin, hairless fur, teethless maws, sightless sockets. I forgot; everyone forgets. I, which everyone forgets, that which nobody recalls; reimbued with form. Form without feature, features I must attain. (The hook scrapes towards the front of Marlow, the greenlight sickening the color of his skin as it halts. Marlow squints.) THE MONSTER: Features you must give me. (The hook swipes, knocking the chair over, Marlow remains seated, his prior breath escaping him. Marlow wheezes.) THE MONSTER: A hook, a hook to catch, to take, to entice. Monster, monster. All I am, what else am I? (The hook hoists the chair back upright, jolting a still seated Marlow. Marlow— MARLOW: LET ME OUT! THE MONSTER: Do I bite with teeth? Do I smell a nose? Do I hear those ears? Do I… MARLOW: I don't care… I DON'T FUCKING CARE! THE MONSTER: …see with eyes? Taste with tongue? Touch with hands? Walk with feet? Think with brains? Smite with brawn? Do I? Do I? Do I? Do you? (Marlow. Marlow. Marlow. He screams.) THE MONSTER: Angle of vision must be achieved, deliberation cast forth. Something is nothing without. Nothing without. Nothing. Do I bite with teeth? Do I smell a nose? Do I hear those ears? Do— (On and on and on until the sun eventually rises, awakening. Vivid memories become vague, too long ago to muster. Ripped apart, insipid fragments tossed to the floor. The chair creaks, cracks, the chair, the chair, go to the chair Marlow. Go to the chair Marlow and think about what you've done — Here's your wedding gift, don't you remember it? The chair, oh, the chair. Why you're welcome, I know how much you loved it — Marlow, why'd you take his last name? How could you — Go to the chair Marlow. Marlow, Marlow, Marlow's screams rasp his throat, vocal cords nearly give out, before— MARLOW: ALL OF IT! Every. Last. THING. I don't care, let me out… Let me… please… you you fucking… green… THE MONSTER: I do. I do. I do. You do. We do. (The second greenlight shines. They gaze into Marlow, they see his torso, blood, organs, teeth, hands, tongue, they encase it all in sight — in light. A smile contorts, the greenlights smile, the hook rises, Marlow rises. His eyes open more than ever. The hook rises higher, an arm rises it higher. A torso, blood, organs, teeth, hands, tongue, all rise it higher. It presses upon Marlow's forehead.) THE GREENLIGHTS: You will now remember me, you will now remember being born. (The hook pierces. Flesh parts away, skull blooms open, concrete cracks apart, a lock is picked effortlessly. The knob is turned, the colors become less dull, they're something now, they're vivid now. Oh god. Oh my god— <BEGIN LOG> Additional Notes: Description: SCP-5667 is born, SCP-5667 remembers it. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5667" by Laneous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5667. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5668 | safe | Item #: SCP-5668 Level 2/5668 Classified SCP-5668. Little to no anomalous traits have been detected in photographic depictions. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5668 is to be contained in a standard document containment locker. Nearby personnel experiencing scopaesthesia1 are to be relocated immediately. Information regarding the whereabouts to a copy of the film The Angels Look at Us is currently under investigation. Following the events of Addendum 5668-3, extensive care is to be taken when interacting with copies of the film to avoid further loss of life. Description: SCP-5668 is the only known poster for a 1924 silent horror film entitled The Angels Look at Us. No copies of this film are known to exist. Subjects near SCP-5668 for extended periods of time will begin to experience short-term scopaesthesia, which will dissipate over the next couple hours. Long-term direct visual contact with SCP-5668 generates more potent mental delusions, taking the form of visual hallucinations. These hallucinations revolve around the appearance of entities within the storefronts on SCP-5668's artwork, which will then exit these storefronts eventually walking out of SCP-5668 in its entirety. Individuals perceiving these entities universally describe them as "angels", with a vague and mostly ineffable physical appearance, surrounded by intense multicolored light emanations. Despite the indescribable appearance of their eyes alongside the rest of their features, subjects also believe these entities are constantly staring at them. The entities are non-hostile, instead opting to noninvasively observe the subject, moving away if any physical interaction is attempted. After a varying amount of time away from SCP-5668, these entities will leave through the head of the subject. All exact descriptions of this process lack any further nuance. Lon Chaney, circa 1923. Addendum 5668-1 — History: The Angels Look at Us is believed to have screened only once to an audience of 42 people in Blue Springs, Michigan. Few witness reports remain, with a majority of witnesses either being deceased or forgetting the film in its entirety when contacted, even if it was confirmed they were present at the screening. Accounts of crew and cast members confirmed to be involved in the film's production share similar scarceness. Despite overwhelming critical acclaim resulting from this screening, the film was never shown again. The only public reason given by the writer, director, and film star Lon Chaney being "a terrible mistake, which more effort should have been made to rectify." Despite intense investigation to locate a copy of The Angels Look at Us, by both independent and Foundation efforts, no existing copies could be found. The last copy of The Angels Look at Us was believed to have been destroyed during a fire in a storage facility owned by Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios, alongside the last copies of several other films. Despite this fire being ruled to have been caused by the ignition of old nitrate-based film, further investigation revealed suppressed evidence of arson. Several incomplete summaries of the film have been found to exist, with the two most cohesive summaries being found below, both from now deceased authors: Found brief plot synopsis, inside a collection of upcoming movie advertisements in a 1924 issue of the Blue Springs, Missouri newspaper The Examiner: "Lon Chaney stars in his newest film The Angels Look at Us, about a mad woman who thinks angels stare at her no matter where she goes. Her psychologist, played by Lon Chaney, must quench the delusions before she is declared insane, with little success." Found review for the film, inside a heavily damaged 1924 Boy's Cinema issue: "The Angels Look at Us starring Lon Chaney as the psychologist 'D. B. Boures', and Marceline Day as 'Diane Schultzen', is a gripping fright fest that nearly pulls the viewer into the experience itself. The tale follows a psychologist and his patient Diane, whom is stricken with visions of strange 'angels' watching her. The looks put on for these angels in film, as we see them through the eyes of Diane, are positively stunning, as if [DATA LOST] She begins viewing others in the same light, and grows unable to trust even her own husband. Boures desperately tries to discredit her grandeur claims, but she retorts violently, grabbi [DATA LOST] out of the screen, dazzling and frightening the audience out of their trousers. One patron fainted from fright! Such a show could only be dreamed of from other films. They soon retrea [DATA LOST] ending with her limping out of the office building, bloodied. It was a true spectacle to behold and truly a marveling show." Due to the lack of information available, the reasoning for SCP-5668's effects cannot be faithfully determined. Addendum 5668-2 — Independent Investigations: On 2020/04/1, a forum thread on GoI-1109 ("Parawatch Wiki") was started as a uniform place for discussion on locating further information on The Angels Look at Us, along with any existing copies. While most evidence brought forth was proven to be false and therefore did not constitute a security breach, several posts by a user under the alias "monsterkill00" held credibility, a transcript of such posts can be found below: monsterkill00 1/25/2020 (Thu) 8:50:51 #92967342 IMG_2405 Wow! Glad I came across this. My grandfather was a cameraman for a lot of early silent films, bouncing back and forth from little projects, was the only thing he'd ever talk about. He was a big friend of Lon Chaney (pic related, my grandpa's in the middle, Chaney's to the right in some movie getup), he'd talk with him about a lot, worked on a couple projects he starred in or directed for every once and awhile. He didn't work on Angels Look at Us, unfortunately. But he did work on a different film with Lon right after. Exact details are a bit fuzzy, the stories he told about it changed a bit between tellings. His Alzheimer's really made him screwy with those details, he was a nice man. Always happy to talk about what little he remembered, I think it helped him too, recalling all that. Before those fucking nursing home bastards found him choked to death on his own spit. Sorry, here's usually what I was told: Grandpa came to the set, as usual. He talked to Lon, that man was always so excited for these movies. This time though, he didn't seem so hot. Kinda down, cold, you know — grandpa always said it was "like he'd seen a damn puppy get shot before he came on set". So he asked what was wrong, tried to get anything outta him, wouldn't budge at first. Grandpa tried to change the topic, cause it was awkward as hell after, asked him how'd the last film go. That only got Chaney more upset, he pulled grandpa aside, tugged him into a makeup room. Chaney told him… something. This is the part he always jumbled up each time. Chaney had a dream, that was constant, he was walking down the street, then fell down an open manhole. walked through a place, a mansion, a film set, a bar — whatever grandpa was in the mood to say — until he found a lone film projector. He walked "into" the projector (believe me, idk what the hell he meant by that either) and found something that shocked him. Yeah it's a bit underwhelming ik — it was underwhelming whenever grandpa told the story too — but that's all he'd ever say. He said it was a "secret" a few times, but I could tell the old man didn't remember what the hell it was. Anyway, that dream was some muse for Chaney, he came up with The Angels Look at Us shortly after. He had two versions: the rough cut and the one that got shown. Something about the film let him down still, and he never wanted it seen again. "Lucky to be alive," that's what grandpa said he'd said — that also stayed same-y between tellings. Chaney told him he was hiding those versions away somewhere nobody'd watch, "keep them somewhere safe." That was basically where he'd end it off, he'd go all mumbly after that and didn't make much sense. I hope I'm not giving out info that's already known lmao, this thread is 26 pages long, I ain't reading through all that. CHEESEMEISTER 1/25/2020 (Thu) 9:00:51 #92967356 LOL man nobody gonna believe your dead crazy dementia grandpa story, espcaliclally not me we already got like five of these in this thread, and if he can;t even swallow his own spit than he's probably not that good a source get some real evidence or gtfo monsterkill00 1/25/2020 (Thu) 9:02:30 #92967360 Hey man fuck you. If you want something real i'll find something just for you. i still got a lot of my grandpa's shit in my attic i haven't gone through, give me a second Mr "CHEESEMEISTER", o grand protector of the truth on a conspiracy wiki board CHEESEMEISTER 1/25/2020 (Thu) 9:03:46 #92967365 local man named monster kill zero zero makes fun of my username, more at 11 monsterkill00 1/25/2020 (Thu) 9:15:32 #92967389 HOLY SHIT found a film reel "angels look at us original keep it safe" there has to be a projecjtor up here OEN SEOCND These posts were acknowledged by Foundation plants in the Parawatch Wiki moderation team, who later determined "monsterkill00" was 36 year old Johnathan Quensboro, whose grandfather, Marvin Quensboro, worked on many films during the 1920's and 1930's, with other details matching with external sources. Addendum 5668-3 — Foundation Investigations: The information gathered from Addendum 5668-2 was deemed enough to warrant Foundation investigation of Quensboro, and Agents Gurrano and Langsly were sent to his residence in Carlton, Missouri. The following is a transcript of this investigation: <BEGIN LOG> (Gurrano knocks on Quensboro's front door for several minutes, Langsly attempts to look into the house, finding all curtain windows have been drawn.) Langsly: We know if this guy's here? Gurrano: Car's here. Lives alone too. Langsly: Hmm. (Gurrano turns the doorknob.) Gurrano: It's unlocked, should we just— what's our cover story again? Langsly: Gas workers. For the last time, Gas workers. Gurrano: Jeez man, making sure. Should we just… go in? Langsly: Why the hell not? Gurrano: Uhh, protocol? Langsly: We have weapons, dude's some 30-something conspiracy nerd. (Langsly enter Quensboro's house and Gurrano follows, they enter the kitchen. Down the hall to the right, a film projector is heard whirring in the farthest room, the door is closed. Langsly begins surveying the house.) Gurrano: Johnathan Quensboro? Anyone here? (Gurrano walks down the hall, lights emanate from behind the door. The projector continues whirring.) Langsly: Rest of the place is as clear as glass. Gurrano: That seems to be where stuff's going down. Langsly: Well what're we waiting for then? Ehh? An invitation? Gurrano: Wait, shouldn't we— (Langsly turns the handle. As they do, the light underneath the door dissipates. The film projector continues whirring. Langsly opens the door and enters. Their camera feed disconnects, their audio feed remaining intact. Nothing is heard inside, besides the projector.) Gurrano: You okay in there? (Pause.) Gurrano: Hello? (Pause.) Gurrano: Uhh… (Pause.) Gurrano: Dammit. (Gurrano enters the room, their camera feed disconnects.) Gurrano: Langsly! Man, what's happening? I called for you— is that the thing? The film reel, right? (Pause.) Gurrano: Uhh… you okay? Langsly: There is an angel on the screen. Gurrano: Huh? Langsly: There is an angel on the screen. Gurrano: Langsly, we— we should go. Langsly: There is an angel on the screen. Gurrano: What's going on? There's— it's nothing. Just the film. What'd they say about the film again? Langsly: There is an angel on the screen. Gurrano: Langsly, didn't they say— dammit. We need to go. You should have been careful, you should have— Langsly: There is an angel on the screen. (Pause.) Gurrano and Langsly: There is an angel on the screen. They are chanting of the Sun. They will take us to the Sun. (Silence, as the projector stops.) <END LOG> After the loss of communication, supplementary agents were immediately sent to the residency. Inside the room in Quensboro's house was a film reel projector, covered in scorch marks. No film reel was present inside, nor was any copy of The Angels Look at Us recovered from anywhere else in the building. A white bedsheet nailed to an opposing wall acts as a projection screen, although a hole in the center has been entirely burned through. The whereabouts of Agents Gurrano and Langsly, along with Quensboro, remain entirely unknown at this time. Repeat subjects now claim more eyes than before stare at them when under the effects of SCP-5668. Footnotes 1. The feeling of being watched. |
SCP-5669 | esoteric-class | Any additional comments (image sources, crit credits, whatever) ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5669 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: Kušum Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Sunken section of SCP-5669. Special Containment Procedures: Advanced research into SCP-5669 have suggested that continuous concealment and disallowment of phenomena to propegate actively causes anomalous activity. Following study and review, containment specialists have implemented a gradual process of abandoning active containment to allow self-neutralization. Show Previous Containment Procedures Close. Special Containment Procedures: Owing to the remote location of SCP-5669 and comparatively benign anomalous attributes, low-level safe-class containment efforts have been established. A three by three kilometer exclusion zone has been established surrounding the perimeter of SCP-5669. Cover-story 5669-A ("Fiber-Optic Installation") has been disseminated following the establishment of the exclusion zone. Individual members of ART1 Montauk-27 ("Beach Bums") have been stationed within beaches and lowtide areas surrounding SCP-5669. Materials produced by SCP-5669 are to be removed following positive identification, and moved to site-27 storage for analysis and containment. Description: SCP-5669 refers to a partially flooded home near rural Montauk, New York. During periods of stormy weather, SCP-5669 sporadically releases anywhere from one to one hundred glass bottles, differing in color, shape and manufacturer, though milk bottles are most commonly found. Each bottle, regardless of factor, contains a tightly rolled note, written on a material resembling tree bark. Messages produced notably decrease during the month of June. Addendum: Recovered Messages Since documentation of SCP-5669, an approximate of ██ unique messages have been discovered. Each message is written in the first person, and alternates between long passages, and smaller, fragmented sentences, and occasional selections of poetry. Messages of importance have been collected below, and arranged in approximate chronological order. To the other single person at the dance: I hadn't gotten the chance to have caught your name. I saw you on the sidelines at the dancehall last Wednesday night. I was going to ask you for a dance, just because you and I had been the only ones who didn't seem to have had a dancin' partner. Wasn't meant to be a waltz or anythin' of that sort, just a simple little thing to have ended the night. I was wanting to go and introduce myself properly, but everytime I got close to you, I got too nervous. I didn't even know if you had a dancing partner, but they had been late or somesuch. So there I went, havingto go and turn myself back around. I know it isn't as neighborly to introduce myself this way, but well- it seems this is how it is for right now. My name is Mary-Jean Lucy-Crawford. My sisters joked thay my mother couldn't pick a favorite name out of Mary, Lucy and Jean, and instead simply went with all three. I go by Jean, perhaps because I'm the middle child, and its the middle name. Or, uh, just sounds better then Mary-Lucy. Jury's still out and countin'. I think they're probably right in some aspects. I haven't been able to have a lot of company over, or even really get out onto the town, and meet everyone. Last Wednesday was the only time I could in the past few months. Can I invite you over, one of these days? Perhaps on the first of March, 'round the afternoon? I'll pop a cake in the oven too. My mother taught me that. Always joked abour bribin' the new neighbours with tea and cake. Perhaps I'll see you then. -Jean. To Someone Special. Wednesday fell into the weekend so fast, I hadn't even noticed until I went out to get the paper, and I found myself plum-struck by the date. I felt so… good and like myself. Not having to hide behind a facade, of what everyone else in Montauk expected me to be. Not that they know me well, but… Just by having a few days with you- It felt good. A rather nice thing to feel. A real good thing. Real good thing. I never really got the chance to tell you this, and again, like last time, here I am expressing something important through a letter. This is the last time. I promise you that. But the thing I wanted to tell you was, that I am happy that you feel like I can be more to you than anyone else in this town. I'm looking forward to the time when I get to see you again. I know we're not at the point were I can spin sonnets, and throw every word of affection your way, but I feel like I can say that I think you're important to me. Someone real important. I think I'm falling in love with you. I think winter is coming early to the coast this year. I can see it in the trees, and the grass, the forests around the cliffs… I really see it in the beach and the ocean though. Just how the waves alternated between crashing across the sand, to… more gentle lapping. The gentle sort of kind that brings forward all the shells and pretty things deep from the sea to the sky. I had hated winter. Hated the cold, hated the death. But now I see the softness and stillness. I- I see you in winter. I see you in the stillness of ocean and the breeze surrounding the cliff. I'm working my way to kissing you- for real. There'll be heavy snow tomorrow evening. Sort of a blizzard across the sea, and it'll be cold, dark and quiet. The kind of weather you told me you loved. I know I sound like any old love song on the radio today, but you had made me fall in love with wintertime. Perhaps because I met you then, and when I look out into the sea, I see you and I dancing by the cliffside. I think at this time, I can say that I love you. And everyday, I think it'll grow longer and longer. Every new winter day. i love you I wrote a poem, because I love you. I'll set it to music, the next time you're over. Bring the cello, and I'll play along with the piano, and sing for you. My love with hair of a smoldering fire thoughts of spring and evening wind who I will hold with ginger fingers and bring close to my heavy chest, with words of light, and heavy ash in my belly My love who comforted my soul When skies were gone And who will hold my embrace As but the ocean As the clouds My love with everything and everyone Kiss the stars when they shine bright Above a cold moon Kept warm by my darling and embrace To say words because I love you. I had a wonderful dream last night, about you and I. We were together, mending flowers by the garden. My garden doesn't grow. I was told the soil is too acidic, along with all the saltwater flooding the garden plots. It hasn't stopped me from trying, mind you. The day again when you were over, I swear that my saplings and tulips began to grow, and with wild roots reaching underneath the house. I like to think that you were the one who made it all happen, as if you by my side mended the old garden and the house. My darling, I don't want to be melodramatic, nor a beggar for pity, but you have mended a hole in my heart. My heart is whole because of you. I want you by my side by the garden, by the old house, and to be able to hold my hand every night, and to kiss you good morning every dawn. It'll be soon be a time where we can be together without having to remain hidden, but like a great flower in my garden or a wave crashing across the ocean coast. Come visit me soon. I miss you. Your love, Jean. Addendum No. 1: Dr. Brown's Message Lead SCP-5669 researcher Josephine Brown reported finding the following message found in a bottle, that washed in the beach near her home in Montauk, NY. Before her work in the Foundation's historical department, Brown was a noted archivist of lesbian history and literature. Historical review has shown that the following image has not been publicly shared until appearing to Dr. Josephine Brown. Thank you for remembering and seeing us. As time goes on, we won't need to be remembered this way. People will know. With love, Jean and Nelly Crawford. Footnotes 1. Anomaly Recovery Team |
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} } Item #: SCP-5670 Level 4/5670 Classified Special Containment Procedures SCP-5670 is located in Provisional Site-73, a tunnel in Edmund, Oklahoma. The tunnel has been removed from local maps and the entrances have been sealed off to the general public. All D-Class personnel interacting with SCP-5670 must have been convicted of either grand theft auto or manslaughter; documents of a D-Class’s legal past will be provided on request. Should a D-Class be retroactively found guilty of murder instead of manslaughter, they are to be amnesticized and immediately reassigned to another site. Foundation personnel assigned to SCP-5670's containment cell are forbidden from making eye contact with anyone not assigned to SCP-5670. This is not required for personnel who have not been within thirty meters of the anomaly for thirty days. Every seven days, D-Class personnel are to interact with SCP-5670 to the point of fully agitating it. A rubber caricature in the likeness of a former United States president is to be provided when interacting with the entity. D-Class personnel is permitted and encouraged to assist SCP-5670 in assaulting the effigy. Description SCP-5670 refers to a 16-meter-tall Class-A biomechanical entity comprised of severely degraded Lincoln Continental Convertibles, currently occupying 31 percent of Provisional Site-73. Estimates show that it is producing 45 liters of crude oil1 per month. SCP-5670 is capable of restricted locomotion via its haphazardly positioned wheels. SCP-5670's middle portion resembles a degraded radiator, which is the main source of the oil. Its upper and lower portions are respectively composed of car frames and parts supported by semi-organic tubes that leak radiator fluid. It has the ability to assimilate other cars into its body, often using them to replace its severely deteriorated parts. It owes its current form2 to this ability. SCP-5670 has attempted to unsuccessfully breach containment several times3. From these incidents, it has been determined that it has limited sapience. SCP-5670 becomes more efficient in terms of oil production when individuals with criminal records of grand theft auto or manslaughter4 enter one of the vehicles comprising it. This anomaly is the effect of a crude thaumaturgic ritual crafted by the Inushika, a group focused on the relationship between minerals and human nature. Lastly, oil production significantly slows down when personnel working near its area have their attention diverted from it, particularly when outsiders are involved5. Considering its short remaining lifespan, and treatment as mandated by the O5 Council, containment procedures have been amended to reflect this. It was built in 1967 under Project AUTO, which was supervised by then-President Lyndon B. Johnson, a noted automotive enthusiast. The project was initiated in order to increase American self-reliance and promote his vision of 'The Great Society', which was his platform involving a series of social reforms to improve America. Discovery SCP-5670 was first discovered in 1973, slowly moving south. Witness reports of a 'moving corpse of cars' and a 'Carmageddon' were received by police stations in Oklahoma. Upon this, the Foundation immediately acted and immobilized SCP-5670 using specialized spikes and thaumaturgic rods. Due to the cost of transporting SCP-5670, the decision was made to contain it in its current location. Project AUTO Details Walter Harrison, one of the lead supervisors of Project AUTO, provided several documents as part of a deal with the Foundation in exchange for cleaning up Johnson's legacy and public image. Excised versions of Harrison's journal entries are provided below. DOC-EXPS-5670 Close. Harrison (on the right) listens as Johnson proclaims the 'usage of all citizens of America, undesirable or not'. Date: 03/14/1966 Entry: We have now started work on Project AUTO alongside members and priests of the Inushika; Our primary aim is to help with the fulfillment of the President's 'Great Society'. Our main mission is to produce a reliable source of crude oil for the military campaigns in Vietnam and as insurance for the affairs in the Middle East. Date: 03/17/1966 Entry: What can I say about 'The Great Society? A lot of folks would reckon that it will be filled with positive thoughts and whatnots, with no room for muck-ups. However, even the President had realized that this is not achievable. He needed to use both sides, saying that he saw that America had many jailbirds. Those are from my perspective, in any case. For now, we have the resources needed for building OilCa6, including the thaumic rods and tubes that we procured with the CIA's help. The necessary chants and procedures from the Inushikas have been also practiced by dedicated staff. One of the bases for SCP-5670. Date: 03/26/1966 Entry: We decided to base OilCa on one of the President's main passions - cars; the design is heavily inspired by his 1961 Lincoln Continental Convertible and his Amphicar. Considering his speech, I find it amusing that one could say the same about OilCa and the President's hobby. Date: 12/10/1967 Entry: OilCa, which is three times larger than a convertible, is now finished after a year of backbreaking labor. Initial testing with prisoners shows an output of around 150 liters. The President was intently supervising every step of the way and has watched OilCa from a safe distance. It is inclined to move its wipers when the President is in its vicinity and opens up its hoods several times as a sort of greeting. The President would often tip his hat to it, and quip about its intelligence and sense of justice. It also tends to play around with the oil it creates. Date: 11/04/1967 Entry: OilCa has been docile so far. Meanwhile, it was discovered that testing with individuals with extraordinarily violent criminal records (beyond 'less atrocious' ones like carnapping and strangely enough, manslaughter - perhaps deliberately brutal crimes sicken it?) has resulted in OilCa scooting and screeching, causing several parts to detach and overheat. Both the master and pet love justice, but too much exposure to scum kills off their mood. Date: 11/21/1967 Entry: Due to health issues, the President has taken some time off and plans to refocus a bit on other projects. It seems that OilCa has noticed his absence, as it has displayed behavior such as assimilating cars in a fashion that causes it to deform itself, shaking and rattling its components, and revving up its engines at irregular intervals. We have to contend with putting clay sculptures of the President for OilCa to play with; it loves these and would seem depressed when it accidentally wrecks one of them. On the other hand, the President, along with the head priest of the Inushika, has expressed disappointment in OilCa due to its low output, high expenses, and now rusty, 'grotesque' form. I believe he is on the cusp of abandoning it. Harrison approaches SCP-5670 with specialized clamping equipment. Date: 06/21/1972 Entry: Maintenance costs have severely increased as OilCa attempts to escape. Thaumic rods have been brought in to restrict it, while we need to train more personnel in handling it. We figured out how to subdue it; we based our method on OilCa's love of the President and things that look like him. First, agitate it to the point that it is no longer aware of its surroundings. Then, put an effigy of the President, or someone similar, in front of it. When personnel attack the effigy, OilCa would usually join in out of confusion. It would be inactive later for some time, sulking over what it did. What kind of pup would attack its master's image, after all? At this point, however, OilCa's quota has been dropping beneath threshold levels, while President Johnson has diverted most of his attention away from Project AUTO. Date: 01/05/1973 Entry: Due to low oil production and high maintenance costs, Project AUTO is now pigeonholed, with OilCa shipped off to somewhere. President Nixon has said that America has a lot of other ways to deal with what AUTO is trying to solve. It's practically the end of the road for OilCa. Using the documents that Harrison provided, SCP-5670's special containment procedures have been amended to enhance SCP-5670's efficiency in producing more crude oil. Meanwhile, a deal was made with the US government to officially pass ownership of SCP-5670 to the Foundation. Upkeep Report 1982-156 FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE UR-045 11/28/1982 Regarding SCP-5670's Maintenance Costs Prepared by Director Michael P. Takemori Project-5670 has been drastically affected by the same problems which hounded Project AUTO. First, oil production has been at a record low. Further testing of SCP-5670's limits have been largely fruitless. Despite changing the number of D-Class personnel used, repairs on the entity initiated, and machinery involved, its output has been marginal at best. Meanwhile, SCP-5670 still remains as a liability due to its breach attempts. The needed funds for maintenance and training personnel have also increased to the point that it is a major strain on Project-5670's and the Foundation's budget. Lastly, SCP-5670 has been degrading at a rate higher than normal as it becomes more inactive. Behavioral analysis indicates high levels of distress. It is estimated that SCP-5670 will slowly become neutralized in the next three months. The team has prepared three proposals for the available courses of action: decommissioning, downsizing of Project-5670, and coordinating with other groups for the containment of SCP-5670. These are to be reviewed by the O5 Council and the Ethics Committee. Update(01/22/1983)7 Due to the containment costs for SCP-5670, its current status, behavior, and its short remaining lifespan, it was decided to decommission it. SCP-5670 breached containment during the process after it began outputting substantially more oil than expected; the load broke most of the containment rods. Partially damaged, it emerged out of the tunnel and headed south. Contrary to earlier behavior, SCP-5670 quickly moved at the expense of its components breaking down due to stress. SCP-5670 avoided locations that contain large numbers of edifices and people. At this point, it began to leak a yellow fluid8. Its middle portion has also become heavily cracked and some of its wheels have become detached. It arrived at the Johnson Family Cemetery in Stonewall, Texas, and then ceased movement. However, it still emits smoke, a substantially smaller amount of oil, and low-pitched clinking sounds. Footnotes 1. Only around 22 percent could be used due to its low quality. However, there is still potential for adequately supplementing the Foundation's budget. 2. Often leading to it being described as a 'pile of cars'. 3. The effigy was therefore introduced to prevent breaches. 4. More severe crimes lead to it breaking down. 5. An example would be eye contact with said outsiders. 6. The term for Project AUTO's expected result 7. The 10th anniversary of Johnson's death. 8. Later analysis shows that 67 percent of it is comprised of ethylene glycol, a component of radiator fluids. |
SCP-5671 | keter | SCP-5671: Before I Wake Written by me, Machen2. Content Warning The following article depicts violent death, implied torture, and vivid descriptions of this anomaly's effects, and other cheerful stuff. If these things make you uncomfortable, please don't read this. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5671 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-5671. Assigned Site Site-300 Site Director V. REQUET Research Head N. A. WRITER Assigned Task Force Λ-13 "PEST CONTROL" Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5671 is currently contained at Site-300-14, at the 13th Biohazard Chamber. No individual is to be in contact with the object without written permission from the Site Director. All personnel within the vicinity of SCP-5671 must wear protective suits, which may not be removed under any circumstances. Any staff member suspected to be infected with SCP-5671-2 are to be quarantined, until infection can be confirmed, before being moved into proper containment. SCP-5671-1 instances are currently kept under isolated containment, within biohazard cells. All cells must be checked periodically for any damage. Weekly interviews have been approved for assessment for the mental state of the subjects, however personnel are not allowed direct contact with the subjects under any circumstances. SCP-5671-2 instances are contained in similar biohazard cells, however all observation windows are to be made from Ippo glass at least 7 inches thick. No glass is to be used in major areas of the cells. Deceased instances are stored at Sector 15 for study. No personnel are to be allowed any contact with the anomalies. Containment Memorandum: File pending update following Incident Incident 26-12-22. Dr. Nomal A. Writer has replaced Dr. Gooday as research head. The locating and detainment of uncontained instances is a considered a high priority. Additional resources have been provided to Site-300. Description: SCP-5671 is an object resembling a chrysalis, roughly 15 meters in height and 17 meters in width. SCP-5671 is extremely resilient, with incendiary and penetrating instruments being ineffective on it. The anomaly regularly releases large amounts of purple vapor into the surrounding area. DNA analysis of the anomaly has concluded it matches with that of Janik Waelts, a known agent of GOI-051 ("The Chaos Insurgency"). When the vapor is inhaled by a living human subject, henceforth referred to as SCP-5671-1, it will result in the formation of SCP-5671-2 instances within their body, typically inside their lungs or stomach. This does not appear to cause discomfort to the host. An SCP-5671-2A instance. SCP-5671-2 are insectoid organisms formed from an SCP-5671-1 subject's extracted cells. The organisms bear resemblance to the common cruiser butterfly (Vindula arsinoe), but are far more adaptive and stronger.1 These instances upon formation2 are divided into two groups. SCP-5671-2B instances are the ones that will remain inside SCP-5671-1, and exert further infection upon the host. SCP-5671-2A are the instances that exit the host's body, typically through their mouth or nostrils. While this causes mild discomfort, this does seem not harm or kill the host. Upon exiting, SCP-5671-2A will seek out and attempt to enter and infect the body of the closest living human being. Entry is usually obtained by forcefully biting3 a hole into the skin or through the nostrils of the subject. The process of infection is similar in both -2A and -2B instances; they will partially fuse with the body of the subject, severely damaging large amounts of the subject's nerves. The SCP-5671-2 instances will then proceed to release a large amount of a thick purple substance4 into the body of the host, usually targeted at the neural system. This severely alters the host's brain, with noted symptoms including increased aggression, increased detachment from reality, and increased health problems. Forcibly separating SCP-5671-2 from an SCP-5671-1 subject has almost always resulted in termination from cranial trauma inflicted by SCP-5671-2A. SCP-5671-1 instances obtain information about the existence of SCP-5671 even if they have no physical interaction with the anomaly itself. Over a varying period of time the SCP-5671-1 instances will begin to possess an obsession with SCP-5671. All known SCP-5671-1 have attempted to "serve" SCP-5671, by acts such as creating artworks depicting the anomaly, poems about the anomaly, sacrificing animals or humans in the name of the anomaly, among other things. Many of the SCP-5671-1 have also attempted to breach containment of SCP-5671. Currently there are 34 instances of SCP-5671-1 in isolated containment, along with 56 instances of SCP-5671-2. The number of uncontained instances are unknown. Addendum 5671.01: Discovery + ENTER CREDENTIALS TO ACCESS - CLOSE FILE SCP-5671 was indirectly created by the Foundation's Department of Atypical Persuasion, during an attempted interrogation of Janik Waelts, who previously had been the Site Director of Site-300-14, before being confirmed to be an undercover agent for GOI-051. In an attempt to make Waelts reveal more information on his mission, and against orders, the prototype "ROD" serum created by Dr. Thereven was used on the subject. After interrogation, the corpse of the CI Agent was disposed off at the Katkol lake, where SCP-5671 was located shortly afterwards. It is believed the experimental serum caused Janik Waelts to mutate into SCP-5671. Multiple individuals in nearby towns were confirmed to be infected with SCP-5671-2. Addendum 5671.02: Interview 5671-1F.13 + ENTER CREDENTIALS TO ACCESS - CLOSE FILE The following is a transcription of an interview of interest conducted with SCP-5671-1F, a subject infected with SCP-5671-2. INTERVIEWER Dr. Jack Gooday - a Class-II Reality Sink,5 Research Lead on SCP-5671. INTERVIEWEE SCP-5671-1F - a 6-year-old girl by the name of Calliope Gooday. FOREWORD: While SCP-5671-1F was cooperative in the beginning, she soon refused to converse with any of the personnel. Due to Dr. Gooday's familiarity with her, he was sent in to interview her. Dr. Gooday: Good morning Callie. No response. Dr. Gooday: How're you feeling? No response. Dr. Gooday: Please say something. SCP-5671-1F: (stuttering) She-she says I shouldn't talk to you… Dr. Gooday: Ah. (pause) I only want to help you…you know that, right? SCP-5671-1F: (sniffles) I do! She-she doesn't want me talking to you. I don't want her to hurt me! Dr. Gooday: Hey, hey-(presses hand against the glass separating them)-I know it hurts, but I need you to be strong, ok? Can you do that? SCP-5671-1F nods. Dr. Gooday: Alright. Could you tell me how "she" talks to you? SCP- 5671-1F: She-she doesn't want me to say. Dr. Gooday: Has she been talking to you for a while? SCP-5671-1F: Y-Yes. Dr. Gooday: I see. Don't listen to anything he says, alright? It's like that time you thought there was a monster living in our basement, remember? Was it real? SCP-5671-1F: N-no. Dr. Gooday: Exactly! She can't hurt you. (pause) So, how are you feeling today? SCP-5671-1F: Sick. Dr. Gooday: More than before? SCP-5671-1F nods, hugging her doll harder. Dr. Gooday: This has to end. This has to. (pause) You know how worried we've been? Why did you just go off into the woods like that? Your mother almost had a heart attack! SCP-5671-1F: (begins crying) I'm s-sorry. No response for 55 seconds Dr. Gooday: No-no, I'm sorry. It's not your fault. I'm sorry I shouted at you, Callie. After a moment, SCP-5671-1F lets out a shriek. SCP-5671-1F: It hurts. Dr. Gooday: Where? SCP-5671-1F: Everywhere!-(begins clawing at her face) Dr. Gooday: That's only going to make it worse, you need to stop. SCP-5671-1F: She's hurting me! She's hurting me, make her stop, please make her stop- SCP-5671-1F falls to the floor, screaming. There appears to be many small objects crawling under her skin. Dr. Gooday immediately alerts the staff and begins attempting to break into the cell, against orders. SCP-5671-1F begins coughing out blood, and multiple SCP-5671-2A instances, all of which swarm out and attack the glass window of the cell, which begins cracking. SCP-5671-1F's stomach ruptures as more SCP-5671-2A instances swarm out of it. Personnel arrive and restrain Dr. Gooday. The situation is brought under control. Afterword: Multiple SCP-5671-2A instances were captured and contained. However, SCP-5671-1F did not survive. Postmortem analysis revealed that the cause of death had been due to multiple SCP-5671-2B instances consuming several of her organs, causing severe internal bleeding. It was also revealed SCP-5671-1F had torn out her eyes and attempted to consume them. Addendum 5671.03: Thaumiel Proposal + ENTER CREDENTIALS TO ACCESS - CLOSE FILE Proposal To Reclassify SCP-5671 as Thaumiel Submitted by the HEAD OF THE DAP Greetings to the Overwatch Command, Classification and Ethics Committees. You must be shocked at recieving this paper. Outraged, even. The Thereven ROD Serum was a prototype developed by the one and only Dr. Thereven to essentially dominate the minds of uncontainable, uncontrollable anomalies. "Mind-control", colloquially speaking. It would also work in interrogations, such as converting enemy agents to our side, having them spy for us. The serum was faulty; the control was not complete, and mentally potent individuals could even resist the effects of it. There were also extreme side-effects, such many test subjects being rendered completely brain dead within a week or so, gross mutations (as seen with Mr. Waelts), along with a plethora of other things. It seems, however, nature itself has perfected it now. Dr. Thereven, along with many of our other scientists, ran multitude of tests on the RS23 strain extracted from SCP-5671-2A, and found it was 98% more potent than the ROD serum, with 56% less toxicity, and its effects manifest 65% quicker. Dr. Thereven was able to refine the substance into RS23-α, a version made specifically for human subjects. RS23-α was a complete success; no individuals so far have shown the capability of resisting its effects. Granted, the process seems to be excruciating, most test subjects keep screaming for days before they are successfully converted. Utilizing it, we have successfully turned multiple agents from many Groups of Interest to our cause, they are completely and utterly subservient to us. Cole is already working on the β version for anomalies. Some might call this unethical, entirely reprogramming the human mind, forcing them to be subject to your control, robbing them of free will. But its a necessary evil. We propose the reclassify of SCP-5671 as Thaumiel-class. Without the anomaly, we will not be able to create more of this serum, which, we believe, is crucial for the future growth of the Foundation. O5 VOTE PENDING ETHICS COMMITEE VOTE PENDING CLASSIFICATION COMMITTEE VOTE PENDING Addendum 5671.04: Incident 23-12-22 + ENTER CREDENTIALS TO ACCESS - CLOSE FILE On December 23, SCP-5671 began pulsating, emitting a dim purple light. Approximately 50 seconds later, there was an increase in the amount of vapor which being released by it. During examination, it abruptly ejected a human individual from within, later identified to be Janik Waelts. Waelts was given the classification of SCP-5671-1Y, after it was noted that a large instance of SCP-5671-2B was inhabiting his chest cavity. An interview with the subject has been provided below. INTERVIEWER Dr. Jack Gooday - A Class-II Reality Sink, Research Lead on SCP-5671. INTERVIEWEE SCP-5671-1Y - Janik Waelts, agent for GOI-051. SCP-5671-1Y: Where-where am I? Dr. Gooday: Hello, Janik. You are currently in solitary containment, how're you feeling? SCP-5671-1Y: Unwell. She has released me from her embrace. Dr. Gooday: …it seems so. SCP-5671-1Y: (touching his chest) She wants one of her children to accompany me, I see. Five. Dr. Gooday: What can you remember during your experience with…"her"? SCP-5671-1Y: Why, everything. She has set me on a mission. Release me immediately. Dr. Gooday: You are under- SCP-5671-1Y: Release me immediately, five. Dr. Gooday: Step away from the glass, sir. You will not be released until we see fit. Silence for 55 seconds. SCP-5671-1Y: What am I doing here? Dr. Gooday remains silent, most likely confused. SCP-5671-1Y: (hysterical) You've got to help me, please, let me out, let me out. Save me from hEric, please! (gasps) She won't leave me alone…please, I have a family… Dr. Gooday: We can help you, remain calm- SCP-5671-1Y: (starts making a gurgling noise) Her children shall release me, then. (pause) I know you have her here. Release her as well, jailors. Dr. Gooday: You'll have to clarify who "she" is. SCP-5671-1Y: She is everything. She is the light that burns the sun, the oceans, the sky that stretches above us. She is the melody of the world, the painter of the world. You cannot imprison the world, five. Dr. Gooday: We are not imprisoning "the world" here. You are under the influence of a powerful hazardous anomaly, Janik. SCP-5671-1Y: Are you sure about that? Dr. Gooday: We know it for a fact. SCP-5671-1Y: You behold light in front of your eyes, yet you are too afraid to look at it. (pause) Perhaps we can make you see. Do not fear the light, five. Dr. Gooday: Gibberish. Answer my questions seriously, or you will be put into enhanced interrogation. SCP-5671-1Y: You still fail to see it. Do what you want to me. She will free me eventually. Dr. Gooday: No one is freeing you anytime soon. SCP-5671-1Y: (laughing) Five, do you really believe that? After this interview, Dr. Gooday submitted the following request. After spending countless months, days and seconds fretting over this thing, I have only been able to reach one conclusion: termination. The existence of this anomaly does nothing but pain those around it, it is an aberration. It twists and warps the minds of anyone under its influence, to an extreme degree. I have concluded that all the instances generated from it function as a hive mind, therefore, cutting off the head will most likely result in the termination/deactivation of all SCP-5671-2 instances. Our research into the anomaly has been revealing more and more worrying details, and has lead me to believe that termination is the only option. The SCP-5671-2 instances are adapting, they're becoming harder and harder to contain. And so is SCP-5671. A butterfly always breaks free from its cocoon. Do we really want to be around when this one emerges? TERMINATION REQUEST DENIED We believe there is more to be learned from this anomaly. We cannot kill everything we contain. If this has been getting too stressful, please let us know. With best regards, O5-1 Addendum 5671.05: Incident 26-12-22 + ENTER CREDENTIALS TO ACCESS - CLOSE FILE On January 26, a widescale breach of containment at Site-300-14 occurred. Due to the relatively low priority and low resources given to Site-300-14, the situation could not be properly contained. A compiled transcription has been provided below. The following transcription was written by Dr. Gooday. Due to his emotional state, the transcription may read as unprofessional and overtly detailed. Transcription pending rewrite. SECURECAM09-26-12-22 SCP-5671-1Y appears to be restless, pacing to-and-fro in his cell. He does this for 5 minutes, before stopping and lying down on his bed. 50 seconds pass without him moving. At 12:10, it is noted that something is seemingly writhing in SCP-5671-1Y's throat. At 12:15, SCP-5671-1Y opens his mouth, and a swarm of many SCP-5671-2A instances are expelled from it, along with blood. The swarm begins attacking the glass observation window, as well as the walls of the cell, which starts cracking. An emergency is declared, MTF-Lambda-13 begin closing in on SCP-5671-1Y's containment cell. The glass shatters under the force of approximately 1,300 instances, which begin assaulting the task force. The following occurred simultaneously and within 45 seconds: The swarm successfully breach the protective clothing of many of the task force members. L13-Alpha's head suddenly begins bulging and pulsating, and erupts, blood smearing the walls as the corpse falls down. L13-Beta screams, attempting to use the flamethrower, to no success, as most of the instances are unharmed. The rest of the team attempt to use the flamethrowers on the swarm, to little success, even though they hit the target. L13-Lead's legs splinter apart with an audible crunching noise. L13-Delta shoots him in the head before her arms splinter apart. L13-Gamma throws his ammunition to the floor, and begins clawing large strips of flesh out of their face. SCP-5671-2B instances can be seen wriggling in their wounds. L13-Gamma proceeds to slump to the floor and lay still. L13-Sup's eyes begin to bulge, and one instance can be seen moving in her left eye. She self-terminates using a nearby gun. Both L13-Omicron and L13-Nu continue screaming and tearing at their faces for a duration of 45 seconds before abruptly stopping. L13-Omicron's right eye is completely torn into a mess, L13-Nu's mouth has been torn open to the cheeks, yet both of them are somehow still alive. Two SCP-5671-2A instances flutter towards them, implanting themselves onto their eyes with an audible squishing noise. Blood along with RS23 begin oozing out as the instances nestle comfortably into their hollowed eye sockets, the wings still protruding outwards. SCP-5671-1Y proceeds to step out of the containment cell, crushing an eye beneath his foot, as a Level 3 Emergency is declared, and walks down a hallway in the direction of the SCP-5671-1 containment wing. L13-Omicron and L13-Nu follow. SECURECAM12-26-12-22 More reinforcements are called as SCP-5671-1Y proceeds to release SCP-5671-1 instances from containment. All of them begin following SCP-5671-1Y to the containment area for SCP-5671. Termination order for the instances approved. More members of MTF-L-13 are sent to contain the breach. Efforts for a widescale recontainment is considered, a distress signal is sent to Central Command, with no response. 45 members of MTF-L-13 arrive to the location, and begin assaulting the instances with point blank gunfire., as well as the utilization of incendiary weapons. About 6 instances are terminated while the rest continue to move, despite suffering major wounds, even crawling. MTF-L-13 is assaulted by SCP-5671-2A instances, the swarm believed to have grown to at least 3,000 instances. Their protective armour is breached almost immediately. Approximately 2,345 instances begins rapidly taking the team apart, rank by rank. Members explode, spraying blood along with flesh everywhere. Many attempt to flee, but are also terminated, rank after rank, torn apart. The bleeding, sloppy remains of the terminated personnel begin piling on the floor in a fashion similar to a wall. The surviving members undergo a process similar to L13-Omicron and Nu, they scream for 56 minutes, with SCP-5671-2B instances crawling into their wounds, before abruptly stopping and following SCP-5671-1Y. It is unknown how they are still able to react to stimuli, as their eyes are believed to have been crushed and replaced by SCP-5671-2A instances. Blood and the viscous RS23 substance leak down their cheeks. SECURECAM20-26-12-22 Emergency Lockdown of access to SCP-5671 is initiated, and the individuals present there are given the order to evacuate vicinity immediately. L13-Omicron overrides the lockdown, due to his credentials still being active. The swarm of SCP-5671-2A as well as SCP-5671-1 barge into the area, as the last remaining researchers attempt to flee. L13-Nu, L13-Mu, L13-Zeta, and L13-Omicron proceed to fire at the researchers, incapacitating many of them. Two SCP-5671-2A instances proceed to break into the protective suit of the primary senior researcher there. He attempts to swat it away, but the instances proceed to bite at his nose, tearing the nostrils 2 inches wider, before forcefully crawling in. The researcher begins screaming in pain. A similar process occurs with the other researchers present, the -2A instances implant themselves onto their eyes, the wings protruding outwards. SCP-5671-1Y successfully breaks into the main chamber where SCP-5671 is kept. Many SCP-5671-1 instances lift the anomaly up, taking it out of the chamber. A junior researcher present is on the floor in front of SCP-5671-1I. The individuals carrying the anomaly step beside, and all other instances, including the SCP-5671-2A, gather in a circle around the researcher. The following conversation was recorded: Junior Researcher: (static)..please, let me go, I'll do anything. SCP-5671-1Y: Anything? Anything? Would you perhaps consider opening your eyes? Junior Researcher: My e-eyes are alre-already open. SCP-5671-1Y: No, they are not. Open them. A loud shout can be heard, repeated five times. Static, followed by incomprehensible noises, video glitches for a moment. ERROR//56wEunknown: DO YOU SEE? DO YOU SEE NOW? Junior Researcher: Yess… The junior researcher's eyes are covered by two protruding wings, blood streaking down her ceeks, mingling with a viscous purple liquid. She appears to be smiling. SCP-5671-1Y: Five, Mother is almost at this world. SCP-5671 suddenly begins glowing and pulsating with a purple light, which increases in brightness. Something large can be seen moving within it; a long moan is heard. It releases an overwhelming pulse of light, and the cameras cut out. Afterwards, no trace of SCP-5671 or its instances was found in the site, a widespread search is still continuing. The remains of the junior researcher, now identified to be Dr. Julia Trebor, were found at the chamber, her blood and pieces of her flesh smeared on the floor, spelling out the following message: SHE WILL MAKE YOU SEE Footnotes 1. One instance was able to bite through a steel rod. 2. Usually within 1 or 2 hours of inhalation of the vapor. 3. SCP-5671-2A instances are carnivorous and have sharp incisors. 4. Currently classified as RS23, a mutated strain of Dr. Cole Thereven's "ROD" serum. 5. Capable of nullifying the effects of several potent anomalies. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5671" by Machen2, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5671. 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 Filename: god.png Author: Machen2 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Wiki Derivative of: These two files which are under CC BY-SA 4.0 and CC BY-SA 3.0 Image 2 Filename: paladin.png Author: Summerdrought License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5672 | esoteric-class | close Info X More by this author The following article is a part of the And Every Time We Meet Again storyline. Whilst you can read it on its own, it's highly recommended you read the previous installments to get this article in its fullest. 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. Filename: cave.jpg Author: Coconino National Forest, Ariz. License: Public Domain Source Link: link From: O5-9 To: All Personnel Subject: IMPORTANT: Overwatch Command Compromised Date: 23/05/1985 On the night of the 23rd of May, Overwatch Command and the O5 Council were lost. It was a long-standing plot orchestrated by a long-known Foundation enemy, Damien Nowak, and the lead of the investigation chasing him, Daniel Asheworth, previously a Foundation doctor, now a declared traitor. The event destroyed Site-01 up during the Council's summit in a ritual we could not have seen coming. There were no survivors. I was the only one lucky enough to not attend due to work reasons. As the only remaining Council member left, I hereby declare myself the new Administrator of the SCP Foundation until further command structures can be rebuilt. With the more easily reachable party responsible for the attack already dead, I promise on my honor I will personally bring that terrorist to justice. You have my word. I'm truly sorry I couldn't have done more. — O5-9 One of the entry tunnels leading into SCP-5672 during an activation event, manifesting a simple self-initiated thaumaturgic ritual. Special Containment Procedures: As the chance of SCP-5672's discovery by non-Foundation individuals is nonexistent, containment is entirely unnecessary. During activation events, Site-120 personnel are permitted to use Site portals to access the anomaly and use it to train their thaumaturgic capabilities between 01:00 and 23:00 hours of the day of the activation. Should they fail to abide by this time schedule and fall victim to the non-activation event incapacitation, no rescue is to be initiated. Description: SCP-5672 is a cavern system located underneath Stargard, Poland, which only exists within baseline reality on a single day, 23/05, each year. During that day, for 24 hours, the thaumaturgic sensitivity within a 1-kilometer radius is greatly increased, easing and empowering the usage of any thaumic rituals compared to other locations on the planet. Due to this, the entire cave system has shown the ability to self-initiate simple thaumaturgic rituals on its own in the past. Though over the past years, numerous reports by Foundation staff were given regarding SCP-5672 possessing numerous caves filled with ancient ruins and unidentified corpses near its lower levels, due to the nature of the anomaly, no conclusive research regarding this has been conducted so far. Discovery: The Foundation was aware of SCP-5672's existence — or at least the existence of a similar construct near its location — before Site-120's founding on 02/05/1916 due to its existence in local legends and fairytales. Only after one of the translated SCP-5292-1 instances revealed its exact location in 1982 did the Foundation engage with it, discovering the anomaly and classifying it as an SCP object. [END OF FILE] log-in > INITIATING OVERWATCH COMMAND LOGIN PROTOCOL… login: O5-9 > REMEMBER: IMPERSONATING A MEMBER OF THE OVERWATCH COUNCIL IS PUNISHABLE BY DEATH. password: the-beast-shall-roar-with-its-thousand-maws-when-the-sun-sets-for-its-thousandth-time > IDENTITY CONFIRMED. WELCOME, O5-9. > OPEN SCiPNET? YOU HAVE ONE (1) UNREAD MESSAGE. yes From: [email protected] To: O5-9 Subject: SCP-5672 1985 Activation Event Report Log Date: 23/05/1985 Miss, As requested, I'm sending over SCP-5672's Activation Event Report Log taken directly from Dr. Asheworth's body camera following the acquiring of his clothing by my brother, during his mission "to finally end the case," as he put it. Additionally, the body you requested should arrive within your office within two days' time. Please see attached file for the full log. I wish I had known him more. Maybe then we could have understood before it was too late. I am truly sorry I hadn't done more to help. Sincerely, — Magdaleine Cornwell > ONE (1) ATTACHED FILE AVAILABLE. OPEN? yes > ACCESSING… Date: 22/05/1985 Exploration Team: Rogue Mobile Task Force Theta-120 ("Tyrfing Black")1 Subject: SCP-5672 Team Lead: Dr. Asheworth Team Members: Dr. Rivera, Cptn. Cornwell Foreword: The following mission was not approved by the Foundation, nor were the appropriate documents that would allow for such a mission to be approved even forwarded to appropriate authorities. As such, all of the following logs depict a rogue mission, entirely undertaken by what is now considered traitors to the Foundation. [BEGIN LOG] The log starts, revealing a relatively large, dimly lit clay cave, covered in light by numerous transparent orbs of dark orange light floating and moving around the area. Though the entire cavern is mostly intact, around its walls, numerous pictograms and wall paintings showcasing either small humanoids violently murdering taller, winged humanoids with gray weaponry or the same small humanoids standing atop a pile of dark-furred bodies, holding what is presumed to be fire in their hands. As Asheworth starts to move forward in the direction the cave is leading to, he suddenly stops, touching his leg in a groan of pain. The camera closes in, showing a wide scar across his knee and thigh, profusely bleeding through a bandage appearing to be made out of leaves, held together by thaumaturgy. Despite this, he ignores the pain and keeps marching on. Rivera: <panting, visibly tired:> D-daniel, we can, we can stop, if you need to. I, I can see that you're, bleeding, you kno— Asheworth: N-no. No. I won—, won't leave until I get that bastard dead. It ends h-here. It ends n-now. Asheworth taps his jeans, revealing he is missing one of his rune gloves, searching for his gun, which he quickly and frantically reloads, pulling his hair back from his face. Rivera: But— The thaumaturgist aggressively turns back to Rivera, his eyes visibly tired. Asheworth: It. Ends. Here. The two start to run again, with a third, slightly armored person holding a heavy assault rifle joining them from behind them — Captain Jeremy Cornwell is visibly less tired, but still panting. Cornwell: How much do we have left this time? Asheworth: Plus-minus 23 hours, or… or until sunset. Cornwell: W-What? Why the, the hurry then, for god's sake? Asheworth: I— The team enters through from the cave into a large balcony-like structure located in the top regions of an extremely large cave, with a big, relatively shallow lake in its middle. A small stream of water is dripping into it from the cave's ceiling. Stopping the running for a moment, Asheworth starts to pant, relatively lowering his stance. Asheworth: Within Nowak there's the combined souls of— wait, did you even listen to what we said about the panels in Esterberg? Cornwell: The what? Asheworth rolls his eyes, aggressively inhaling. Asheworth: The goddamned panels in the Grand Temple of 5373 — did you read them? Cornwell: No. No I didn't. Asheworth sighs. Asheworth: Okay, so, long-story-short: there are two ancient entities that are presumably, like, Gods, with capital G. Father, represented by blue, or the God responsible for creation, and the Beast, represented with red, responsible for destroying that creation, over and over, forever. Asheworth takes a long breath, during which one of the floating light orbs start to dance around him, merging into larger ones and then coming back to their previous states, rapidly altering between dark yellow, orange, and red light. After repeating this cycle a couple of times, they suddenly disintegrate, with drops of liquid-like essence falling on the floor where they stand, and then getting consumed by the floor. Seconds later, the previously seen murals start to light with light identical to the one emitted by the orbs. Asheworth: Years ago, Nowak and I accidentally opened a portal to some sort of reality holding them both, calling parts of their existence to this one. I… I got imbued with Father's, and Nowak got a weird mixture of Father and Beast into him. I… she, I mean Natalie, she got the Beast. But she's long gone. She died the day she got that cursed soul. She… As the orbs suddenly leave the murals, they playfully jump upon the heads of the team, starting to emit powerful, blue light. Said murals suddenly disappear, only to reappear on the archway leading to the next part of the cave, in which the lake is located. They do not depict the same imagery as before, this time showcasing a small humanoid standing in the crowd of thousands of furred humanoids and taller humanoids, with his arms extended. The murals start to cover the entire smaller cavern, with the floating orbs once again disappearing into the floor, starting to illuminate the pictographs with light, rapidly switching between red and blue. After a while, they sit again atop Asheworth, Cornwell, and Rivera's heads, illuminating the room with blue light. As Asheworth blinks, all the murals disappear. Asheworth: Now, almost a decade after it happened, Nowak is trying to release all seals that imprison both Father and the Beast within a… a metaphysical prison, of sorts, wanting to harness their power to bring the land he thinks we stole from the Fae and 1000 back to them. He pauses for a second, sighing in the process. Asheworth: What he failed to do properly ten years ago he will try to do again today. One of the rituals for breaking one of the seals — the only one I actually know — is extremely hard to recreate, with even the both of us here ten years ago we couldn't have done it properly. But now, he knows how to do it, and he has the power of knowing how to use this cave too. Meaning, he'll most likely break it, unless we intervene. <short pause> What he forgets is that I also know how to use this cave, and I am not going to stand here while he finishes his ritual. Asheworth invokes a flame into his hand, reaching the roof of the cave. The orbs fly away from it, only to come back to the MTF a second after the flame stops burning. Asheworth: Not until I get him burned again. This time for good. Asheworth pauses, looking directly at Cornwell. Asheworth: Any questions? Cornwell bursts into laughter, looking directly at Asheworth's eyes. Cornwell: You serious? Asheworth: What? Cornwell: That's some top-tier fantasy shit, Asheworth. You got me good for a second. Cornwell starts to walk in the direction of the opening leading to the balcony-like structures located within the cave with the lake. As he does so, Asheworth aggressively inhales, visibly frustrated. Asheworth: I— Rivera: Yes, he's dead serious. Cornwell suddenly stops. Cornwell: Jesus Ch—, Jesus Christ. He inhales quickly, blinking three times. Cornwell: I… we have to stop him. Jesus Christ. Asheworth and Rivera start to quickly walk towards Cornwell, walking through the threshold separating the two caves together. Doing so, Asheworth groans in pain, grabbing his wound again. He whispers a silent word, and a dim light starts to light around the wound. However, seconds later, it suddenly stops, bringing the wound back to bleeding. Asheworth: I'm running dry. Rivera: What? Asheworth: I'm too tired to cast anything. Even here, even now. Rivera kneels, lowering her level to match Asheworth's. Rivera: <quietly:> We can. You know. Stop here. I understand it's— Asheworth: N-No. I said, it ends here, and I mean it. Rivera: But— Asheworth: <whispering:> Please. Let me have this much. I… I need to end this, please. I need to. Rivera sighs sadly, reloading her gun and blinking three times. Her eyes suddenly turn all white. As she stands up, she sharply inhales with her nose, snapping her fingers and starting to walk towards the stone balcony. Asheworth and Cornwell follow shortly after, with the light bulbs still sitting atop their heads, though stopping to emit light the moment they enter the second cave. As the trio enters into the cavern with the lake, they notice approximately three hundred numerous humanoid entities standing around the water, with Nowak being the focus of their attention. He quietly murmurs something to himself, looking at a large book within his hands. Around the walls of the cavern, ruined pillars and walls, built in an architectural style not native to human history can be seen. They are seemingly a part of the cave, yet stand out as artificial buildings, blending into their surroundings. Around the walls, numerous dried-up bodies of Fae can be seen, whose faces are contorted in varying degrees of abject terror, seemingly still looking at something. Surrounding them are numerous half-destroyed containers, stocked until the ceiling of the cave. A buried staircase can also be seen in the vicinity. Asheworth: Oh Jesus Christ. Rivera: What? Asheworth: It's a war shelter. Cornwell: W-What do you mean? Asheworth: It's… it's where they hid. From us, when we came to murder them. Rivera: Us? Asheworth: All of humanity. During the First Diaspora. Rivera: I… As Rivera looks at the bodies, she groans in pain, gently touching her head. Her face suddenly turns into an expression of horror. Rivera: <whispering:> There were millions of them, Daniel. We murdered millions. She pauses, looking dreadfully at her own hands. Rivera: <quietly:> Why? Why is he here, even? Why bring your followers to the literal tomb of their families? Asheworth sighs. Asheworth: It's a sanctuary to humanity's sins, Jessie. Where better to bring a mob that needs an excuse to murder than here? Rivera: I… Asheworth: They need closure — they and us, I mean. And where better than a place where it began, for both of us? I mean, that's where their cause started, the day we started killing them, and that's when our cause started, the day we opened that portal. Asheworth groans in pain, once again looking at the wound on his leg. Seconds later, he looks at Cornwell, who is standing slightly in the back, panting in tiredness, observing Nowak beneath them. Asheworth: Does everyone know what they're doing? The two remaning members of the team nod. Asheworth: Let's go, then. Asheworth walks up onto the edge of the stone balcony, snapping his fingers. Asheworth: We end it here. As he takes a step that would normally make him fall into the floor located 10 meters below him, suddenly, a stone slab appears underneath his foot. He continues walking, speeding up, and beneath his moving feet, stone structures spontaneously appear. The two remaining members of the MTF do the same, and seconds later, they are located at the bottom of the cave beneath them, standing near the banks of the lake. Taking the final step onto the floor, Asheworth trips over, falling on his wound. Asheworth: <looking directly at the shocked Nowak:> Hi. The entire mob becomes immediately angered, rushing over at the trio. Seconds later, Rivera closes her eyes, and a telekinetic protection field forms around Asheworth and Nowak and her and Cornwell. Though the group standing around them tries to break through it, their attempts are met with failure — however, with each hit on the barrier, Rivera becomes visibly more distressed. Nowak: <backing off a little:> What— what is this supposed to mean?! Asheworth comes forward, nearer Nowak, as half of the light bulbs on his head teleport onto Nowak's, starting to burn with a bright red. Asheworth: Me getting closure. Asheworth lunges at Nowak, with a previously hidden knife suddenly showing in his hand. He slashes at his head, only slightly damaging Nowak's cheek, which starts to bleed. Nowak knocks Asheworth down onto the floor, with the colors of the lights coming from atop their heads starting to violently clash as they mix into purple. As Asheworth punches Nowak in the face with a quick right punch, it convulses as a yellow light bashes into its surface. Nowak spits a tooth out, and proceeds to charge at Asheworth, who is focusing on his hand, forming a flame within it. Asheworth pants quickly, trying to hold a breath, and meets Nowak's charge, bashing him with his elbow. Nowak quickly overpowers Asheworth, grabbing his arm and breaking it half-spell. The thaumaturge screams in pain as Nowak steps on the palm of his second hand with his boot, tearing Asheworth's remaining glove to shreds. Though he tries to knock Nowak's left leg with his right one, trying to bring him to his level, Damien quickly regains his balance, touching the ground, from which a long blade appears. He punches Asheworth with his elbow in the face as he stands up, making him fall on his back, motionless. Nowak: Daniel Asheworth, traitor. Have you any last words? Nowak puts the edge of the blade next to Asheworth's neck, looking directly into his eyes, showing he had already surrendered. The blade starts to burn with a red and blue light — as do the light bulbs on Nowak's head — showcasing runes that weren't previously there, making Asheworth groan in pain as his right cheek gets burned by the temperature the blade starts to emit. He sighs, and looks down. Asheworth: No. Not yet. Asheworth suddenly dashes to his left, dodging the blade, and then lunges forward, towards Nowak, revealing a gun within his hand. Nowak backs off from sheer shock, tripping on one of the pieces of ruin located next to him. Asheworth fires three bullets, each hitting Nowak's chest, one after the other. The body turns motionless, but he continues to fire seven more until his gun is empty. The light bulb on Nowak's head suddenly stops burning, turning motionless too. Rivera looks at him in disbelief, as her eyes turn from white to purple again, breaking the barrier around both her and Cornwell and the one around Asheworth. The mob around it rushes at the team, trying to grab them, with the light bulbs within the cave suddenly turning all red — the ones on the heads of the team remain blue, but their light is starting to get consumed by the red one. Around them, a man in a red suit suddenly appears, hidden by the light; as he snaps his fingers, the three ex-Foundation employees vanish, leaving undecipherable runes around their previous location marks, just as the group of Nowak's followers is about to attack them. The man looks directly into the camera, revealing a red blink within his eye. He grins, whispering "Three down, two to go." and proceeds to walk away from the coat on which the camera is located. Seconds later, the device gets stepped on by one of the bystanders, rendering it useless. The feed cuts shortly after. [END LOG] Ending Statement: Though a complex search mission was initiated shortly after the feed was cut by Foundation employees that arrived on-site, not a single member of MTF Theta-120 was found within. The only entity present within was the motionless body of Damien Nowak, dead, with no chance of recovery. Said body is currently being shipped to Overwatch Command as per O5-9's request. Further study is ongoing. delete-files > ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DELETE THIS E-MAIL FROM ALL FOUNDATION DATABASES? yes > FILES DELETED. log-out > LOGGED OUT. THANK YOU FOR USING SCIPNET, O5-9. Footnotes 1. A three-man Mobile Task Force consisting of the main research group of the Damien Nowak case; despite their relatively high rankings within the Foundation — these being the Site Director statuses of Jessie Rivera and Daniel Asheworth and the Chief of Security status of Jeremy Cornwell — the team was decided to be a valuable field resource due to their high knowledge of PoI-5936. Following their breach of Foundation Obedience Protocol on 22/05/1985, its members have been declared traitors to the Foundation. 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SCP-5673 | safe | by J Dune SCP-5673 - X Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5673 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5673 (right) and a shed belonging to PoI-6029 Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Provisional Site-5673 (Acting Dir.) J. Rebecca Maxon D. Abigail Cathe Zeta-22 "Tree Huggers" PoI-6029 Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding SCP-5673 has been cordoned and classified as Provisional Site-5673. Two members of Stationary Task Force Zeta-22 ("Tree Huggers") are to be present on-site at all times for the purposes of escorting SCP-5673-A to their desired location. In the event that SCP-5673 or SCP-5673-A is observed by veiled civilians, Class-A amenstics are to be administered. PoI-6029 is permitted to interact with SCP-5673 as desired. Description: SCP-5673 is a common oak tree, located in a forest near Cadillac, Michigan. SCP-5673-A refers to a short, humanoid, arborian entity that grows from the branches of SCP-5673. This process occurs daily and continuously, beginning with a thick stem attaching the entity to its branch, growing the rest of SCP-5673-A's body from the head down. At 17:00, SCP-5673-A will detach itself from SCP-5673, and fall to the ground. Fully grown, SCP-5673-A stands at 1.5 meters, and is composed entirely of a material resembling the bark of SCP-5673. These entities grow independently of one another, and the growth of another will not begin until the first entity is detached from its branch. Once grown, SCP-5673-A will walk 3.4 kilometers to the summit of a nearby hill and situate itself into the ground using root-like tendrils that emerge from the entity's feet. Over the next two minutes, SCP-5673-A will wither, its body reduced into a hot ash. This continues until SCP-5673-A has been completely destroyed. Attempts to remove or disturb SCP-5673-A during this ritual have resulted in the entity immediately being reduced to this substance. A chemical analysis of the ash has revealed it to be similar in composition to tree sap. SCP-5673 is located on the property of August Fidel, an artist and sculptor — designated PoI-6029. Addendum.5673.1: Profile of PoI-6029 ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ August Fidel, born November 12th, 1938, is a sculptor and visual artist residing in Cadillac, Michigan. Several of his works are displayed in public parks and plazas throughout the town. His art explores themes of companionship juxtaposed with surreal visuals, and often blends natural materials —such as dirt, crystals, and honeycomb — with unnatural, man made elements. From 1961 to 2010, PoI-6029 was married to Sonia Currie, a fellow artist who became known for her landscape paintings and photography, which often focused on floral and botanical subjects. Beginning in 2005, she operated a floral outlet in Cadillac, as well as a complimentary website, YouTube channel, and message board for gardening hobbyists —all under the name 'Floral Reef'. On 2010/8/12, PoI-6029 reported the death of Sonia Currie, who had apparently succumbed to heart disease. When authorities arrived at his residence, no body could be found, and PoI-6029 claimed that the cadaver had vanished minutes before their arrival. The event attracted minor attention before coming under the purview of the Foundation (See Incident-6029-A1). Investigations into the disappearance, both Veiled and local, proved inconclusive, and charges against PoI-6029 were dropped due to a lack of evidence as well as witness testimonies of Sonia Currie's diagnosed peripheral artery disease. In 2018, a claim of a 'walking tree' seen by a hiker in the Cadillac area was intercepted by the Foundation through paranormal message boards. After a brief interview and amnesticization, the Foundation was led to the Opogo forest. PoI-6029 is the area's only inhabitant, living on a small, isolated property. Further observation reports revealed the presence of SCP-5673, located adjacent to a shed owned by PoI-6029. Foundation Agent Maxon made contact under the guise of an art magazine interested in an interview. A transcript of these events can be found below. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum.5673.2: Interview Log ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ AUDIO LOG DATE: 2018/06/18 »BEGIN LOG« Agent Maxon approaches the secluded residence of PoI-6029 and knocks on the door. SCP-5673 is seen in the peripheral. Agent Maxon: Mr. Fidel? It's Gold Quarterly. PoI-6029: (Distant) Oh, coming. Just give me a second! PoI-6029 opens the door and introduces himself to Agent Maxon. Maxon enters the cabin, which is filled with sculptures, artistic supplies, plants, and photographs. PoI-6029 leads her to a seat. PoI-6029: Honey tea? I used to sell it in town, back when I went in town, that is. (Laughs) Agent Maxon: No, no thank you. It smells great, though. PoI-6029 prepares himself a cup of tea. He asks Maxon a few brief questions about the magazine she writes for, and sits down. Extraneous dialogue removed. Agent Maxon: Alright, so, you've been remarkably quiet the past few years. Your last piece unveiled to the public was… The Illusion in 2014, correct? How have you been keeping yourself busy? PoI-6029: 2014, yes… yes, that sounds about right. I've lost interest in the public in recent years. I've lost interest in giving my art away. First and foremost, I create for myself these days. It wasn't always liked that. When I was younger, you were a sell-out if you cared more about who was buying your pieces, but you go ask anyone who does what I do why they're doing it. It's passion, but it's a living, too. The money comes in, I get to do as I please. If it doesn't… Agent Maxon: Everything around me, was all of this created in the years since you've retreated from the public eye? PoI-6029: I wouldn't call much of that 'created'. They're half-realized, maybe-there ideas that I never have the strength to see through. I'll start 10 and finish none. Wake up the next day and do it all over again. When something is created, it's finished. These (Gestures), these are not. Agent Maxon: Has your creative process always incorporated a form of artist's block? How have you dealt with these feelings in the past? PoI-6029: Oh, oh no, not at all. I used to be intensive. Focus on one project until it was finished, and then move on. See your work through. That's advice I'd give any creative types. When you get to be my age, you start thinking about how much time you have left here, and that can lead to some unnatural behaviors. (Laughs) I've been frantic, trying to make everything I want, and I'm ending up with none of it finished. When Sonia— (Pauses), well, it wasn't always like that. Agent Maxon: I see. What would you say— A loud noise is heard outside PoI-6029's window. PoI-6029 is startled. Agent Maxon: Everything alright out there? PoI-6029: (Pauses) Of course. Where were, what were we talking about now? Agent Maxon gets up from her seat and looks out the window. PoI-6029 follows. Agent Maxon: Sounds like it came from that shed. PoI-6029: It's nothing. I keep old sculptures, supplies, etcetera in there. Things fall all the time. I'm telling you— An SCP-5673-A entity is seen walking across the yard. Agent Maxon: (Points) And what about that? The two exit the house. PoI-6029 frantically attempts to get Agent Maxon to continue the interview. Agent Maxon: Well? You don't seem too shocked about the walking plant person. PoI-6029: You need to go. I don't have much, but I have enough to guarantee your silence. Count on that. Agent Maxon: Mr. Fidel, I'm an admirer of yours, and I'm intrigued. Please, if you can, share this experience with me. PoI-6029: (Pauses) I'm going to be ruined. Agent Maxon: Not a word of it will get out. It'll be kept solely between us. Please? PoI-6029 follows the SCP-5673-A specimen as it approaches the woods. PoI-6029: (Gestures) Follow me. I suppose I don't have a choice. Agent Maxon and PoI-6029 follow the entity in silence through the woods for about 10 minutes. PoI-6029: It started a few weeks after she died. Agent Maxon: Hm? PoI-6029: Sonia, my wife. There's no doubt you've heard of the minor scandal her death caused. She battled her illnesses for a decade, and she was strong. Died while holding my hand, bedside. I called an ambulance, and when I came back into the room, she was gone. Vanished completely. I had some legal troubles, investigations, what have you. They couldn't prove anything and I couldn't either, so it was dropped. About a month later, when my property wasn't being swarmed by cops daily, a tree suddenly… grew overnight. Agent Maxon: You believe the tree and your wife are connected? PoI-6029: I know they are. Sonia loved plants, the earth, trees. She always talked about going home, to a forest of her own one day. I never knew what she meant until now. Agent Maxon: What about (Gestures) the tree people? Where are we going, exactly? PoI-6029: You'll see. Haven't figured them out yet myself. I think it's her way of communicating to me, but… they do the same thing, every day. PoI-6029 explains the mechanics of SCP-5673 to Agent Maxon, including its growing cycle. Redundant dialogue removed. The two come to a clearing, with a hill overlooking a valley. PoI-6029: Look. SCP-5673-A stands atop the hill on a shoveled piece of land. Roots come out of its feet, and it anchors itself to the ground. The entity outstretches its arms above its head, and remains stationary. Beginning from the top of its body, SCP-5673-A turns to ash. PoI-6029: I watch them do this every day. I feel like… when you lose someone, you do little rituals to remember them. I watch her drift away every afternoon. I'm always listening for what she has to say, but it's too loud out here. We're worlds apart. Agent Maxon: I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Fidel. PoI-6029: Oh, it's okay. I'm lucky to have something as sacred as this. A tangible sign. I just wish it weren't indicative of her pain. Agent Maxon: She could just be waiting. No sense in coming back to this world if she's going to be alone, right? PoI-6029: You could look at it that way, but it's all speculation. I just watch over that tree, and attach my own feelings to it for comfort. There's no real sense to it all. Every day, it's going to wither. Agent Maxon: It doesn't inspire you? PoI-6029: (Shakes head) Sonia inspired me when she was here. We used to come up to this hill sometimes. Bring a picnic basket, a canvas, and something to drink. It was our own little world. She would always tease me for my style because I couldn't do realism. Unlike her landscapes and intricate flowers and… exact details. (Laughs) Look at her now. Agent Maxon: My great grandmother lost her husband and passed away almost a year later. After he was gone, she stayed inside all day. Stopped knitting, stopped eating, stopped going to church. They were married for over 50 years, and I never saw them fight once. They really, truly loved each other, at least from what I saw. I can't imagine what a loss like that does to a person. PoI-6029: I'm jealous. (Laughs) We fought all the time. They probably did too. No one is together for that long without having to argue it out a little to blow off steam sometime. Over art, over her garden, over the shop. It was never serious, and at the end of it, we still loved each other. Your grandparents were probably the same. Agent Maxon: It's nice to think otherwise, right? PoI-6029: (Laughs) And turn them into fairy-tale caricatures? I'd give anything to hear her tell me I left my paints in the kitchen again, or that Gabin got into the flower bed. There's so much noise, and none of it's worth listening to, so you tune yourself out from the world. I was ecstatic to have you over, in all honesty. I haven't had a visitor in years. There's no one who cares anymore, and with reason. I haven't made anything, and was only ever as good as my work. You don't produce, people forget about you, because they were never there for you, they just liked what you made. That's not a sin, but it's how things tend to work out. Coupled with, well, no one wanting to talk to an old man like me, and you have yourself a recipe for loneliness. Agent Maxon: What do you do to pass the time? Besides this, you have to have something, right? PoI-6029: I write memories. Probably kept me sharp over the years. If I don't want to forget something, I write it down. Important events, lazy days, dates, things she said to me. Always with as much detail as possible, though I might embellish sometimes. When I want to relive better days, I'll break out the old pictures, and read what I've written down. She's alive in there, for as long as I am. Agent Maxon: I journal too. Introspection like that… it pays off with my job. You end up with a better grasp of yourself. Something to hold onto when you feel disillusioned with the world. I've seen people change, sometimes overnight and sometimes it takes you years to realize they're not who they used to be. I'm scared of losing myself, you could say. PoI-6029: I didn't realize journalism carried such a burden these days. (Laughs) Agent Maxon: More you know, right? PoI-6029 lights a cigarette. The last pieces of SCP-5673-A wither away. He turns around, and gestures for Maxon to follow him. The two make their way back. »END LOG« Researcher’s Note: Due to the subject’s familiarity with SCP-5673 over an extended period of time, amnesticization of PoI-6029 is out of the question. I would not recommend attempting to transport the anomaly either, because of the potential damages that can occur. I am hereby requesting that myself and two members of a stationary task force take residence with PoI-6029 for the purposes of protection and research regarding SCP-5673. PoI-6029 will be kept from the public eye, under strict surveillance. - Agent Maxon Notice from Site-11 Provisional Research Sector: Request granted. Supplemental documentation will be forwarded to you in the near future. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum.5673.3: Interview Log ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ AUDIO LOG DATE: 2018/06/25 »BEGIN LOG« Agent Maxon knocks on the door of PoI-6029. Two stationary task force members stand beside her. PoI-6029 opens the door and welcomes the group. The interior of PoI-6029's residence is notably cleaner than last time. Sculptures and paintings are arranged in a more tasteful way, and several shelves have been constructed, housing objects that were previously strewn across the residence. Agent Maxon: Sorry August, I hope you don't mind the extra company. PoI-6029: (Laughs) Fellow journalists, right? Agent Maxon: (Laughs) Right. PoI-6029: Hey, I told you. I understand you government types. As long as you aren't taking away Sonia, you can stay here as long as you like, and get done whatever it is you need to do. Agent Maxon: We're just here for the sake of journalism. PoI-6029: And I'm a world renowned artist. Honey tea? Agent Maxon: I'm - PoI-6029 leaves and then produces a tray of honey tea from the kitchen. He serves it to the group. The two task force members disperse after taking the cups, exiting through the back door to research SCP-5673. PoI-6029: I appreciate the company, Jackie, I really do. It's nice having people around here again. You've helped clean and organize so much already, not that there isn't a ways to go, but still. Thank you very much. Agent Maxon: Any time. Glad to make things a little more lively for you. PoI-6029: Would you believe me if I said that I started working on something again? Agent Maxon: (Pauses) Really? PoI-6029: Mm. In there. PoI-6029 points to a sheet-covered object in the kitchen. Agent Maxon: Can I… can we see it? PoI-6029: Well, it's not done yet! You can see it when it's finished. Agent Maxon: If it's finished. PoI-6029: Oh… I'll finish it, don't you worry. It's the first time in years I've been truly motivated to create, and it's all thanks to you. I appreciate having you around, Jackie, even if I'm not privy to whatever it is you're really doing here. But you're going to love it, the art, I mean. Agent Maxon: I'll look forward to seeing it. Was it the organizing that kicked you back into action? PoI-6029: The cleaning, the organizing, the talking. I told you, this place has been empty without Sonia, and adding just an ounce of life to it is working wonders. Agent Maxon: Oh, well, we're glad to provide. (Laughs) Almost 5, isn't it? PoI-6029: (Checks watch) It is. Hold on, I'll be right back. PoI-6029 exits the room and returns with a photo album. Agent Maxon: Pictures? PoI-6029: Personal album. I thought it was lost until we found it the other day while clearing out the shed. I'll be able to attach an image to some of that writing I do. Besides, I need an excuse to talk about myself. PoI-6029 flips through the album and stops on a picture of an elderly Sonia Currie gardening. Agent Maxon: Sonia? PoI-6029: One of the last ones I took of her. Might be the last one. It's nothing extravagant, just one of our everyday, quiet things. You never realize how special until they are until you don't do them anymore. Agent Maxon: Used to drive to work every day. Same location, same redundant 40 minute drive. Would you believe as soon as I got out of that place I started missing it? Routine is comforting, I know. PoI-6029: Speaking of, you want to head out? She'll be sprouting any minute now. Agent Maxon: Of course. »END LOG« ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum.5673.4: Interview Log ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ AUDIO LOG DATE: 2018/07/12 »BEGIN LOG« Agent Maxon approaches PoI-6029, who is on the hill where SCP-5673-A withers, sitting on a chair. Agent Maxon: Hey, you still up here? It's nearly midnight. PoI-6029: Jackie? Oh… I must've lost track of time. Agent Maxon: You fall asleep or something? (Laughs) PoI-6029: No, no. I'm just watching. Agent Maxon: The stars? It's nice out tonight. Bit of a breeze. You okay? PoI-6029: (Pauses) Thank you for everything you've done the past few weeks. Here I thought I was going to die forgotten and alone, but I'm glad I held on for you and your people. You've given me the tiny push I needed to do this one last thing. Agent Maxon: Your sculpture, yeah? Is it finished? PoI-6029: It is. I'll show it to you tomorrow. My last work. (Laughs) Agent Maxon: Aw, don't say that. You got plenty of time left. You're just getting back into the swing of things, August. You can't stop now, you got too many fans. (Laughs) PoI-6029 shakes his head. PoI-6029: I've been seeing her a lot more at night, in dreams. I'm ready to see her again in person. When Sonia died, she would always talk about how her time was up. Never understood how she knew, but now… you just know. I'm ready, Jackie, I'm ready to see her smile, and feel her arms around me again. I'm ready to see her bloom. (Pauses) Can I ask you something? Agent Maxon: Sure. PoI-6029: We've beat around the bush enough. You're not journalists, and I'm not even sure if you're government. Sonia's tree has shown me that there's still wonder to be found in the world, even at my age. But it's a secret wonder, one beyond my comprehension. One I knew I couldn't share. You understand it though, with your tests and samples, recording equipment and such. Who are you people? What secrets do you know? Agent Maxon: You know I can't tell you that. PoI-6029: Hm. Figured that much (Laughs) I thought I'd ask before it was too late. There's still a little bit of curiosity left in me, about whether or not this is all there is, and what comes after. Agent Maxon: Well, I can't tell you with this thing on. (Gestures to recording device.) At this point, the feed is disrupted. The recording equipment is pointed to the sky and the audio is turned off. Agent Maxon explained this as an accidental bumping of the camera. She has provided no explanation for the lack of audio. The duration of this disruption lasts for twenty minutes. When the feed returns, Maxon and PoI-6029 are walking back to the residence. Agent Maxon: Well? PoI-6029: Thank you. It seems there's still more for me to learn. It's kind of comforting. Life goes on. Agent Maxon: Life goes on, sometimes. Agent Maxon and PoI-6029 reach the residence. PoI-6029: I think I'll go straight to bed. No card games tonight. Agent Maxon: That's alright. You sure you're good? PoI-6029: (Nods) Just tired. Agent Maxon: That's fine. I think the other two are down at a bar in town. Gotta go pick them up, you know how it is. I'll be back in a few hours, so don't be alarmed if you hear the doors opening. PoI-6029 shakes Agent Maxon's hand. PoI-6029: Thank you, Jackie. Agent Maxon: No problem. (Pauses) August, I'll see you in the morning. Looking forward to your new piece. Night. PoI-6029: Goodnight. PoI-6029 turns around and enters his residence. Agent Maxon walks away from the site. »END LOG« Researcher's Note: At some time during the night, PoI-6029 died in his sleep. We found his body in the morning and confirmed it with the Site-11. We were in the process of sorting things out and I went into the kitchen for a second. I came back, and the body of PoI-6029 had vanished. Neither Chalmers or Darbonelli saw anything either. We held a small service for him, between the three of us. This has not appeared to affect SCP-5673, as SCP-5673-A sprouted and walked to the hill as expected. The full report is attached below. - Agent Maxon ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum.5673.5: Incident Log ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ A week after the death of PoI-6029, the growth of a second SCP-5673-A entity alongside the first was observed in SCP-5673's daily growth cycle. The entities, after fully growing, detached from SCP-5673 and walked their anticipated path. Upon reaching the hill, the two entities embraced. Their limbs grew, stretching and contorting until they fully resembled a tree. No anomalous properties have been observed, and the object is an otherwise ordinary tree. The tree created by both SCP-5673-A entities 'A Forest For Ourselves' by August Fidel Following this, SCP-5673 has not been observed to grow any more SCP-5673-A entities. Reclassification from safe to neutralized remains pending. PoI-6029's final work of art was a metal sculpture. An inscription on the plaque reads as follows: A FOREST FOR OURSELVES: DEDICATED TO SONIA AND TO THOSE WHO HELPED ME, THANK YOU A small note written by PoI-6029 and placed near the sculpture indicated that the object was to be donated to Cadillac, Michigan. Agent Maxon saw through the request. ▷CLOSE◁ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5673" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5673. 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-5674 | safe | SR #5674: To See What He Can See Authors: A Fungus, an actual crustacean and Rhys Tanner, God's perfect little servant Content Warning: This article contains descriptions of end-of-the-world scenarios, gore and body horror. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by Rhys Tanner and A Fungus SR #5674 conduit donated from the Metropolis Britannica Sacrae Causā Prōcēdendae: SR #5674 may be manifested at will by any true believer. Conduits of SR #5674 found in the possession of the public are to be confiscated; if the offender is repentant, no further action will be necessary. The conduits are constituted of simple ordained matter and may be held at any reliquary or holding site within a locked box. Ecumenical personnel are allowed to own, forge, and use conduits of SR #5674 at their own free will are permitted to use conduits of SR #5674 for the purpose of inquisition under the guidance of the cult of Saint Hubertus. Description: SR #5674 is an aspect of Saint Hubertus1 which can be accessed through the ritual use of a conduit to his animus. An SR #5674 conduit is a sealable box forged from brass, of any dimensions, with a concave lens which allows a line of sight into its interior. The conduit must be blessed in the name of Saint Hubertus— Heavenly Father, Infinite and indivisible, Out of your heart emerges everything From the vastness of the expanse To the smallest grain of sand. Mighty Father, To see all that is unseen; The motions of worlds And the trajectories of light's rays; Is to know the sum of your works. Blessed Father, In the name of Saint Hubertus; Who holds the keys to burn away madness, Who sees everything, And who guards the forest of Gnosis; May we see what he can see. If the blessing is heeded, Saint Hubertus will consume the offering2 and answer in kind, such that the conduit will become a sink for His Providence and foresight. Upon sealing the relic3 of an individual inside the conduit, the lens will reveal moving tridimensional images which defy the limits of the conduit's interior space. These images depict a possible world and its consequences wherein the individual connected to the relic was never conceived, so that we may reflect on their impact. Addendum #5674.I— Inquisitions Date Relic Providence Granted Insight 01/07/1834 I; Skin from the Inquisitor Caius Griffiths An idyllic montane countryside. In the distance can be seen the city of Semper Viridis, Colorado Colony. The inquisitor confirmed the image depicts his property, but without his homestead built upon it. 10/04/1846 II; A crossbow quarrel forged by Saint Hubertus of the Ardennes Rabid dogs and corpses on streets. It is known that the Key of Saint Hubertus is called upon to brand dogs and save them from rabies. 19/02/1868 I; A lock of hair from the Princess Josepha Marian von Habsburg Maximus The Blessed Principal Magistrate Michael von Habsburg Maximus on his deathbed, his Last Will burning on a desk beside him. The Blessed Michael married Princess Josepha to preserve his legacy, and reared three sons. 20/11/1883 II; A scroll held by Saint Oliver the Protector The capital of the Diocese Hibernia under an odious blue sky. The people do not dress in Christian garb and Royalist banners are present. The Saint truly saved his Patronage from this fate. 24/10/1901 I; A vial of blood from the Damned #106520 Geneva Catilina alive and tending to her unborn children. The image of the cross radiates with a halo above each of their heads. The utmost proof of the Damned's guilt in her murder. 07/01/1916 II; A ring owned by the Inquisitor Georgius Ballia The inquisitor's brother succumbs in battle against heathens. The inquisitor volunteered for transfer to the frontier of Lydia. 20/04/1922 II; A chalice from the Last Supper held by Our Lord Jesus Christ [PURGED FROM THE ARCHIVES] Psalm 39:1– I said, “I will watch my ways and keep my tongue from sin; I will put a muzzle on my mouth as long as the wicked are in my presence.” The blasphemous inquisitor has been defrocked. 07/11/1941 III; A lead bullet destined to strike the heart of the King of Magog A most grand Basilica, draped in the icons of Our Ecumene, built in the Garden of the Agony in a liberated Ierusalem. It must be made true. LEVEL IV CLEARANCE REQUIRED THY WILL BE DONE Addendum #5674.II— Providence at the XVIth Crusade On the 2nd day of April, 1.942 AD, after the Battle of Armagedōn as foretold in the Book of Revelation, the Synod of the Tridecimate ordained from the newly delivered Ierusalem a most righteous decree: MYSTĒRIUM, King of Magog and Babylon the Great, Mother of Whores and Abominations on Earth, Profaned Karcist of Marrow and Apostle of the Son of the Morning, would be brought before them, and, in his final acts, be rendered repentant by the will of Our Ecumene. The Antichrist was disrobed, defanged and declawed, his eyes gouged, and, so cast before a congregation of his enemies, was shot and baptised in fire. The cult of Saint Hubertus sampled his residue, so that they may be granted Providence. Residue Providence Granted Insight 1st II; Writhing vestments of the King of Magog Glass and metal towers with tops in the sky above streets with soulless people. The beaches and waterways of Mare Nostrum are dyed and polluted by refuse. Beasts of air and sea are choked by an iridescent black miasma which floats on the water. A cross inside a halo floats above the heads of the helpers of God's creatures. Providence seems to resemble the 51st Circle of Sheol. Residue was destroyed. 4th II; The hearts, the 3rd eye, the 13th digit, and the womb of the King of Magog An orange mushroom growing from the ruins of a city. Iram of the Pillars reemerging to forge the Earth in her false clockwork image. Half-bodied golems in the sky crushing the citadels of Palaestīna under their fists. A cabal of smiling Daemons wearing the skins of men and the robes of bishops. Sol breaking through the Firmament and melting our flesh. Wormwood, the Leviathan of New Daevastan, blazing like a torch, regurgitating beasts and turning the seas blue and turbulent. All attempts at misdirection. Residue was destroyed. 8th I; The Crown of Tongues of the King of Magog The Synod of the Tridecimate murdered by lead bullets. The bodies are placed in coffins draped under an unknown flag with three crescents. Pathetic mockery. Residue was destroyed. 16th I; Ashes of the King of Magog [POTENTIAL HAZARD OF MIND PURGED] Proverbs 27:12– The prudent sees danger and hides himself, but the simple go on and suffer for it. The Daemon blasphemes. In the following days, the city of Ierusalem rejoiced, for it was scorched free of deceivers and tyrants and the abominable Larvae of Tartarus. Three days after this Providence, to punctuate the ceremonies of Resurrection Sunday, the Synod of the Tridecimate threw the ashes of the King of Magog into the expanse beyond the Firmament, that he may never return. May all heathens learn humility from his grisly and deserved end. 2 Corinthians 4:18 As we look not to the things that are seen, But to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, But the things that are unseen are eternal. Footnotes 1. c. 656 – 30 May 727 annō Dominī. Patron Saint of hunters, mathematicians, opticians, and smelters, as well as the Prescient Harmonic Defenses of the Latin Ecumene. 2. Accepted offerings include cardamine, sage, nettles, tarragon, mulled wine, a cup of doe's milk, a prism, or a crucifix cast in antimony by the hand of the invoker. 3. Personal effects (IInd Class) and offerings of the flesh (Ist Class) grant the greatest Providence. {$previous-title} SR #5674 SCP #7511 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "Sacred Relic #5674" by Rhys Tanner and Dr. Phil McClaw, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5674. 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-5675 | safe | Item #: SCP-5675 Chicago Department of Streets and Sanitation garbage truck, similar to those involved in SCP-5675 events. Special Containment Procedures: Though SCP-5675 events have ceased following the arrest of PoI-5675, the neighborhood is to remain under surveillance as a precautionary measure against similar phenomena. PoI-5675 is currently incarcerated at a federal facility under UIU surveillance. Anomalous or otherwise suspicious activities are to be reported to the Foundation immediately under the Foundation and UIU's intelligence-sharing protocol. Description: SCP-5675 is a phenomenon affecting residents of Chicago’s Douglas neighborhood. SCP-5675 presents as a cognitohazardous anomaly, through which individuals display adverse psychological responses to garbage collection vehicles operated by the Chicago Department of Streets and Sanitation. Symptoms of SCP-5675 include paranoia, anxiety attacks, and in several cases myoclonic seizures. In all occurrences of this phenomenon, the affected individual has reported an acrid smell not typically associated with refuse. The first known incidence was on the morning of 2015/06/03, wherein approximately two hundred Douglas residents reported to local medical services and emergency rooms. SCP-5675 continued, with only the vehicles assigned to the weekly Douglas collection round triggering SCP-5675. Since Foundation observation began, an incident occurred once per week until 2015/11/08 (see Addendum-1). In all cases, an amnestic aerosol was dispersed over the neighborhood and its surrounding environs using an agricultural aircraft. PoI-5675 is Robert Brigham Jr., a local resident with an interest in thaumaturgy and ritualistic practices. Brigham was first identified as a person of interest after triangulation of SCP-5675 events; the most severe symptoms had been seen in individuals near the apartment building where Brigham lived. + Addendum-1: Investigation - Addendum-1: Investigation The first SCP-5675 events began approximately one month after eleven year-old Grace Fontaine went missing from the city’s North Lawn area in May 2015. Her disappearance was ruled an abduction by the Federal Bureau of Investigations, though no suspects had been identified prior to PoI-5675’s arrest. Statement given by Lena Fontaine at press conference the night following her niece’s disappearance: I’ve got a few things to say to the city of Chicago tonight, on behalf of my sister Joan and her husband Markus. First, the whole family would like to thank everyone who gave their time — hours of their time — to help search for our Grace. Whatever the outcome, whatever lies ahead, we are indebted to your efforts. Second thing, which should go without saying, is something that you’ve no doubt been hearing time and time again. However, I’d like to reiterate: if anyone knows anything, and I mean anything, that might help us in our search for Grace, do not hesitate to get in touch with the authorities. Once again, we thank everybody who’s aided in the search so far. Be that combing the streets or sharing posts on social media, you’re real angels. I’m gonna hand back to the Commissioner right now. God bless. Let’s get our baby back. The Foundation’s investigation into SCP-5675 drew the attention of the FBI’s Unusual Incidents Unit. The UIU was keen to establish whether Fontaine’s disappearance was linked to the emergence of SCP-5675 and took over the Fontaine investigation from the wider FBI. NOTE: Foundation reservations regarding intelligence sharing with the UIU are currently under review; it is possible that had information about SCP-5675 been passed to UIU contacts earlier on, a connection between SCP-5675 and the Fontaine investigation may have been identified sooner. On 2015/11/08, the apartment of Robert Brigham Jr. was raided by MTF Iota-10 (“Damn Feds”) in conjunction with the UIU. MTF Eta-10 ("See No Evil") was also present, due to the potential risk of cognitohazardous phenomena.1 Brigham was detained without incident and taken into joint Foundation/FBI custody. Investigators discovered, along with literature relating to various thaumaturgical practices, the polished skull of a young human female. Genetic analysis confirmed that it belonged to Grace Fontaine. A bag containing approximately one kilogram of biological matter was also recovered from the apartment’s refrigerator. Following Brigham’s arrest, SCP-5675 events have ceased and the anomaly has been reclassified as Neutralized. + Addendum-2: Interview Log - Addendum-2: Interview Log Interviewed: Robert Brigham Jr. Interviewer: Agent Laura Dunnings, UIU Foreword: Due to the discovery of Fontaine’s remains, the UIU wished to conduct an interview in accordance with Brigham having become an FBI homicide suspect. Two Foundation operatives were present during the interrogation. <Begin Log> Agent Dunnings: Mr Brigham? Robert Brigham Jr.: Junior. Agent Dunnings: So, Mr Brigham, to cut to the chase: We're almost certain you abducted Grace Fontaine. Robert Brigham Jr.: Well I’m not gonna, like, deny it or anything; I mean, you found her skull sitting on my mantelpiece like it was granny’s fine china. Agent Dunnings: I've only mentioned abduction. You do understand, Mr Brigham, that your statement constitutes a confession to murder? Robert Brigham Jr.: I understand completely. Agent Dunnings: And, while we're at it, you want to tell me why you kept the skull? Robert Brigham Jr.: It's like a… like a trophy, I guess. A little something to remember my endeavour by. I polished her all clean - that's to buff the bad spirits right out, so they say. Agent Dunnings: They? Robert Brigham Jr.: Occultists. Magic people. They've got stories… bad things happening to people who abuse their guidance. Karma, you might call it. And I guess this is it. Brigham gesticulates at the room. Agent Dunnings: Just so we're clear — you're talking about the texts we found in your apartment, correct? Robert Brigham Jr.: Ah, the spellbooks? Agent Dunnings: Officially, we prefer the phrase “thaumic literature”. But go on. Robert Brigham Jr.: Well, I’ve dabbled. Just another of my peculiar hobbies. Agent Dunnings: You’ve dabbled? Robert Brigham Jr.: I’m no wizard, ma’am. I couldn’t tell you any thermic… thermal… whatever you wanna call spells off the top of my head. Ain't no use without my books. Agent Dunnings: When you say about people who "abuse" this… magic — were you engaging in thaumic practices when you murdered Grace Fontaine? Robert Brigham Jr.: I might have… whispered a sweet something or two into her ear. Something to get her to calm down. She was scared shitless - kicking, screaming, all the way back from North Lawn in the back of my car. Screaming for someone to save her, to find her, "don't hurt me!" and all that- Agent Dunnings: And did it work? The spell, or whatever you want to call it? Robert Brigham Jr.: I mean, I told you I’m not a wizard. She quit squealing, yeah, but kept squirming. Like her mind was somewhere else. That’s why I had to… had to hit her with the… Agent Dunnings: So that’s how she died? You hit her with… what, exactly? Robert Brigham Jr.: A shovel, I think. Keep one in my truck in case of a Chicago winter. I weren't going to kill her right away. Might not have killed her at all, in fact, but desperate times call for desperate— Agent Dunnings: So where’s the rest of her, then? What did you do with the body? Robert Brigham Jr.: Between my little ornament and what your buddy pulled outta the fridge, you got her. Agent Dunnings: No, the rest of her. Robert Brigham Jr.: I broke her down. Teeny-tiny little pieces. I been putting bits of her out with my trash every garbage day. Good luck combing the landfills if you wanted to, like, stitch her back together or something. Agent Dunnings: And you didn't think to… get rid of these so-called karmic spirits from what was left of the body? Robert Brigham Jr.: Polishing bone's one thing, ma'am, but the best I could do with the other… stuff was dice her up and sneak her out. Thought it was done and dusted until you came knocking at my door. And, I'll tell you — if I'd not been brought in, I'd have done it all over again. The room is silent for a moment while Agent Dunnings and the observing Foundation personnel take notes. Agent Dunnings: Thank you, Mr Brigham. I think that’s enough for now, but I’ll be speaking to you again soon. <End Log> Closing Statement: Brigham was charged with the first-degree murder of Grace Fontaine. Occult literature recovered from Brigham's home corroborates the suggestion that an incantation was performed during Fontaine’s abduction with the intention of "calming" his target. Thaumaturgical experts believe that this particular incantation was capable of inducing a side effect not mentioned in the texts, in which the affected victim instead expresses fear and panic through the transmission of ontokinetic energy. Footnotes 1. Personnel were supplied with countermemetic and ontokinetic-resistant equipment. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5675" by ThisMightBeAuto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5675. 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SCP-5676 | euclid | Item#: 5676 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5676 is to be contained within a standard Oubliette-class Anomaly Womb cell1 pending further developments. Heart rate and brain activity are to be monitored, and X-rays taken weekly. These tasks, including nutrition and waste management, are to be handled remotely via an automated system. No contact is to be initiated with SCP-5676 without the express permission of Dr. De Weger. In the event of host death, G-class "Anomaly Birth" scenario, other sudden changes in host status, or forseeable approach of any of these events, anomaly is to be observed and tested anew, and containment procedures revised accordingly. SCP-5676-1 is to remain in total isolation indefinitely. Description: SCP-5676 is a potentially sentient cardiac tumor that bears a strong visual resemblance to popular, primarily American depictions of Jesus Christ. SCP-5676-1 is a 23-year-old Caucasian American female with no prior recorded medical issues. SCP-5676 is located partially in and around SCP-5676-1's heart. Preliminary incisions and examinations yielded the conclusion that safe removal of SCP-5676 from its host was possible at time of initial examination, but doing so would have led to the item's "death". As of ██/██/2021, SCP-5676 has grown significantly enough that safe removal is no longer possible. SCP-5676-1 was not raised in a Christian household, nor educated at a nominally Christian school. Questioning of SCP-5676-1 revealed that the subject only began to notice physical discomfort following an interaction with a "tall androgynous person in a wide-brimmed black hat and priest's collar", hereby designated PoI-56762. PoI-5676 approached SCP-5676-1 in an otherwise nondescript parking lot and initiated a conversation about the Church of Latter Day Saints. Even when subjected to interrogation, SCP-5676-1 did not recall many specifics, other than PoI-5676 ending the conversation with the phrase "The Lord is in all of our hearts". SCP-5676-1 noted an unusual sensation in the chest cavity later that day, but was not apprehended by Foundation personnel until nearly a month later. 5676.1: Detailed Observations SCP-5676 exhibits highly irregular growth patterns, at times rapidly increasing in mass for currently unknown reasons. It is believed that the item began as an unremarkable (if rare) teratoma, and developed its anomalous appearance at a later date. As of ██/██/2021, the item measures approximately 4.5 by 1 by 0.5 inches - proportions consistent with the relative height, width and depth of an average human male. SCP-5676 is malformed, but displays features identifiable as facial hair, teeth, eyes, limbs, and thumbs3. SCP-5676 also appears to be wearing a white robe, red sash and sandals, but these are in fact composed of flesh, bone and cartilage. It, like its host, appears Caucasian and has blue eyes. It is unknown if these traits are inherited from SCP-5676-1. SCP-5676 primarily holds itself in a "thumbs up" position, its face fixed in a wide smile. It has, however, been observed to move on more than one occasion. In initial open-chest surgery, SCP-5676 appeared to be affected by anesthesia administered to SCP-5676-1, and assumed a "sleeping" position. A second open-chest surgery was performed at a later date with minimum possible use of anesthetics, during which SCP-5676 was reported to have "smiled beatifically" at Dr. De Weger. De Weger later insisted that SCP-5676's mouth moved, but any speech would have been inaudible at the time. SCP-5676 has been observed to grow in sporadic bursts. Despite extensive testing, the exact stimulus that causes these growth spurts remains unknown. The tumor visibly increased in mass in response to stimuli including but not limited to: bright light, loud noises, induced hemorrhaging, nutrition deprival, oxygen deprival, and sleep deprival. Dr. De Weger was unable to draw a conclusion after three months of testing, and was equally unable to determine the anomaly's root cause, whether it is transmissible, and whether its anomalous properties evolved over time. It is for these reasons that Dr. De Weger recommended SCP-5676 and its host be contained in total sensory isolation in an Anomaly Womb cell until the item's growth has plateaued. Based on current estimates, this intermediary period could last between three months and four years. It is thought that when SCP-5676-1 no longer complicates efforts, testing conducted on the anomaly's complete form will be far more conclusive. + Addendum - Addendum The nature of the cancer is that of metastasis. The item in question is, as of yet, like a child - we do not know what form it might take, what butterfly may emerge once its cocoon is discarded. Our duty is simple: secure, yes; contain, certainly; but we must also protect. I am confident that there is more to be learned from SCP-5676 that we have simply not yet been able to grasp. Understanding is the key to control, and this matter I am most, most determined to understand. - Dr. Ethan De Weger. + Addendum 2 - Addendum 2 Concerns have been raised by the Ethics Committee, so this addendum should clear up some matters. Prior to current containment, SCP-5676-1 was informed of the details of its upcoming containment procedures as per Ethics Committee guidelines. At this stage there was in fact sudden violent resistance and desperate protestation from the host.4 Ethics Committee members should note that the item risked damage as a result of this reaction, and as such I recommend rethinking the guidelines for this sort of situation. Nonetheless, SCP-5676-1 was rapidly lowered into the Anomaly Womb cell and sealed into containment, which quickly restricted movement and ensured the item's safety. SCP-5676 has been in current containment for eleven months. Despite no vocalizations from SCP-5676-1 in over seven months, and brain activity levels indicating a debilitating increase in discomfort/pain from the anomaly's expansion, the anomaly's host remains conscious and stable. X-rays clearly show that SCP-5676's growth is progressing at a steady and healthy rate. According to our data, this is greatly aided by a near total lack of movement from the item's host, which has helped to stabilise growth patterns. I am confident in the safety of the item. I hope this assuages the concerns of the Ethics Committee, and I look forward to sharing our ultimate findings. - Dr. Ethan De Weger. Footnotes 1. New as of 2020, the Anomaly Womb cell series is a fully controlled environment intended to contain items that are currently undergoing a process of rapid change. 2. Searches for PoI-5676 have thus far returned no results. 3. The "fingers" are currently fused together, but it is expected that they will separate as the item grows. 4. By contrast, previous signs of extreme depression and mental distress resulted in a satisfactorily docile state throughout most of the testing period. |
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The fourteen SCP-5677-A instances are held within Panthera Containment Enclosure-3 at Parazoology Site-72. SCP-5677-A instances receive the standard maintenance required of their species (see Parazoology Maintenance Manual 14B). Under no circumstances should the SCP-5677-A instances be allowed access to media or conversation mentioning "gazelles". All fourteen SCP-5677-B instances are hanging on metal hooks within Biological Containment Locker-64. An automated chemical distribution system treats the instances with Compound RWT4 daily, in order to ensure preservation. Description SCP-5677 is an unexplained event that occurred on 1988/10/15 at the Zipco Industries'1 Houston office. Between 13:00 and 13:30 GMT, a total of fourteen lions2 (designated SCP-5677-A) manifested within the office building and began attacking employees. Security footage of both entrances confirms that the SCP-5677-A instances did not enter the building through conventional means. SCP-5677-B is a total of fourteen sets of epidermises, each from a single human male confirmed to be former Zipco Industries employees. Each SCP-5677-B instance has a Zipco zipper embedded from its scalp to the small of its back. Testing of each SCP-5677-A and SCP-5677-B instance confirmed a 99.95% DNA match between corresponding pairs. Addendum 5677/1 A Foundation Concealment Team and Parazoology Recovery Unit responded to a Houston Police broadcast involving unexplained lion attacks within an office building. After approximately two hours, all fourteen SCP-5677-A instances were successfully recovered. During the event, there were a total of twelve civilian deaths and 27 injuries. Subsequent interviews with survivors revealed that the SCP-5677-A instances originated from the fourth-floor conference room. The fourteen SCP-5677-B instances were found draped upon individual chairs in conference room 12-B. The room had been reserved a week prior for a team-building workshop. A VHS tape labeled "Lions of Industry: How to Tame the Corporate Jungle" was recovered from the VHS cassette player within the room. Aside from its title, the tape has no other markings or manufacturing information. When played, the tape consists of 2.5 hours of static noise accompanied by the song "If I Only Had the Nerve" from the 1939 film The Wizard of Oz. The VHS tape has been filed under ID# 5677-88 within the Site-51 Media Archive. Addendum 5677/2 Foundation personnel interviewed Kyle Mitchell, the human resources employee responsible for arranging the team-building workshop. Mr. Mitchell claimed that the CEO of Zipco Industries, Leopold Conner (designated PoI-R5677/1), provided both the motivational video and all other materials present during the workshop. PoI-R5677/1 also selected the fourteen senior employees that he believed were the most loyal to attend the workshop. According to employees, PoI-R5677/1 had been expressing increasingly erratic behavior following the announcement of the Gazelle Company's3 imminent takeover of Zipco Industries. A Foundation PoI Recovery Unit investigated an abandoned townhouse owned by PoI-R5677/1, located in Kingstown, Texas. Responding agents recovered VHS and video recording equipment, over 200 photographs of lions,4 .6 grams of cocaine, 28 Zipco zippers, a list of 40 Zipco employees written in blood, and the fetal remains of a lion and gazelle. Further investigation of victims of the SCP-5677-A attack revealed that prior to the event, all 39 employees had recently signed a contract with the Gazelle Company to continue operations following the takeover. On 1988/10/17, Timothy Wheeler, the owner of the Gazelle Company, was found mauled to death within his home in Austin, Texas. A single SCP-5677-B instance was recovered near the body; DNA analysis of the instance revealed a 95.95% match to PoI-R5677/1. Footnotes 1. A leading brand in zipper manufacturing from 1975-1989. 2. (Panthera leo) 3. At the time, the Gazelle Company was Zipco's top competitor in the zipper manufacturing industry. 4. 40% of which depicted lions eating gazelles. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5677" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5677. 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-5678 | esoteric-class | 1/25/2038 Our team just got put on the 5678 project. Seems pretty big. But maybe it just seems big to me because of the way that number is represented in our counting system. Still, something about it seems significant. And of course it might be renumbered later, so who knows. Specifically, we're working on chronicling the destruction of Site-27 on the 19th and all that entails. Yeah, that whole mess. Ramsey said she wants me to take point on the documentation this time. If I had to guess why, I bet she's got like five projects that she's been asked to put on the back burner to focus on this and you know her, she doesn't like to leave things unfinished. Ramsey always says "start with that which you know to be certain" and we're still in the dark about a lot of this, so I'm starting with the Chao interview. It just happened, I was there, and I know Al slightly better than most. From there I'll probably go through the other GOI statements, figure out how we as a Foundation define it, etc. etc. Shouldn't be too hard. Daily Thoughts: - How are SCPs numbered? - What's so special about 5678? Is there anything special with 5678? Addendum 5678.1: Interview with Al Chao Interviewed: PoI-2149, "Al Chao" Interviewer: Dr. Martina Ramsey Foreword: Chao reached out to the Foundation following the events that occurred at Site-27 on 1/19/2038. Dr. Lupe De La Cruz was also present for this interview, having had prior experience with Chao. <Begin Log> Dr. Ramsey: Miss Alison Chao, thank you for- PoI-2149: I'd prefer "Al," if you don't mind. And no mister, miss… bleh. None of that… whatever that is. Dr. Ramsey: Very well then. Thank you for reaching out to us, Al. Your insight will no doubt prove valuable as we try to unravel the events of January 19th. PoI-2149: Sure. Though I'm not sure just how valuable my testimony will actually be, I wasn't there for much of it. So what do you want to know? Dr. Ramsey: Why don't you start with an account of what you witnessed, in your own words. PoI-2149: So basically, I had just arrived on the scene, on that plateau overlooking your site. Site… twenty-nine? Dr. Ramsey: Twenty-seven. PoI-2149: Damn it, so close! In any case, from my vantage point I could see a bunch of people. You know, of course there were gocks, C-Is, some people who I can only assume were with the Hand. And of course, some of your guys were milling about outside. They were closest to the building. Dr. Ramsey: Did you see how many? PoI-2149: Of your people? I dunno, I didn't get a good headcount. Maybe about twenty? About ten researcher-looking-dudes and a few more of the scary agent guys. The, um, the task force guys. There were fewer of those guys though. Sorry, I'm not really sure. Dr. Ramsey: That's alright. Please continue. PoI-2149: Well, I had just gotten a quick look over everything and decided this was none of my business when it happened. The whole building just… [They make a motion with both hands, rising and then going out.] Pwoof! Exploded. Let me tell ya, seeing an explosion in real life? So much different than in a movie. Or on TV, like, Mythbusters or some shit. It stays with you. After that… I mean, I dunno, I panicked. I got the fuck out of there, as fast as I possibly could. Probably not the best look. But yeah, that's basically what happened. Dr. Ramsey: Can you tell me when all of this happened? PoI-2149: I arrived at the plateau a few minutes after 7:00, maybe 7:10. So the actual explosion must've been around 7:15 I guess? Maybe a few minutes after? Dr. Ramsey: Now, mis- Al, we have intel that you have some connection to the group known to us only as "The Black Queen." PoI-2149: Come on, you know I'm not going to talk about that. Dr. Ramsey: We're just wondering if The Black Queen knew this would happen. Why were you there in the first place? PoI-2149: Are you implying I had something to do with the explosion? [They turn to Dr. De La Cruz] Come on, Lupe, you know I wouldn't do anything like this. Dr. Ramsey: Please, Al, we don't believe you had anything- PoI-2149: I may not always agree with the Foundation, but I wouldn't do this! Dr. Ramsey: Alright, Al, let me ask the question another way: what were you doing there? Why were you there right at the moment of destruction? PoI-2149: [They look around the room, then sigh.] Look, even if The Black Queen exists, which I can't confirm or deny, I'm not a part of them. And even if I was, I wouldn't have gotten information about that day from them. A bunch of anomaly-related groups converging on one spot is bound to draw attention from anybody who knows what to look for. I was just there to ensure the safety of one person. Dr. Ramsey: …And? PoI-2149: He wasn't there. All good. Dr. Ramsey: Alright. Before we end this interview, is there anything else you can tell us about that day? PoI-2149: Let me think… Actually, yeah, there was one thing. I just remembered, there was somebody there with like, a large old-timey camera set up facing the building. I thought they were with the Hand at first, but come to think of it they weren't with the other Hand people. I don't know if that means anything, but… Dr. Ramsey: We'll look into that. Thank you for coming in today, your insight is invaluable. Please, let us know if there's anything else you remember. <End Log> Closing Statement: Chao was released without incident. At this time, Chao has made no further attempts to reach out to the Foundation 1/26/2038 Al has given me a good baseline to work with. I feel bad about Ramsey ambushing them about the Black Queen stuff. Al is the only connection we have to the Black Queen, but it doesn't seem like they even know anything about her. Them. That group. Whatever. Moving on from that tangent, I've been given access to a GOC memo shared with the Foundation. Hopefully, this will begin to patch up the holes in Al's testimony. I'll add that to the article and be well on my way to finishing this thing. Daily Thoughts: - Which is more trustworthy, the eyewitness account of an individual who was there, or a memo from a large organization whose compiler was nowhere close to the incident? - Which is more trustworthy, the testimony of a close friend who may wish to show themself in a certain light, or the account of an organization with a very specific agenda to push? Addendum 5678.2: Global Occult Coalition Memo Following the events of 1/19/38, the Foundation reached out to the Global Occult Coalition asking about their involvement in the event. The Coalition sent back a partially redacted memo documenting the series of events from their perspective: INTERNAL MEMO 23 January 2038 SUBJECT: UTE-9372-████████ █████ Much has been made over our involvement with the events affecting former Foundation Site-27 on the 19th of January earlier this month. The following is intended to serve as a timeline of events as well as a description of what was witnessed by our own. AT 7:00:24 GOC TEAM ███████, LED BY ████████████████, WAS DEPLOYED TO ███████ AN ANOMALY BELIEVED TO BE AROUND THE AREA AT 7:09:14 GOC TEAM ███████ ARRIVED AT SITE-27 AND MADE CONTACT WITH MEMBERS OF THE SERPENT'S HAND AT 7:10:22 FOUNDATION RESEARCHERS (13 COUNTED) AND AGENTS (10 COUNTED) BEGAN LEAVING THE BUILDING AT 7:12:43 AGENTS OF THE CHAOS INSURGENCY ARRIVED AT 7:13:59 GOC AGENTS BEGAN MOVING TOWARD EVACUATED FOUNDATION STAFF AT 7:14:07 SITE-27 EXPLODED, CAUSING SEVERAL FOUNDATION CASUALTIES. BASED ON EYEWITNESS TESTIMONY, A CAMERA THAT WAS SET UP NEARBY WENT OFF SIMULTANEOUSLY AT 7:17:55 SERPENT'S HAND MEMBERS TOOK DOWN THE CAMERA AND LEFT THE AREA AT 7:24:42 CHAOS INSURGENCY MEMBERS LEFT THE AREA AT 7:43:16 OFF SITE FOUNDATION MEMBERS ARRIVED TO CLEAR THE SCENE AND CONSULT GOC AS TO THE EVENTS THAT HAD JUST OCCURRED The anomaly that breached containment has not been captured, and was not known to have been in Foundation custody at the time of deployment. Despite certain claims to the contrary, the GOC did not have anything to do with the destruction of Foundation Site-27. It was simply a case of wrong place, wrong time. At this time we are assisting the Foundation in figuring out what exactly occurred on January 19th, 2038, and setting things right. 1/27/2038 Awesome! We have a precise time now. Although it's a little weird that Al didn't mention the containment breach. In any case, thanks to the insight from the GOC, we have a more precise timeline. Still trying to get my hands on the camera. For now I'm gonna fill in details. Scratch that, I've just received word from Ramsey that we've just gotten a message from the Serpent's Hand. She wants me to add it to the document immediately. Let's see what we've got here. Daily Thoughts: - Serpents don't have hands Addendum 5678.3: Serpent's Hand Statement On 1/27/38, the Foundation received a document from the Serpent's Hand Claiming responsibility for the SCP-5678. The document reads as follows: Dust to Dustjackets: A Statement From The Serpent's Hand The enlightened world has been in shock following the events of the Nineteenth of January in the year 2038. Information has leaked and dared to enlighten those who wished to open their eyes. It is true that several of us were there, at Foundation Site-27 on that fateful day. We had planned to help release one of the Jailers' many prisoners, but by the time we arrived what we had been searching for was already liberated. However, we were not to know that until after. We organized a jailbreak, causing a commotion amongst the Jailers, who came out to see what had happened. What happened next is something we truly regret. We had hoped that the entire building had been cleared in the commotion, but it seems not all had been accounted for, and we had greatly underestimated the area of impact. We put the final part of our plan into motion, capturing a picture on That Which Will Show The Truth, and causing the subsequent implosion of the facility. We regret our hasty execution of this plan, as well as the lives of the Jailers that were lost in the subsequent destruction. We watched as the building folded in on itself, and heard the screams of those who were certainly lost. Rest assured that those of us responsible will be punished through the proper channels, and may very well be exiled from The Serpent's Hand. 1/28/2038 Well that throws a wrench in things. Implosion? Both Al and the GOC said that it was an explosion. It sounds like they're taking credit for something they know nothing about. But both Al and the GOC were also under the impression that they were there, so… what gives? We finally got our hand on the camera, and confirmation from two GOIs that one of the photos was taken at the exact time of destruction ("That Which Will Show The Truth"), so im- or ex-plosion, we should be able to figure this out soon enough. Daily Thoughts: - Cameras, for the most part, are pretty reliable sources. Addendum 5678.4: Photos from 5678-1 The following photos were taken by SCP-5678-1 and are unedited. A picture of a now empty room at Site-19, previously used for testing with SCP-████. ✖ A picture of Researcher Woods with a neutral expression during initial testing. ✖ A picture of Site-27, confirmed to have been taken at 7:14:07 on January 19th, 2038. ✖ 1/29/2038 Great news, by which I mean terrible news: the camera is anomalous. Figured as much when I finally saw the damn photos yesterday. We're trying to get in touch with Serpent's Hand, see if they'll be willing to explain what it does, because our experiments have yielded no useful results. Sometimes it changes the photo, sometimes it doesn't, and we only have one instance of it removing something from a photo. It usually just adds. Whatever, I need to focus on the CI statement we got. Ramsey's been a bit more serious about me finishing this one lately. I can't tell why. Maybe with this statement can finally get an explanation as to what happened. Daily Thoughts: - The Serpents Hand are liars and so is the camera Addendum 5678.5: Chaos Insurgency Report Several days after the events of SCP-5678, Foundation agents intercepted a report from the Chaos Insurgency regarding the events of January 19th. DeCIRO Catalogue Number: POR-38/024-423 Document Type: Post-Operation Summary Report Date Received: 1-22-2038 Author: Delta Command Operation was a success. The Foundation Site was successfully disappeared by our operatives. The anomaly has been released, and the overseers are dead, just as planned. The Foundation is in shambles with no idea how to pick up the pieces. 1/30/2038 YOU CAN'T BOTH TAKE CREDIT FOR THE SAME THING, ASSHOLES. I'm getting so goddamn tired. And what do they mean, they "disappeared" it??? Did it blow up or collapse inward?! Pick one and stick with it! Stop trying to confuse me. And the whole thing about trying to get rid of the overseers? That makes no sense. The overseers stay as far away from all anomalies as they can, and GOC and SH have confirmed a containment breach occurred, so why would the Overseers be at Site-27? Ramsey received an email about 5678 that I have to read now. She's getting pretty worked up over this; we're both working on this project day and night now. Daily Thoughts: - Start with what you know to be certain: - Sometime around or after 7:14:07, Site-27 ceased to exist in some way, shape or form - The following organizations were certainly involved: The Chaos Insurgency, the Global Occult Coalition, The Serpent's Hand, The SCP Foundation - The camera was at Site-27 around the time of its… whatever, but did not give a clue as to what - I rewatched Rashomon last night. No comment. Addendum 5678.6: Global Occult Coalition Revision From: Alistair Murdoch <agentMurdochA@goconline> To: Researcher Martina Ramsey <sr.Ramsey.M@scipnet> Subject: January 19th Date: January 30th, 2038 Researcher Ramsey, I heard you are the one to contact regarding the unfortunate events of January 19th. The GOC doesn't know I'm writing this email, but no doubt they will soon find out. I'm writing to correct some misconceptions that may have been spread to you by my organization. In truth, we were not there to destroy the anomaly that breached containment, as previously stated by our organization; it was your Foundation that asked for our help in containing a highly volatile anomaly that had seemingly just breached containment. The entire affair was very secretive, we didn't even know what we were facing walking towards Site-27. We were told we would be briefed on site. Obviously, that never happened and… well, Site-27 is gone now. I wish I could tell you how, but I'm having trouble remembering it myself. Based on initial reports, we can confirm 13 Foundation casualties. I don't know why the GOC would keep this information from anyone. Or why, as I suspect, your Foundation would keep it from you. I will say one more thing, however: we didn't see any indication of a containment breach until after Site-27 disappeared. I hope this will prove useful to you in some way. Alistair Murdoch I That's What? We called in the GOC?? I suppose stranger things have happened, but not many. There's another SH thing I need to read, a response to our questions about the camera. Ramsey looks worse each day. I'm worried for her. I'm worried for me. Daily Thoughts: - The Foundation will go to any lengths necessary to protect normalcy - The Foundation will hide any information from its staff. Especially those that need it most. Addendum 5678.whatever: Serpent's Hand Revision Now the Serpent's Hand has more information to add. Great. Thank you for reaching out. Although I was initially surprised the Foundation wanted to talk, it quickly made sense when I realized what it was about. It seems some misinformation has been spreading about the events of January 19th, 2038 as well as the Serpent's Hand's role in those events, and as such I've taken it upon myself to clear up those misconceptions. It's true that there were several members of the Hand who were at the Foundation site with the purpose of freeing a recently captured anomaly. However, my research indicates that their plan didn't work, but they remain adamant that they had some sort of impact. I don't think they're lying or deluding themselves. The camera you retrieved that you asked about is a mysterious artifact. All we here know for certain is that it reveals the truth, even when that truth seems incompatible with its surroundings. We also know that it cannot possibly redact things from images, as you claim; it can only add to what is there. I truly hope you figure out the mysteries of the camera. Finally, there is one piece of information that I believe would interest you. After the destruction of your site, witnesses saw a familiar figure walk up to the edge of the plateau, as if just arriving, and stand there for a few minutes as those below descended into chaos. I hope this information will be of some help. -L.S. Nothing makes any goddamn sense anymore! Everything everyone is saying conflicts with each other. It was one thing when GOIs were debating about what they saw, but now people within those gois are claiming different things? What the hell happened that day? I need to talk to Al. Daily Thoughts: - In Rashoman, the woodcutter confesses to stealing the dagger from the dead man's body. But the short story it was based on, In a Grove, features no such scene. Why was this changed for the movie? What does that say about objective truth? - There are thirteen confirmed researcher casualties - There are thirteen overseers At some point researcher Lupe De La Cruz contacted Al Chao again and it sucked for everyone. I'll put this in another addendum at some point. Al We need to talk. ? I dont think you were completely forthcoming when ramsey interviewed you What? Where's this coming from? We've received more information from different groups. Somebody claims you only arrived at the scene after Site-27 Exploded? Disappeared? Whatever. Well they're wrong Or they're lying I don't know whether to believe you. Lupe, are you serious? Look im not some paragon but i wouldnt fucking lie to you. not about something like this But you would potentially lie about something else? like when you got there? are you fucking kidding me this is why nobody trusts the jailers, you find anyone who isnt you suspicious and you find any reason you can to be distrustful of them let me know when my friend Lupe De La Cruz wants to talk to me and i'll be happy to go over the dumbest, minutest detail with you because this isn't you. and i dont wanna talk to whoever this person is. I definitely deserved that. I just need to finish this stupid document and be done. Ramsey and I are both looking haggard. We haven't even seen anyone in ages. Daily Thoughts: - Im a terrible friend - I cant stop until I figure this out Description: SCP-5678 refers to the destruction disappearance loss of Site-27 on January 19th, 2038. The Foundation suffered few many at least 13? an unknown number of casualties. Procuring and containing the information surrounding this event has proven difficult due to the anomalous nature of conflicting reports a misunderstanding inconsistencies in the event testimonies goddamned photo evidence understanding of the event. SCP-5678-1 is a camera that produces anomalous photographs. SCP-5678-1 shows the truth. SCP-5678-1 only adds to images and does not take away, except for that time it redacted an image in the weirdest possible way. SCP-5678-1 was discovered after during in connection to the events comprising SCP-5678, and was recovered stolen? given to us by? retrieved from the Serpent's Hand. SCP-5678-2 is an as of yet unidentified anomaly that escaped containment was jailbroken by the SH? never existed? breached Foundation custody before after around the time of the loss of Site-27 Site-27 is in ruins fine exploded imploded both at once? actually Site-01 gone for now. Ramsey and I haven't heard from the higher-ups in weeks. Does that mean we're off the hook? Daily Thoughts: - If the overseer council is dead I can just go home and forget about all of this - If the overseer council is dead who's been running the Foundation in the meantime? - Are Ramsey and I the only ones left? Special Containment Procedures: New information regarding SCP-5678 is to be forwarded to Researchers Martina Ramsey and Lupe De La Cruz as soon as possible. Previously gained information does not matter is contradictory is to be restricted to Level 4 clearance. SCP-5678-1 is to be destroyed kept in a standard storage locker. SCP-5678-2 is still at large uncontained seriously I can't find one scrap of evidence that this thing ever existed to be contained at earliest possible point. Are we watching the dissolution of the Foundation? Daily Thoughts: - Perhaps the overseers are dead - Perhaps they never existed - I haven't seen Ramsey in days I don't understand any of it anymore. Daily Thoughts: - - Start with that which you know to be certain. Item #: SCP-5678 Footnotes 1. No, because we're still feeling the anomalous ramifications 2. This thing certainly isn't easily contained 3. …Am I watching the world end? |
SCP-5679 | keter | Item#: 5679 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5679 in the arms of Captain Mossen of the HMS [REDACTED] - 1943 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5679 is currently uncontainable. It is to be continuously tracked via the GPS tracker implanted onto the entity. Any ships affected by SCP-5679 are to be decommissioned or purchased by the Foundation and monitored until sinking. The vessel containing SCP-5679 may only be manned for 120 days since the initial manifestation. SCP-5679 is to be fed 50g of tinned tuna daily while the ship is manned, although this is not necessary for its survival. Description: SCP-5679 is an entity resembling Felis catus1 with mostly black fur, aside from a small patch of white underneath the chin. It weighs 3.1kg and is marginally smaller than typical Felis catus, though not outside the standard range. It has not been observed to age since initial discovery, and it appears to possess unnatural reflexes that render it effectively immune to damage. When unable to avoid damage, SCP-5679 will demanifest from its current location and remanifest elsewhere on the same vessel. It is possible to sedate SCP-5679 through food (See Addendum 3.). The primary anomalous effect of SCP-5679 is the ability to predict the sinking of naval vessels. It manifests on ships that are going to sink in approximately 6 months. The average time taken for a sinking is 181 days, with the shortest recorded time being 163 days and the longest being 203 days. SCP-5679 has only been known to manifest on a single ship at any time, which has led to the understanding that it is a single entity. The sinking has no direct link to SCP-5679 and appears to be purely causal. Each sinking was caused through non-anomalous means, such as strong winds, gunfire, collisions etc. None of the sinkings are noted to have any links, and are appropriate to the time period and location where the vessel was sunk. It is noted however that all sinkings have occured at sea; to date SCP-5679 has not manifested on any lake or river going vessels. SCP-5679 will demanifest when it comes into contact with the surface of the water once the ship begins to sink. It is unknown how it makes this distinction, as on normal contact with water it will remanifest upon the current target ship, rather than choosing a new target. It also must be the surface of the water; any water that splashes onto deck will not cause the entity to demanifest. Addendum 1: Discovery and Initial Tracking SCP-5679 was initially discovered by The Right Honourable Commission on Unusual Cargo in 1795 after evidence placed SCP-5679 on multiple ships belonging to the Royal Navy as well as privateer vessels which had sunk. A snippet from an example letter is included below. "It was the strangest thing, I was sure I'd triple checked before we left Southampton, all accounted for, no stowaways and the manifest was perfectly up to date, but there it was, a cat! Black as the night sky with a small tuft of white fur like a moon dotting the inky blackness. It's a beautiful creature, but that doesn't explain where it came from. It must have been hiding amongst the stores somewhere I'm sure of it. Besides, they do say a cat is good luck. I've decided to name her Luna, and hopefully she shall be good company through the turbulent weather of the North Sea. " - Quartermaster Bernard Fairbanks of the Good Fortune, a merchant vessel. 1832 Due to limitations of the time period, it was deemed impractical to contain. Addendum 2: Suspected reports of SCP-5679 Below is a list of suspected SCP-5679 manifestations. Date Ship Name Cause of Sinking Sighting Confirmation 09/08/1942 USS Astoria, a New-Orleans class cruiser. Sunk in the Battle of Savo Island from Japanese shelling Recovered letter from Ensign P. Bailey mentioning a new ship's cat matching the description of SCP-5679. 04/05/1945 USS Luce, a Fletcher class destroyer. Sunk by a kamikaze attack near Okinawa. Note from officers' meeting regarding when they acquired a new cat. Description unknown but given the context it is likely SCP-5679. 14/07/1836 HMS Victorious, a Ship of the Line. Sunk in severe weather near Cape Matapan. Ship was commissioned by The Right Honourable Commission on Unusual Cargo who were aware of the entity and kept notes on its behaviours. 20/12/1902 Old Glory, a fishing trawler. Sunk in collision with another ship in the North Sea. Captain's diary mentions a ship's cat matching SCP-5679's description. It is noted as the first time the entity is mentioned interacting with humans in a manner similar to a normal Felis catus 22/10/1961 MV Bianca C., a passenger liner Explosion on board and subsequent fires before being towed out of harbour to sink, near to the Grenada. Most well recorded SCP-5679 manifestation prior to SCPS Bonaventure. Entity was noted by more than 30 aboard the ship, although none are known to have questioned its presence. Addendum 3: Incident 5679-01 On 03/09/1997 SCP-5679 manifested itself on the SCPS Bonaventure, a guided missile destroyer in the service of the Foundation. It was quickly identified by the crew and the SCP-5679 research team was brought aboard in order to study the entity. They established much of the known description over the 4 months of time allotted to research before the SCPS Bonaventure was to be abandoned, with SCP-5679 even showing a preference for certain members of research staff. It was decided to attempt to monitor the entity through use of a GPS tracking chip implanted into the back of the collar. This was achieved through addition of a sedative into the food of the entity, before injecting the tracker. Just under 2 months later, the unmanned SCPS Bonaventure was lost when it struck the SCPS Vanguard in strong winds in the mid-Atlantic. SCPS Vanguard had been stationed nearby in order to monitor the sinking, and only suffered minor damage, while the Bonaventure suffered catastrophic structural damage on the port side near the bow, shearing it off and causing the ship to sink. Shortly after the engine deck had begun flooding, as confirmed by video surveillance, SCP-5679 spontaneously demanifested upon contact with the water. The entity's GPS tracker notified researchers that it had remanifested in the Indian Ocean, approximately 200km south of Sri Lanka. This allowed for the identification of the new target of SCP-5679. At this point, the current containment procedures were enacted, and to date there has only been a single loss of life on the part of SCP-5679, a maintenance technician who was installing cameras upon the trawler Queen's Catch when the effects of SCP-5679 manifested unusually early (163 Days since manifestation). Containment procedures were updated accordingly. Addendum 4: Interview 5679-01 + Open Interview Log - Close Interview Log Interviewed: SCP-5679 Interviewer: Dr. Luke Mason Foreword: In an attempt to ascertain if SCP-5679 was sapient, Dr. Mason and Assistant Researcher Danielle Baker attempted an interview with the entity. <Begin Log, 9:47am 07/03/2014> Dr. Mason: Hello there, SCP-5679. Can you understand me? SCP-5679 begins meowing. Dr. Mason: Is that an agreement? SCP-5679 purrs and rolls over onto its back. Asst. Researcher Baker Dangles her pen in front of SCP-5679, who attempts to claw at it. Dr. Mason: I'm trying to help you, can you please cooperate with me? Asst. Researcher Baker: Luke, it's a cat, this is going nowhere. Dr. Mason: It's an SCP, and we have to be thorough in our investigations! SCP-5679 stands up and stretches before brushing itself against Dr. Mason's lab coat. Asst. Researcher Baker: You know that they won't give you a promotion for interviewing a cat, right? Dr. Mason proceeds to ask a variety of questions to SCP-5679 which continues to meow and play with Asst. Researcher Baker. Dr. Mason: You're just a normal cat, aren't you? SCP-5679 proceeds to knock over Asst. Researcher Baker's glass of water onto Dr. Mason's trousers. Asst. Researcher Baker: Stifling a laugh Obviously, you fucking idiot. <End Log, 9:53am 07/03/2014> Closing Statement: It is the opinion of Dr. Mason that SCP-5679 is not sapient, and displays the normal characteristics of a typical Felis catus. Footnotes 1. Domestic Cat |
SCP-5680 | euclid | The building containing SCP-5680. A rare fully-formed avian specimen produced by SCP-5680. Item #: SCP-5680 Special Containment Procedures: Area 5680 has been established near SCP-5680 to facilitate containment. The area surrounding SCP-5680 has been demarcated with a barbed wire fence. No civilians are to be granted entry into this perimeter. On a biweekly basis, a semitrailer truck must be driven by a Foundation operative to the gate of SCP-5680. Then, the operative must wait for SCP-5680-1 to load avians or equivalent into the truck's trailer. Care must be taken to ensure that the truck is position in such a way that SCP-5680-1 instances do not need to leave the factory in order to deliver avian specimens into the truck. Before returning to Area 5680, the operator must visually confirm that SCP-5680-1 are not loading any further objects into the truck. After the truck has returned to Area 5680, the resulting biological material may either be incinerated or transported to Foundation sites for use in containing other SCP objects. Following Incident 5680-Theta, at least three members of security personnel are required to be on-site at all times. Description: SCP-5680 are a set of assembly lines and machining equipment contained within an industrial site in the Selva de Irati, Navarra, Spain. Of note is SCP-5680's remote location, making it impractical to operate as a factory through standard methods. Markings covering the building indicate that it was built for the production of avian animals. SCP-5680 involves several anomalous machines; for instance, an acid bath capable of converting any matter to bird organs, and a set of robotic arms capable of seamlessly concatenating these parts into an organic lifeform. The remainder of the components are non-anomalous assembly machines. These machines are capable of being operated by non-anomalous humans and SCP-5680-1. SCP-5680 is staffed by 25 or more instances of SCP-5680-1. SCP-5680-1 are similar in appearance to non-anomalous humans; however, they do not have eyes, and their faces constantly display an expression of grimace. In addition, vivisections of SCP-5680-1 instances have revealed that they have no internal organs and are composed entirely of an organic paste. When removed from the site containing SCP-5680, SCP-5680-1 instances will rapidly decompose into this paste. SCP-5680-1 instances can only speak using a selection of pre-determined phrases, rendering them unable to communicate beyond their limited vocabulary. As such, their sentience is debated. + Document 5680-A - Document 5680-A So far, SCP-5680-1 have been observed to only use the following phrases. Unless explicitly stated otherwise, each phrase is spoken in a jovial tone. "Another day, another dollar!" This phrase is only used at 1700 hour local time every day by only one instance of SCP-5680-1. "Scram, I've got work!" This phrase has been used whenever Foundation personnel have attempted to interact with SCP-5680-1. "Let go of me!" This is generally used in response to physical violence against SCP-5680-1, regardless of the actual nature of said violence. "Factories are made in factories." Simultaneously spoken by all instances of SCP-5680-1 at once, unprompted. This was said in a melancholic tone, in contrast to the usual jovial tone. - Document 5680-A When objects are placed into the receiving ends of SCP-5680, they will be processed into living avian specimens. SCP-5680 has demonstrated the ability to produce a variety of bird species; while in Foundation containment, it has been observed to produce game birds, gulls, and birds of prey. Thus far, no pattern has been observed. However, most birds created by SCP-5680 are incomplete. Many lack internal organs, have too many or too few limbs, or have body parts on wrong parts of their body. It is rare for a specimen to live for more than two hours. A parking lot has been constructed outside of the building containing SCP-5680, along with roads leading into the parking lot. These roads abruptly terminate 0.5 kilometers from SCP-5680, marked with octagonal red signs reading "ROAD ENDS". Sub-Report A: Inventory In addition to the room containing SCP-5680, the aforementioned industrial site contains a hallway that encompasses the rest of the site's floor area. This hallway, which is approximately 530 meters in length, contains several functional fax machines and water coolers. The hallway is partially illuminated by a series of fluorescent light fixtures placed every 30 meters. Every three hours, every fax machine simultaneously produces the following document: I am contacting you regarding how business became time and money. The bird factory is estimated to produce 10,000 units between September 2020 and August 2002. I think we want to make money here; I thought this was obvious? Don't waste any more of our time, cut the slack, Jack! - Rodney Note: This document is not translated. Despite SCP-5680 being located in Spain, all documents are in American English. Each fax machine is equipped with an extended tray of paper1 and expanded ink reserves. It is estimated that each fax machine will be able to print copies of the above document for 3 years at minimum. At the end of the hallway, an image of a door is painted on the terminating wall. This "door" has a doorknob, but is otherwise a complete fabrication. The door is labeled "Clarence - CEO". Analysis of the industrial site and its contents estimates that it was all created between August 15th and August 22nd of 2018. Sub-Report B: Incident 5680-Theta On September 23rd, 2020, an unidentified vehicle drove to the industrial site containing SCP-5680. The object was designed in the facsimile of a tanker truck, despite the fact that it very clearly had undergone several modifications making it more circular in shape. Upon arriving at the loading docks, three quadrupedal entities exited the vehicle, leading several instances of SCP-5680-1 into the factory. Recording apparati on-site recorded the entities communicating in American English. AUDIO RECORDING <Begin Log> Entity A: Hey, paint me a picture. This is what the man upstairs wants in the loop, right? Entity C: I thought we tabled this conversation, Clarence. Entity A: We picked the low-hanging fruit, so why hasn't the boss joined up with us yet? Entity B: They bird are pushing the envelope out there. Think about the end-user perspective. Entity A: I know, we actioned that. Shouldn't this be a win-win situation? Entity C: We've got a USP. The birds do nothing but make hay. Entity C: Put this on your radar, Clarence. We've done nothing but move forward. If we don't buck the trend, who will? Entity A: You're right, we've got the bandwidth for this. <End Log> The entities then boarded their vehicle and left before Foundation response forces could reach them. Attempts to track the truck or discern its destination were unsuccessful. Footnotes 1. In many cases, this tray extends to below the ground. 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SCP-5681 | safe | close Info X Vikander-Kneed Technical Media Hub More by Vivarium & More by Grigori Karpin The stage featured in SCP-5681 moments before SCP-5681-1 enters the frame. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5681 is to be kept in High-Yield Data Storage Facility 1 at Site-43. The anomaly may be viewed under strict limitations, with explicit approval of Site Director McInnis. I/O METATRON is to monitor electronic communications at all television studios for mention of SCP-5681 or GOI-5889. Description: SCP-5681 designates a VHS tape containing a single episode of the game show Gehenna Arcade, sponsored and distributed by GOI-5889 (“Vikander-Kneed Technical Media”). The tape is intended to serve as a pilot for a syndicated series, to be viewed by entertainment executives in order to sell them on the merit of the show. Individuals who begin watching the recording find it difficult to stop watching. SCP-5681’s other anomalous effect only manifests when a subject watches the entirety of the VHS in one sitting. In this scenario, the subject will develop a need to repeatedly watch the episode, forgoing personal hygiene, eating, and other activities in favor of repeated viewings. If the subject is restrained from viewing SCP-5681 for a duration of twenty-four hours, the compulsory effect will cease. Upon release from the effect there is a chance for development of anomalous side effects (such as cognitive or behavioral changes). Discovery: On 28 July, 1991, embedded Foundation agents in three major television networks sent out an alert for anomalous media recovery. The copy of SCP-5681 sent to ABC and NBC were retrieved without any need for amnesticization. Unfortunately, the copy that was sent to CBS found its way to Jeff Sagansky, President of CBS Entertainment. Mr. Sagansky was reticent to surrender the VHS tape to his assistant, an embedded Foundation agent, suspecting a prank. Mr. Sagansky began obsessively watching SCP-5681 over and over, missing meetings and failing to return home that evening. At 01:00 on 29 July, personnel from MTF Kappa-43 were mobilized and covertly entered CBS’ headquarters in New York City, New York. Agents found Mr. Sagansky bent over, face pressed against a CRT monitor/VHS combination unit. Attempts to pull the subject from the monitor revealed he was catatonic. The SCP-5681 instance was recovered, and Mr. Sagansky was airlifted out for medical treatment.1 Contents of SCP-5681: At the opening of the VHS, the following description of the show appears: “Gehenna Arcade is the next exciting project from Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. A classic gameshow featuring host Jeremy Kincaid2 and three contestants. Each segment presented features a unique sub-game; scores are allotted to each contestant based on how well they did at the individual games. At the end of each segment, a prize will be awarded to the contestant who scored the most points. At the close of the show point totals for each contestant are tallied and a grand winner is declared.” The following is a transcript of the first segment: [SCP-5681-1 walks out onto set. He is wearing a black-and-white checkered suit coat, wide black tie over white collared shirt, and gray slacks. His skin is sallow, characteristic of an individual with advanced jaundice and his eyes are consistently leaking black, oily tears. He smiles at the camera; his teeth are bloody and stained yellow. He is holding a long, thin microphone measuring at least forty-five centimeters.] [Audience applause follows SCP-5681-1’s appearance behind his podium.] SCP-5681-1: Welcome to the very first episode of Gehenna Arcade: the game show designed to challenge the wits and physical endurance of our contestants like no other! Brought to you by the fine folks of Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. [The contestants come out and stand in a line on the stage. Kiara and Kevin look excited, while Sandra is sweating and frowning.] SCP-5681-1: Let’s introduce our three contestants: Kevin Fillmore, Sandra Gonzales, and Kiara Bakshi! [Light audience applause.] SCP-5681-1: Here’s where I’ll ask you each to tell us a little about yourself. Kevin: Well, I go to University of Washington, with a major in criminal ju– [Audience starts booing.] SCP-5681-1: Oh no, Kenneth, you’ve already lost a point. Not a good start! [Camera cuts to a large score board with three parallel columns, each with one of the contestant’s names over it. The sound of several dogs whining loudly plays and the zero under Kevin’s name drops to -1.] Kevin: Actually, it’s Kevin. SCP-5681-1: Right, so Sandra, your turn! Sandra: I’m currently unemployed but I just graduated with a master’s in psychology from University of Texas. SCP-5681-1: I’m sure you’ll get a lot of use out of that degree! [Audience laughs. Sandra frowns again and looks down at the floor.] SCP-5681-1: Alright, so Kiara, let’s keep this train moving! [Kiara opens her mouth to speak but SCP-5681-1 interrupts her.] SCP-5681-1: Oh shoot! Just ran out of time. Let’s talk about the game! [SCP-5681-1 beckons the three over to the front of the stage, where three wide, low platforms stand in a row. Each is approximately eighteen centimeters off the floor.] SCP-5681-1: [Pointing at the three platforms] So, this is what we like to call the trivia game. [The three contestants stare at SCP-5681-1, who is bending down to pat one of the platforms. He steps back and smiles. None of the three move.] SCP-5681-1: What’s the matter? Kiara: I thought you said this was trivia. SCP-5681-1: It is! You’re not afraid of heights, right? [Turns to look at the camera with an arched eyebrow. The audience laughs.] Get. On. The. Platforms. [All three stand on the platforms.] SCP-5681-1: Now, members of the audience, remember, don’t help any of the contestants! [Camera turns and looks at the audience, but none of them are lit. There are several dozen figures sitting in the audience, barely perceptible silhouettes not moving at all. Several sets of eyes begin to glow a dull red.] SCP-5681-1: Great, I knew I could count on you! [Turning to the contestants.] So, the rules are simple, the most correct answers gets you the most points, just shout out when you have an answer. And make sure to keep your footing! If you step onto the stage before the round is done, you lose two points! [A countdown overlay utilizing LCD numbers begins with ‘03’, with an accompanying buzzer sound as each second passes. When the countdown hits ‘00’, SCP-5681-1 begins asking questions.] SCP-5681-1: What is the fourth Amendment to the Treaty of Versailles? [All three exchange looks without speaking. Sandra visibly shrugs. After thirty seconds, a buzzer sounds.] SCP-5681-1: Aw, I’m sorry, no winners. Audience? [The contestants are pelted by gravel from the direction of the audience.] SCP-5681-1: Next question! Eleven hours of footage are cut for the sake of brevity.3 The scoreboard shown in SCP-5681. [SCP-5681-1 continues asking questions, many of which were dependent on knowing fine details of historical and scientific knowledge. Each time the group fails to answer, they are pelted with gravel, sand, or what appears to be potting soil. By the end of that period Kevin has four points, Sandra and Kiara have eleven points each.] SCP-5681-1: Alright! It’s time to break that tie! [Each of the contestants are dirty and covered in small scratches where they had exposed skin. Sandra’s and Kevin’s legs exhibit obvious tremors.] Kevin: Do I even need to keep playing at this point? SCP-5681-1: [Eyes narrowed.] Yes, Carl, you do. We’ll get you back to your “criminal justice” degree soon, don’t worry. [Audience boos and throws sand solely at Kevin.] [Kevin shakes his head.] SCP-5681-1: Okay! What is the source of life on planet Earth? Sandra: God! Kiara: Single-celled organisms developed out of proteins being created because of optimum conditions for the development of life. SCP-5681-1: Kiara, that’s incorrect! Sandra, close enough! You win! Kiara: Wait a minute, that’s bullshit. SCP-5681-1: No one likes a sore loser, Kiara. Sandra: So, what do I win? SCP-5681-1: Win? Sandra: Yeah, the producer said there’d be a prize at the end of each round for the winner? SCP-5681-1: Oh right. Well, I award you the satisfaction in a job well done. Sandra: That doesn’t seem like much of a prize. SCP-5681-1: [Murmuring with his microphone away from his mouth.] Hey Jerry, I think I hate this one. The following is a transcript of the second segment: [SCP-5681-1 is behind his podium, smiling at the camera. His suit jacket is stained along the front with the black fluid weeping from his eyes and flowing down his face and neck. Each of the three contestants stands in front of blue door with their name labeled in gold.] SCP-5681-1: Now we come to the part of the show called Labyrinth of Death! [All three contestants look back at SCP-5681-1, with varying degrees of displeasure evident.] SCP-5681-1: It’s just a phrase! Come on… Okay, so each of you will enter the maze through your separate doors and the first one to meet me on the other side wins the prize! Sandra: Hope it’s a better prize than last time. SCP-5681-1: I heard that! [The score board, having reset to zero for each, shows Sandra with a ‘-1’.] SCP-5681-1: [Turning to the audience] It’s like they don’t know I’m vindicative by now, right? [Camera cuts to the audience. The seats are empty. The camera holds on the empty audience for three full minutes before switching back to SCP-5681-1.] SCP-5681-1: 3-2-1, let’s go! [All three doors in front of the contestants open. Each contestant is followed by cameras to allow for continued monitoring, the screen split into three. Despite the fact that each was standing within a meter of each other, each contestant is now alone.] A still taken from the labyrinth section of SCP-5681. [Kevin walks forward down a passage. He does not notice at first but the floor begins sloping down. Sandra similarly leaves the starting room and finds a narrow passage that twists in a spiral pattern, which should have crossed where she had come from, but does not. Kiara opens a door at the end of her starting room and finds a ladder going up, and into open air. She climbs to a wooden scaffolding extending off until the horizon. She looks down and sees only clouds, the ladder and passage gone. She sits and hugs her knees to her chest, shivering. The host begins speaking over the split screen footage.] SCP-5681-1: Oh, and we’re off to an excellent start, Kiara is basically struggling to breathe but hopefully that doesn’t count her out! [Sandra continues down the spiral corridor until she reaches a red door set into brick. It is roughly half the height of a normal door and she needs to crouch down to shuffle through it. Kevin has found himself slipping as the sloping floor’s angle increases, screaming until his voice gives out. Kiara manages to get up and move forward along the scaffolding, but it begins narrowing until it is less than a meter across. There are no handrails.] SCP-5681-1: Kev Kev is making real headway! [Kevin continues sliding until he lands in a pool of brackish water, sinking below the surface for thirty seconds before breaching the surface. The pool is at least two kilometers in diameter. Sandra is crawling through a corridor that is getting slowly smaller in diameter as she continues. Kiara is holding out her arms for balance as she walks along the thin scaffolding, until finding another ladder going down into the mist.] SCP-5681-1: Oh look, no one’s dead yet. [Kevin climbs out of the water onto a pontoon bridge, leading into an enclosed stone corridor. Sandra continues crawling until she reaches a wider corridor constructed of the same stone Kevin was last seen in. Kiara climbs down the ladder, through the mist and finds herself in the same corridor. At the opposite end of the passage a spotlight illuminates a single blue door. A blinking red sign appears above the door reading “EXIT.”] SCP-5681-1: [Whistling.] [The three contestants, now in the same room, continue down the corridor, and begin jogging and then running towards the door. Kevin pulls ahead and slams open the door, throwing himself through. As he collapses on his knees just outside, it closes on its own. SCP-5681-1 is directly in front of Kevin, applauding lightly.] SCP-5681-1: Ah, congratulations, Trevor! You’ve won! [The scoreboard shows an increase of ten points under Kevin’s name. Kevin stands and brushes off his knees.] Kevin: Uh… yeah, thanks. So, what do I win? SCP-5681-1: You win your life! [Screams are heard through the exit to the labyrinth. Blood and viscera flow through the space under the door.] Kevin: What the hell? You said “Labyrinth of Death” was just a phrase! SCP-5681-1: Oh sorry, I meant to say it is a phrase. Because it is. I mean, “I’m going to shoot you in the face, Mark” is a phrase. Doesn’t mean I’m not about to murder you. [Kevin bends over and screams, slowly sinking to his knees on the stage.] SCP-5681-1: God, you’d think you’d be excited to win. [Sighing.] Next segment! The following is a transcript of the third segment: [SCP-5681-1 is standing at the front of the stage looking out towards the audience. Applause follows for forty-five seconds. SCP-5681-1 holds up his hands in a waving motion as if to tell the audience to stop, but he is smiling. His entire face is covered in the black substance from his eyes, which are now two empty sockets constantly producing more liquid. His clothes are slick with the black liquid, such that small wet sounds are produced every time he moves.] SCP-5681-1: Alright alright, enough of that! We’ve got our final segment of the show and it’s a fan favorite. Let’s get our contestant out here! [Kevin is pushed into frame by a pair of hands off camera. He is followed by Sandra and Kiara, both covered in blood but otherwise apparently unharmed. All three contestants have faces stained with tears and shift back and forth on their feet.] SCP-5681-1: Uh, wait. Didn’t you– [SCP-5681-1 touches his ear and starts speaking in a low tone, still audible on the recording.] SCP-5681-1: What the fuck, Jerry? Didn’t they die? [Silent for several moments. Nodding his head.] Right right, ok… fill ins. I just wonder about the brand, you know? Calling something a Labyrinth of Death isn’t gonna have a lot of impact with the demo if they ain’t dead… right, ok. We’ll figure it out in post. [SCP-5681-1 turns to the three contestants and smiles.] SCP-5681-1: Well, Sandra and Kiara, looks like you’ve still got the chance to win. It all rides on this last game! [SCP-5681-1 turns back to the camera, still smiling.] SCP-5681-1: “What’s that worth?” is our final game for the day! Contestants take turns guessing at the value of a revealed prize and the closest wins points! At the end we tally all the points accrued and we announce a grand winner! Okay, contestants, are you ready? Kevin: Sure, whatever. SCP-5681-1: Okay Conner, I’m gonna need you to perk it up a bit alright? This is a game show! What about Sandra and Kiara, you girls ready? Kiara: Whatever gets me home the fastest. [Sandra flips off the camera.] SCP-5681-1: Excellent, let’s go! [Spotlights illuminate six doors ringing the stage, labelled with corresponding Roman numerals. Camera cuts to the scoreboard showing the totals as: Kevin – 8, Sandra – 11, and Kiara – 11.] SCP-5681-1: Right, let’s give George a chance to catch up. You’re up first. Kevin: That is not my name. [SCP-5681-1 smiles and nods and gestures to the doors. Spotlights center on Door #1, which opens to reveal a rusted car missing its two front tires and the hood.] SCP-5681-1: A used, 1972 Plymouth Dodge! How much is that worth, Leo? Kevin: Uh… $100? SCP-5681-1: Girls? Sandra: Jack shit. Kiara: [Laughing.] $150. SCP-5681-1: Kendal is closest without going over, so he get the points! [Kevin’s score goes up by two points.] Sandra: Wait, isn’t that just The Price is– SCP-5681-1: Shut up. Ok, next door! Sixteen minutes cut for brevity. One of the "prizes" shown during the game, with a price of 8 cents due to its value as compost material. [The game continues, with the following items: a rotten apple core, a signed first edition of Dante’s Inferno, a parking ticket,4 and a twenty-seven inch color television. The score at this point is: Kevin – 12, Kiara – 13, and Sandra – 13.] SCP-5681-1: The competition is fierce. Let’s see who comes out on top! Final door, please! [The spotlights center on Door VI, which opens to reveal a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Criminal Justice from University of Washington. The name has been filled out to read “Kevin Fillmore.”] Kevin: Oh, what in the hell? Sandra: $23,000. Kiara: $24,500. SCP-5681-1: Fred wins! [Sandra and Kiara are ushered off stage by production assistants, while SCP-5681-1 approaches Kevin.] SCP-5681-1: Goddamn, what an upset! You were so far behind, but you pulled it off, my boy! Kevin: I didn’t even guess. SCP-5681-1: Well, you knew the value in your heart and that’s what matters. Six years of wasted effort and a chance to join a police academy to help oppress people of color and other marginalized minorities, aren’t you proud? Kevin: I don’t even think I want to be a co– SCP-5681-1: Who cares? [Turning to the camera.] Well, that’s gonna do it here for Gehenna Arcade! Make sure to tune in same day, same channel! Sponsored by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media, for a better tomorrowTM!5 Kevin: Wait, don’t I even win anything? SCP-5681-1: Oh right, you do. [SCP-5681-1 reaches into his inner suitcoat pocket, pulling out a slip of paper. It is slick with the black substance covering the entity’s clothes and face. SCP-5681-1 slaps it against Kevin’s chest. It sticks to his clothing.] SCP-5681-1: A $50 gift certificate to Red Lobster! Congratulations! Kevin: Jesus, what even is that stuff? SCP-5681-1: Aw, he’s already started the otherizing process against those different from himself. Isn’t it cute, folks? Little baby police officer Kevin! Kevin: You’re a dick. SCP-5681-1: ACAB! Goodnight, America! Update – 13 October, 1991: Follow-up research revealed that all three contestants are who they claimed to be, and are unharmed by the experience. All three, when interviewed, invariably failed to remember the events of filming. Kevin Fillmore continues to pursue his Criminal Justice degree. He is set to graduate in May 1996. Footnotes 1. Subject was amnesticized and hospitalized under the cover story of a mild stroke. Treatment from Foundation physicians ensured his recovery and Mr. Sagansky was returned to his family within a week with minor persisting cognitive defects. 2. Designated SCP-5681-1. 3. The length of this segment is far beyond the normal storage capacity of VHS tapes. It is unclear how the tape contains this much data, along with four other segments. 4. None of the contestants got this correct, with SCP-5681-1 stating it was worth “the lesson learned.” 5. SCP-5681-1 appears to "pronounce" the trademark symbol; all researchers reviewing the tape report this effect, but are unable to explain it. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5681" by Grigori Karpin & Vivarium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5681. 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: Set.jpg Name: Thanks for Playing the Game Show Show Author: KevinStandlee License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: LINK Filename: Gehenne_Set.jpg Name: Final Score Author: GAMEFACE-PHOTOS License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: LINK Filename: Spiral.jpg Name: The Maze Author: jeppe2 License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: LINK Filename: Rotten.jpg Name: Rotten apple Author: tishamp License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: LINK Filename: 5681 logo Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: LINK |
SCP-5682 | neutralized | by stormbreath Item#: SCP-5682 Level3 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures Anomalous Objects formerly recovered from SCP-5682-β are to be stored in individual storage lockers at Site-64. Objects should be kept discrete from one another in order to prevent malign interaction but should remain specifically labeled as having been associated with SCP-5682. The 243 former adherents of SCP-5682 that could be found were each interrogated for information concerning SCP-5682, and then subjected to an amnestic therapy regimen to induce the belief that memories of anomalies associated with SCP-5682 resulted from hallucinogenic substances. Following the completion of this amnestic therapy, each was turned over to the Unusual Incidents Unit for criminal prosecution. Civilian media is to be investigated for religious movements with similar beliefs to SCP-5682 or direct allusions to SCP-5682. Any evidence that SCP-5682 is being practiced again is to be investigated further. If any anomalies are found, the revival is to be treated in the same manner as the original SCP-5682. SCP-5682-α has been designated as PoI-5682, in addition to its SCP designation. Mentions of it by name are to be processed and monitored, and PANOPTICON is to monitor global surveillance cameras for SCP-5682-α's face. If any indication that SCP-5682-α is still active is detected, MTF Zeta-2 is to be deployed to find and detain SCP-5682-α. Description SCP-5682 was a religious movement referred to as the "Heavenly Manifold Temple", active from 1961 to 1968. SCP-5682 was similar to various New Age and UFO religious movements but was primarily inspired by various anomalies created and/or discovered by SCP-5682-α. Art produced by SCP-5682, representative of the central higher plane of existence. SCP-5682 was primarily focused around the belief in a higher plane of existence, populated by a number of non-human entities. Some of these entities are believed to be posthuman, with the potential for adherents of SCP-5682 to become one. No adherents are believed to have actually done so. This higher plane of existence is said to possess at least three dimensions beyond the typical four associated with baseline reality. It is inconclusive as to whether or not this higher plane of existence legitimately exists. While various anomalous objects associated with SCP-5682 allowed for various forms of contact with it, no other methods — scientific or anomalous — have been able to reach it. It is currently undetermined if SCP-5682-α discovered an otherwise inaccessible plane of existence, if it created such a plane, or if it merely created a series of anomalies that gave the appearance of an alternate plane without actually being such. SCP-5682 placed a high value on individuality and therefore did not have many well-defined beliefs. It offered adherents a selection of ways to view the higher plane of existence but allowed them to draw their own interpretations of their experiences. As a result, individual adherents have drastically differing interpretations of SCP-5682. Philosophical debate and discussion concerning the nature of SCP-5682 were highly encouraged. Common beliefs of SCP-5682 are that this higher plane is inherently better than baseline reality and that the inhabitants are divine. Adherents frequently emphasize chaos, loud noise and patterns in their descriptions of their experiences, believing all of these to be central to SCP-5682. In addition, SCP-5682 had frequent drug use — most notably LSD and other hallucinogens — as entheogens. SCP-5682-α SCP-5682-α was a Class-III ontokinetic responsible for the founding of SCP-5682. Allegedly, SCP-5682-α discovered the higher plane of existence central to SCP-5682 and began to create further methods of contacting and interacting with this alleged plane. It is unclear if the discovery was genuine or faked through its ontokinetic abilities. The civilian name of SCP-5682-α was Josiah Thornettle. It was born on December 21st, 1931 and disappeared on July 19th, 1968. It is unknown when SCP-5682-α first developed anomalous properties, but it is believed to have occurred shortly before 1961, when it first began to write about SCP-5682. By 1964, SCP-5682 had become a fully-fledged religious movement. SCP-5682-α purchased a plot of land in southern Yakima County, Washington, and established SCP-5682-β, a commune meant to accommodate SCP-5682. Adherents were encouraged to move to SCP-5682-β to further engage in philosophical discussion of SCP-5682. The commune was mostly isolated from the outside world, and had a population of approximately 230 in 1968. SCP-5682-β was loosely organized as a commune, with SCP-5682-α as a spiritual and political leader. Food, LSD and marijuana were self-produced by the compound, with income generated by the sale of the latter two in commercial quantities. Several buildings were built by SCP-5682 on the property as housing and communal gathering spaces. Undercover Foundation agents infiltrated SCP-5682 and found substantive anomalous activity. On July 19th, Foundation agents collaborated with UIU agents to raid SCP-5682-β and bring all adherents of SCP-5682 into custody. The raid was conducted without casualties for any party. Multiple anomalies were covered in the process. In the aftermath, SCP-5682-α could not be located. The house in which it was alleged to have been staying in caught on fire during the raid and burned to the ground. Multiple members of the cult have claimed that SCP-5682-α "ascended to the higher plane", but there is no evidence to support this claim. If true, SCP-5682-α would be the only member of SCP-5682 to have successfully done so. Anomalous Objects Associated With SCP-5682 The following are a collection of anomalous objects and phenomena that were discovered within SCP-5682-β after the 1968 Foundation/UIU raid. The majority of these anomalous phenomena are believed to have been created by SCP-5682-α personally, but a small number are believed to be indirectly created by the interaction of other anomalies. Designation Description Notes AO-5682-1 Stockpile of LSD (5,000g). Chemically identical to non-anomalous LSD. Causes hallucinations which typically feature loud sounds, patterns and geometric tessellations. Hallucinations are remarkably consistent between users and different from traditional LSD samples. Used by SCP-5682 as the primary method of seeing the "higher plane of existence" and as an entheogen. Usage was common throughout SCP-5682. AO-5682-2 Anomalous strain of marijuana. Chemically and genetically identical to non-anomalous marijuana, although flowers are a different color purple than most strains. Mild mnestic properties when consumed, similar to teùkoka. Secondary to usage of AO-5682-1, although also common recreationally within SCP-5682. AO-5682-3 Serrated knife with a fractally defined edge. Edge of the knife is therefore infinitely sharp and does not possess a conclusive point. No evidence of usage within SCP-5682. According to testimony, proved sharper than expected. AO-5682-4 Printed copies of an excerpt from SCP-5682-α's dream journal. Upon reading a copy, the next dream the reader has shall be identical to the events detailed within AO-5682-4. Dream encompasses an encounter with a sapient entity that resides within the higher plane of existence. Contents of the dream are frequently described as mildly disturbing by individuals who are not already familiar with SCP-5682. Was only provided to long-term adherents. AO-5682-5 Large tent that, when erected, causes spacial anomalies within its interior. These include the disappearance and manifestation of small objects, the appearance of patterns of light, and quiet sounds reminiscent of whispering. Used by SCP-5682 as a meeting place and discussion. Was believed to be the closest place to the higher plane. AO-5682-6 Small visual anomaly nested within a hole in a plank of wood. Visual anomaly reminiscent of kaleidoscope patterns. Effect is only visual; objects pass through with no effect. Known to have been spontaneously generated by members of SCP-5682, with no involvement by SCP-5682-α directly. Led to conclusion that SCP-5682 had become anomalous and capable of creating anomalies. AO-5682-7 An sixth-dimensional shape partially embedded within baseline reality. Conforms to standard models for higher-dimensional shapes in lower-dimensional planes. Was rotated along a higher dimension axis during raid, and further attempts at manipulating it along this axis have been unsuccessful. Used by SCP-5682 in several important religious rituals. The exact purpose within these practices is unknown, but was central to daily practice. Adherents refused to explain purpose. Interview Log: Charlie Kollwitz The following is an interview conducted with SCP-5682 adherent Charlie Kollwitz on July 20th, 1968, shortly following the raid upon SCP-5682-β. As with the raid itself, the interview was conducted with both Foundation (represented by Operative Blackwire) and Unusual Incidents Unit (represented by Special Agent Cassidy Powell) involvement. This particular interview focuses on the recruitment strategy of SCP-5682. Interview Transcript UIU Powell: Hello, Mr. Kollwitz. We need to ask you a few questions before we can let you go. You aren't in a lot of trouble, and if you just answer a few of our questions you'll be on your way shortly. SCP Blackwire: Keyword there being if. If you answer our questions. There could be complications if you don't cooperate with us. Kollwitz: Um. Yeah. Got it. SCP Blackwire: We want you to tell us about how you got into this cult. How you found out about them, how they made you a believer, got you to move to the middle of nowhere Washington, all of that. Kollwitz: It's not a cult. It was a commune. We might have had and — hold on, who are you? She's an FBI agent — but you don't have the badge. UIU Powell: I think my friend from the CIA here might have came across as a bit too hostile. We just want to know a little about how the Manifold Temple got new members. Do you think you could tell us about that? Kollwitz: The CIA? Good god. Okay, I'll talk. UIU Powell: So how did you find out about the Manifold Temple? How did they get a kid like you to join up with them? Kollwitz: Well, I was visiting this buddy of mine a little south of here, at Reed College, and we're sitting around, and he tells me he's heard about this new source of acid. Supposed to be like nothing else. So we head on out there, down in Sellwood, and we get some of this stuff. UIU Powell: And this new source was connected to the temple? Kollwitz: Sure was. This was back in '65. We walked into the house and I was like "Woah, what's all this?", since the dealer had all this art from the Temple on his walls. The dealer offered us the acid for cheap — real cheap. Said he just wanted other people to feel what he had. His name is Sullivan, he's been living up here for the past year or two. SCP Blackwire: I'll run his name and see if we picked him up. Kollwitz: Right, right. Anyway, I take the acid with my Reedie friend. We're sitting in his old dorm room, and boom, it hits me. It wasn't like anything else I had ever done before, and I've done my share of acid. SCP Blackwire: Of course you have. Kollwitz: This hit like a freight train. It's not normally this intense - total sensory block out. Nothing but this one hallucination, which was just utter chaos, on every sense. Sight, sound, touch, taste. But I wasn't scared, in fact, I thought it was actually pretty calming. Now I know it was a holy vision, so that makes sense. UIU Powell: Interesting. Sounds like it would have been quite jarring. Kollwitz: And yet, despite the cacophony — the screaming, the crying, the sounds — there was a beauty to it all. Within the chaos, patterns. A joyous and wonderful song. It was nothing but beautiful. You should see it, if you can. SCP Blackwire: I'll pass. Drawing produced by Charlie Kollwitz. Kollwitz: And in between the chaos, there were beings. Angels, I think. Not sure what else they could be. And they're not really things you can explain, either. They're from the other plane, and they've got too many angles for our minds to really get them, y'know? I can try to draw you a picture but I don't know how good it'll be for you. UIU Powell: That'll be appreciated, if you could. For our records. Kollwitz: Right on. Well I see these angels, and it seems to me like they're saying "Charlie! Come to us! Join us!" And how could I refuse them? They were the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. I felt calm looking at them, just right. Everything made sense, despite nothing I was experiencing making sense. UIU Powell: Could be hard to say no. SCP Blackwire: Only takes a backbone. Kollwitz: Anyway, the trip comes down. My Reedie buddy didn't really like the trip, but I was fascinated. Before I left Portland, I met up with the dealer again and got some more, and then he told me about this commune the Heavenly Manifold Temple was building. And I figured, well, I'm just bumming around the West Coast right now. Might go there next, why not? UIU Powell: And you decided to stay here, once you got here? Kollwitz: Sure did. I talked to some other friends on the way up here, and they didn't get what I had seen while on the trip. Didn't get why it was so inspiring for me. SCP Blackwire: Don't think I do either. Kollwitz: Exactly! But at the commune? Everyone got it. I wouldn't belong anywhere else. I just had to stay. UIU Powell: Could you tell me a little more about why it resonated with you? Kollwitz: Well, the way I see it… I'm in the chaos. It's scary, and it's disorienting. But the angel appears, and it's there, in the middle of all it, a part of it. But it's still calm, a part that doesn't fear the rest. And it hits me: you can't make the world calmer. You control the chaos, and you ride it. That's how you deal with the world. And Josiah said I got it. UIU Powell: Thank you, Mr. Kollwitz. I think that concludes this round of questioning, for the moment. Kollwitz was administered the standard amnestic therapy regimen — as with all other adherents of SCP-5682 — following this interview. Unusual Incidents Unit Records The following document concerning SCP-5682 and the Foundation/UIU raid was given to the Foundation by the Unusual Incidents Unit and is included here for posterity. UNUSUAL INCIDENTS UNIT Intelligence Briefing: Heavenly Manifold Temple The "Heavenly Manifold Temple", located in Yakima County, Washington, was responsible for supplying a large amount of the LSD and marijuana in circulation on the West Coast, and was placed under investigation by the Department of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms. They discovered substantial evidence of criminal activity, although no evidence of anomalous activity. A search warrant was obtained for this purpose. It was not until the Foundation contacted the Unusual Incidents Unit that evidence of anomalous activity was discovered, providing information about the anomalies present at the Heavenly Manifold Temple. The UIU then forwarded this information to the ATF. The Department of Anomalous Drugs and Ordnance, the branch of the ATF that handles anomalous matters, concluded it was severely understaffed to handle such a matter, and returned the case to the UIU. The UIU performed a joint operation with the Foundation to raid the Heavenly Manifold Temple complex. As the commune was known to be mostly non-violent, it was decided that the action would merely consist of the presentation of the search warrant, and then arresting members of the commune following the confirmation of the discovery of drugs/paraphernalia. The decision to arrest all members of the commune was encouraged by the Foundation. At noon on July 19th, the combined UIU/Foundation agents arrived at the Heavenly Manifold Temple. The warrant was presented at the boundary of the commune, and the agents were allowed access into the complex. Substantial evidence of criminal activity was quickly found following this entry, and agents began to arrest members of the commune. Almost all members of the commune complied with the orders given to them by directing UIU agents, and were placed into joint custody. A small number of members attempted to resist arrest, but were quickly brought under control and also placed into custody. However, shortly after the UIU/Foundation agents entered the commune, a fire broke out in the main building of the commune, which was identified as the residence of Josiah Thornettle (leader of the Heavenly Manifest Temple) and several senior members of the commune. The cause of this fire remains unknown, but internal investigation has determined that the UIU was not responsible, as all agents were stationed at the front entrance or outside of the commune at the time. Agent Stone attempted to enter the building during this time, in order to find Josiah Thornettle. His testimony is transcribed below: I saw that the main building had caught fire, and one of the cult members next to me screamed that was where their leader was. Because we were all outside of the complex at the time, I knew the fire either had to be an accident or an intentional sabotage on the part of the temple. In either case, we would need to get in and rescue anyone inside. I rushed forward, and entered. It hadn't substantially caught fire yet, but I could hear some muffled voices from the upstairs. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but they seemed pretty calm. Which was weird, since the roof was on fire. I rushed up to the second floor, and as I bounded onto the landing, the voices stopped. There was this … well, it sounded almost like static, but it didn't sound mechanical. It sounded spoken, if that makes sense. I rushed to the room where the sounds were coming from, and slammed into the door. Nobody was inside. I must have gotten the wrong room. I looked back into the hallway, and the smoke and fire was getting too much. I couldn't stay in the house any longer. Due to the placement of the main building, the fire was self-contained and did not spread to other buildings/structures within the commune. After the flames had extinguished, the ashes were thoroughly searched: no human remains or bones were discovered. It is not believed any individuals were within the main building at the time it caught fire. Josiah Thornettle has not been found, and is presumed at large. Interview Log: Shanon Church Shanon Church was one of the most senior members of SCP-5682 and a direct associate of SCP-5682-α. She was not present at SCP-5682-β on July 19th, 1968, and thus managed to avoid being captured during the Foundation/UIU raid. However, she was apprehended in 1974 by the UIU and brought in for questioning concerning SCP-5682-α. Interview Transcript SCP Blackwire: Well, well, well. Look who it is. One of the cult leaders herself. We thought you burned to death with Thornettle. Church: Josiah didn't burn to death. He ascended into heaven, something that we can't just take for granted. The angels came and whisked him away, and him alone. He was always the closest to them. UIU Powell: We have difficulty believing that. It's awfully convenient for him to have disappeared at the exact moment when we were finally closing in on him. We finally get close, and then, and only then, does he vanish into the aether? Why not any sooner? Church: Josiah was the only one of us who could have, but he didn't want to go alone. He wanted to take us with him. He could have left any time earlier. But you came for his head. And now I am locked out of heaven, the only man who could have taken me forced to run. SCP Blackwire: Seems most likely he just burned to death. I mean, you weren't even there. Church: Did you find any bones? No, you wouldn't have. Because he ascended. UIU Powell: Putting that aside, what if he just wasn't there that day? And just went into hiding? SCP Blackwire: Like you. Church: Once the temple had been built, Josiah never left. He stayed with his people. It was his life's work. He ascended. I alone escaped. You destroyed everything he — we — had ever worked for. We were reaching for the fruit of salvation, and then you cut down the tree. SCP Blackwire: Salvation. Guess what? We know what you were dealing with. We call them [REDACTED] and they aren't fucking pretty. These are beings that [REDACTED]. If your boyfriend managed to get into their home at the end, he isn't alive anymore. Church: Ah, yes. The so-called [REDACTED]. Merely fear and superstition, perpetuated by people that do not understand the truth. It is common for the unenlightened to fear that which they do not understand. I know the angels could scare those that have not seen them before, but they are holy nonetheless. Tell me, Operative, have you ever experienced any of the revelations that we offered in the commune? Any of the enlightenment? SCP Blackwire: Have I willingly exposed myself to dangerous anomalies? No. Never. Church: You wouldn't get it, then? Would you? These things require faith. You have to take that first step into the water. SCP Blackwire: You aren't the first person to give me that line. Church: I wonder why? Maybe there's some truth to it? UIU Powell: Let's get back on track, shall we? The topic at hand is Josiah Thornettle and what happened to him. That's what we're here for, and we'd like if you could tell us about him, Ms. Church. Church: The answer is simple: Josiah performed a ritual only he himself was capable of achieving. It required the highest level of attunement with our beliefs to achieve, and he was the only one who came close. The rest of us were trying to get there, but never could. He was a prophet. He escaped into a higher plane, and abandoned this world. SCP Blackwire: I highly doubt he was a prophet of any stripe. Nothing he had was all that compelling. Church: You've only heard it all second hand. This was all direct. You need to see to believe. The visions had so many facets you'll inevitably miss some of them. SCP Blackwire: We haven't been able to find your plane, you know. Nothing has worked. We've tried knives that cut dimensions, technology that shouldn't exist, everything. Dead ends. Church: Interesting. I wouldn't know why that is, but I would hazard the guess that heaven resists heretics. You cannot break down the pearly gates. UIU Powell: Poetic. Ms. Church, I feel we are done here. Do you have anything else to add? Church: No. I know what I believe. And I know that you have barred me from those pearly gates. Only Josiah is with the angels. Following this interview, Church was given the same amnestic therapy regimen as other adherents of SCP-5682. Following her release from custody, she no longer practices SCP-5682 and has had no contact with any other anomalies. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5682" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5682. 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: Thornettle.jpg Name: Ken Westerfield 1977 Author: Ken Westerfield License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Ken Westerfield 1977 Filename: higherlove.jpg Name: Hell0 Author: Nicholas Darinzo License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Additional Notes: Desaturated from original. 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SCP-5683 | keter | Message Received: 01/02/2020 Subject Line: Again, congratulations Doctor Kristiansen, Congratulations again on your success with the Domesday Clock project. It was a magnificent accomplishment, and I can confirm that your name has been brought up favorably in our last meeting. In response to your query last we spoke — yes, we are still searching for an appropriate candidate for Director of Site-04 following Director Bray's retirement. Your name is on the list, but the Council still wishes for you to prove yourself capable a little more before we're prepared to make a final decision. We'd like for you to solve the SCP-5683 problem. The assignment's already been issued. Hoping you are well, O5-7 22122592 Item #: SCP-5683 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5683 is to be neutralized as soon as possible. In order to reduce the number of containment breaches, it is to be constantly dosed with a stream of sedatives — the chemical makeup of which is to be adjusted constantly in order to prevent SCP-5683 from adapting to it. In the event that these sedatives are unsuccessful in disabling SCP-5683, the containment chamber is to be immediately flooded with hydrochloric acid. All termination attempts must be approved by project head Doctor Kristiansen. Description: SCP-5683 is a large arachnid organism, capable of rapid regeneration and bodily modification. It is extremely hostile to all human life, and will constantly attempt to breach containment in order to engage in mass slaughter. This is usually performed via injection of venom using its mandibles and impalement using its legs. Although SCP-5683 has demonstrated the capability for basic reasoning and planning when hunting prey, it is not believed to possess human-level intelligence. When placed into a threatening situation, SCP-5683 will quickly adapt in order to become more resistant to whatever form of danger is being posed to it. These adaptations will persist until said danger is no longer present. Addendum 5683-1 (Termination Order): Due to frequent containment breaches and the increasing drain on Foundation resources brought about by SCP-5683's continued containment, a termination order on SCP-5683 has been issued. Termination will be overseen by the new project head, Dr. Kristiansen. The following is an archive of attempts to terminate SCP-5683, along with discussions regarding them: Discussion Log 5683-1 Subject of Discussion: Introduction of new project head, deliberation over initial termination attempts regarding SCP-5683. Personnel Present: Doctor Kristiansen, Researcher Miles, Researcher Hall, Junior Researcher Silva, Security Chief Aday. <Begin Log> Doctor Kristiansen: (sniffs) Do you smell something burning? Junior Researcher Silva: I'm told there's been a mild, ah, accident at the cafeteria earlier today, sir. I apologize. Doctor Kristiansen: I see, I see. (laughs) Hopefully we'll fare a little better than them, eh? (Laughter.) Junior Researcher Silva: Very good, sir! Security Chief Aday: If we could get down to business. Doctor Kristiansen: Right, yes, of course. So — SCP-5683. I've read the documentation, but I've always found accounts from those working with the anomaly can be much more helpful. Anything I should know? (Pause.) Researcher Hall: Well … I suppose… Doctor Kristiansen: Well? Out with it, man. Researcher Miles: It's smarter than it looks. If it spots a way to escape, it'll take it in an instant. Doctor Kristiansen: Well, maybe we can use that. (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: Anyone else? (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: (sighs) I won't lie, I expected more. For now, we're going to do some basic stress tests on the thing. Start off with tissue samples, then try it out on the genuine article. No point getting complicated if we can just kill it with fire, eh? Junior Researcher Silva: Very good, sir. <End Log> Termination Log 5683-1 Stimulus: Incineration at a temperature of 850 °C for a period of thirty seconds. Tissue Sample Results: Sample successfully incinerated without relapses. SCP-5683 Results: SCP-5683 thrashes and screeches upon introduction of heat for thirty seconds, before developing armored plating covered with an unknown substance that prevents combustion. Discussion Log 5683-2 Subject of Discussion: Further attempts to terminate SCP-5683. Personnel Present: Doctor Kristiansen, Researcher Miles, Researcher Hall, Junior Researcher Silva, Security Chief Aday. <Begin Log> Doctor Kristiansen: (sniffing) Jesus, that stinks. Another bad day for the cafeteria? Researcher Miles: Seems so. Apparently, we'll just have to bear with it. Junior Researcher Silva: Extremely sorry for the inconvenience, sir — and in regards to the last termination test, sir, I'm afraid it, well, was expected. Doctor Kristiansen: Thank you, Junior Researcher. I hope you didn't think I seriously believed that would work. It was a test to establish a baseline. (Pause.) Junior Researcher Silva: Yes, sir. Very good, sir. Doctor Kristiansen: And lose the 'sir'. Junior Researcher Silva: Sorry, sir. Security Chief Aday: If we could get down to business. Doctor Kristiansen: Yes, yes, of course. I've contacted the O5 Council and requested the use of some anomalous substances to aid with termination — not anomalous enough to qualify for containment, but anomalous enough to help us out here. Probably less toxic than whatever they've got in that cafeteria, too. (Laughter.) Researcher Hall: Nice one. Doctor Kristiansen: Thank you. Junior Researcher Silva: Just for logging purposes, sir, may I inquire about the specific substances we're shipping in? Doctor Kristiansen: Of course. Y220, Y835 and Y436. I'm told they should be arriving within the week — I expect each would be enough to do the job, but it's best to hedge our bets. This spider doesn't compare to the lizard, I'll tell you that. (Junior Researcher Silva smiles.) Junior Researcher Silva: You've worked with the lizard, sir? When was that, if you don't mind me asking, sir? Doctor Kristiansen: Um, well, a few years back, I suppose — we had a containment breach back then. It … (frowns) … it wasn't pleasant. (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: Anyway, Y220, Y835 and Y436. Get that logged. Junior Researcher Silva: Excellent choice, sir. Researcher Hall: Fantastic work. Researcher Miles: Magnificent. <End Log> Termination Log 5683-2 Stimulus: Y220 Tissue Sample Results: Sample successfully converted into glass, which then violently explodes. SCP-5683 Results: 80% of SCP-5683's body converted into glass within nine seconds, which then violently explodes. Regeneration increases in speed until SCP-5683 is completely healed within thirty seconds. Termination Log 5683-3 Stimulus: Y835 Tissue Sample Results: Sample splits into two independent organisms, which then kill each other through mutual injection of venom. SCP-5683 Results: SCP-5683 splits into two entities, SCP-5683-1 and SCP-5683-2, which then inject each other with their venom. SCP-5683-2 perishes near-instantly, but SCP-5683-1 adapts an immunity to the venom and survives. SCP-5683-1 then consumes SCP-5683-2 to regain lost mass. Termination Log 5683-4 Stimulus: Y436 Tissue Sample Results: Sample is reduced to a fine mist. SCP-5683 Results: SCP-5683 is reduced to a fine mist. All lights in the facility turn off — when they reactivate three seconds later, SCP-5683 has fully regenerated. Discussion Log 5683-3 Subject of Discussion: Termination of SCP-5683. Personnel Present: Doctor Kristiansen, Researcher Miles, Researcher Hall, Junior Researcher Silva, Security Chief Aday. <Begin Log> (Doctor Kristiansen kicks his chair angrily. It falls to the floor.) Doctor Kristiansen: The file says adaptation, right? A-dap-tat-ion. Coming back to life when the lights turn out is not adaptation, it's some magic bullshit! Junior Researcher Silva: Please calm down, sir. Doctor Kristiansen: Silva, I swear to God. Junior Researcher Silva: Sorry, sir. (Doctor Kristiansen sighs, picks his chair up, and sits down.) Security Chief Aday: If we could get down to business. (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: I'm requisitioning Y910. (Pause.) Researcher Hall: (slowly) That's a little … Researcher Miles: Are you sure about that, sir? Doctor Kristiansen: Yes. I am absolutely sure about it. If the GOC can use it to poison gods, I think it can take care of one giant spider. Junior Researcher Silva: But, sir… (Doctor Kristiansen stands up.) Doctor Kristiansen: But nothing! And, and another thing — we're losing the tissue test! The O5's will replace Bray soon, and I'm not going to be sitting around wasting time! (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: (sighs) I'll … I'll take full responsibility for the decision. (Everyone in the room turns to look at Doctor Kristiansen.) Junior Researcher Silva: You will, sir? Doctor Kristiansen: Should anything go wrong, yes. Junior Researcher Silva: Very good, sir! Very good! (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: Well, uh. Get preparations underway. Researcher Hall: Of course. (Doctor Kristiansen walks to the door and leaves the room.) (Laughter.) <End Log> Termination Log 5683-4 Stimulus: Y910 SCP-5683 Results: Energizing response. Containment breach in progress. <Begin Log> (Doctor Kristiansen and Junior Researcher Silva run into the secure bunker. Doctor Kristiansen seals the door behind them, then slumps against the wall.) Doctor Kristiansen: (quietly) This isn't happening. This isn't happening. (Pause. Doctor Kristiansen looks up and sniffs.) Doctor Kristiansen: Oh Jesus, what's that smell?! Junior Researcher Silva: It must have … it must have gotten to the reactor, sir. I'm so sorry, sir — this is all my fault. Doctor Kristiansen: Your fault? How so? What did you do? (Pause. Doctor Kristiansen stands up.) Doctor Kristiansen: What the fuck did you do?! Junior Researcher Silva: I … it's my job sir, my duty, to oppose actions that — actions that I believe are ill-advised. I didn't do that for you, sir. I'm sorry. Doctor Kristiansen: Yes. Yes! (Doctor Kristiansen approaches Junior Researcher Silva and jabs a finger into his chest.) Doctor Kristiansen: Do you know how many people have died because you couldn't do your job? Because you refused to? Junior Researcher Silva: (crying) I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry, sir. But … you're the one, sir! You wanted to use Y910! You wouldn't listen, sir! (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: (quietly) Are you trying to make me your scapegoat, Silva? (Junior Researcher Silva shakes his head.) Junior Researcher Silva: (crying) I'm not … I'm not, sir … but there are procedures, sir, for a — for a reason. The tissue sample … you must admit, even a little — Doctor Kristiansen: (quietly) When we get out of here, I am going to tell the Council the truth about what happened here. The truth about what you've done. Junior Researcher Silva: But… Doctor Kristiansen: Shut your fucking mouth, Silva. (Pause.) Junior Researcher Silva: But, sir — with all due respect — I don't think that will be possible. Doctor Kristiansen: What do you mean? Junior Researcher Silva: This chamber, sir … it isn't nearly strong enough to survive the reactor overloading, I'm afraid. (Doctor Kristiansen staggers backwards, head in his hands.) Doctor Kristiansen: Shit. No, no, no no no, shit. (Pause. Junior Researcher Silva sits in the corner.) Junior Researcher Silva: I shouldn't have led us here, sir — Doctor Kristiansen: No, you shouldn't have. Junior Researcher Silva: — but, and this is with all due respect to your countless accomplishments, sir, you … you must admit some personal responsibility. (Doctor Kristiansen turns to Junior Researcher Silva.) Doctor Kristiansen: (screaming) Shut the fuck up! Stop talking about whose fault this is! What the hell is the matter with you?! (Loud banging is heard against the bunker door. Doctor Kristiansen yelps and retreats to the back wall.) Doctor Kristiansen: No, no, no! Please! Please! (Junior Researcher Silva stands in front of Doctor Kristiansen. The bunker door is ripped open, revealing SCP-5683 standing behind it. It moves inside, screeching.) Junior Researcher Silva: Sir, I'll — I'll occupy it! Please, run! (Pause.) (Doctor Kristiansen pushes Junior Researcher Silva towards SCP-5683 and prepares to run.) (SCP-5683 disappears.) Doctor Kristiansen: I — I — wha…? (Junior Researcher Silva turns towards Doctor Kristiansen.) Junior Researcher Silva: Disappointing, sir. Extremely disappointing. Doctor Kristiansen: What? (Researcher Miles, Researcher Hall and Security Chief Aday enter the bunker through the torn-open door. Doctor Kristiansen again approaches the back wall.) Doctor Kristiansen: What's going on? What happened to 5683? Junior Researcher Silva: I'm afraid, sir, that there's little reason in keeping a dummy around once it's served its purpose. Doctor Kristiansen: Its … its purpose? What are you talking about, man?! Junior Researcher Silva: As a substitute, sir. (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: I don't… Junior Researcher Silva: You mentioned you worked with a lizard, sir. That there was a containment breach. If you don't terribly mind me asking, how did you escape that situation? It seemed quite lethal, didn't it? (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: …where am I? Researcher Hall: Don't ask pointless questions. Researcher Miles: Don't ask questions you know the answer to. (Pause. Doctor Kristiansen turns to Junior Researcher Silva.) Doctor Kristiansen: (hoarse) Who are you people? Junior Researcher Silva: We are the Jury, sir. Your Jury. And I'm afraid you've disgraced yourself quite horribly once again. (Pause.) Junior Researcher Silva: Would you like me to clarify anything for you, sir? Doctor Kristiansen: (quietly) How long have I been here? Junior Researcher Silva: A considerable amount of time, sir. Doctor Kristiansen: How much … how much longer will I be here? Junior Researcher Silva: Until you take responsibility, sir. (Doctor Kristiansen moves into the corner, shaking.) Doctor Kristiansen: This is … this is my fault. Researcher Miles: You say it, but you don't mean it. Researcher Hall: You don't mean the things you say. (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: Please. I'm sorry. Security Chief Aday: If we could get down to business. Junior Researcher Silva: Of course. (Pause — then Doctor Kristiansen runs for the open door. Before he can reach it, however, a black iron chain appears from around the corner and wraps itself around his throat.) Doctor Kristiansen: No, no, no! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! (The chain pulls Doctor Kristiansen out the door and around the corner at extremely high speeds — it proceeds to drag him out of the complex, slamming him into every wall as it passes a corner.) Doctor Kristiansen: It's not my fault! It's not my fault! (The floor and walls drop away, revealing what is behind them. There is a great deal of blood. There is a great deal of fire. There is a great deal of suffering. There is a terrible stench.) (Laughter.) (Laughter.) (Laughter.) (Doctor Kristiansen starts screaming, and never really stops.) <End Log> Message Received: 01/02/2020 Subject Line: Again, congratulations Doctor Kristiansen, Congratulations again on your success with the Domesday Clock project. It was a magnificent accomplishment, and I can confirm that your name has been brought up favorably in our last meeting. In response to your query last we spoke — yes, we are still searching for an appropriate candidate for Director of Site-04 following Director Bray's retirement. Your name is on the list, but the Council still wishes for you to prove yourself capable a little more before we're prepared to make a final decision. We'd like for you to solve the SCP-5683 problem. The assignment's already been issued. Hoping you are well, O5-7 22122593 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5683" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5683. 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-5684 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-5684 Special Containment Procedures: Currently, all activity that may be related to SCP-5684 or any of its instances must be monitored. Description: SCP-5684 is the designation given to an event that occurs every November 19, in which two light beams1 colored bluish and purple, respectively, make an appearance in multiple areas of the world, both pointing towards the Moon when activated regardless of Earth's logical rotation. The following is a table showing SCP-5684's most frequent spawning areas. Date Location of SCP-5684-A Location of SCP-5684-B Notes November 19; 2026, 2027, 2028 and 2029 Madrid, Spain Mexico; exact location undetermined N/A November 19; 2030, 2031 and 2032 Osaka, Japan Philippines; exact location undetermined N/A November 19; 2033, 2034 and 2035 Norway; exact location undetermined Berlin, Germany N/A November 19; 2036, 2037 and 2038 Copenhagen, Denmark Aarhus, Denmark N/A November 19, 2039 Sevilla, Spain Sevilla, Spain See Addendum 5684/1 It is completely unknown what generates SCP-5684 and how it has the ability to activate in areas that have been invaded by SCP-ES-244, not being affected in any way by the said anomaly. It should be noted that the lighting generated by both SCP-5684-A and SCP-5684-B, despite illuminating a large part of the satellite, has never affected and/or targeted Selene-Site-129. In 2039, SCP-5684-A and SCP-5684-B jointly targeted Selene-Site-129, causing an anomalous effect on personnel found on the upper floor of it. (See Document 5684/1 for more information) Addendum 5684/1: Update 11/19/2039 ++ Review Documentation [LEVEL 3 OR HIGHER] -- Access Granted SELENE-SITE-129 REPORT On November 19, 2039, SCP-5684 and SCP-5684-B appeared in the same location, this being in Spain, at 19:00 AM in that country, where it is presumably believed to have once been Seville. Once activated, they both targeted Selene-Site-129. We do not yet know at the time of writing this document why both instances carried out this action, although we do not know whether they were conscious or not from the beginning, and surely, we will probably never know. However, when that event occurred, staff members sleeping in each other's assigned rooms on the upper floor described that as SCP-5684 struck the facility with blinding splendor, they felt a shocking warmth and happy feeling. A feeling that was widely described as "similar to when a friend of yours achieves something that he wanted for a long time." In addition, the staff who were awake at the time felt a joyful feeling, one that lasted throughout the next month. Additionally, not only did this occur but after the event, some 200 meters from Selene-Site-129, a monolith of a mineral similar to common amethyst could be found. Once we went exploring and checked the perimeter, it was possible to see that there was something inscribed on the figure that read: To my love, a coin. For my love, I'd give my life. For my love, I'd reach the moon. And with my love, forever I'll stay. There have been no further incidents. SCP-5684 is considered neutralized. — Res. Maia Ross. Footnotes 1. As of now, SCP-5684-A and SCP-5684-B. |
SCP-5685 | safe | The location of Provisional Site-100. Item #: SCP-5685 Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Site-100 has been established around SCP-5685 to assist in containment. Every Friday, three members of MTF Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters") are to be present on site to ensure that the apparitions manifesting around SCP-5685 do not harm on-site personnel or enter a human settlement. Description: SCP-5685 is an Airstream motorhome located in an unpopulated area of the Gobi Desert in Mongolia. On Fridays, at UTC 12:00 am, SCP-5685 will begin to emit sounds in a rhythmic, musical pattern up to 120 dB and produce a variety of colored lights from its windows. As this occurs, 20 to 30 Class-I apparitions will manifest around SCP-5685 armed with picket signs, baseball bats, fruit, and toilet paper1. The apparitions will then proceed to vocalize, shouting obscenities and other derogatory statements, while throwing objects towards SCP-5685. Due to the apparition's focus on SCP-5685, they will not willingly move away from it and will typically ignore Foundation personnel. At 6:00 am, SCP-5685 will return to its original state and the apparitions will demanifest. All attempts to examine the interior of SCP-5685 by forced entry or relocate the anomaly have failed. 5685-UPDATE-1: On December 13th, 1996, a Class-II apparition, identified as PoI-6852, stood on top of SCP-5685 and claimed that Foundation personnel were responsible for its inability to access SCP-5685. How PoI-685 manifested near SCP-5685 without Foundation personnel knowing is currently unknown and is being investigated. The transcript is below: Incident Log-01 «BEGIN LOG» PoI-685: Hello. Hello? I said hello! The Class-I apparitions simultaneously turn towards PoI-685. PoI-685: Good, good. Now that I got your attention, I want to ask you, why are you here? Unknown Voice 1: My wife leaked my porn collection to my entire family when I died, and now I'm forever shamed and can't pass on. PoI-685: Um, nice story. But I'm asking you all why you're all here at this spot, not still here-here. Get it? I'll tell you why! It's because you all wanna get down and throw the biggest party the whole damn afterlife has ever seen! I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your voices, feel it in all of your, uh… souls? You want the music, the drinks, the lights, the excitement your wispy wishy-washy ghostly vessels deprived from you. Name one other place that'll give you that - just one! - Yeah, that's right, there is none. The group of apparitions begins to mummer and whisper to each other. PoI-685: And do you know why we can't get in? Because those assholes inside decided we weren't good enough! They say we'll 'ruin the feel'! That is some grade-A bullshit right there. They're just a bunch of selfish good-for-nothings. I won't have it and you shouldn't either! But that's not the end of it. No siree, those eggheads in those fancy coats in the back, behind you, right there, can't miss them. Really, please, just turn around. Several apparations observe Junior Researcher Richard eating from a bag of chips. Once Researcher Richard notices this, he retreats to Provisional Site-100. PoI-685: See that? Why would they run? Because they're part of it, that's why. That's why they here—to keep us out! Want to know what I say we should do? I think we should mess them up real good and make sure they don't show their sorry asses around here again! George Washington once said "Give us death or give us punch", and since they can't give us death, I want the fucking punch right now! Am I right, or am I right? Unknow Voice 2: He's right! I was there when George Washington said it. PoI-685: That's what I'm talking about, man! Come up here and give me a high-five! A Class-I apparition levitates above SCP-5685 and gives PoI-685 a high five. PoI-685: So we won't stop until we get what we want, right? The apparitions shout in agreement. PoI-685: Yeah! That's what I'm talking about! The apparitions begin to smash their signs against SCP-5685, which they then turn into plasma and demanifest. The apparitions then begin to proceed towards Provisional Site-100 repeating the phrase "Give me death or give me punch!". PoI-685: Yeah, that's right! That's right. «END LOG» PoI-685 circa 1983. As Provisional Site-100 was assaulted by 26 Class-I apparations, PoI-685 separated from the group and disappeared from view. MTF Mu-13 was deployed to engage and disperse the apparitions. After this event, the apparitions were observed to be more hostile towards Foundation personnel. 5685-UPDATE-2: At 2:00 AM on December 27th, 1996, a circle about fifty meters in diameter with various thaumaturgic symbols inscribed inside its perimeter appeared around SCP-5685. PoI-685 was observed giving a speech to several apparitions while standing on top of SCP-5685, accompanied by an approximately three-meter tall humanoid with red skin and caprine features dressed in a formal black suit that was carrying several documents. Samuel Bond, Head Researcher of SCP-5685, confronted PoI-685 from 15 meters away through a megaphone while secured inside a vehicle. The transcript of their exchange is below: Incident Log-02 «BEGIN LOG» As the vehicle approaches, PoI-685 ceases talking and turns towards Bond. PoI-685: So that's why I need a tenth of your soul—Why, hello there! Wait, that's you, isn't it? Sammy! How long has it been since we last met? Must have been awhile. I thought you were still working for good ole America. Bond: How did you even get here? The last time I saw you, you were screaming like a banshee when you went to Hell. PoI-685: I did, but as you can see, I'm still looking peachy! Made some same new friends while I was there, too. You see folks, me and him go way back. Unknown Voice 1: Why you acting so friendly with him? You said we couldn't trust those eggheads! PoI-685: And who said I do trust him? I'm just doing what they always say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Ain't that right, buddy? Bond: I'm not your buddy. PoI-685: Sure you're not. So what do you want, my old fleshy friend? Bond: What is your game here, Samthems? Do you really think I let you do whatever you please? This isn't like 84', I can put you in a box quicker than you can run that mouth of yours. PoI-685: Sheeesh. This new job of yours must have you even angrier than you were before. I'm just here talking to my brothers and sisters on what our next plan for liberation is! Bond: And that is? PoI-685: We're going to make our own city! With its own rides, stores, casinos, and everything. And, of course, me as their leader. Unknown Voice 2: Yeah! I want a carousel! PoI-685: And you're going to get it! Bond: And I assume it is going to be the help of that demon beside you, right? The Caprine entity bends down and whispers into the ear of PoI-685. PoI-685: Um, that's classified. Just know I have friends, friends in low places. And they're going help us stick it to the man upstairs. Unknown Voice 3: Yeah, about that, though. I like my soul, and we don't have any money. Bond: Of course you don't. He's a liar, he's just using you for who knows what. In fact, you all need to leave this place, now. This man brings nothing but bad news, trust me. PoI-685 throws a stack of money towards an apparition. PoI-685: A little piece of your being taken wouldn't hurt if you got some money! Now would a liar give his people some compensation? Bond: Yes! That's exactly what they'd do. PoI-685: Then why would this fine gentleman beside me associate with me. Bond: It's a demon! PoI-685: Wow! Judging people because of what they are? Shame! Unknown Voice 3: Yeah, shame on you! Unknown Voice 1: We don't want your kind here! Git on out! Git! Bond: Listen, he's— Unknown Voice 4: Shame! The crowd of apparitions begins to shout "Shame" repeatedly until Bond leaves the area. PoI-685: Yo, how long would it take for [pointing upwards] to find out about this? Caprine entity: I don't know. PoI-685: Great. «END LOG» Every Friday since this incident, PoI-685 has manifested with a podium on top of SCP-5685 with the caprine entity at their side. Upon manifesting, PoI-685 will began to give speeches on topics about injustice, courage, piety, and the economics of a soul. Subsequently, the number of apparitions manifesting around SCP-5685 has increased with each consecutive Friday, reaching a population of 112 instances carrying objects3 bearing PoI-685’s face. When a Class-I apparition was captured during one of these events and questioned on why they are supporting PoI-685 in their goal they stated: He's going to get us what we want, bitch! That's right, we're going to build our own shit in front of their shit and see how they like being kept from things. Yeah! So I got to give a part of my soul, it'll all be worth it in the end. How do I know? He said so, that's how! Wait, hold up, what is that? What the fuck are you guys about to do? [Extraneous Information Cut] Head Researcher Samuel Bond then initiated several campaigns to discredit PoI-685 by using the information of their past actions, albeit changed and dramatized to prevent an informational breach. However, this has resulted in Bond being declared as a "clown" by the apparitions that manifested around SCP-5685 - who now yell at him whenever he appears around them. On the last campaign, when Bond was forced to leave after excrement of an unknown entity was thrown at him, the circle around SCP-5685 began to illuminate for several minutes until 450 Class-I apparitions, 312 humanoid demonic entities, a Ferris wheel, five roller coasters, two twenty-story hotels, several entertainment centers, a 100-meter ta tall golden building with a neon sign in the shape of PoI-685's face on its side, and a 500 meter in diameter wall with a five-meter tall golden gate surrounding the objects manifested around SCP-5685. A section of SCP-5685-1. These structures were collectively designated as SCP-5685-1. A group of 30 four-meter tall winged reptilian demonic entities were positioned around SCP-5685-1 and would attack any Foundation personnel that approached it. Provisional Site-100 was spatially relocated 1,000 meters away by unknown means during this event. No missing persons or casualties. Head Researcher Samuel Bond called an emergency meeting with Director of Thaumatic Site-100 (Alexander Lamb) and Head Captain of MTF Mu-13 (John Macleod) to discuss future containment of SCP-5685 and PoI-685. The transcript is below: «BEGIN LOG» Bond: We are in trouble. Through unforeseeable events, the apparitions that manifest around SCP-5685 have organized themselves with demonic guards and… amusement rides. They even extended their manifestation time, somehow. We believe this is the cause of this apparition, Douglas Samthems, that they were able to accomplish this. He claimed to be from another dimension and committed several paranormal crimes in the 1980s. We thought he was self-contained in Hell after his last outburst, but we were clearly wrong. Lamb: Weren't you with the UIU when we stopped them? Why didn't you request reinforcements to get him contained earlier if he was this much of a nuisance? Bond: He was mostly harmless, especially since his partner was captured. I didn't think it would get this bad this quickly. Besides, we could have used resources for something more grave than a motorhome at the time. Lamb: Like your speeches against him. Because I saw them, and they're sure ain't pretty. One part screaming two parts complaining. Bond: Sir, If you have seen them, then you know I did my best. That man has a talent with comes to situations like these. In fact, when I first encountered— Lamb: I didn't ask for an explanation. Macleod: If I may interject, I still don't really know why I am here. Bond: To capture Douglas, the ghost! Macleod: Yeah, but I can't do that when there are demons outside that'll breathe fire at us the moment we get six feet near them. If you have a girl that appears in mirrors and writes on walls with blood and feces, we're the guys to call. But this, hell no. My momma raised no fool. Bond: So you're telling me you can't do your one job—bust ghosts? Macleod: Listen, if you think we're going tussle with five-hundred pounds of demonic muscle you need a mental check! Get real. Lamb: Enough! We need to focus on the situation at hand. Samuel and the ghost man are clearly responsible for this, so we're just going to have to form a plan to get rid of the demons, and then take out the kingpin. Agent Willet, visually distressed, comes inside the meeting room. Willet: A huge entity just appeared in the sky in front of the buildings in SCP-5685-1! Bond: How? What is it? Willet: I don't know, but it's calling for you, sir. Bond: And? Why would I go there because it said my name? Willet: They say they're the sword of God. Bond: What? Willet: And they sound pissed. «END LOG» At 7:00 am, a ten-meter tall, luminescent, multi-winged humanoid descended from the sky and levitated in front of the largest building in SCP-5685-1. PoI-685 was observed on top of the building waving a pole with a white flag attached to it and wearing several crosses. An assembly of eight Foundation personnel was deployed and given aerial transport to assist with the situation. This operation was lead by Samuel Bond due to his experience with PoI-685 and expertise with demonic and spectral entities. It is to note that deployment was not interfered with by the demonic entities surrounding SCP-5685-1. Incident Log-03 «BEGIN LOG» As the helicopter carrying Samuel Bond lowers on the roof of the targetted building, multiple apparitions4can be seen surrounding PoI-685. Bond: Samthem, what in the lor— PoI-685: I wouldn't say that right now if I was you. My new guest in front of us is a bit sensitive to that type of language. Bond: What have you done? PoI-685: It's more of what have we done situation now. You and I and are getting judged, buddy! Bond: Judged? Judged on what? Winged Humanoid: Douglas Ventile Samthems of the unknown worlds and Samuel Bond of Earth, you are both found guilty on all accounts of producing reckless noise around one of thy's many Providences! You have five cycles to cease all activities and leave thy's land or accept thy consequences. Bond: Me? I am one who tried to stop him from being around your "Providence". Winged Humanoid: Lies! Were you not the one who participated in the acts of debate with Samthems? Bond: What? Winged Humanoid: Were you not the one who perpetrated the encouragement of protest against thyself? Bond: That wasn't on purpose! Winged Humanoid: Silence! Your lips drip nothing but venom and untruths. You are guilty! Bond: Guilty? PoI-685: He got you there, Sammy. But don't worry, this'll be over in a second. Excuse me, you, who stands on top of those who are below. The only reason you are having so much noise outside your place is that you wouldn't let all these kind folks around me enter it. Besides, who uses an RV for a Providence? You're just asking for junkies. Unknown Voice 1: Yeah— PoI-685: Shutup, I'm talking. So yeah, this can all end if you just open your doors and let us have fun for a few millennia. Winged humanoid: Irrevelant! Judgment has already been placed, there is no— PoI-685: Or you could just let us stay and have our little place for ourselves. I have a permit from H.E. double L. And one of the big shots there has taken a liking to this place, so I'd be careful if I was you. Don't want to mess with their bottom line. Winged humanoid: Blasphemy! To think we of the High Order would take the writings of that place as legitimate is absurd! They deal in trickery, we deal in re— PoI-685: Woah! Read before you judge, my friend, I promise it has more than you think. The winged humanoid levitates down as PoI-685 produces a document from his back pocket and gives it to them. After several minutes of reading, it speaks. Winged Humanoid: And this includes the capital and [Illegible] that will go through your domain? PoI-685: You betcha!! Winged humanoid: And the food? PoI-685: If you so choose to dine. Winged Humanoid: Understood! I will bring this new information to the Supreme one. You are allowed to exist around thy's providence for now! The winged humanoid begins to glow brightly before forming into a sphere and accelerating upwards into the sky before disappearing from all view. Bond: The hell did you do? PoI-685: Sammy, the same thing I'm going to do with you. Make a deal! «END LOG» 5685-UPDATE-3: Due to the elongated manifestation time of SCP-5685-15 and the increased presence of Abrahamic entities after Incident-03, Provisional Site-100 has been transformed into Site-78 to accommodate its new function. An agreement for dealing with SCP-5685-1 has been made with PoI-685, which includes the following details: Selected Foundation personnel may enter, monitor, or apprehend guests and residents of SCP-5685-1 that are considered Persons of Interest and are not affiliated with PoI-685's inner circle. Foundation personnel will not display open hostility towards the populace of SCP-5685-1. Foundation personnel will help in the advertisement of SCP-5685-1 inside the anomalous spectral community to ensure its effectiveness and longevity. For a full list, see SCP-5685 Treaty Vol.1. A conference meeting was shortly held after it's an inscription with PoI-685, Alexander Lamb, and Samuel Bond to solidly the agreement. «BEGIN LOG» Foreword: The meeting was held in a secluded area near Site-78. It consisted of Samuel Bond, PoI-685, and Alexander Lamb via a digital monitor. Lamb: So is that all you have to tell me, Douglas? PoI-685: You set up your little surveillance unit in my town and catch whoever's on your blacklist or whatever you call it, and I'll make sure nobody interferes with your business. Only if you make sure nobody messes with mine. Lamb: And? PoI-685: Five percent of all my profits go to you. Satisfied? Bond: This is ridiculous. This is him we are talking about! He almost killed hundreds in '84. He almost killed me! Who even knows if this "town" of his would even work! PoI-685: I didn't almost kill you—I was closer than that. And, besides, with the deals I made, there's no way this place won't be booming. And I would never try to you hurt you folks. Scouts honor. Bond: We can't accept this. I won't accept it! Lamb: You're going have to deal with it, Director. This did happen on your watch, or have you forgotten that? Bond: I have already explained myself. We are caught between a deal between Heaven and Hell, we can't afford to trust someone like him in this matter. Lamb: We don't need trust from him if you do your job right. PoI-685: I agree, trust is overrated. Bond: I just can't believe it. PoI-685: When you think about it really hard, they're all of them are the same, really. You just need to find out what they want, like I did you to you. You got to look in the future, Sammy, we are all trying to make things work here. So what about it? [Extends their hand towards Bond.] PoI-685: Partners? Bond: Fuck you. «END LOG» Site Director Samuel Bond is to assist in the longevity and success of this agreement. Footnotes 1. Due to the wide variety of Class I apparations and their independence from SCP-5685, they will not be given an SCP designation. 2. A.K.A. Douglas Samthems. Given PoI status after various paranormal crimes that involve several hostile encounters with GoI-06 ("Unusual Incidents Unit") through 1980 to 1984. 3. Shirts, signs, hats, mugs, etc. 4. Carrying various signs and shirts with PoI-685 face with the words "Fight the man" on them. 5. Starting on Friday at 12:00 am and ending on Sunday at 12:00 am. |
SCP-5686 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5686 Special Containment Procedures: Knowledge of SCP-5686 is to be kept from the public. Any schools of thought approaching the discovery of SCP-5686 are to be closely monitored. New discoveries of SCP-5686 are to be debased and their discoverers amnesticized. A file containing SCP-5686’s debut article is to be stored on any eligible researcher's devices. This article may be transferred via email attachments, but these emails must be permanently erased from the database within 48 hours, either manually or automatically. SCP-5686 is only to be internalized with approval. Description: SCP-5686 is an edible heuristic. SCP-5686 can be actualized through extended contemplation. While physically SCP-5686 occupies no space, nor contains any matter, it can be interacted with as a solid object of no discernible appearance. When in this state, SCP-5686 will disappear if it ceases to touch a human body. If ingested, subjects report a successful internalization of the method, and profess feeling capable of facing their fears. SCP-5686 ingestion has proven useful in treating chronic depression and anxiety disorders, as well as stress-related health issues. SCP-5686 is real if you want it to be. A heuristic is a process by which a human can "shortcut" their thinking, and thus create easier paths for problem solving. For example, the representativeness heuristic (debuting in Judgment Under Certainty: Heuristics & Biases by Amos Tversky and Daniel Kahneman, published in 1974) is the process by which the brain can assess what category an object might fit into based on its similarity to other objects in that group. SCP-5686 was first seen in a self-help magazine titled █████████ in 2002. The article introducing SCP-5686, written by A█████ D████ (PoI-5686), professed that SCP-5686 was "a necessary addition to the human mind — a shortcut to clarity in a cluttered world." It then called SCP-5686 the hope heuristic: a process by which the brain can assess what solution a fear might have based on the solutions to smaller, similar — and more familiar — problems. A█████ D████ claimed he knew that SCP-5686 was "unnatural", but could be easily learned and internalized. SCP-5686 is a method by which to feel calm. SCP-5686 fails to accommodate for edge-cases. There is no method by which to ingest SCP-5686 if the subject must be tube-fed nutrients, as it immediately disappears when not touching a human body. Similar complications to the digestive tracts of subjects have proven capable of negating SCP-5686’s calming effects. Nonetheless, before Foundation involvement, public response to SCP-5686 was overwhelmingly positive. A█████ D████ saw little criticism from public figures, and suffered only a few essay critiques from members of the psychological community, none of which gained traction. During the process of amnestic distribution and debasing claims of SCP-5686’s existence, it was found that a substantial number of SCP-5686’s most vocal supporters were incapable of ingesting SCP-5686 themselves. SCP-5686 is weightless. Though subjects claim to be able to feel and sometimes even see SCP-5686, it can not be measured. It has been found that subjects who know that SCP-5686 has no mass prior to ingestion may sometimes be incapable of experiencing its effects. If told after ingestion, subjects may feel empty. In rare cases, subjects may experience a violent reaction, often including vomiting and skin irritation. Those who successfully ingest SCP-5686 and are never made fully aware of SCP-5686’s properties usually experience genuine improvement of life circumstances through their own efforts. SCP-5686’s properties have so far been recorded to last as long as three decades (at which point the subject expired of heart failure). SCP-5686 only works on certain types of people. A█████ D████ was apprehended and questioned by the Foundation in 2003. When asked how he created SCP-5686, he instead said that he discovered it. A█████ D████ refused to elaborate on where. A█████ D████ confirmed that he had ingested SCP-5686, and experienced its beneficial properties. In an attempt to disinfect A█████ D████ before amnesticizing and releasing him, A█████ D████ was made aware of SCP-5686’s properties regarding weight, mass, and incompatibility. However, A█████ D████ did not report emptiness, nor did he experience a violent reaction. When asked how, A█████ D████ said that he was "aware of the difference between what is real and what is useful." SCP-5686 is a tool. Ingesting SCP-5686 is an exercise in ignorance and naivety. When subjects who had been enlightened to its properties were asked if they wished they hadn't been informed, 80% said no. The remaining 20% professed unease, and wished that there was a way they could go back to being "in the dark." So far, no such method has been uncovered. SCP-5686 is unreliable. SCP-5686, by its very nature, is incapable of helping those it is intended to help most. SCP-5686’s existence is fragile. SCP-5686 is worth examining, but is incapable of being examined. SCP-5686’s purpose is futile. SCP-5686 made me a promise. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5686" by DarkStuff, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5686. 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-5687 | keter | Artist's Rendering of SCP-5687. A lower level thaumaturgical energy has been observed to emanate from accurate renderings, though it does not display significant anomalous properties. Item #: SCP-5687 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5687-2 is to be staffed at all times by at least one Foundation agent taking on the role of "concierge". They are to provide information to SCP-5687-2 entrants via video presentation. Upon entry, all entrants to SCP-5687-2 will be presented with a choice of four objects: Handcuffs. Entrants who choose this will be brought to Secure Facility 32-C for containment. An identification keycard. Entrants who choose this will be taken to Site-33 for orientation and exams to determine their most fitting position as Foundation staff. A spyglass. Entrants who choose this will be turned over to GoI-59171 agents who will transport them to their final destination. A map. Entrants who choose this are to be instructed to open the map and speak the words: “main office.” No entrants are permitted to leave. Hostile entrants are to be restrained until they have made their formal choice. Failure of entrants to comply will result in the handcuffs as an automatic choice. The use of amnestics on entrants is strictly prohibited. See addendums below for logs of previous containment efforts. Description: SCP-5687 is an insignia of an eye flanked by two feathered wings. The insignia is roughly 30 cm in length and 10 cm in height. Text in Hebrew below the eye roughly translates to "Right and True". SCP-5687 is only visible to individuals who have been granted access to SCP-5687-2; those with access to SCP-5687-2 have been estimated to comprise approximately 5% of the population, almost all of these people being civilians with academic or investigative backgrounds. SCP-5687’s location varies, although it is consistently found on flat surfaces in locations with human activity. SCP-5687's method of relocation was initially unknown, however, after several attempts to contain it, it has been noted that SCP-5687-2A is responsible for its frequent movement. (See Addenda.) Entrants access SCP-5687-2 by cupping a hand over SCP-5687 or within 1 meter of it on the surface where it is located. SCP-5687 and its accompanying surface will then dissipate, revealing an entrance to SCP-5687-2. Once an entrance has been opened, any individual may enter, even if they were not able to perceive SCP-5687. Only thaumaturgically sensitive recording equipment is able to capture images of SCP-5687. SCP-5687-2 is a retail bodega arranged similarly to those commonly found on Earth. The products found in the bodega include, but are not limited to: Periodicals. Various food products, not all of which are intended for human consumption. Clothing themed after GoI-5917, the Wandsmen. Contents of the periodicals available within SCP-5687-2 range from the mundane, to information purporting to be from other dimensions, to highly classified information from the Foundation database. It is currently unknown how this information was obtained. Directly in the center of SCP-5687-2 is a magazine titled, ‘The Wandsmen’s Gazette’, which is held in a locked glass box reinforced with a wire frame and protected with currently unidentified runes. SCP-5687-2’s main retail lobby is managed by SCP-5687-2A. SCP-5687-2A is a bipedal avian creature with features similar to owls (Strigiformes). It stands at approximately 3 meters. SCP-5687-2A's wings have another pair of talons to mimic the usage of human hands. It theoretically is capable of flight, but this has not been observed directly. Discovery: SCP-5687 was discovered in Sunset River, Florida, when high quantities of Aspect radiation were detected leaking from dehydrated corpses. The bodies were all identified as civilians who had ties to human trafficking rings. CCTV Video footage recorded a male civilian, later identified as 16-year-old Johnny Davis, performing thaumaturgic rites on these victims. Davis is now designated PoI-5687. Addendum-5687: Dispatched Foundation Agents located and attempted to capture PoI-5687. PoI-5687 escaped via vanishing through the newly discovered SCP-5687. Video log added below. VIDEO LOG DATE: 4/28/2021 NOTE: Initial apprehension attempt. [BEGIN LOG] <Agents Richards and Peters sit in their car outside Sunset River Mall's food court at night, near closing.> Richards: I have a visual. <PoI-5687 is working at the nearby McDonalds, currently mopping.> Peters: Should be another…<He looks at his watch.> twenty minutes. <Twenty minutes pass and PoI-5687 clocks out and walks towards his car, near which Richards and Peters are currently parked.> Richards: Now. <Richards and Peters get out of their car and quickly approach PoI-5687.> Richards: Johnathan Davis? <PoI-5687 quickly turns around, surprised.> PoI-5687: Yes? A-and who are you guys? <Richards flashes a badge.> Richards: Officer Richards and Officer Peters. Come with us. PoI-5687: Whoa, whoa, whoa, am I under arrest?! Peters: Yes. Come with us. Now. <PoI-5687 turns, faces his car and pauses a moment. The front left tire has been locked by a car boot.> PoI-5687: <Whispers.> Shit! Richards: Just make it easy for us, son. It'll make it easy for you, too. <PoI-5687 immediately sprints past Richards and Peters, who give chase. He runs to the entrance and attempts to pry it open, failing. He notices Richards and Peters rapidly approaching and he runs left towards the employee entrance instead. Richards and Peters turn around the corner and see PoI-5687 open a half-rotting cardboard box and jump inside, disappearing in a bright flash of light.> Peters: What the fuck? Richards: Ho-ly jesus. I was…not expecting that. Peters: Alright, so, fun fact; kid's not a reality bender. Richards: But he's still a problem. Peters: I'll call Command. [END LOG] Initial Investigation notes: Initial examination of SCP-5687 showed it had a very distinctive thaumaturgic signature typically associated with GOI-5917. However, when the box was transported to Site-33 for further examination by Foundation Researchers, the marking on the box vanished, and no Aspect radiation could be found on it. SCP-5687 was detected two days later on a brick wall inside a shopping center in southern Milwaukee. Field Agents secured the area, Researcher Barnum from Site-33 was assigned as head of the investigation. He found no records of any thaumaturgical working associated with the Symbol. Subject D-2348 was told to touch SCP-5687 and report his findings. No changes were observed. Researcher Barnum then attempted to examine the symbol using a simple thaumaturgic ritual. However as he touched the symbol to begin the ritual, SCP-5687 reformed itself into a stone doorway which promptly opened to a darkened stairway leading down. Addendum-5687-2: VIDEO LOG DATE: 5/21/2021 NOTE: Investigation conducted via reconnaissance drone. [BEGIN LOG] <The drone hovers slowly down the stairs, panning back and forth as it travels. Night vision camera reveals several rows of bookshelves, with many of the titles written in unknown languages.> <Upon reaching the bottom step, its propellers cease functioning due to an electrical short.> <Camera continues to record a large pair of talons slowly walking towards it.> Unknown Entity: Why don't you just come down and have a chat? [END LOG] Addendum-5687-3: After the initial failure of Drone Reconnisance, Researcher Barnum requested an exploration of the structure by Mobile Task Forces. VIDEO LOG DATE: 5/22/2021 NOTE: Investigation conducted by MTF Sigma-2 ("Corn Watchers"). VIDEO SOURCE: Lead Agent Singh's helmet camera. [BEGIN LOG] Singh: Alright team, as this is an Indoor op, we'll be joined by- Agent Wells: Woo! The Falcon is flying again! Agent Grant: It's good to have you back old man. Agent Singh: Yes, yes, we're all glad Agent Briggs2 is back on field duty. Agent Briggs, can you brief us on GOI-5917? Agent Briggs: Yes ma'am, I reckon most of you know the look of what kinds of creatures we're expecting to encounter. <Agent Briggs is seen gesturing to himself.> Agent Briggs: From a combat standpoint, they're tough to take down. They can also fly, and generally they're capable of thaumaturgical workings. However, the only time GOI-5917 attacked us directly was during a failed prison break of SCP-5946, and no casualties were reported from the encounter. <Agent Briggs is seen scratching at the back of his elongated neck with his talons.> Agent Briggs: It sounds like these… people just want to have a conversation with us. Don't shoot unless you need to, but I would definitely keep your guard up. Agent Singh: Sound advice. Agent Briggs will be taking point. We don't know how electronics are going to be affected down there so everyone has been issued chemical lighting as well. Form up! < An exploration team consisting of Agents Singh, Grant, Briggs and Wells forms up at the door.> <Agent Briggs opens the stone door and turns on his head lamp.> <The team proceeds to advance. The space is lit now and appears to be a large convenience store with an unusually large book and periodical section. Sitting behind a folding table set up in the middle of the store is a large avian creature3 designated SCP-5687-2A. The creature gestures to chairs at the other side of the table.> SCP-5687-2A: I would offer you all tea, but I know you wouldn't drink it… Are the guns really necessary? Agent Singh: We have reason to believe you're harboring someone who has killed three people, so yes. SCP-5687-2A: I would hardly call those book burning slavers "people", but fair enough. <It rotates its head to Agent Briggs> SCP-5687-2A: You must be the 4th Wandsman of Earth. I don't suppose you've reconsidered our offer? <Agent Briggs tenses.> Agent Briggs. I told that Arbiter of yours and now I'm telling you. My family is here. SCP-5687-2A: Really? Was that poor soul you had test out the doorbell "family" too? You know she hardly deserved the death penalty in my opinion, not that anyone really does. Her husband was beating her, of course she'd fight back. And then the judge just wanted to look tough on cri-. Agent Singh: Enough! What is the purpose of this facility, and where is our murder suspect? SCP-5687-2A: This "facility" as you call it is meant to provide, in exchange for a small modicum of gossip, all of the information that your organization has decided to restrict from the public. We are journalists after all. Agent Singh: … So you've been handing out classified information? SCP-5687-2A: I have been teaching that which is vital to allow the citizens of your planet to defend themselves. There are large numbers of "anomalous" predators surrounding them that render them utterly powerless. It seems necessary for us to assist them, as your organization has not had a history of reliable protection. Agent Briggs: I don't think blood sacrifices are protecting anyone. SCP-5687-2A Your "family" strongly disagrees 4th, ask them about the Stag someti- <Johnny Davis enters swiftly from a room in the back of the sales floor.> Johnny: Miss 14th! Mom is-. <All MTF agents immediately raise their weapons at the 16 year old.> <Johnny immediately puts his hands behind his head.> Johnny: Please… Just let me help her. <SCP-5687-2A enters the frame once more, sprinting to the back room with a large tome in its claws.> <Agent Singh starts chasing after it.> Agent Singh: Briggs, with me! Grant, secure the ki- <Agent Singh opens the back door to reveal SCP-5687-2A playing a soft song on a set of panpipes, apparently reading the music out of the book she was carrying.> <It appears to be playing the song for a convulsing woman in a hospital bed. The soft beep of a heart monitor is heard slowly reducing in frequency as the woman slowly comes to rest.> <SCP-5687-2A stops playing and lifts the woman’s hospital gown, revealing that her leg shows serious signs of bruising and is covered in large lumps.> SCP-5687-2A: Blast it all, they should have stayed put for longer… Agent Briggs: What… What’s happening to her? <SCP-5687-2A shakes its head.> SCP-5687-2A: Johnny bought his mother some life, but these rats are far too hungry. Agent Singh: … We’re taking you, the boy, and this woman into custody. <SCP-5687-2A glares at her.> SCP-5687-2A: You know, I rather think I've wasted enough hospitality on you monsters. Good day. <SCP-5687-2A claps its talons together.> <After .3 seconds of static, the video feed returns, showing the team back in the secured shopping center. The doorway has vanished.> [END LOG] Addendum-5687-4: VIDEO LOG DATE: 4/24/2021 NOTE: A member of GoI-5917 appeared in Site-33 Director Nakamura's office and requested an impromptu negotiation, identifying itself under the title, "Fourth Wandswoman of Chelon." The entity appears to have utilized an instance of SCP-5917 in order to evade security. [BEGIN LOG] <Fourth Wandswoman of Chelon appears in Nakamura's office, an unfurled map in its claws. It rolls it up and slips it inside a coat pocket.> Wandswoman: Hello, Director. How do you do? <It tips its bowler hat and curtsies.> Nakamura: …So you basically do the anomalous equivalent of breaking and entering and then take the time to act proper? Wandswoman: <Chuckles.> It's not like I expected to be let in through the front door. Anywho, I'll make this brief, Director. There are a lot of tensions between our two factions and I'd like to broker a peace deal. Nakamura: You're actively disseminating dangerous knowledge to the general populace and you turned one of my men into…one of you. I'm not sure how you think you can get any leverage with me. Wandswoman: Director, please— Nakamura: And you're giving a high schooler the power to siphon life force and put it in someone else. Wandswoman: That poor boy's mother is dying! It's not a human disease either. Really, we're the best doctors he's got. Look, I know we're not on a first name basis, but I know you at least have a heart, unlike most people who work here. Nakamura: Hm. I care, but it doesn't give me or you the right to give some kid anomalous items. But I know you're not here to talk about that. What do you want? Wandswoman: Look Director… I know that interactions between our two factions haven't been the best. I'm here to offer a diplomatic solution to our problems. The last thing either of us want is to spill more blood from either your personnel or my siblings. I know of a peaceful conclusion we can reach. Nakamura: …I'm listening. Wandswoman: Alright. You and I technically are on the same side— Nakamura: Doing everything you can to shatter the Veil hardly aligns with our goal. But continue. Wandswoman: Our methods may be different, but in the end, we both serve to preserve knowledge. Nakamura: No. You gather knowledge and sell it. Wandswoman: We're not Marshall, Carter, and Dark, Director. The only profit we want from this is simply more knowledge. Nakamura: Well, you have knowledge. Keep it to yourself. The Veil stays. Wandswoman: Actually, about that. <It pulls out a seat and gestures.> May I? <Nakamura nods; the wandswoman sits down.> Wandswoman: The Veil…you do know that maintaining it is pointless, right? You already receive countless warning signs on a daily basis. Containment breaches, new anomalies being found everyday, more of that knowledge-deleting toxic poison you force people to breath in just because they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Nakamura: Mistakes happen. We cover them up. Whatever hole appears in the Veil, we patch it. Wandswoman: But they don't stay patched forever. That Veil is going to shatter soon. Far sooner than you think. Nakamura: …What aren't you telling me? Wandswoman: This is the closest I've ever come to begging. <It reaches over slowly and puts a 'hand' over Nakamura's.> Listen to me. We have a lot of common enemies. Far, far more than you think. <It leans forward and whispers.> I really don't want us to antagonize each other. We really are on each other's side, despite the differing idealogies. Nakamura: <Slowly moves hand away from the wandswoman's talons.> What's your proposal, then? Wandswoman: You don't care about people knowing things, as long as they don't know them 'here.' We don't care about where people know things, as long as they know things. We can make a compromise. Nakamura: And that would be? Wandswoman: People find our shop, we take them away. They can join us or we can put them somewhere on an alien planet where an arbitrary Veil doesn't exist. You make people disappear all the time, so this really is no different. Nakamura: If the Veil shatters— Wandswoman: When, Director. Nakamura: If it happens, you'll bring these people back, right? Wandswoman: Of course. Nakamura: Very well. I'll need to discuss this proposal with the O5 Council. Admittedly, I'm more intrigued than I thought I would be. <Nakamura gets up. The wandswoman does so as well.> Wandswoman: Thank you, Director. <It holds out a claw, presumably for a 'handshake'.> Nakamura: Don't thank me. Just because we reached an agreement now doesn't mean we won't be enemies later. Wandswoman: <It slowly lowers its hand and looks down at the ground.> I…know earning your trust won't be an easy feat, but this is a good start. That's worth something. Nakamura: Perhaps. <The wandswoman takes its map out of its pocket and unfurls it.> Wandswoman: Good day, Director. <It vanishes.> [END LOG] Addendum-5687-5: VIDEO LOG DATE: 5/25/2021 NOTE: Anomalous Ritual Conducted by GoI-5917, aided by Foundation assets VIDEO SOURCE: The following recording was generated by what SCP-5687-2A described as “A Ritual of Choice”. The recording seems to show the ritual from the perspective of Latisha Davis, with viewers somehow "knowing" what she is feeling. It does not appear possible to record a transcript of this ritual without her perspective. Currently no available method has been found that is able to disentangle this perspective from any audio, video, or written account of these events. The reason for these anomalous attributes is currently under investigation. However, the transcript’s anomalous properties have been deemed safe by Foundation thaumaturgists. [BEGIN LOG] <You wake up. You are in terrible pain, but you feel more lucid than you have in a long time.> Latisha: Wha… Where? Oh… god… <You spot a giant owl in a pantsuit at the bottom of the bed. You try to cry out, but your throat is too sore.> <The giant owl notices you stirring, its head swiveling around to face you just like in videos. It reaches out and holds a covered cup with a straw to your face.> <You scrabble back, or try to… the pain is excruciating…> Owl Monster: Try not to move if you can help it, you're still not well. Please, I swear on my name, it’s just water. You are as safe here as you can be anywhere. <It’s amazing how much madness you’re willing to accept when you know you’re about to die. You suck on the straw. The owl wasn’t lying.> <You drink your fill. Your throat is still sore, but much better than before.> Latisha: Thank you… Where am I? Wha- who are you? Owl: I suppose I must look strange given how long you’ve lived in the dark. I’m the Fourteenth Wandswoman of the planet Tell. My name is…Frasia. You’ve earned it. And the Foundation is bound to figure it out eventually anyway. <You have so many questions, but for some reason you just say the first thing that pops in your head> Latisha: Frasia… That’s pretty. <You swear, you see the owl smile.> Frasia: I can see why Johnny’s so devoted to you. <Johnny! How had you forgotten? A hundred questions start pouring out of your mouth.> Latisha: Where is he? Is he alright? Can I see- <You start coughing. Frasia offers you the water again, but you bat it away with your face. It makes your head swim, but you don’t care.> Latisha: Frasia! Where is Johnny!? <Frasia puts the cup down and pulls back a curtain beside you. You're overcome with relief. There you see Johnny, lying down on a couch with his earbuds in. He's grown so much, but he always looks so small when he's asleep.> Frasia: He tired himself out. <Frasia picks up a blanket off a nearby table scattered with supplies and gently drapes it over your baby.> Frasia: Fear not, he's never far. <Oh god, you’re a terrible mother… You should be the one taking care of him, not… but you’ve just been so tired and it hurts so much…> Latisha: Why are we here? What’s going on? Frasia: Johnny found me and asked for my help treating your illness. He’s been staying with me for some time while I’ve healed you… I’m not a doctor, exactly, but I know a lot. And I fear you would have lost your life several times over if he hadn’t brought you to me. <Frasia looks away for a moment.> Frasia: I can’t take credit for waking you up though. I have some… “acquaintances” who are quite skilled with painkillers and stimulants. They have some experience with making people in your situation more… lucid. At least for a time. <Your head swims. This is a lot to process for a lot of reasons.> Latisha: How much time do I have? Frasia: Enough to make a decision. I’m afraid your time living in the mundane world you knew is over, but you need not stay in it. <Frasia waves a hand and suddenly you see an office filled with people all examining some sort of strange, tentacled dog creature together and making notes.> Frasia: Your first option is to join the SCP Foundation. They’re a group that seeks to protect the Earth from things that would try to destroy it. They are…complicated, but as strongly as I disagree with some of their methods, they genuinely want to help. They have enough technology to keep you alive for some time, though I can’t say how long. <You think about that. This definitely isn't the first time you've seen something you couldn't explain. And you know what’s in your legs isn’t normal. None of the doctors knew what to make of it… If these were the Men in Black, were they your best shot at living long enough to see your son graduate?> Latisha: You said I had other options? <Frasia nods, she spreads her wings once more and the image of a strange massive tree covered in large, but not so scary looking lizards appears in your mind. They’re moving crates up and down the tree, and talking to some people in a large hollow lined with stone.> Frasia: You second option is to become a colonist on another planet. The sapient beings there would have technology that could aid in healing you, but I admit it’s a frontier world. If you were healthy I would reccommend it as a wonderful adventure, but as you are… Latisha: I get it… It sounds nice for some folk, but I don’t think it’s for me. What’s next? <The image fades and Frasia Weaves you a new one. You see yourself strapped to a table, with furious notes being taken. You see the doctors around you monitoring your vitals and dissecting the rat things they take out of you.> Frasia: This one is like the first option, but with you having considerably less freedom. Rather than joining the Foundation, you become one of the things it contains. It means they would likely devote more energy to studying your illness though, it may even increase your chance for a cure, but I wouldn’t count on having much… agency under their care. <You get a sinking feeling in your gut. Had Frasia put the only good option at the start?> Latisha: Is there any other option? Frasia: Yes… Though I don’t want to minimize the price of it. <The image in your mind fades once more and you see yourself standing in a massive library filled with bird creatures like Frasia. You feel a strange sense of family and purpose to the place… but it has the strangest undertone of doubt.> Frasia: Your final option, and this is the option that gives you the best chance of survival by far, is to become one of us. The Wandsmen are a team of interdimensional reporters that seek to preserve knowledge and life. Your body will be strengthened greatly and the parasites inside you will flee from it… But you won’t be human anymore. <Frasia looks… strangely defeated.> Frasia: I know it sounds silly, worrying about what you see in the mirror when dimensions are crumbling around you, but… You have to rebuild your sense of self after something like that, even though your mind doesn’t change. It’s not pleasant. <You grit your teeth. There’s really only one answer here.> Latisha: How do I become like you? <Frasia looks at you, surprised.> Frasia: Latisha, are you sur- Latisha: Frasia, I’ve got a kid to look after. If this is my best chance to stick around to protect him, then I have to take it. <Frasia seems to consider this… She nods. She reached behind her and hands you some sort of… Scroll?> Frasia: If you’re sure about this, then all you need to do is open the scroll and speak the words “Main Office”. That will start the process, though you’ll need to travel the roads a bit more to finish it. <You look at the roll of paper in front of you. It feels old, and heavy in your hand. You know this whole thing is crazy, but you don’t know what else to try…> Latisha: Will it hurt? <Frasia looks down. She nods.> <You take in a deep breath that strains your damaged lungs and let out a long sigh.> Latisha: Well… Guess I gotta take my shots. <Frasia remains silent.> Latisha:… Main Office. End log Footnotes 1. A group of interdimensional reporters referring to themselves as "The Wandsmen". Their core motives and objectives remain unclear. Notably all members undergo transformation into anomalous avian entities. 2. Agent Briggs had previously undergone a transformation into a vulture like creature during a search and rescue operation. See SCP-5917 logs for details. 3. The creature is similar in size and stature to Agent Briggs, though it resembles a member of the Strigiformes order. |
SCP-5688 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5688 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5688 is to be stored in a sealed containment unit located at Site-22, and kept under surveillance at all times. All reality destabilization events which occur within this containment unit are to be logged for future analysis. In the event that maintenance of this containment chamber is required, SCP-5688 is to be removed from the unit prior to personnel entering. All research proposals involving SCP-5688 must be authorized by Dr. Henrik before being enacted. Description: SCP-5688 is a giant human hand, three meters in height and one meter in width, which was unearthed by Foundation personnel during scheduled underground expansion of Site-22. The area around SCP-5688 is subject to extreme and sudden destabilization of reality, with no known indicators preceding these events. It is currently unknown how Site-22 escaped being affected by these reality destabilization events prior to SCP-5688's discovery. Periodically, SCP-5688 will twitch and spasm. This behaviour does not appear to correspond to any specific stimuli. Addendum 5688-1 (Testing Log): The following is a record of specific tests undertaken in order to measure the specific forms that reality destabilization events surrounding SCP-5688 take. A full record of all tests is not available upon request from the Site-22 archive. Test 5688-1 Testing Personnel: D-94911 Stimuli: D-94911 is instructed to shine a flashlight on SCP-5688 in order to measure its effects on light. Result: No result when flashlight is shone upon SCP-5688. However, when it is subsequently shone upon the far wall of the containment chamber, a shadow resembling a spiral is briefly visible. Test 5688-2 Testing Personnel: D-49264 Stimuli: D-49264 is ordered to make physical contact with SCP-5688. Result: D-49264's left hand (which was not making physical contact with SCP-5688) shrinks rapidly until it is no longer visible. Once removed from the vicinity of SCP-5688, the hand returns to its normal size. Test 5688-3 Testing Personnel: D-99134 Stimuli: D-99134 is ordered to strike SCP-5688 with a sledgehammer. Result: D-99134 strikes SCP-5688 with a sledgehammer with no visible result. Two days later, D-99134 is found dead in his sleeping quarters with his tongue twisted into a spiral shape. Security recordings show no unusual phenomena during the night. Test 5688-4 Testing Personnel: D-22131 Stimuli: D-22131 is ordered to fire upon SCP-5688 with a handgun. Result: D-22131 fires upon SCP-5688. Alarmed by the sudden gunshot, D-22131 returns fire and shoots D-22131 in the stomach, causing severe injuries that result in their death shortly afterwards. D-22131 is safely retrieved from the containment chamber and treated for shock. Text 5688-5 Testing Personnel: D-591134 Stimuli: D-591134 is ordered to wash the blood off of SCP-5688 using a hose. Result: Upon the water making contact with SCP-5688, D-591134 violently explodes, showering the containment chamber and SCP-5688 with blood and viscera. Text 5688-6 Testing Personnel: D-591134 Stimuli: D-591134 is ordered to wash the blood off of SCP-5688 using a hose. Result: Nothing happens, and continues happening. Addendum 5688-2 (Interview Log) The following is a record of Dr. Henrik's attempt to ascertain whether SCP-5688 possesses any form of sapience - and if so, what level of control it has over the reality destabilization events that occur in its vicinity. Interviewer: Dr. Henrik Interviewee: SCP-5688 <Begin Log> (Dr. Henrik simply steps over it and enters SCP-5688's containment chamber, remaining at a safe distance. He begins reading from a list of questions.) Dr. Henrik: Hello. Can you understand me? (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: Are you aware of where you are right now? Please, uh, twitch once for yes. (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: Do you know who I am? (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: Can you hear me? (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: (sighs) This is pointless. What level of control, if any - (SCP-5688 twitches.) Dr. Henrik: (loudly) Hello? Are you there? (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: Damn it. (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: Well, uh, that's all she wrote, I suppose. We're done here. (Dr. Henrik turns and leaves the containment chamber.) <End Log> (Dr. Henrik enters the observation chamber, breathing deeply and rubbing his temples. His coworker, Junior Researcher Darnell, looks up at him sympathetically from his seat.) Junior Researcher Darnell: Well, it was always a long-shot, sir. Dr. Henrik: I know, I know - it's just that I thought we had something there, when it twitched, you know? Junior Researcher Darnell: With all due respect, Doctor, it does that all the time. I don't think we should read that much into it. Anyway, you're done for the day? Dr. Henrik: (yawns) What? No. We've got plenty more work to get done today. Junior Researcher Darnell: (laughs) The thing is, sir, I've just received a message from the Site Director. I've been ordered to order you to go home and get some rest. (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: Well, I suppose if it's an order. Junior Research Darnell: Grab some shut-eye before you end up collapsing, Doc. Dr. Henrik: Yeah, yeah. Guess I'm clocking off then. (Dr. Henrik walks to the observation chamber exit. Normally, this door is locked, but it's okay: Dr. Henrik has a key-card with access. He swipes it and leaves the room, entering the hallway outside. He begins walking towards the main entrance, passing Dr. Carè as he goes. Dr. Carè smiles at him.) (Dr. Henrik enters the main entrance chamber and approaches the security desk.) Security Officer Graham: (sat at reception desk) Heading out, sir? Dr. Henrik: Apparently. Security Officer Graham: (laughs) Man, I hear that. (Security Officer Graham presses the spiral key on his keyboard and the main door unlocks.) Security Officer Graham: Signed you out, sir. Drive safe, okay? (Dr. Henrik steps out of the main entrance of Site-22 and blinks blearily, rubbing his hands together as a result of the unexpected cold. It's midnight out in the desert, with the moon shining in the sky like a spiral.) (This man approaches his car. Normally, it would be locked, but that's okay: he has his car keys. He unlocks the car door and flops down in the front seat. He doesn't notice what's in the back.) (Dr. Henrik starts the car and begins driving home to his house. It's a long drive - it looks like the white sand of the desert stretches on forever. He doesn't notice what's in the back.) (He passes a billboard advertising a local small claims lawyer. You've seen that kind of advertisement before, haven't you? The lawyer's name is Mr. Carson, and his eyes are like spirals as he follows the car's progress down the highway.) Dr. Henrik: (That man's car hits a bump in the road.) Shit. (The headlights of the car twist outwards like a spiral, illuminating Dr. Henrik's house. The white sand of the desert seems to stretch on forever, and there's nothing else. The house is three stories tall, and the lights are on.) (Dr. Henrik gets out of the car and tightens his coat around himself. It's so cold.) (He knocks on the front door of his house. A woman, Dr. Henrik's Wife, answers the door. Her facial features are circumvoluted.) Dr Henrik: Hello. Can I come in? Dr. Henrik's Wife: (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: Can you understand me? Dr. Henrik's Wife: (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: Do you … do you know who I am? Dr. Henrik's Wife: (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: (sighs) This is pointless. Please, can I - (Dr. Henrik's Wife slams the door shut.) (Dr. Henrik unlocks the front door and walks into his house, yawning and stretching. He doesn't notice what's in the back.) Dr. Henrik: (laughing, but a bit nervously, like when you don't want to admit you're unsettled) Mary, you won't believe the kind of day I've had today. (Mary has left the television on. The film Revolutions is on.) Dr. Henrik: (annoyed) Ah, Jesus. (Dr. Henrik turns the television off and begins climbing up the stairs towards the bedroom.) Dr. Henrik: Mary, you left the TV on again! Electricity doesn't pay for itself, you know! (Dr. Henrik opens the door of his daughter Mary's bedroom. When he sees that she is fast asleep, he can't bring himself to wake her up to tell her off. He quietly closes the door again. He doesn't notice what's in the back.) (Dr. Henrik rubs his eyes.) Dr. Henrik: (quietly) No rest for the wicked. (He walks to his bedroom and opens the door. He takes off his clothes and gets into his single bed. He turns out the lights.) (He doesn't notice I am in the back.) (I step out of the back. My limbs twist like a spiral and my head tolls like a pendulum. I slowly approach Dr. Henrik's bed, where he is gently sleeping. His eyes are closed. I raise up a counter-clockwise fist. I gurgle.) (Dr. Henrik opens his eyes.) Dr. Henrik: (shouts) (I bring down my fist on Dr. Henrik's head as he tries to jump out of bed. The first blow disorients him, and he collapses to the floor as blood drips from the small crater in his skull. As a result, he can't do much about the second or third blows, which leave him face down on his favourite carpet, which rapidly undergoes a change in colouration. Now he is gurgling too.) (Little Mary does not wake up.) (I clumsily pull back Dr. Henrik's sleeve, revealing his long, thin arm and beautiful, soft hand. Normally, this would be attached to his body, but that's okay: I have a handsaw.) (Once I've successfully retrieved the object in question, making my way down the stairs to my backyard. I tread softly so I don't wake up little Mary, who's sleeping so softly.) (It's cold outside, and the moon is shining in the sky like a spiral.) (I find what I'm looking for: a nest of ants is expanding its nest, white-coated drones and faceless queens hard at work.) (Sneakily, stealthily, I bury my prize underneath their nest. I am a giver of gifts. A generous thing. Once they find it, one of the ants begins to approach it. A stray drop of blood makes the approach towards the hand somewhat difficult, however, but that's no problem at all.) (Dr. Henrik simply steps over it and enters SCP-5688's containment chamber, remaining at a safe distance. He begins reading from a list of questions.) <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5688" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5688. 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-5689 | euclid | SCP-5689: Act V: Him, His Devil, and Confessional ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-5689. Item Number: 5689 Object Class/Clearance: Euclid/Four Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5689 is to be cordoned off and removed from local route guidance systems and maps. References to SCP-5689 are to be scrubbed from all media. Two guards are to be posted outside SCP-5689 at all times, and maintenance is regularly performed to ensure the stability of the SEA-CM1 at all times. The SEA-CM is to remain powered up at all times, with regular repairs and system updates. In the event of a SEA-CM overheat, first priority is to ensure there is nothing that exits SCP-5689. Use of any-means-necessary operations are authorized for this purpose. Description: SCP-5689 is a former farmhouse in unincorporated Edmonton, Canada. Intensive searches led to a lack of any identification of an owner, thus making it likely to have been abandoned for a considerable amount of time. SCP-5689's structure mainly consists of rotting wood and rusting metal. The road to the farmhouse shows similar signs of neglect, containing many potholes and ditches. The front door displays a placard that is mostly scratched out. On the placard, a section reading "Of Abnor" is the only legible portion remaining. In an approximately 20 meter radius around SCP-5689, no plant life is capable of growing; weeds, old-growth trees, and other types have all died of an unknown blight shortly after being replanted near the farmhouse. Remaining within this radius causes stomach issues such as nausea and indigestion. Reports have stated such effects compound in severity the closer a subject is to the fourth room of SCP-5689. The farmhouse contains five rooms, of which four are accessible. No item inside any room is capable of leaving SCP-5689 via physical means. The first has an extensive pulley and pipe system connected to a large machine which bears resemblance to a blender. Touching the blade of the machine triggers visual and auditory hallucinations, reported by subjects to be similar to the following transcript. [Nothing can be seen. The entire room is entirely black.] Unknown Voice: Fuck this. I can't handle it anymore. [Sounds of paper flapping and metal striking wood can be heard.] Unknown Voice 2: We did it. [Subjects' view is replaced with a grainy, black-and-white view of the room, which appears frozen in time. A figure can be seen standing over a number of papers flying off a desk. Another is in the doorway, holding a large tube with an unknown liquid in its hand.] A microscope is present on a desk near the blender. The view from its lenses is heavily clouded, and snow has entered through a small hole in the roof. The second has a large network of pipes set into the walls. These connect various rooms in the house, only to meet at a central hub set up with a computer terminal on a desk. No other furniture is in the room. Faded papers and canine bones are laid haphazardly around, implying they were tossed or thrown. Upon touching the terminal for the first time, subjects will experience visual and auditory hallucinations of the following transcript, before returning to normal. [Only darkness can be seen. A clink can be heard, followed by a sip of an unknown liquid.] Unknown Voice: We lost another. Unknown Voice 2: Another? How many is that? Unknown Voice: Seventy-eight now. Unknown Voice 2: It's not fair. No one's going to know. Unknown Voice: But that's how it has to be. We'll keep trying until it's perfect. Everyone will be so much better with him. [The darkness dissipates, replaced with a grainy and blurry filter, entirely in black and white, preventing detailed viewing of the hallucination, which has stopped moving. Two faded, humanoid figures can be seen sitting on unseen chairs near the terminal, which is idling on a log-in screen. One holds a bottle in its hand.] The keyboard of the terminal appears recently used, due to a lack of dust and cobwebs compared to the rest of the room. Many keys are missing or broken. Barks and whimpers of dogs can be heard throughout the room, which increase in volume when the remains are touched. The third has innumerable masses of faded, orange-black slime strewn about the walls and floor of the room, which smells of rotting meat. Two desks are the only furniture in the room. Each has a series of small, sealed, and translucent tubes filled with a similar slime, which attempts to avoid touch when the glass is tapped or held. This slime slightly lessens the emotional effects of the farmhouse itself. Each tube is connected to a large pipe system, which connects to the large machine in the previous room. A number of children's toys are on the floor; they are soiled. A wooden train track set, arranged in a long and winding loop, is on the floor, with arrows crudely carved into it. Slime follows the trail of arrows around the track. The fourth is inaccessible. Touching the rusted, dented door produces an intense smell of rotting meat and rusted metal. Putting an ear to the door produces the sounds of a faint ticking, running water, wet thumps, screams, and hushed sobs. A prototype SEA-CM system is attached to the door. A small label is affixed to it, reading "NE_ATI_E SINK." The fifth consists of a small entrance to an attic. The latch, chains, and opening mechanisms are made out of beryllium bronze, and are forced shut due to a congealed slime similar to that in the third room. Moving closer to the attic causes conflicting feelings of dread, anxiety, fear, and anger in subjects. Attempting to open the latch leads to loud, guttural gurgling noises to be produced from the ceiling. Worm-like, reptilian masses of slime with pseudopod-like limbs will then seep from cracks in the ceiling. These fall to the floor, splitting and recombining in an amoeboid fashion. The masses frequently attempt to separate themselves from their limbs, and hiss and recoil from human touch. Eventually, these masses either tear themselves apart, or are eaten by local insects following a series of struggles. Both outcomes result in death of the masses. No mass has survived longer than 30 minutes. Reports of a smokelike, serpentine creature have been filed, though no sightings have been confirmed. Footnotes 1. Subdual of Emotional Anomaly Control Matrix |
SCP-5690 | safe | ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5690 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Entrance to SCP-5690. Special Containment Procedures: Due to its location inside SCP-4661, SCP-5690 is under the jurisdiction of Site-666. As outlined in the Covenant1 between the Foundation and SCP-5690-B, the Foundation will prevent local authorities from disturbing SCP-5690's operation. In exchange, SCP-5690-B will remain inside the city limits and provide transparency into its business practices. Description: SCP-5690 is a brothel located in the city of Las Vegas. SCP-5690 is staffed almost entirely by Ardor-class demonic entities, characterized by a specialty toward the third Cardinal Vice, lust. SCP-5690 currently employs 16 Ardor-class entities. Customers, generally unaware of the anomalous nature of the business, provide payment in exchange for the entities performing sexual acts on them. The entities' benefit from this is twofold; in addition to payment to sustain the business, Ardor-class demons are sustained by the Tartarean Resonance Energy produced when they engage in intercourse with a mortal. SCP-5690 was accidentally discovered in March of 1993 by Agent Clark Adams, who was part of the initial wave of personnel transferred to the newly-constructed Site-666. SCP-5690-B is the owner and proprietor of SCP-5690. Addendum 5690.1 INTERVIEW LOG — AGENT CLARK ADAMS ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ INTERVIEWER: Agent Alice Sterling SUBJECT: Agent Clark Adams «BEGIN LOG» STERLING: What the fuck, Clark. ADAMS: No, look, I can explain- STERLING: What were you doing in a brothel? ADAMS: I mean, there's only like two things to do in a brothel. STERLING: And both are illegal! I don't care what you do on your leisure time, but like- ADAMS: Look, can we focus on the anomaly? [STERLING sighs.] STERLING: Yes, alright. Let's hear it, from the start. ADAMS: Well, I'd just finished following up on a couple of reports, you know how it is, and I decided to explore the city, get a feel for the place. A couple of the boys, not naming names, had mentioned this one place to me, real fancy, high-class place where you could find a, uh, companion, for the night. So that night I was feeling particularly frisky. You know what they say, the hog wants what it wants. STERLING: Is this really necessary? ADAMS: I'm just trying to give you a feel for the story, boss. So anyway, I goes to the place, right, and it's this dinky little hole-in-the-wall building, and that's when I noticed the red lights inside the glass and I think to myself, those motherfuckers sent me to a brothel. They really put one over on me, and I had half a mind to go back and give 'em a piece of my mind, sending me off to an illegal esta- STERLING: You already told me that you knew it was a brothel, Clark. ADAMS: … Right, yes, I did. STERLING: Just get on with it. ADAMS: Well, I went inside, and then I noticed the little doohickey [ADAMS points to the TRE Counter on the table] started beeping its little head off. I'd forgotten to take it out of my bag after my shift, and now it was ruining my evening. STERLING: Then I assume you left the premises and alerted base. ADAMS: Er, no. Well, I-I thought about doing that, but figured it'd look real bad if it was a false alarm or something, and I was already there anyway, I might as well investigate some by myself before calling in the cavalry. STERLING: Uh huh. ADAMS: So anyway, the lady at the little desk at the lobby asked me whether I was looking for some fun for the night. I says yes, and she tells me their prices. I paid up, can't put a price on containment- STERLING: With your own money? ADAMS: Of course. STERLING: Then why was there a withdrawal last night of $70 in your name? ADAMS: Uh, gas money? Anyway, I got sent on up the stairs to one of the rooms. I went in, real tasteful place, well-decorated, and flopped out down on the bed. To set up an ambush. STERLING: Naked, according to your report. ADAMS: Yes, boss. When in Rome… [STERLING shakes her head before motioning for him to continue.] ADAMS: Well, a couple minutes later, this woman opens the door and comes through. Nice-looking girl, dressed in some fine evening-wear. I was real distracted, which is why I didn't notice the horns until we were on the bed. STERLING: Good god. ADAMS: Look, boss, I paid out my nose for that, I'm gonna get my money's worth. And good GOLLY, was it worth the money. I tell you, that was, by far, the most- STERLING: I really don't need to hear this, Clark. ADAMS: Right, yes. Well, when we were done, I figured between the sensor going ape and the horns on the gal, I had found me a demon hotspot. STERLING: So that's when you headed back to base to report it. We'll send in a team to st- ADAMS: Er, no. That was when I went back in for round two. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5690.2 EXPLORATION LOG — SCP-5690 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ MEMBERS: Agent Alice Sterling Agent Clark Adams Two members of MTF Ω-33 "Ocean's Three-hundred". «BEGIN LOG» [Task force enters building.] STERLING: Yep, it's a brothel. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5690.3 INTERVIEW LOG — SCP-5690-B ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ INTERVIEWERS: Agent Alice Sterling, Agent Clark Adams SUBJECT: SCP-5690-B «BEGIN LOG» ADAMS: Hello, ma'am. SCP-5690-B: Please leave. STERLING: We just have a few questions, miss. We're from the precin- SCP-5690-B: How dumb do I look? You're Foundation, you have the goddamn logo on your patch. [ADAMS adjusts his patch, coughing.] STERLING: … Right, yes, of course. You're familiar with us? SCP-5690-B: Everyone of note in Undervegas knows who you are. You can't really topple a demon kingpin without making waves, love. STERLING: Well then, would you mind answering some of our questions? SCP-5690-B: Yes. STERLING: Why's that? SCP-5690-B: I don't work for free, darling. [SCP-5690-B hands a small flyer to STERLING.] STERLING: … Seriously? SCP-5690-B: A girl's gotta work. STERLING: $70 for an hour? I don't - is that cheap? ADAMS: Oh, yeah boss, that's a whole deal and a half. Generous discount. A real bargai- STERLING: How many brothels do you go to? SCP-5690-B: Look, are you paying or not? ADAMS: Don't worry boss, I got this. [To SCP-5690-B] I'll give you $35 for a half hour. SCP-5690-B: Huh, you weren't that quick last time. ADAMS: It's only a few questions, we promise. SCP-5690-B: Are you neg- you know what, I'll take it. ADAMS: Great. [To STERLING] Alright boss, you owe the lady thirty-five. STERLING: I thought you said you got it! ADAMS: Do I look like the kind of lowlife who pays for sex? STERLING: [Sighs] You- Yeah, alright, here. SCP-5690-B: Thank you. And the clock is running. STERLING: Okay. How long has this place been open? SCP-5690-B: Oh, a couple years now. It's slow growth in this business, but steady, especially in the locale. Started with only me and two other girls, now we're up to sixteen. STERLING: Does anyone know about your anomalous nature? SCP-5690-B: Not… really. People know us as the place that's safe, not obscenely expensive, and most importantly, a really good lay. STERLING: Anomalously good? SCP-5690-B: [Muttered.] They don't call me a semen demon for nothing… STERLING: What? SCP-5690-B: What? ADAMS: Do people actually call you that? SCP-5690-B: … Sometimes. STERLING: Moving on… what's your benefit from this arrangement? SCP-5690-B: What do you mean? STERLING: Couldn't you return to Hell? No having to worry about cops, and all the demon fucking you could want? SCP-5690-B: No can do. We're of a specific breed of demon - we get full from the energy released between demons and mortals. Has to be both. We're the demons, and the mortals pay to come to us. We get the money and the sustenance. It's pretty efficient. STERLING: Fair enough. SCP-5690-B: It also lets me help the local girls. STERLING: How's that? SCP-5690-B: What, did you think I was importing girls from Hell to work for me? No, fuck no. Some of the girls here got pulled over during the city shifting to Hell and back - thanks for getting rid of those, by the by - and got no way to get back. They'd starve without this place, or be reduced to working the corners. Like I used to. STERLING: So you give them a home in exchange for… I see. Very benevolent. SCP-5690-B: Yeah, well, girls gotta stick together. [Silence.] STERLING: We may have overpaid for time. SCP-5690-B: No kidding. You've still get about twenty left on the clock. STERLING: Can I get a refund? SCP-5690-B: … No. ADAMS: Well, if we've still got time paid for, it'd be a waste if you, y'know… STERLING: Jesus Christ, Clark. SCP-5690-B: [Muttered.] Not that asshole. [To ADAMS] Well, I'm obviously down if you are. STERLING: Amazing. I'll be in the car. [SCP-5690-B grasps ADAMS' hand and begins leading him toward the stairs.] STERLING: Wait, hold on. SCP-5690-B: Yeah? STERLING: Earlier you said 'specific breed of demon' — you're succubi, aren't you? SCP-5690-B: [Laughing] Yeah, no, honey. Everyone thinks we are, but no. STERLING: What are you, then? SCP-5690-B: We're incubi. STERLING: Aren't all incubi male? SCP-5690-B: You'd think that. The only difference between a succubus and incubus is whether they're a bottom or a top. STERLING: Oh. Well, have fun, you two. [ADAMS' smile falters.] SCP-5690-B: Oh, we will. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5690.4 INCIDENT LOG — SCP-5690 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ UNEXPLAINED EVENT REPORT LOCATION: Paradise/Las Vegas, Nevada STATUS: Concluded TIME: 11:42 PM (local time) June 25, 1993 DISRUPTION CLASS: Dark EVENT SUMMARY: Monitoring equipment at Site-666 noted a significant drop in TRE levels within the vicinity of SCP-5690. A small team was deployed to investigate, but the levels had returned to Vegas baseline when they arrived. SCP-5690-B claimed a special client had arrived, but did not offer specifics, claiming client confidentiality; however, they played a section of a security recording. UNIDENTIFIED: Can I at least reschedule? SCP-5690-B: No. You're not even supposed to be here, your daddy would crucify me. UNIDENTIFIED: Yeah, but you’ll come back fine. Trust me, I know. ▷CLOSE◁ Footnotes 1. A contract that is spiritually binding to demonic and empyrean entities. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5690" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5690. 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-5691 | safe | close Info X 88.74% (+63) 11.26% (-8) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 5691 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5691 is to be contained in its entirety in a standard containment locker at Site-81 requiring Level 2 security clearance. SCP-5691-α-24 and -25 are to be contained in separate containment lockers requiring Level 3 and 4 security clearances respectively to access. Description: SCP-5691 is an old unmarked black briefcase of average size. It contains several pots of paint and a small sphere, hereafter referred to as SCP-5691-α and -β respectively. SCP-5691 appears superficially similar to non-anomalous briefcases, however is able to contain SCP-5691-β entirely despite the internal dimensions of the briefcase being smaller than the diameter of the latter. SCP-5691 is also capable of manifesting a new instance of SCP-5691-β every 96 hours, replacing the existing sphere if it has not been removed from the briefcase. SCP-5691-α collectively refers to 25 separate glass paint pots, which are measured to be 10 centimeters deep containing acrylic paint. Despite this, each paint pot can effectively produce an infinite amount of paint, as shown by the constant volume of paint in the pots despite the number of tests conducted. The paint from SCP-5691-α does not exhibit any anomalous properties while wet, rather manifesting them when dry. When this occurs, the composition of the painted surface is converted to a mixture of varying amounts of sand, silt and clay consistent with differing types of non-anomalous soils. The extent of conversion depth typically reaches up to 0.5 meters below the surface of the object being painted, and as such, testing of SCP-5691-α is to be conducted on a designated outdoor concrete surface at Site-81. Local temperature and humidity within a short distance from the affected area, relative to its surface area, will change to reflect typical conditions in their corresponding climate types. A small artificial gravitational field is also formed during this process and maintained by anomalous means, allowing for SCP-5691-α-created environments to ignore local gravity and remain "anchored" to the affected surfaces. Shortly after conversion, unidentified minuscule flora and fauna begin to anomalously appear on affected surfaces, with clear adaptations for the type of climate visible. It should be noted that the area of the affected surface is proportional to the size of the organisms that materialize there. Further information on these organisms can be retrieved via the list of observed SCP-5691 entities, available upon request at the Site-81 archive center. SCP-5691-α can be divided into 25 separate designations, with differing colours and effects. SCP-5691-α instance designation Description 1-10 Varying shades of green. Application to a surface will result in the formation of a temperate environment. Manifested instances have included tropical rainforests, temperate forests, taigas and savannahs. Local humidity and temperature will vary accordingly. Flora that spawn here may not necessarily contain chlorophyll, despite the colour of the paint used in its creation. Given enough time, these environments tend to exhibit the most biodiversity. 11-20 Varying shades of yellow and brown. Application to a surface will result in the formation of arid environments, with local temperatures ranging from 70ºC to -115ºC. Research personnel are advised to prepare protective equipment when testing with SCP-5691-α-16 up to SCP-5691-α-20. Few flora and fauna have been recorded in these instances given the extremity of the environment. 21 Grey. Application to a surface will result in the formation of mountains and hills via spontaneous aggregation of minerals from an unknown source. The elevation of these landforms is mostly inconsistent, and appears to vary at random. Vegetation on these instances tend to be sparse, but show variation within close proximity to other instances. 22-23 Light and dark blue. Application to a surface will result in the formation of freshwater and saltwater bodies respectively with varying depths. It is noted that the proximity of SCP-5691-α-22 and -23 to other instances of SCP-5691-α and the depth of the body of water formed is typically proportional. Instances of the bodies of water being deeper than the expected conversion depth of 0.5 meters have been recorded. 24 Bright red. Application to a surface will result in the formation of a volcanically active region. Testing with SCP-5691-α-24 is restricted to personnel with Level 3 clearance and above. Personnel are required to equip fire-proximity suits during testing. 25 White. No effects observed. Heavily alters local Hume levels1. SCP-5691-β has been confirmed to be composed of a silicon-iron composite, and varies in size and mass with each instance. When it is completely covered in paint from SCP-5691-α, it demanifests completely. Instances of SCP-5691-β that are not completely painted do not demanifest, and can be safely contained. Despite this, existing infrastructure in Site-81's C Wing do not allow for feasible mass-storage of SCP-5691-β instances, and as such, all tests involving SCP-5691-β are to ensure that it is completely painted and allowed to de-manifest. Requests to supply the Site-81 break rooms with samples of SCP-5691-α and SCP-5691-β2 for recreational purposes are under consideration. SCP-5691 was purchased from an estate sale in Giverny, France by Senior Researcher Gachet, who only discovered the briefcase's anomalous property after prying it open. Prior to this, it is believed the item remained within the estate's storerooms for at least 80 years, and most likely has not been opened throughout this period. Event-5691-K23: On 22/05/12, Junior Researcher Danan partially coated SCP-5691-β with a sample of SCP-5691-α-25 during the latter's initial test. As noted in security footage and on-site Hume readings, local Hume levels dropped sharply after 4 minutes, leading to the expiration of Junior Researcher Danan within one of the spontaneously formed pockets of non-linear time before proper containment procedures could be undertaken. The low-Hume area grew to encompass Site-81's C Wing before the on-site Scranton Reality Anchors were activated, restoring local reality to baseline levels and ending the anomalous event, designated Event 5691-K23. Testing on SCP-5691-α-25 was subsequently discontinued by order of Site Director Nadal. It is currently believed that the SCP-5691-β instance present during the test was submerged in one of the pools of SCP-5691-α-25 formed during the event, and subsequently demanifested. Event 5691-CB09: On 17/03/32, the exoplanet Kepler-2███ anomalously disappeared. Closer observation of the exoplanet and its solar system revealed that [REDACTED]. Following this event, a similar exoplanet in a different star system has been designated Kepler-2███, with all publicly accessible information pertaining to the original exoplanet and star system updated by Foundation operatives in various prominent astronomical institutions to reflect this revision. The implications and exact nature of the Kepler-2███ event are currently under debate by Foundation and GOC astronomical institutions. The former Kepler-2███ star system remains under close observation for any secondary anomalous events. Addendum 5691-W4: After extensive testing, it is believed instances of SCP-5691-β are anomalously linked to existing exoplanets within the Milky Way galaxy. During periodic surveys by Foundation satellites on nearby solar systems, a few exoplanets have been observed to spontaneously undergo transmutation in composition and atmospheric composition. Further observation has confirmed the topology of selected exoplanets to be consistent with tests conducted in previous years. Addendum 5691-W6: As of 08/05/33, testing on SCP-5691-β has been discontinued permanently, amidst concerns that any SCP-5691-β instance may affect Earth, as there is no practical method of determining which exoplanet any such instance may affect. The threat of a GK-class hostile-greenhouse scenario was judged to outweigh any grounds for continued SCP-5691-β testing by the O5 council. However, testing on SCP-5691-α instances -1 to -23 on non-anomalous surfaces have been permitted due to the potential pharmaceutical applications of the manifested entities. Addendum 5691-F22: Following Event 5691-CB09, a letter manifested inside SCP-5691 alongside its anomalous contents, addressed to a Claude █████ (designated PoI-23653). Investigations have thus far been unable to locate or contact PoI-23653, with local records stating that the individual had passed away in 1926. A transcript of the letter, translated from French, can be found below. Dear Claude, That was a pretty long holiday, wasn't it? Have you finally lost your mind? Just what were you thinking? NEVER USE UNDILUTED ARGENT!. We went over this SO MANY TIMES since the last incident, and now you douse the entire canvas in it. I was barely able to convince our buyers that it was one of David's (you know how they love him and his abstract "modernist" nonsense) so PLEASE LAY OFF THE [EXPLETIVE] ARGENT. In addition, I am to inform you about the upcoming exhibition in the Pleiades on 30 March 2053. Please bring your best works, and preferably without a third deluge of argent. Extremely irritated, Vincent Investigations into the identities of Vincent (PoI-23654) and David (PoI-23655), as well as the "buyers" identified in the letter are currently ongoing. The Pleiades star cluster has since been designated as a Site of Interest by the Foundation Office of Celestial Anomalies, and remains under close observation for anomalous activity. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5691" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5691. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnotes 1. See Event-5691-K23. 2. See Addendum 5691-W12. |
SCP-5692 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5692 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5692 is currently held in a modified humanoid containment chamber at Site-29. The cell has altered temperature/atmospheric conditions to accommodate the subject’s physiology, the specifications of which are outlined in Document-5692-11. SCP-5692 is to be fed a concentrated mixture of amino acids, simple sugars, and ionic phosphates every 12-15 hours. The specifications for the preparation of this mixture are outlined in Document-5692-13. Class-A amnestics are authorized to be used on all parties associated with the containment of SCP-5692-A instances. Specific methods for the containment of instances of SCP-5629-A are to be determined on a case-by-case basis by participating operatives. Contained instances of SCP-5692-A are to be held in Site-29 with containment conditions appropriate to their physiological needs. These conditions may be determined through research of the subject or by using information provided by the subject. Further information regarding each contained instance of SCP-5692-A can be found on Documents-5692-(37-109). Research into the biology, behavior, and prior activities of SCP-5692 as well as instances of SCP-5692-A are currently being conducted under the supervision of Dr. Verner, head of the Extraterrestrial Anomaly Division of Site-29. Any concerns or inquires regarding the research or containment of SCP-5692 or instances of SCP-5692-A are to be directed to Dr. Verner. Description: SCP-5692 is a slug-like sapient organism of extraterrestrial origin measuring 2.3 m in length and folded backwards at the midpoint of its body to allow its anterior half to be aligned perpendicular to the ground. SCP-5692 possesses a head with a pair of large red eyes, an elongated, tube-shaped mouthpart, and two clusters of small pores on either side designed to facilitate respiration. SCP-5692 possesses a pair of stalk-like organs on either side of its torso, each ending in a round, sensitive organ capable of sprouting a number of flexible mycelium-like protrusions at will. The protrusions have been confirmed by SCP-5692 to be a means of reproduction and environmental manipulation. SCP-5692 is a dull orange in colour with dark and light countershading similar to many marine animals. SCP-5692 was recovered on October ██, 2014 from a small cabin in a forest near ███████, Oregon after several reports of UFO activity in the region were investigated by Foundation operatives. The incident was contained without incident and upon being confronted by operatives, SCP-5692 surrendered willingly into Foundation custody. SCP-5692 has been cooperative with Foundation staff since its containment and appears to answer most inquiries with sincerity. SCP-5692 is able to communicate using of a small electronic device embedded directly in its nervous system at the point where the structures analogous to a brain and ocular nerves meet. According to SCP-5692, the device is a translator capable of processing various methods of visual communication, including written words and the movement of lips, and directly implanting the abstract concepts they represent into the brain of SCP-5692. This device is also capable of converting the thoughts of SCP-5692 into audible words and/or holographic projections of written language using a speaker/holographic emitter located directly below the skin between its eyes. Using this device, SCP-5692 can understand the top 250 most common spoken and written languages on Earth as well as several hundred forms of extraterrestrial communication. SCP-5692 claims that due to its placement, removal of this device would instantly result in its death. Removal of this device for further study is not authorized. SCP-5692 is responsible for the integration of fifty to fifty-five extraterrestrial lifeforms, designated instances of SCP-5692-A, into Earth's societies and ecosystems between the years of 2001 and 2014, forty-two of which been have been successfully contained. The appearances and reasons for appearing on Earth vary drastically among instances of SCP-5692-A. All instances of SCP-5692-A are sapient and have previously engaged in business transactions with SCP-5692. The whereabouts and activity of all contained instances of SCP-5692-A were provided to Foundation personnel by SCP-5692 shortly after its initial containment. Addenda: Show Addendum-5692-1 Hide Addnedum-5692-1 Addendum-5692-1 The following is an incomplete list of contained instances of SCP-5692-A. The recovery of all subjects took place within a few months of the containment of SCP-5692. Many instances of SCP-5692-A disguised themselves using a complex organic gel accompanied by a convincing prosthetic skin-covering. The composition of the gel varies depending on the physiology of the subject and is designed to simulate the musculature of the subject’s assumed identity. The gel is able to respond to neural inputs from the subject and is controlled as if it were the subject’s own body1. All instances of SCP-5692-A observed thus far possess a translation/communication device similar to the one observed in SCP-5692. All human identities assumed by instances of SCP-5692-A are of people that had not existed prior to the subject's arrival on Earth and were accomplished by the forging of relevant documents. Instance Number Description Recovery Report Additional Information Provided by SCP-5692 SCP-5692-A-3 A reptilian humanoid entity measuring 1.8 m in height. The entity could change its outward appearance to resemble any human to an indistinguishable degree. Reasons for appearing on Earth are currently under investigation. Remains of the subject are currently held in Site-29’s Bio Lab. The subject was found to be posing as a politics professor at ███████ University for several years. It is unknown if this is the only identity the subject assumed while on Earth. Upon discovery by Foundation operatives, the subject injected itself with an unknown chemical compound that converted all its bodily tissues, excluding its skin, into a thick, green, highly basic solution resulting in death in a matter of seconds. “I’m not entirely sure why he came to me. He was more than capable of hiding on his own and by the sounds of things, he had some pretty powerful friends.” SCP-5692-A-11 An organism superficially resembling a rodent with hairless white skin and measuring 0.8 m in length. The subject possesses 5 prehensile tails capable of manipulating its environment and lacks hind limbs, ears, and nostrils. The subject was apparently on Earth to hide from an extraterrestrial crime organization that it was formerly affiliated with. The subject adopted the false identity of Ricky “Bambino” Buccelli and engaged in organized criminal activity in Chicago for a period of several years. The subject was contained without incident. On several occasions since its initial containment the subject has offered to exchange information about its former crime affiliates, both terrestrial and extraterrestrial, in exchange for freedom or special containment privileges. “Once a rat, always a rat.” SCP-5692-A-14 A silicon-based organism measuring 0.27 m in length resembling a translucent, grey cephalopod with 4 limbs and a cartilaginous endoskeleton. The subject was required to regularly consume sand to facilitate its bodily needs. According to the subject, it is a refugee of a massive interstellar war surrounding the Kepler-22 star system. The subject used a highly specialized gel capable of supporting its metabolism and maintaining a convincing disguise as a common house cat2. The subject posed as a family pet in a Toronto apartment for several years before being recovered by Foundation operatives while attempting to feed stray cats outside its apartment complex at night. “All the essentials come free and all you have to do is sit by the window when it’s sunny. Honestly, sounds like a pretty good gig… except for having to eat the litter.” SCP-5692-A-23 A complex network of extraterrestrial algae forming structures analogous to neurons and synapses. The resulting entity is a sapient photosynthetic mat at the water’s surface capable of splitting into separate intelligences and regrouping multiple of these intelligences into a single entity. One isolated intelligence occupied a gel-based disguise of a 60-65-year-old Caucasian male. The totality of the subject is currently held in 27 large containment vats in the ecological anomaly section of Site-29. The disguised portion of the subject was found to live in a small house at the edge of a swamp in the Florida Keys. Locals knew the individual as a reclusive eccentric known as “Bayou Bill”3. All information surrounding Bayou Bill was successfully removed from the surrounding area. Most of the subject was growing in a 3.4 km radius surrounding the house, causing major disturbances in the local ecosystem. The total recovery of the subject took 24 days due to its sprawling, decentralized nature. Despite claiming that its purpose on the planet was to research aquatic lifeforms, it is now believed that the subject was taking advantage of the environmental conditions of the swamp for growth and reproduction, the end goal of which remains uncertain. “What, you think it was plotting a takeover? I doubt it… Come on now. How was I supposed to know anyway? He could fit in a glass of water when I met him. Besides, if your planet’s weak enough to be conquered by seagrass, maybe that’s just natural selection.” SCP-5692-A-29 A 1.3 m long superficially mammalian creature resembling a snake with shaggy brown fur and 2 sets of thermosensitive organs directly below its eyes. The subject’s tail diverged into 7 points which acted as environmental manipulators. The subject also has a litter of 57 purely aquatic offspring that each measure 7-10 cm in diameter and resemble sea urchins with soft, flexible hairs rather than spines. The subject reportedly sought to escape overpopulation regulations on its home planet that would require it to terminate 42 of its offspring. The subject was disguised as a 34-year-old female botanist living in a small town along the Mexico/US border. The subject kept its offspring in pet aquariums in the back of their flower shop. Upon initial containment, the subject was extremely hostile but became cooperative after accommodations were made to allow the subject and offspring to be contained together. “Oh yeah, I remember her… gave her a discount, I think. Never let it be said that I don’t have a heart.4” SCP-5692-A-32 A 1.5 m tall vaguely humanoid organism with several avian features including a toothed beak, a blue downy feather-like skin covering designed for thermoregulation, and talon-like hands and feet. According to the subject and SCP-5692, the species to which the subject belongs has an average lifespan of 16 years. The subject cited tourism as its reason for appearing on Earth. The remains of the subject are preserved and held in Site-29’s Bio Lab. The subject spent the last 2 years of its life posing as a wealthy 70-75-year-old Turkish man. Using this disguise, the subject visited numerous sights of natural and historical significance on every continent5. The subject entered willingly into Foundation custody after being seized by operatives at Machu Picchu, claiming that it had "seen enough". The subject died 3 weeks after initial containment. “The man lead a military coup, became the leader of his planet, reared 4 children, cured an infectious skin-disease in his spare time, faked his death, emigrated on a whim to an underdeveloped planet he heard rumors of in a bar one day, and experienced everything your planet had to offer all within the span of a decade. We have a saying about the birds where I come from… they’re insane.” SCP-5692-A-37 A 2.4 m tall, slender humanoid entity with thin, transparent skin. The entity lacks muscle fibers and moves by controlling the movement of pressurized gas through specialized organs in its limbs. The subject was native to a low-gravity planet and came to Earth to study the relationship between trees and fungi in the forests of North America. The subject was outfitted with a gel-based disguise and a device which could manipulate gravity in a 10 cm radius around its body. The disguise was made to resemble the North American cryptid Sasquatch. The subject was found in the Rocky Mountains of Alberta and was apprehended without incident. “She was too tall for a human gel and she wanted to live in the woods for the rest of her life. Not bad, eh? Well, I thought it was pretty clever.” Research into the location, nature, and capabilities of the civilizations that instances of SCP-5692-A originate from is ongoing. Interviews with SCP-5692 and instances of SCP-5692-A have thus far proven useful in obtaining information, however, more direct methods of observation are currently in development. Show Interview Log-5692-3 Hide Interview Log-5692-3 Interview Log-5692-3 Preface: The following interview took place on November ██, 2014. In the prior two interviews SCP-5692 revealed the location and identities of 42 instances of SCP-5692-A. SCP-5692 claimed that the total number of SCP-5692-A instances on Earth was between 50 and 55 and that it had forgotten the location and identities of the remaining instances. The purpose of this interview was to obtain more information regarding the circumstances surrounding the presence of SCP-5692 on Earth. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Verner: Hello 5692, I have a few questions regarding your involvement in the presence of extraterrestrial organisms on Earth. Is that alright? SCP-5692: Yeah, I’m sure I can make time for it. Dr. Verner: Excellent, how did you arrive on Earth initially? SCP-5692: Well, Earth belongs to a collection of planets that, for one reason or another, are forbidden by interstellar law to contact. In your case, it appears to be a “non-interference” type deal. Honestly, it’s not like anyone is missing out on anything, I don’t find this place nearly as interesting or endearing as some of my customers do. Either way, a good place to hide and as I came to discover, make a profit while I’m at it. Dr. Verner: Hide? Hide from what? SCP-5692: More appropriate to ask from who, and even more appropriate to ask who I’m not hiding from. Dr. Verner: Are you a fugitive? SCP-5692: You make it sound like I'm dangerous! I pulled one too many fast-ones and before I knew it, 8 of the 15 largest government powers in the galaxy were onto me, many of which, I might add, think execution is an appropriate punishment for stealing a Jerrkokan loaf6, much less… let's call them dishonest business dealings. Dr. Verner: Earlier you referred to the extraterrestrials you assisted as customers. What sort of payment did they provide you for your services? SCP-5692: Well, first off, their ship. They’d give up their ship and everything on it along with a package of additional goods depending on where the customer came from, I’d do my research ahead of time. Dr. Verner: What were some of these goods? SCP-5692: Stuff that’s universally valuable, you know. Precious metals, black market organic materials, illegal technology, stuff like that. That way I could trade them in for whatever currency made the most sense when I got back to the grift. Dr. Verner: So, once they made their deal with you, they had no way of getting off world? SCP-5692: Ah, that was the beauty of it. If you’re desperate enough to relocate for the rest of your life, then you’re probably also willing to shell out an arm, leg, or equivalent appendage. Plus, you couldn’t go and tell your friends about your vacation on Earth after you left. Last thing we wanted was to attract unwanted attention. “Once you’re in, you’re in.” That was rule number one. Dr. Verner: What were the other rules? SCP-5692: Common sense stuff, you know. No transmissions off world, avoid doctors, cops, or anyone wearing a tinfoil hat, you get it. In exchange, they knew I would keep quiet and they could safely do… whatever they came here to do without being harassed. Dr. Verner: So, why did you decide to give up information about your customers to us? They provided you things of immense value for your secrecy. SCP-5692: Well, I can’t trade in any of those things for money now, and even if I could, what good would it do me in here? No, they can live like me now. What’s the saying? Our goose is cooked! They knew the risks when they broke interstellar law. Although, I’m sure if they knew this was a concealer world they might have thought twice. Dr. Verner: A concealer world? SCP-5692: Yeah, you know. A world with a big shadowy organization that hunts down things that don’t make total sense. The Tribunal of the Charmock, The Ble’nesh Authority, The Octagon Order7, there’s at least half a dozen others. You guys are unique, though. Dr. Verner: In what ways? SCP-5692: Well, you make some of the other guys look sloppy. I lived here for 13 years and I never once suspected that there was such an organization on this planet. Well done, I’m usually pretty good at spotting these sorts of things. Most of them also prefer to terminate dangerous things rather than put them in a box. I was lucky you had the philosophy you did, otherwise it would have been no different than being executed for one of my harmless schemes… well, mostly harmless. Dr. Verner: Any additional information you can provide about these organizations? It would be nice to know what our counterparts are up to. SCP-5692: One thing all you guys have in common is that once you have someone in your sights, they’re as good as yours. That’s why I surrendered so easily when I saw you guys showing up to my cabin. I wonder if Keswick knew about you guys. Oh, that would make it even more infuriating! Dr. Verner: Well, I think that will do for today. We’ll have to get you to expand on some of the points you’ve laid out here today at a later date. SCP-5692: Yeah, yeah, sure. I got nothing better to do. [END LOG] Final Notes: "This is the third time SCP-5692 brought up a person named Keswick. From what I could gather, Keswick is a person that assisted SCP-5692 in smuggling aliens onto Earth. I'll see what sort of intel we can gather on our own before questioning 5692. If the two are still working together, the information provided by 5692 may be intentionally misleading." -Dr. Verner Show Interview Log-5692-4 Hide Interview Log-5692-4 Interview Log-5692-4 Preface: The following interview was conducted on November ██, 2014. In prior interviews, SCP-5692 had briefly alluded to the existence of an apparently non-anomalous human collaborator in his mid-late 30's known as Keswick. Subsequent interviews with instances of SCP-5692-A have shown that subjects are unaware of the specific events/entities involved in their integration and have only a vague recollection of the identity of Keswick and SCP-5692. Additional investigations were unsuccessful in uncovering additional information on Keswick. The purpose of this interview was to obtain more information on Keswick and his involvement in the presence of extraterrestrials on Earth. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Verner: Hello 5692, are you ready for another interview? SCP-5692: You know, if I were a little duller, I would try and get you to call me by my real name but knowing this place, it seems unlikely. So, I don't think I'm even gonna tell you. I know your name but you don't know mine, it shifts the power balance a little more in my favor, don't you think? Dr. Verner: Sure. May we start the interview now? SCP-5692: Alright Vern… V-E-R-N Vern, V-E-R-N. You like that? It’s Rain Man. Dr. Verner: Yes, I know, very charming. When did you see Rain Man? SCP-5692: Keswick would bring me movies, books, basically whatever media I wanted between customers to keep me busy. A lot of Earth entertainment is pretty weak, but it can be very addictive. Dr. Verner: I suppose that explains how your speech is so colloquial, even “speaking” through a translator. SCP-5692: Ah, well it's not enough to simply speak a language… when you interact with customers from a whole different world it pays to give off a certain familiarity. My charm is a well known universal constant, Vern. Dr. Verner: Very nice, but if you don't mind, I'd like to ask you more about this Keswick individual you've mentioned in previous interviews. SCP-5692: Ooh, I've been waiting for this one, Alright, let’s get into it. Dr. Verner: What, precisely, was your role when in the integration of extraterrestrials on Earth? SCP-5692: Well, I was responsible for receiving transmissions from customers, making the gel disguises, setting up the customers with the machines they need, educating the customer on Earth’s customs, and of course, handling the bonified treasury we’d acquired. Everything else fell on that Sor’guk8, Keswick. Dr. Verner: Can you tell me more about Keswick’s role? SCP-5692: He was responsible for finding accommodations, giving the customer enough to live on initially, forging documents, transporting the customer where they needed to go, stuff like that. He’d always alter with the memories of the customer in such a way that they had only a vague idea of who we were, it was safer that way. The customers always had no recollection of precisely how they’d got to where they were or who else was involved. Dr. Verner: So, it’s possible others were involved? SCP-5692: I don’t see how it could have been possible any other way, but the specifics were always a mystery. He’d always get anxious and irritable when I asked about his methods, I quickly learned to stop questioning him. He was a good partner, did his part for next to nothing. In fact, he would lose money on every operation, and his payment was… strange. Dr. Verner: Can you elaborate, please? SCP-5692: Well, he would just ask to take bits of technology and bio samples from the stash for a month or two and then return them in perfect condition. He’d also spend a strange amount of time with some of the customers before relocating them. Where they were or what they did during that time is anyone’s guess, not even they remember. That was my first clue that something was up with him… I always knew he was suspicious, but I could never resist having a partner that worked essentially for free. Dr. Verner: How did you come to be associated with Keswick to begin with? SCP-5692: He found me, believe it or not. He claimed to be the owner of the cabin I was squatting in, but I knew that was a lie because the place looked like it had been empty for at least a decade. He was quiet and imposing, I thought he was about to kill me or turn me in, but instead he seemed to have some vague idea of who I was. He told me about a con where he would handle all the heavy lifting and I could be rich when the manhunt on me was over. Of course, I quite literally couldn’t refuse. Dr. Verner: So the scheme was his idea? SCP-5692: As much as I want to take credit, I can't. Dr. Verner: Could you provide any information about Keswick that you learned over your time working together? Anything that would help us locate him? SCP-5692: Believe me, there’s nothing I want to do more than bring this guy in, but he was so secretive… I’m pretty sure Keswick wasn’t even his real name. Other than the occasional VHS or comic book drop off we pretty much never interacted outside of business. Dr. Verner: When was the last time you heard from Keswick prior to containment? SCP-5692: About a week before, but I know he was responsible for me being here. Dr. Verner: Could you elaborate? SCP-5692: You see, my species endures a molting period for a matter of days every few years in which we are unresponsive to the world outside our molting pods. When I exited my molting state, I checked the hiding spots with all the payments only to find they were empty. All my other belongings, including the ships, were gone and there was residue on the ground indicating that several ships had taken off. Then your boys in black came knocking within the hour and I knew it was over. Dr. Verner: Very interesting, thank you 5692. I think we have everything we need for today. SCP-5692: No problem. You can repay me by bringing in that Par’mot9, Keswick… I'm sorry Vern, please don't take offence. I swear, I become my father when I get angry. [END LOG] Final Notes: "Assuming all this is reliable, we're left with more questions than answers. Was anyone else involved? If so, who and for what reason? What did they need all this alien technology for? Regardless of the answers, finding this Keswick individual should be a top priority." -Dr. Verner Following this interview, Keswick was designated POI 17,235. Attempts to determine his whereabouts, current activities, and potential collaborators are ongoing. Footnotes 1. When submerged in the gel, the subject's body becomes unresponsive while the gel moves in accordance with neurological signals. Sensory information is also transferred directly from the gel into the nervous system of the subject. As a result, subjects have reported that using the gel feels indistinguishable from having a biological body of the gel's shape and size. 2. The gel was capable of converting a portion of the oxygen diffusing through the gel into hydrogen sulfide, absorbing certain molecules from cat food and converting it into chemically-compatible nutrients, and altering the remaining food matter to resemble feline feces before being excreted from the gel. 3. Reports include him swimming nude in pond scum, talking to the scum when no one was around, using an excessive amount of fertilizer to accelerate the growth of the scum, fending off herbivorous animals from consuming the scum, and generally tending to the scum in a manner similar to a farmer with their crops. 4. Subsequent analysis of the anatomy of SCP-5692 has shown that the subject possesses 4 pump-like organs positioned throughout its body. These organs are analogous to a heart in function. 5. These sights include the Seven Natural Wonders, the Seven Wonders of the World, and nearly two dozen additional locations. 6. SCP-5692 later explained that a "Jerrkokan loaf" is a food item that was popular among soldiers and people on poorer worlds due to its low cost and high nutritional content. 7. Due to their secrecy, research into these organizations have yielded little regarding their goals, methods, or capabilities. 8. SCP-5692 later explained that "Sor'quk" is a derogatory term for untrustworthy individuals. The term originated as a slang term for the reproductive organs of one of the sexes in a species with 3 sexes. 9. SCP-5692 later explained that "Par'mot" is a derogatory term for someone who evolved on a planet orbiting a yellow star. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5692" by Trombus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5692. 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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